The Angel Imprisons Shirou

"Okay, that's good. To make different flavors of potato chips, spices are a must. Although chili peppers are from America, Sichuan peppercorns from China and black pepper from India will also work, but we have to be careful because they are very pungent," Shirou said.

"Hehehe, leave it to me! Let me, the great demon, make a hellishly spicy potato chip, and make Gabriel cry and beg for forgiveness! Hehehe~!" Satania raised her hand and volunteered.

"Yes, then I'll leave it to you."

"That cassava needs to be peeled and soaked in water first, and this needs to be sterilized. I'll leave these to you," Shirou instructed the cooks.

"Yes! I'll help too! Leave the peeling to me!" Yuihama said, raising her hand.

"Hey, Yuihama should really rest," Shirou said.

"Shirou, don't underestimate me. I've gotten much better at it lately. At least when it comes to peeling, I should be able to keep up with anyone. After all, I can't do anything else, hehe." Yuihama a grin, taking out her special little knife.

However, you could see many small cuts on her hands; though small, they were numerous.

"Yes, Prince, Yuihama is working very hard. She was still working while we were resting," the other cooks chimed in.

Even skilled knife users can make mistakes when working with a knife for extended periods, so holding a cat's paw while chopping vegetables is very important. However, this is difficult to avoid when peeling vegetables, let alone for a high school student like her who rarely handles such tasks.

Shirou pondered for a moment, then used Projection Magecraft to infuse it into new kitchen utensils, handing them to Yui and saying, "Hmm, I know. Yuihama, I'm sorry, I underestimated you. But Yuihama, you should use this from now on."

Yuihama looked at the peeler in her hand, feeling a warmth in her palms. Touched, she looked at Shirou and said, "Shirou... even though you're so small, you're so thoughtful. I'm so happy, sis-chan!"

"Can you please stop calling him 'Little One'?" Shirou said, annoyed, though it was much better than the way Asuna treated others like sons.

Asuna, carrying a large basket of washed cassava, noticed Shirou's gaze and smiled brightly, waving one hand from side to side. The large basket of cassava, which had just been soaked in water, weighed at least fifty pounds. The girl steadily lifted it up with one hand. Minamoto no Raikō had indeed possessed her.

"Oh, so this is cassava! It looks just like yam! Hehe, this is definitely the best." After Asuna brought over the ingredients she needed, Yuihama picked up a long, straight, root-shaped plant tuber and used a peeler to scrape it off. She easily peeled off a layer of skin, not too deep to be wasteful, and not too shallow to be unclean; the depth was just right.

After undergoing special training under the influence of Muramasa, Shirou's ironware became the finest of the finest.

"Oh my, is this some kind of magical secret technique from the Eastern country?" The cooks curiously gathered around to watch.

At this moment, Shirou Projection waterproof glove made of special material, which protected the skin and was lightweight and flexible to use, and distributed them to the kitchen helpers and cooks.

"Everyone, please put on these gloves before you start working, otherwise the toxins on them can easily cause skin allergies."

"Come on, let me teach you how to put them on." Shirou said, gently helping a woman put on the gloves. Her hands, roughened from years of exposure to grease and moisture in the kitchen, were gently held by the young man as he slipped the thin gauze gloves on.

"Prince..." The woman, whose gloves had been put on, had tears of emotion welling up in her eyes. She never expected that this strong woman, this boy before her—no... Prince—was such an angel.

Everyone held their breath, watching this scene, and then all the women in the kitchen rushed over.

"Me too! Me too!"

"Me too!" At that moment, a pair of fair hands, unlike those of the cooks, reached out.

"Are you an official here?" Shirou asked the woman with surprise.

"I... I can help too." The attendant officer hesitated for a moment, blushing, before speaking under Shirou's gaze.

Chapter 322 Angel Imprison Shirou

Inside the room on one side of the domed palace, which serves as both a kitchen and a dining hall, Shirou's popularity is soaring.

"I never expected that even people like us would be treated so kindly by him."

As the mess hall soldiers accompanying the army, they were all tough women. They hadn't encountered men for a long time since the start of the war, and they could even watch the old men dancing in the square with great interest. But here, they were adorable boys with wonderful personalities.

Not to mention he was a prince from an Eastern kingdom, a noble figure coveted by heroes and warriors of all races, yet he came to the kitchen to serve them, which must have made him feel incredibly honored. He even touched them personally, putting on gloves that looked very precious.

Okay, that's just how women are. As long as a good-looking guy is even slightly nice to them, they'll shamelessly fawn over him, treating him like a god and showering him with affection. It's all the fault of human genes; the instinct to reproduce influences their brains.

This makes them believe they are favored by their crush. Although he is hot and cold, the occasional sweetness makes them feel that they still have a good chance, completely unaware that they are actually just a backup option, and it's unclear how many times they've been put on the waiting list.

Compared to those male gods, Shirou at this moment was so pure. His gentle smile and kind actions towards everyone were like those of an angel, healing the hearts of everyone in the kitchen.

The attendant officer, covering the gloves that had been put on him by the attendant himself, said, "Ah! I never imagined there could be such a boy in this world. So gentle, so considerate. He truly is a prince of the Eastern Kingdom!"

At first, I didn't understand why he was so good. Although he was indeed good-looking, he was just an average prince. But now I understand! Yes, if it were Prince Shirou, and if I were qualified, I would also fight to the death for him."

The demon girl standing nearby was utterly dumbfounded by what she saw and exclaimed, "What's going on? Why are these people being so nice to Shirou, whom I'm meeting for the first time? Especially that attendant officer, he's always so casual with Lady Satania!"

"Well, Shirou is a boy after all," Yuihama walked over to the devil girl and patted her shoulder reassuringly.

"Huh? What's wrong with boys?" Satania asked, not quite understanding.

"Satania- chan, you've seen girls at school who are surrounded by lots of people and are very popular, right?" Yuihama, as the older one, explained to the demon girl.

Satania put her index finger to her lips, pondering, and said, "Probably. Vignette is a bit of a busybody, which is why the girls trust her, but the boys don't really like her class monitor-like personality. But Raphael seems to be quite popular with the boys."

"So, all the guys like those from the original world have become girls in this world, which is why Shirou is so popular," Yuihama said, holding up a finger.

"Eh! Is that so! I knew the women here seemed a little different. Could it be that my father has become my mother?!" Satania exclaimed in surprise, as if struck by lightning.

"Something doesn't seem right. It should be that the men and women in this world have been switched, but that's not right either. Um... um..." Yuihama tried to explain by gesturing with her hands, but the more she explained, the more confused she became. In the end, she waved her hands wildly, and she couldn't understand it either.

"Huh? Huh! Huh!?" Satania waved her hands and exclaimed repeatedly, but her expression remained completely bewildered.

"Yuihama... Satania... you two really are good friends..." Yukino said helplessly, covering her face.

Meanwhile, the cooks were whispering among themselves.

"So that's the magical charm of the legendary prince from the East! Now I understand why so many warriors would fight to the death against knights from the West for him."

The woman accompanying him teased, "Hey, aren't you already married? Be careful your family finds out back home. You'll be kneeling on a washboard when you get back."

"What nonsense! What is my status in this family? I'm the head of the household! Doesn't he realize who's the one who came out to fight alongside the army, earning money to support the family? Who's the one who endured the pain of childbirth? If he dares to say another word, I'll slap him! Then..." The female cook rolled up her sleeves, gesturing wildly as she spoke, involuntarily shifting her feet.

His companion asked in confusion, "Hey, why are you walking further and further away while you're talking?"

The female cook, back at her post, declared matter-of-factly, "I have to earn money to support my family!"

Her companion shook his head and complained, "I knew you were henpecked. You send all your salary home every month, only keeping a little for basic necessities. What a spineless woman."

"Yukino, Yukino, it's strange, I don't feel angry at all when I see this scene. Little Shirou being surrounded like this makes him look like a little animal." Yuihama walked up to her friend.

"Really? After shrinking, seeing things like this doesn't seem so infuriating anymore. It's because Shirou is so small, isn't it?" Yukino, resting her chin on her hand and looking at Shirou with a surprised expression.

"What's wrong with that? Being small is the best!" Asuna exclaimed, her whole body crackling with lightning. Asuna, who loves younger, cute boys, and Minamoto no Raikō, who loves children, were summoned together, forming an invincible force.

"So! Don't call me young anymore!" Shirou turned around and shouted to the three familiar girls.

"Ahem, anyway, let's get started and make potato chips and cola."

"Shirou! There's one more! Don't forget!" Satania said nervously, waving her hand.

"Ah, and pineapple buns too," Shirou nodded and said.

"Yes, yes!" Satania nodded repeatedly, covering her face with one hand, and said with an inexplicable air of authority, "Kukuku, you better do a good job, kid. As the Great Demon Lady Satania, I certainly won't treat you badly after I rule the Earth."

"Speaking of Cola, what are you planning to do?" Yukino asked Shirou, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"What additives are used to make bread fluffy? Yukino," Shirou asked the black-haired girl.

Yukino nodded and explained scientifically, "Baking soda, its scientific name is sodium bicarbonate, chemical formula NaHCO3, ah, I see."

"Well, while making baking soda isn't actually that difficult, we'll just use soda water here," Shirou said, Projection pH test paper to check the acidity or alkalinity. The kitchen here has famous spring water from various nearby areas, so a simple test will tell us.

Edible soda water is actually weakly alkaline water, which can neutralize the acidity in the food we eat every day. France has naturally produced soda water, and in this era, there is already a technique to use alkaline water to soak steamed buns and bread to make them fluffy.

Because Shirou has researched food preparation, he could Projection a complete set of equipment for manufacturing all kinds of food additives if needed.

However, considering the impact on this world, he decided it was better to choose the traditional method.

It's not surprising that Yukino would have questions, after all, the Coca-Cola formula was once touted as priceless, much like a myth or legend created by a deification movement. After all, Coca-Cola is probably the most consumed beverage in the world, with an average of one billion people drinking it every day.

No matter how much hype it received, in later generations, Coca-Cola was just a common beverage. Moreover, Pepsi and Coca-Cola were poured into the same cup and people tasted them, most people wouldn't be able to tell which was which brand.

Even cola made by mixing cola powder with water and then adding soda water tastes almost the same.

The origin of Coca-Cola is quite ordinary; it was simply created by chance at a pharmacy and a cocktail party, and its flavor has been continuously adjusted to suit different tastes. For example, there's cherry Coca-Cola, which Warren Buffett likes, as well as cinnamon, yogurt, and cucumber flavors.

Shirou told the girls, "Cola was originally a medicine developed in a pharmacy. Because it tasted really good, it was used to mix drinks at parties. Eventually, people added this ingredient to soda water, and that's how cola became the beverage everyone knows."

Shirou pulled out some fruit and lemon he'd found in the kitchen storeroom, chuckling as he said, "The key is the caffeine extract and the carbonation. We'll use this to mix with soda water to achieve the acidity of carbonation."

"Vignette, could you please go and fetch a bag of these fruits from the warehouse?" Shirou said to the other demon girl.

"Yes, Shirou-senpai," the black-haired girl said obediently.

"What kind of fruit is that?" Yukino asked.

"Yes, the kola nut, scientifically known as the red kola, is the fruit of a green-leaved tree commonly found in tropical regions such as Africa and India. It was originally a fruit used for medicinal purposes, containing caffeine needed to make cola, but nowadays other plants have replaced it."

The other cooks didn't quite understand, but they could still sense that Shirou was very capable.

"As expected of a prince from an Eastern country, he's trained in culinary arts! At first, I thought all these princes were just spoiled brats who couldn't cook at all. It's truly a great Eastern nation; the prince is so kind and well-mannered." The female cooks working in the kitchen whispered among themselves, their admiration for the Eastern country growing even stronger.

After a series of steps, natural sparkling water with added citric acid was mixed with crushed cola nuts, sugar was added, and after stirring, bubbles were formed.

"Then let's have a taste." Shirou poured a glass for everyone.

"Hey, Prince, is this a drink for the angel?" the cook in the kitchen asked.

"It's alright, these are just prototypes. The ones for the angels are the finished products. Drink up, there are no ingredients that violate the doctrine." Shirou placed cups of cola on a tray, inviting the cooks to come and taste them.

"Oh! It's so sweet, what an amazing taste!" the cooks exclaimed as they took the cups.

"Is this the drink angels drink?" The attendant officer carefully held the small cup of cola in his hands, taking small, deliberate sips.

Then air rose into their mouths, and one after another, they burped, each making a funny, peculiar expression.

"Hmph, what ignorant humans! Watch closely, let me, the Great Demon, teach you! Drinking cola! It should be drunk in big gulps like this to truly enjoy it!" Satania tilted her head back and gulped down the cola in her glass, then couldn't stop letting out a long burp and coughing incessantly.

"Really, drink slower, Satania," Vignette said, patting her friend on the back.

Shirou and the three girls couldn't help but burst out laughing when they saw this.

Meanwhile, the pineapple buns were baking in the oven and were ready. Since there were plenty of ingredients, everyone could use them as they pleased, so Shirou also made some pizzas and cakes to share with everyone.

Satania first looked around to make sure there were no dogs nearby before she started eating with peace of mind. Taking a bite, tears welled in her eyes as she exclaimed, "My pineapple bun! Delicious! Super delicious! Even better than the pineapple buns you buy in the shopping district. And no dogs are fighting me for it! I can eat as many pineapple buns as I want! This has always been my dream. I'm so happy. Waaah... It's so delicious! Even for this, I'll conquer the world!"

"No, Satania doesn't need to go to that level... But it's really delicious, as expected of Shirou-senpai." Vignette said, tasting the bread and looking at the boy with great admiration.

"Eat as much as you like," Shirou said with a smile, then turned to the three girls and asked, "So, what do you think?"

"Whatever Shirou-kun makes, whatever it is, Mom... no, I like it all." Asuna, leaning on Minamoto no Raikō, smiled and reached out her hand to the boy's head.

Shirou, already on guard, dodged her hand and looked at the other two, asking, "What do you think?"

"Yes, it definitely tastes carbonated, not much different from the cola in stores," Yukino nodded and said.

"Yes, it would be even better if it had ice," Yuihama said, sipping her cola.

"Yes, let's do it then." Shirou nodded.

After making the cola and sealing it in an empty brewing jug, Shirou had someone bring him a bag of saltpeter and poured it into a large basin of water. Although saltpeter is harmless to the human body and the ice made from it can be eaten directly, most saltpeter in this era was a mixture of impure minerals mined from the surface and had a slightly bitter taste. To be on the safe side, he added a small basin inside the main basin.

It will take several tens of minutes for the water in the small basin to freeze.

So I went back to making the simplest potato chips. I took them out, peeled them, soaked them in water, scalded the boiled cassava repeatedly, sliced them into thin slices with a knife, put them into the boiling pot twice more, and then rinsed them with cold water. This way, about 60% of the toxins inside were eliminated.

Then, deep-frying over high heat further destroys the toxins inside. The flat, thin slices are fried in boiling oil until they curl and turn a beautiful golden brown. They don't look much different from potato chips made from potatoes in later generations.

For humans, there shouldn't be any problems as long as they don't ingest large quantities at once.

"Alright." Shirou scooped out the fried potato chips and put them into two plates to cool.

Then, fennel, star anise, and cinnamon are ground into powder to make cumin. This cumin is then mixed with the prepared beef sauce and evenly spread on both sides of the potato chips, thus completing the cumin beef flavored potato chips.

On the other plate, chopped roasted lamb is served as a side dish, creating a cumin-flavored roasted meat dish.

Cut the ice that had formed in the basin into small pieces with the back of a knife, put them into a clean small bowl, and place it on the tray with the potato chips along with the flask containing cola.

"Attendant officer, could you please come here for a moment?" Shirou said to the female official who was receiving him.

"Yes, Your Highness, what are your orders, hehehe." The attendant officer, hearing the prince's call, happily ran over, bowed politely, and asked, revealing ten white teeth.

"Now, let's take some over to the angels to try," Shirou said, pointing to the two plates of potato chips.

"Yes, of course, leave that to me! Prince, I will personally watch the angels taste it and then bring back my impressions. Of course, I believe that the food you make will be absolutely perfect." The female attendant officer smiled kindly and sincerely at Shirou. At least, that's what she thought. If the prince was willing to cook for her, she would eat even a pile of charcoal with a smile, licking the plate clean! Hehehe.

"Thank you for your help then," Shirou said with a forced laugh.

The attendant officer turned to the red-haired demon girl and shouted, "Satania! Hurry up and catch up! Come here! How can you be so lazy as an angel's personal servant! Hurry up! Or you won't get any food!"

"Damn it... their attitude is so much worse!" Satania stuffed the third pineapple bun into her mouth with a conflicted expression, and followed behind her in a very unhappy manner.

Less than ten minutes later, the attendant officer led Satania back to the kitchen and nodded heavily.

After Shirou demonstrated a few times, these procedures were handed over to the cooks. Four large oil fryers were set up, and the cooks worked in an orderly manner. The attendant officer behind them even had more than ten baskets of cassava brought over, and began peeling and soaking them in water.

The attendant officer had gone to great lengths to keep the angel obediently on the side of the Arabian Empire, and naturally, she wouldn't let such a good method slip by this time. As for the angel's favorite potato chips, she was prepared to provide them in unlimited quantities.

Seeing this, Shirou thought to himself, 'An angel's stomach must be better than a human's,' and he could only choose to believe it and pray for Gabriel's stomach.