Coming Up with a Title Is Like Opening a Food Delivery App and Scrolling Forever Without Knowing What to Eat

After dinner, by the time Shirou had finished washing the dishes, it was already two in the morning.

Having taken off his apron, Shirou looked at Saber, who was eagerly listening as Shinji explained chinese cuisine, the eight great culinary traditions, the Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, and all sorts of other Chinese dishes. At last, he understood the fact that the Servant he had summoned by accident had maxed out her foodie trait.

"...I see. China truly is a great country. That Manchu-Han Imperial Feast alone has one hundred and eight delicious dishes. It's truly astonishing."

Shirou walked over and sat down, then helplessly said to Saber, who was sighing like that, "But ordinary people don't really get many chances to eat a feast like that, Saber."

"Uh..." Saber looked as though she had choked. The excitement and anticipation on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a hint of regret and reluctance.

"And when it comes to chinese cuisine, I only know how to make a few dishes. Shinji taught me those before."

At Shirou's words, Saber's small hand beneath the table slowly clenched. Some extravagant dream that had sprouted in her heart vanished completely because of what he said.

"Enough nonsense. Let's get to the important matter, Emiya."

Rin set down her teacup and spoke seriously.

Hearing that, Shirou's expression also grew solemn, and he straightened up.

After getting a basic grasp of the situation, Rin pinched her chin and glanced at Shinji, who was lying on his side on the floor, yawning as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone.

"What a surprise. This guy really told you everything he knew, and explained it in such detail too. He really does see you as a true friend."

"Shinji was never a stingy person." A hint of gratitude appeared on