Shirou Captures the Girl's Heart Through Her Stomach / The Blue-Haired Girl at Home

"Anyway, as long as we find the gap from whence we came, we can go back, right?" Adachi said.

The four of them walked out of the doorway. The girl looked directly above the doorway, her gaze fixed on the area that didn't yet reach the ceiling.

"Bring me a chair," Adachi said.

"Yes." The chubby uncle quickly brought over a chair.

Shimamura snatched it away, stepping onto it before Adachi could.

Adachi didn't say anything, but carefully held the chair steady to prevent Shimamura from falling. She could also pick Shimamura up in time.

She stretched her hand into the air, and gray ripples appeared above it, through which the girl's hand passed.

"Oh, oh, oh, you really made it through, Adachi." Shimamura turned around.

"Whoa, don't move! What does it feel like to have your hand go through there?" Adachi quickly grabbed Shimamura's leg.

"Huh? Nothing special, just ordinary air," Shimamura said.

"Is it like the feeling of the wind when you stick your hand out the window at 60 kilometers per hour?" the chubby uncle asked.

"Huh?!"

"Nausea!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The fat man shrank back into the house.

Shirou found them a first-aid kit and took out some medicine from it.

Shimamura applied the medicine to Adachi, then returned to the house to continue eating snacks, drinking tea, and flipping through his light novel.

"Um... when are you planning to go back?" the chubby uncle asked with a relieved smile. He was happy that the girls could leave his private space.

"No, now that I know how to get back, there's no rush. I want to finish reading Shimamura's light novel. Please don't mind me," Adachi said.

"Me too, I want to memorize everything Adachi has to say," Shimamura said.

"Why don't you take it back and read it? Anyway, I just need to tell the publisher, and they'll take it out of their inventory," the chubby uncle said in a consultative tone.

"No, you can't do that..." Adachi said casually, then looked up at the girl.

"Hmm? That's probably impossible, right?" Shimamura also chimed in.

"How about we give it a try?" Shirou raised an eyebrow and said.

So the group came to the doorway once again.

This time, it was Adachi, the black-haired delinquent, who went up. She held the novel out to the gap. When her hand touched the gap, she squeezed right in. But the light novel stayed behind, lost its support, and fell, hitting Adachi in the face.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

"Adachi! Are you alright!" Shimamura quickly helped the girl down and held her in his arms, asking anxiously.

Guh~!

"I'm hungry," Adachi said with a smile as she nestled into Shimamura's arms. The book bumped against her nose, leaving only a slight red mark.

"Really..." Shimamura said irritably, but finally felt relieved.

"Ah, then I'll go sell vegetables. Can I borrow your kitchen, senior?" Shirou said, standing up.

"Oh... wait! Shirou-kun, are you leaving me here alone?" The chubby man paused for a moment, then quickly ran to Shirou's side and asked.

"Of course, this is your home, senior, and these girls are people you have a connection with. I'm here to help you entertain them," Shirou said, looking at the man.

"Wait, I'm going to get my wallet. I'll go with you!" the chubby man said hurriedly as he ran back into the room.

"Have a safe trip." The girls waved casually. The high school girls of this era are really amazing.

Shirou and his senior entered the apartment building's elevator and went downstairs.

"Senior, didn't you say you hoped to marry the heroine from your own novel? Why are you so resistant now?" Shirou asked.

"That's what they said..." the chubby uncle said.

Although he had drunkenly mentioned wanting to marry the lovely girl from a light novel, it seems that in almost all of his works, unless they're dark, the male and female protagonists end up together. He really didn't want to break them up—or rather, he lacked the confidence to fight for it.

As the saying goes, distance makes the heart grow fonder. Perhaps it is precisely because it is the author himself that he would not be able to accept the characters from his work if they appeared in front of him.

"Then... should we really ask them to go back quickly?" Shirou asked.

"No, it's such a rare opportunity to meet them, it's like a dream. I'll pay for everything, and I'll leave the cooking to Shirou-kun. Make sure it's a lavish meal so they're satisfied and can go home happily. Thank you for your help, Shirou-kun." The chubby man pulled out ten ten-thousand-yen bills from his wallet.

"Anyway, I'm all alone. So leave the cooking to me, senpai. I'll give it my all!" Shirou readily agreed.

The two completed their shopping spree at the supermarket. Shirou felt Iruma- senpai's enthusiasm and didn't stand on ceremony.

Shirou quickly finalized the recipe in his mind, selecting one that suited Japanese tastes. He then bought Emperor crab, 5A beef, and various other delicious ingredients at the seafood market, preparing to cook a meal that would rival any top restaurant.

Chapter 1096 Shirou Captures the Girl's Stomach

Shirou carried the ingredients, Iruma -senpai carried the soup pot. Since Iruma -senpai rarely cooked for himself, he lacked the necessary kitchen utensils, so he also bought a new pot. The two slowly walked back to the apartment.

"Shirou-kun, you said these children are actually inhabitants of another world, right? And I'm just someone who wrote down their stories."

"Hmm..." Shirou paused for a moment before agreeing. Although he was only guessing about these things, this was the most reasonable way to think about it, and it would be the least likely to hurt anyone.

"I... actually don't quite agree with that statement."

The portly man spoke in a low voice, Shirou listened quietly.

"Because can someone like me really connect with people from other worlds? I've always written with the intention of showing my whole self to the readers. No, if I didn't go that far, I probably wouldn't be able to support myself through writing."

Because writers and their works have no direct relationship, although that's the objective truth, it's still hard for writers to accept from their own perspective.

Especially when a writer devotes himself entirely to the creation process, it can be said that he treats his work as his own child.

As a creator, to create a classic work, one must be able to be ruthless with important characters. Only by killing off a character whose death would cause everyone heartache can the greatest tear-jerking effect be achieved.

Only third-rate writers would resort to formulaic writing to please readers.

Good writers always draw readers into their plot and engage them in lively discussions.

Of course, those who write for a little fun are completely mediocre.

Of course, there is another situation, such as when creators have to make compromises for various reasons.

When novels and comics are adapted, they are often completely altered, and film Director have no right to edit them.

In terms of television dramas, this is the most common form of entertainment.

Especially in American TV series that air weekly, it's common for a character to suddenly disappear.

Perhaps the actor turned on the production team after using the role, demanding exorbitant fees that the production crew could no longer afford. Perhaps the role was unsuitable, impacting ratings. Or perhaps the actor was involved in some scandal...

Even in productions that have already been filmed and are scheduled for broadcast, if an actor encounters unforeseen circumstances, their scenes can still be cut.

In the face of capital, creators are truly not free. Under such circumstances, if they still insist on their inner desires, the conflict will become particularly obvious.

The word "writer" can be understood in many ways, but its most core and basic meaning should refer to someone who makes a living through writing.

Such a person either relies on extraordinary talent or profound knowledge and wisdom to become a mentor of human thought, making others their followers, influencing them, and changing their minds for them.

Alternatively, one must compromise with the market and become a commercial novelist, providing stories suitable for sale and selling one's writing skills in exchange for a living.

However, Iruma -senpai couldn't help but think that way, and he genuinely wanted to take responsibility for the two girls. That's why he spent a lot of money to treat them well.

"Sorry, I said something weird. In the end, light novels are basically buying illustrations and getting toilet paper for free. I was really too arrogant." Iruma- senpai said to Shirou with an apologetic smile.

"No, senpai, I think your idea also makes sense," Shirou replied.

The two girls had already boarded the elevator and saw Shirou carrying a box of fresh food as he entered his apartment. Curious, they ran up to him.

"Oh, it's a crab!"

"Mr. Shirou, it's so big!"

Shimamura and Adachi looked at the large crab in the box with surprise and excitement.

"Yes, this is on the bill, senior human," Shirou said.

"Oh, thank you, uncle!"

"Hehe, it's really nothing." The chubby uncle rarely received praise from a girl, and he laughed smugly.

The chubby uncle felt it was his time to shine, after all, he had read quite a few books on leisure in order to write his novel.

Did you know that there are actually two types of Emperor crabs, one from the Northern Hemisphere and one from the Southern Hemisphere? The Emperor crab from Japan is a Northern Emperor crab, which is different from the Southern Emperor crab from Chile. It is also known as the Alaskan Emperor crab. It is also the only crab that can both crawl sideways and walk upright.

In comparison, Chilean Emperor crabs are smaller on average than Alaskan Emperor crabs. Compared to Alaskan Emperor crabs, Chilean Emperor crabs are shorter in length and have sharper, longer barbs, making them easily identifiable.

The chubby uncle talked on and on.

"We know," Adachi replied to Shimamura without looking up.

"Huh? Is that so..." The fat uncle was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head dejectedly.

Because it was a light novel he wrote, the two worlds actually share a lot of the same knowledge, so Adachi and Shimamura had both come across these little-known facts.

If a guy isn't handsome, girls won't like being lectured or shown off their knowledge by a member of the opposite sex.

Shirou simply smiled at this.

Carrying the Emperor crab, I went into the kitchen. I stretched out the Emperor crab legs, which could reach over 1 meter in length. They had strong, fleshy legs, making them very satisfying to eat.

Emperor crab legs are rich in protein, trace elements and other nutrients, which have a good nourishing effect on the body. Eating crab is beneficial for the recovery of tuberculosis.

Shirou rinsed the Emperor crab he bought from the supermarket. Since Emperor crabs live in the deep sea, they are far from pollution, so there is no need to worry about any dirt. If you are worried about heavy metals, you only need to remove the crab body with little meat and no roe.

Shirou took out scissors and cut off the pincers and leg joints, then cut along both sides of the shell. Now that it's cut, it will be easy for the person eating it later. He placed two large pots on the stove and started boiling water. This completed the preparation of the first dish, crab leg and seaweed soup.

Divide into three parts, with the largest portion steamed and served with crab vinegar or dipping sauce. It's delicious whether eaten dry, with soup, or with rice.

A smaller portion is used for making soup; slice ginger and kelp, and finally add miso soup.

On the other side, a small grill was set up next to the dining table. Shirou was going to grill some crab legs and beef on the spot. Although using high-end ingredients like this was a bit extravagant, it was worth it for a party.

Shirou will carefully control the heat to bring out the most essential flavor of the meat.

Finally, each person is served a plate of vegetable salad, and there is plenty of rice.

The chubby uncle raved about it and ate heartily. In the face of delicious food, everyone is equal; whoever gets to their mouth first wins.

The girls took a bite, their eyes lit up, and then they started eating heartily.

Shirou skillfully flipped the grilled meat, and seeing how happily they were eating, he felt all his effort was worthwhile. Most importantly, eating at the same table and sharing the food together eased the tension between the girls and their senior. Iruma- senpai also seemed less reserved at this point.

"Mr. Shirou, let me grill the meat for you. Please sit down and have some too."

"Thank you, then I won't be polite." Shirou handed the tweezers to the girl.

"Shirou-kun, your cooking skills are truly amazing! If you were feminized, I would definitely marry you, hehe." The chubby uncle said, his mouth dripping with oil.

"Please don't have any impossible fantasies, senior. If you don't change your ways, I probably will never want to marry you," Shirou retorted, even a clay figure has some temper.

"Yes, that old man is really disgusting."

I agree.

Adachi relayed this to Shimamura.

"Huh?!" The chubby uncle looked at the three of them in surprise. When did his character become Shirou's ally? Had his 'daughter' been kidnapped by Shirou just like that?

Chapter 1097 The blue-haired girl at Home

After a hearty meal.

"So delicious! So satisfying!" Adachi exclaimed, his table piled high with empty crab legs.

"This dinner is even better than going to a Michelin restaurant. I want to eat it every day!" Shimamura, patting his belly with a satisfied expression.

"Huh?!!" The chubby uncle was startled.

"Just kidding, just kidding~! That uncle's reaction is way too honest."

"You actually believed that? That's hilarious!"

Adachi and Shimamura said with a smile.

"So... now that you've finished dinner, are you planning to go home?" The chubby uncle wiped the cold sweat from his brow and asked.

"Mr. Iruma, thank you for your hospitality. How about you try writing a story about Adachi winning the lottery and getting hundreds of millions of yen?"

"Or you could write about Shimamura making hundreds of millions from stock trading, that wouldn't be bad either."

"Haha, you're joking. Doing that would ruin the plot. Besides, according to Shirou-kun, I'm not some Goddess can control your world; I'm just an ordinary human." The fat uncle waved his hand and said.

"That's true," Shimamura said with some regret.