Mr. Gong is not only good at cooking

However, this spicy, sour, and slightly sweet flavor made Merlin unable to resist.

It felt as if every cell in his body was immersed in this unique flavor. The stimulation of three different sensations made the son of the nightmare exclaim with great pleasure.

"Ah, whew whew ha, so spicy, so refreshing, the potato slices are so crispy!"

To maintain the texture of the potato slices, Shirou Emiya deliberately cut them into moderately thick slices; if they were too thick, they wouldn't cook through easily, and if they were too thin, they would become soggy.

After slicing, the potato slices need to be soaked in water to remove the surface starch. Only in this way can the potato slices maintain their crisp texture.

The same applies to the shredded potatoes in front of Tristan.

For the chicken, Shirou Emiya chose the more tender thigh part, so that the shredded meat would be smoother and wouldn't get stuck in his teeth.

Tristan is usually very silent when eating, unlike Merlin and others who express a variety of emotions.

But today, he made an exception.

The sour and spicy flavor was something he had never tasted before, and the cool texture of the shredded chicken and potatoes made him open his eyes wide.

"This, this is incredible!"

It looks ordinary, and the ingredients are very common, nothing more than potatoes and chicken.

but!

These two ingredients, combined with the sour and spicy flavors, instantly elevate the experience to several levels!

As expected, after finishing his meal, Tristan also felt a slight improvement in his physical functions.

The entire body was covered in cannon tiles.

After putting down their bowls, everyone except Mordred and Gareth felt even more curious about Shirou Emiya's senses.

This boss is terrifying!

Not only have potatoes been transformed into various flavors and cuisines, but they also contain magic and energy in these ordinary ingredients!

Although extremely small, it was still keenly observed by a group of extraordinary people.

Not only that, his physical functions have also been enhanced. What methods did this boss use to achieve all of this?

Yu Meiren was also quite confused. She could tell that these were not delicacies, but she could extract magic and energy from them without losing any of them.

Just then, Shirou Emiya walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of food in each hand.

The first dish was mashed potatoes and ham, a dish with Chinese characteristics.

The second plate was potato chips.

Yes, it's potato chips, and it includes a large platter of three flavors: cucumber, tomato, and original.

Making potato chips is actually very simple. You just need to master the knife skills, control the water content, and control the oil temperature. Fry until golden brown on both sides, then remove from the oil.

As for the flavor of cucumbers and tomatoes, it's easy to make: juice the cucumbers and tomatoes, thicken with flour, and mix well. Then wrap the potato slices in the mixture and fry them in oil.

Emiya Shirou placed the mashed potatoes in his left hand in front of Gareth, then said to Mordred, "Knight, please come with me."

"Uh, oh oh oh!"

Mordred's nose twitched unnaturally beneath his helmet.

It smells delicious, I want to eat it!

Is this thin, hard thing also a potato?

She followed Shirou Emiya up to the private dining room on the second floor, sat obediently in a chair, and watched with longing as Shirou Emiya placed the potato chips in front of her.

"Well, then, I won't be polite?"

Despite saying that, Xiao Mo still stared intently at Emiya Shirou.

Get out of here!

How can I take off my helmet if you don't go outside!

I must never let anyone other than my mother know that my face is exactly the same as my father's!

Emiya Shirou naturally understood Mordred's inner thoughts. He smiled and said to Mordred, "This dish is called potato chips. I specially prepared three flavors for you: cucumber, tomato, and original. Please enjoy it slowly."

After saying that, Shirou Emiya went down the stairs.

Seeing this, Mo Zai breathed a sigh of relief. The helmet, like Cybertronian black technology, was hidden on both shoulders. He gently picked up a potato chip and put it in his mouth.

"Click~"

Suddenly, the girl's eyes lit up.

"good to eat!"

As Shirou Emiya walked down the stairs, he happened to hear Ko Bunkei's long howl to the sky.

"Aaaaaah! This is real mashed potatoes! What have I been making all these years?!"

So, this guy Gawain doesn't even spare his own sister's food?

Artoria finished the last piece of cumin-flavored spicy potato, put down her fork, and looked at Shirou Emiya without saying a word.

She believes that Shirou Emiya is a talented person who is not only mysterious but also capable of turning ordinary food into delicious dishes.

So Wang asked, "Sir, how did you do that? Your food looks like it was made with very ordinary ingredients, yet it is incredibly delicious and contains amazing power."

Emiya Shirou smiled slightly, "That's a trade secret of our shop. As for how to make delicious dishes from ordinary food, that's a chef's bottom line. And I am a chef, so for me, it's just basic operation."

Artoria nodded thoughtfully.

"It is precisely because of his ordinariness that his greatness is all the more highlighted."

"You flatter me. Making the guests happy is my duty, no need for praise."

"Fufufufufu!"

Fufu is unhappy. What about mine? What about mine?!

Emiya Shirou crouched down, patted Fou's fluffy little head, and then went into the kitchen to bring out a small dish of potato salad.

"Eat up, little one."

These are the most expensive potatoes in the world, and I used two!

Moreover, I used the most expensive ingredients!

Emiya Shirou's smile deepened, sending a chill down Merlin's spine as he stood nearby, still savoring the taste of green pepper and potato shreds.

"Hmm? What's going on? I have a feeling there's some kind of malice about it?"

Danger, Merlin, danger.

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Chapter 10: How much is my pet worth?

As the last person finished their meal, the entire restaurant fell into an inexplicable silence.

On the second floor, Mordred, still somewhat unsatisfied, sucked on her fingers, looking at the empty plate in front of her, and fell silent.

Fufu finished her potato salad in small bites and then fell silent.

Yu Meiren took the opportunity to cough twice.

"Ahem, have you all finished eating?"

"I'm done eating!"

The group answered in unison.

"Now that you've finished eating," Yu Meiren said with a smile, hands on her hips, "then pay the bill! What are you standing there for?"

Artoria immediately looked at her scribe.

"Ageguiwenqing, let's settle the bill."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Agguiwen stood up, looked at Yu Meiren, and asked, "How much is it in total?"

Yu Meiren turned her head toward the kitchen: "Shirou, how much is it in total?"

There were eight dishes in total. Apart from a few meat dishes, the rest were basically the same. Emiya Shirou compared the ingredients and costs in his mind, and then considered the purchasing power and technological level of Britain at that time.

Holding up one finger, Shirou Emiya offered a relatively reasonable price: "Ten denars, excluding this little pet."

Merlin immediately noticed something amiss. "What's wrong? Is there something special about the potatoes that Casey Palug is eating?"

"Yes, I use a special type of potato, which will be more expensive."

Fufu was overjoyed. "I'm eating something far more luxurious than what you two-legged creatures eat!"

"So, how much does this serving of potatoes from Casey Palug cost?"

Agravan thought that potatoes were just potatoes; no matter how expensive they were, how expensive could they be?

However, he never expected that the food for eight people would cost ten dinars.

"Ten dinars... The boss's food is certainly worth the price. Lord Agguiwen, how much is it?"

Artoria was the most qualified to speak on this, but she was worried that she didn't have enough money.

After all, Britain was too poor and didn't care much about food. What if they couldn't eat such delicious Dongxing food again after this first time? What if the prices were always this high?

Artoria was torn. She never wanted to eat Gao Wenqing's mashed potatoes again. Even the palace chefs' cooking was worlds apart from Shirou Emiya's.

Although Agrave had never tasted the food made by Shirou Emiya, he could tell from the expressions of his king and his companions that Shirou Emiya's prices were reasonable.

"Although the king also agreed."

Although!

With a bitter expression, he pulled out his money pouch and poured out the remaining nine dinars into his palm.

"Your Majesty, but we..."

Gao Wen peeked out.

"What? There are only nine left?!"

Emiya Shirou kindly suggested, "How about we split the rest evenly?"

Artoria shook her head first, "I never carry money with me."

"Um, I only have a dozen or so Semi."

Lancelot reluctantly pulled out a handful of copper coins from his pocket; these were the coins he had used to comfort the disheartened wives and young girls!

Gao Wen looked at his younger sister.

Gareth replied without hesitation, "I didn't bring any money with me either."

Tristan sighed and said sadly, "I only have one Sestellar, isn't that not enough? This is so sad!"

Standing at the top of the stairs, Xiao Mo thought for a moment and then took out two dinars from his pocket.

"Um, I have two dinars, is that enough?"

Agravan narrowed his eyes to slits and asked in a dangerous tone, "Lord Mordred, how do you come to have such a huge sum of money?"

"Huh? Agraven, want to fight? This is my loot from last time!"

Artoria raised her hand to stop Agravain, who was about to point at Mordred, and said, "Thank you, Lord Mordred. Consider these two coins a loan from me. I will repay you when I return."

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Father!

My father expressed his gratitude to me!

Oh oh oh oh oh~~~

Oh oh oh oh oh~~~

Xiao Mo was overjoyed, after all, this Xiao Mo was only less than ten years old.

The mere fact that she could gain her father's approval was enough to make her ecstatic.

She had long since forgotten her mother's admonitions.

"Mordred, my son, go and lie low by the king's side. You are qualified to inherit the throne. For now, hide your identity and serve the king. Then—in the future, overthrow the king and take his place."