Pretty Big Sis or the Kitchen / The Kitchen Belongs to Gil ...

Companion services for meals? Companion services for chatting? What exactly are these questionable services all about?

The cheapest option is to order a set meal, which includes a complimentary 'smile' gift for 1000 yen?!

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor rang out. At that moment, a new young lady entered the store. She looked around, then smiled with interest, and walked over to Shirou's seat in her high heels.

Chapter 510 Pretty Girl or Kitchen

"Oh my, I've never seen this face before! Handsome, are you perhaps a new member here? You're a type I've never seen before, what's your name?" At this moment, a fashionable woman in a white fur coat looked at Shirou curiously, pulled out the seat opposite him, sat down, and asked with a smile.

Several women around who hadn't been served by a waiter looked over curiously, some even muttering complaints about being a step too late.

"Huh?" Shirou said in surprise. Is this the kind of shop?

Shirou turned around and looked at the male Servant nearby. Surprisingly, they were sitting with women, drinking tea and chatting, just like the handsome young Alexander!

On a table.

"Ah~!" A woman rested her chin on her hand, her mouth agape.

"Eh? You want me to feed you? You're so affectionate. But you're special, so... sure." Arash lovingly picked up the silver spoon, scooped out a spoonful of ice cream, and put it into the woman's mouth.

"This is the Darjeeling tea from India that I recommend to you. It's a top-quality product that I just acquired. You can smell the fresh aroma of ripe grapes on it." Arjuna embraced a woman with dark skin and blonde hair, and held a cup of tea to her lips from behind.

"Huh? Really...!" The woman leaned into Arjuna's embrace, gently inhaling the aroma of the black tea, a look of pure enjoyment on her face. It was unclear whether she was truly captivated by the fragrance of the tea or by something else entirely.

"Stop looking at your phone, looking at me is enough!" Siegfried said domineeringly, lifting the chin of a powerful female CEO with the air of a successful businesswoman.

"Yes~~" The domineering female CEO went limp, transforming into an incredibly gentle little woman...

Hey? You're all Great Hero from your respective cultures, right? Is it really okay to try to please women like this?

No, is it because it's Imitation Heroic Spirits that these past events aren't taken seriously?

No, no, after seeing their smiling faces, Shirou was certain that they were actually enjoying themselves too.

Huh? Why are they all just like those Knights of the Round Table?!

"Hey handsome, you haven't answered my question yet. Can I call on you?" The fashionable older woman walked up with a beaming smile and was about to take Shirou's hand to massage his hands.

The other older girls rubbed their palms together, looking eager to try.

Women also experience loneliness. Since ancient times, there has been a tradition of Princess seeking male lovers. Especially for older single women who don't have time to date, the main reason they come to such places is to seek comfort, care, and confidence from younger men. They are absorbing a kind of thick, ambiguous spiritual nourishment that contains multiple meanings.

Newcomers like these, though inexperienced in customer service, are the easiest to take advantage of. After all, your patronage of their business already earns their gratitude.

Then, as long as you maintain a proper balance, gradually approach the other person without them resisting, constantly raising their boundaries. For example, if they're willing to hold hands, you can hug and kiss them in no time. If they can touch your upper body, it means you can touch their buttocks. If they can touch your buttocks, then you can look at their underwear, and maybe you can even take them out to sleep with them.

Unlike those expert hosts who are already adept at handling guests and know exactly what the guests are thinking, they won't easily let you get any favors.

"No, ma'am, I'm just a kitchen helper. Goodbye then." Shirou gave a refreshing smile and strode quickly into the kitchen.

"Hey? A kitchen helper? She's got a nice face and she's quite cute, what a waste!" The fashionable older woman said regretfully, stroking her face.

Having no intention of working male host in someone else's shop, Shirou dodged the advances of the ill-intentioned older women and headed towards the kitchen. Just as he reached the door, he sensed a dark fluctuation of magical energy and heard strange noises.

Shirou, puzzled, gently opened the door and peered through the crack.

The enormous Mama Gilles de Rais was standing with her back to the door, twisting her body and chanting some kind of spell.

"Dark undead, writhing in the endless night, offering up the desires of humans and animals outside, turn over, turn over! Stir three times. Descend! Descend! Descend! In exchange for this potion, obey my command, you kitchen spirits, prepare delicious dishes for my shop!"

Gilles de Rais was at the kitchen counter, stirring a pot with a stick, like an old witch brewing some terrible potion in a cauldron.

Gilles de Rais was using Magecraft to summon the dead chef—clumps of blackish-gray, slimy humanoid zombies—who were slowly and deliberately operating kitchen utensils to cook with their stiff bodies.

As a French nobleman, Gilles de Rais naturally didn't know how to cook, but this wasn't a big problem for him, given his mastery of black Magecraft. He could simply summon someone who knew how to cook.

Now, under the madam's command, six or seven dark gray monsters are standing in the kitchen; they are culinary associates who died in the past due to accidents.

Like a chainsaw butcher in a slaughterhouse, cutting meat is practically his calling. Well, he now has one hand that's completely missing, with a chainsaw inserted directly into it, then bound tightly with chains and sewn up with needle and thread.

For example, the bartender who stumbled upon a gang fight, despite having three or four bullet holes in his chest with unidentified liquid gushing out from them from time to time, was still quite adept at mixing drinks.

For example, a chef who froze to death in a cold storage room, whose body was covered in bluish-purple due to his own cold aura, made an exceptionally refreshing cold dish, and even the surface of the glass plate used as a serving dish was covered with a layer of beautiful ice crystals.

There are also stories of Chinese cuisine who were cursed to death by elementary school students, and sashimi chefs who died from pufferfish poisoning.

Shirou turned around and looked at the Gil Imitation Heroic Spirits and fashionable, bejeweled women chatting and laughing outside the Black Tea House. Then he turned back and saw the kitchen, a scene straight out of hell, a place where only the dead would eat.

If the older women outside had also seen this scene hidden in the kitchen, would they still be able to laugh so happily?

Ah... At that moment, Siegfried was drinking the same beverage with a woman, which had a heart-shaped straw.

Outside, he would be with his older sister, eating together, while inside, he would be cooking with zombies. Shirou considered it seriously for a moment and finally chose to go into the kitchen.

Chapter 511 The kitchen belongs to Gil

"Excuse me, Manager Gilles de Rais, I'm here to help..." Shirou said, opening the door.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was angrily interrupted by the other party.

"Rumble rumble! What! Emiya--! Are you trying to spy on trade secrets??" Gilles de Rais turned around, his fish eyes wide, his mouth agape, and said in a terrifying voice.

"No..." Shirou simply hadn't expected that while the outside was Asura Field, this place was also hell.

"Grapefruit iced tea, and sandwiches, aren't they ready yet?" At that moment, the handsome red-haired boy pushed open the door and walked in, urging. He had changed into a boyish plaid suit in red and pink, paired with shorts and white socks. However, he wore the jacket over his clothes, creating a skirt-like effect. At this moment, he was the most adorable person in the entire Black Tea House.

It's said that women who see his handsome figure all have the same thought: they want to have a son and then dress him up in all sorts of adorable clothes. They believe he will surely grow up to be a great and upright man!

"Yes, Gil, one more Earl Grey tea, with milk. Make the zombies hurry up! Oh, and I already heard from the customer's sister that Shirou said he wants to come help in the kitchen. We're short-handed right now, so don't be picky!"

"Lulu... I know! Then let me use the enemy's strength to strengthen myself! Emiya--!" Gilles de Rais said with a dark and evil expression.

"No, I wouldn't go that far." Shirou waved his hand, having simply come here by chance, and decided to help out with whatever he could without expending too much energy.

"Huh..." At this moment, the zombie next to him stepped aside, making room for Shirou.

"Ah, thank you." Shirou nodded to the old man zombie who had frozen to death in the cold storage. This old man was a good person, wasn't he? It's such a pity that he froze to death in the cold storage.

Shirou stood in front of the kitchen counter, where a chef's uniform was Projection. He was dressed and the kitchen utensils were ready.

'At least let the women outside be able to eat some normal food.' With this thought in mind, Shirou helped prepare the dishes in the kitchen.

However, looking at the ingredients available, there was rice cooking in the rice cooker, several inner pots next to it filled with cooked rice, eggs next to each other, and a basket containing only carrots, corn, tomatoes, a few cabbages and lettuce, and the rest were garlic, scallions, celery and other side dishes for flavor.

Shirou asked with some difficulty, "By the way, what kind of dishes are mainly served here?"

Mama Gilles de Rais looked at Shirou with a mocking smile and said, "Rumble, Emiya... You're supposed to run a shop, don't you even know such basic things? Omelette rice is the way to go, and then have my kids write blessings on it with ketchup. That's what customers love to eat! As for other dishes that you can't make, you can just call Ryunosuke- chan for delivery and have him send them over. Then have my kids write messages on them with mayonnaise, condensed milk, or something similar, and that's it."

"No, no, my shop has never made anything like that." The more Shirou learned, the more he realized that this shop seemed to have gone astray as Black Tea House. And that Mr. Ryunosuke, whose interests seemed a bit too peculiar, turned out to be a deliveryman.

"Manager Shirou, just give me three servings of omelet rice to start. You can just do it however you like. I'll pay you for helping out." The red-haired pretty boy, Alexander, patted Shirou on the shoulder, made an "O" sign, and said with a smile.

"I know. Omelette rice, right..." Shirou nodded.

"Well then, I'll leave the kitchen to you guys~!" Alexander waved and ran back outside.

In short, first prepare the necessary side dishes, spices, ham, and eggs.

At this point, the oil in the pan is also hot, emitting wisps of smoke. Pour in the chopped ingredients and stir-fry until they are perfectly combined and their aromas are fully released.

In another wok, pour in the prepared egg mixture, gently shake it to allow it to fully absorb the oil and heat, gradually spreading it evenly across the bottom of the wok, and then toss it upwards. The golden-yellow round egg froth flips in the air and lands perfectly on the plate containing the fried rice.

The egg perfectly covered the fried rice inside, and the tender egg liquid mixed with the fried rice, as if integrating a gem into a golden glow, making the taste delicate and fragrant.

The whole action was completed in one go, and in less than five minutes, three more plates of fragrant fried rice were served.

This performance, which resembled acrobatics, startled the zombie chefs nearby so much that their jaws dropped, and they mechanically began to clap.

Seeing this, Gilles de Rais's mother turned her head and muttered, "Rumble... Damn it... Emiya, you're quite the devil who wants to control the holy maiden and the others with your cooking. But don't get too cocky! This is my kitchen, my territory!"

"Delicious! It smells so good!"

When the fried rice was served, the bejeweled woman, spoon in hand, exclaimed in surprise. She had only come to this restaurant to spend time with the young, handsome waiter. She had ordered omelet rice before, but only to coax a handsome man into sharing a bowl with her.

But now, for some reason, this dish is incredibly delicious; you want to eat it again and again after just one bite.

"Because I poured all my emotions into this," the handsome guy sitting across from me said.

"It's delicious! It's really delicious! You should try some too!" the woman said excitedly to the handsome dark-skinned man accompanying her.

Arjuna, puzzled, scooped up a spoonful, put it in his mouth, and said, "Eh, it's really delicious. Ah, it must be the work of the new gentleman."

"Huh? Could it be that young man from before? I'm a little interested..." the fashionable woman said curiously.

"Yes! Shirou's shop... no, our shop's specially hired mystery chef." Alexander, who was running around serving customers, introduced him. However, since they were competitors, he couldn't just help his enemy's strength, so he decided to skip the advertising.

"What's up with this omelet rice? It tastes like it's made with hairy crab!" said another person who received Shirou's special fried rice.

"Haha~! It smells so good, I want to try some too," Arash said with a laugh.

"Really? Then... let me feed you." The woman scooped up a full spoonful and handed it to the man.

"Is it okay? Thank you, mmm! It's really delicious!" Arash said, opening his mouth and taking the spoon the woman had used.

The women around, witnessing this scene, revealed bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent, jealousy, and lust.

Chapter 512 The Aggressiveness of the God of Cookery

The ladies, who were originally enjoying their tea while watching the handsome men serve them, suddenly found their appetites whetted and started scrambling to order food that they would normally only order to flirt with the handsome men.

This is all because Shirou's cooking is significantly better than the previous dishes at the Black Tea House, and it has consistently received positive feedback from the customers who have tasted it.

"Really? Then I'll order one too, no, two. Please ask that handsome chef to make them." The female CEO sitting to the side also abandoned her reserve and raised her hand to speak.

"Okay, little Alex, here's another order: omelet rice from the handsome chef." Arash said with a hearty laugh.

"Wow? Is the guy who makes this dish handsome?" a female customer exclaimed in surprise.

"Didn't you see him? He was that young man sitting there just now, the one with the bright smile," said the woman sitting next to her.

"A lie? That friendly young man is finally here! A warm and handsome guy with a homey personality, I want two servings! No, three servings!" the woman exclaimed in surprise, quickly raising her hand.

The delicious food itself is completely different from the delicious food made for you by a handsome guy who looks good. The love for omelet rice in the entire Black Tea House has doubled.

"Yes, received! Please wait a moment." The handsome young man, Alexander, replied with a bright smile.

"Me too! Please have the handsome chef write 'Dedicated to Miss Matsuko' on it with ketchup," said another female customer, raising her hand.

"Ah, how cunning! We want some too."

The surrounding customers raised their hands and spoke.

"Yes, yes!" The handsome young Alexander ran back and forth between the outside and the kitchen, laughing and shouting happily. Although the little money he earned was nothing compared to plundering and conquering a country, the increased numbers and the ability to win the hearts of women filled the future Conqueror King with a passion for challenge.

Alexander ran into the kitchen and shouted, "Three servings of omelet rice, extra! Please!"

At this moment, Madam Gilles de Rais stepped forward, smiling confidently, and said, "Lulu, then let my undead subordinate, the Chinese cuisine chef who was cursed to death by an elementary school student, do the cooking!"

Alexander said irritably, "Mama-san, don't make things worse! The omelet rice that got the best reviews from the customers is Manager Shirou's. So, the omelet rice that's being served now has to be made by Manager Shirou!"

"Okay!" Shirou replied, picking up three eggs with one hand and cracking them three times in a flash, the yolks sliding directly into the bowl. At the same time, he tossed the eggshells aside, where they landed in the waste bin on the other side.

Then, the ingredients were quickly stir-fried in the pan. The golden egg crepe flipped in the air and then steadily covered the rice, and three servings of omelet rice were completed.

Alexander then handed over a squeeze packet of ketchup, saying, "Then please use this to write your blessings to Miss Hanako, Miss Sachiko, and Miss Kayako."

"Huh? I'll write it?" Shirou took the ketchup from the pretty boy's hand with surprise.

"Hmm, the customer specifically asked for your blessing. As expected of Shirou, even without showing his face, he can still capture the hearts of women." The handsome young man looked at Shirou with the same reverence one would show Aristotle.

"Lumble... How hateful... I've never been asked to cook before. How hateful... How hateful..." Madam Gilles de Rais bit her handkerchief in jealousy.

"I understand." Shirou smoothly squeezed bright red ketchup onto the omelet rice, adding his blessing.

"Gil! Don't just stand there! You can't help here, so go get some more ingredients!" the handsome young man instructed him.

"How... how could this be... This is... my kitchen..." Madam Gilles de Rais stared wide-eyed in shock. She never imagined that in less than half an hour, the kitchen would no longer belong to her.

"Another customer has specifically requested Shirou's omelet rice! Five servings!" Siegfried said, pushing open the door and poking his head in.

"Wait a moment!" Shirou replied, picking up five eggs this time.

"That's wonderful! The dishes today were a huge hit with the guests. The older sister said the food used to be a bit off, but if it were today's dishes, she would come back just to enjoy the food." The red-haired pretty boy said with a bright smile upon seeing such a great success.

"Rumble... I'm so angry!!!" Gil's mother bit her handkerchief tightly with her fiery red lips, staring intently at Shirou, looking very unwilling.

"Eh? Madam, this should be something to be happy about, right?" the red-haired pretty boy said.

"Waaah! Even if the customer approves of him, I won't approve!" Madam Gil bit her handkerchief and shook her head wildly.

"Oh, right, Manager Shirou, a customer who claims to be an acquaintance of yours wants you to come over." The red-haired pretty boy said to someone standing by the counter, busy cooking, emitting a much richer aroma than the food from the other side.

"Oh, I see, thank you. I'll come over as soon as I finish this dish. But... anyone you know?" Shirou replied, then pondered for a moment, unable to think of anyone he could possibly run into here.

As soon as Shirou came out after finishing the meal, he saw a black-haired woman waving at him—it was Leonardo da Da Vinci with a Mona Lisa -like smile.

"Why are you here?" Shirou asked with a disgusted look. He had been causing trouble behind my back, getting me into the school, and now he'd even followed me to a shop like this.