Cooking a Meal with Noble Phantasms / The Maid King Makes Her Entrance

"I suppose only Lord Mordred would think that way," Lamorak sighed.

"Shirou, you are the Master. Should we fight or not? Tell me your opinion!" Mordred turned around and stared directly at the boy, asking.

"Since we're already here, we should give it a try! If it doesn't work, we'll retreat. He can't escape from here anyway," Shirou said.

"Oh! That's more like my Master!" Mordred smiled and nudged the boy's chest with her fist.

At this moment, Pellinore laughed in a sarcastic tone, half mocking and half encouraging, saying, "What brave warriors! In that case, I won't be stingy and will provide each of you with two horses and equipment."

"Who wants your cowardly stuff!" Mordred said irritably.

Shirou stopped Mordred and stepped forward, saying, "King Pellinore, thank you for your kindness. Please take me to your food storage area."

"An ingredient storehouse? Of course, that's certainly possible. You've certainly made a strange request. I thought you'd want weapons from our armory," said King Pellinore.

"What? Shirou, are you hungry?" Mordred asked.

"Anyway, there's still a long time before the battle. I want to calm down by doing housework, organize my thoughts, and think of a strategy. Besides, having a good meal before the big battle is a good thing, isn't it? Little Mo, do you want some? It'll be delicious." Shirou asked the girl.

"I want to eat! I'm not Father King who doesn't know how to enjoy life. If there's good food, of course I'll eat it!" Mordred happily agreed.

Pellinore led the two to a warehouse, pushed open the door, and boasted:

"Look! This is the food depot in my camp. Every day, a team is sent out specifically to hunt and gather. Under my wise leadership, this is now the richest place in the world. Don't be shy, take whatever you like. There's no need for words; just marvel at King Pellinore's generosity in your heart, and that will be the greatest praise you can give me."

"It's so noisy! This tiny warehouse isn't even enough for all of us Knights of the Round Table to eat for a day," Mordred said, looking at the annoying old man.

"That ungrateful brat..." Pellinore gritted his teeth in annoyance and decided to wait at the door instead of going in.

Following behind the boy Mordred asked curiously, "Shirou, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Yes, there's quite a bit of meat here." Shirou looked around.

Although the food warehouse wasn't large, it certainly had no shortage of meat. Hanging on top were the carcasses of animals of various sizes: wolves, bears, cows, horses, and wild boars, mostly hunted by the soldiers here. The horses were injured and discarded. On the other side, wooden crates contained various fruits and wild crops.

Shirou first went there and found potatoes, carrots, onions, garlic, and ginger. Finally, he took a bunch of vegetables that were somewhere between cabbage and lettuce, as well as some cilantro. Resources here were really scarce; there were no spices at all, but he didn't expect there to be no scallions either. It seems that these fifth-century natives still lacked the ability to identify ingredients and could only make do with what they had.

Shirou Projection a basket of usable ingredients and put them in. Then he looked at the meat hanging inside and finally locked onto a doe that had been shot with an arrow, tied to the ground, and had not yet been slaughtered. He walked over to it.

Shirou stepped forward, Projection a piece of cloth, knocked the doe unconscious, wrapped it around his arm, and hoisted it onto his shoulder. He then addressed King Pellinore was waiting at the door, saying, "These are all we need. Just leave us a horse for transportation. After dinner, we'll leave on our own."

"Sure, sure, but can your little brat even finish eating a deer?" King Pellinore asked.

"Hmph, I'll eat all of Shirou's food, I won't share it with you cowards!" Mordred glared at Pellinore like a kitten guarding its food, warning her.

Pellinore said, "What nonsense are you talking about? As the king of this place, I am the richest man here. What kind of wild game haven't I eaten? I don't care for the stuff made by you little devils."

"King Pellinore, may I find an open space outside to cook?" Shirou asked.

"Of course, you can be wherever you want, as long as you don't interfere with the work of the people here," King Pellinore said casually, waving his hand.

"Farewell then, King Pellinore, thank you for your generosity," Shirou said with a smile, then carried the deer toward the stream outside the camp.

First, several large buckets were Projection, and enough water was fetched from the other side of the stream.

Then they hung the deer up, cut its arteries, and began to bleed it. The blood poured out filled a basin, and they didn't stop until it was completely drained.

"Shirou, why go through all this trouble? Wouldn't it be better to just take a whole butchered beef?" Mordred asked, puzzled.

"The key to good venison is to drain all the blood when it's killed to avoid a fishy smell. That's how you make it taste good after processing it," Shirou explained.

"Is that so? When I was on campaign, we were always short of food. We would roast any non-poisonous Demonic Beast or monsters from head to toe, sprinkle them with salt, and then eat them all," Mordred said, not quite understanding.

Chapter 145 Using Noble Phantasm to Cook a Meal

Shirou could understand what Little Mo said. In the fifth century, resources would have been even scarcer than in this world. At least there were fewer people here, and there were potatoes.

Before the four major crops—wheat, rice, corn, and potatoes—spread throughout the world, except for a few fertile lands like the Land of Abundance and the Land of Fish and Rice, where seafood and mountain products were inexhaustible, food was scarce everywhere. During famines, being able to eat two meals a day and keep one's stomach from growling was considered quite good.

Therefore, people often cherish rare ingredients and try every means to eat everything inside an animal, such as pig intestines, offal, chicken gizzards, and duck blood, which originated from this. In modern times, with the combination of various spices, they have also become a variety of delicious dishes.

However, in the beginning, these foods didn't have any ingredients to remove the fishy or gamey smell, so they didn't taste very good. At that time, the Britain Britons probably had no idea where 'the brightest jewel in the crown' was, and naturally had no way of getting spices.

Of course, the way food is prepared in this place is also very simple and monotonous, and this has not changed even in modern times.

In 5th-century Britain, as an island separated from Eurasia by a sea, people had not yet mastered the technology of large-scale fishing, preservation, and transportation of marine fish. Inland areas could only rely on hunting, growing rye, and wheat for sustenance.

'This child doesn't seem to have eaten much delicious food; I feel a little sorry for him...'

Shirou now has another reason to cook properly, good! Let's bring out our strongest cooking skills after all this time!

"Once the blood is drained, the process will be quick. Little Mo, just wait a little longer, I can make some simple snacks for you to enjoy." The boy said to the girl with a smile.

"Oh! Shirou, it's fine if you're not in a hurry. I just need enough." Little Mo replied casually.

After completing the preparations, Shirou, with Mordred's help, carried buckets of clean water and the bled deer back to the military camp, deciding to settle down at the air intake of the white tent where Pellinore was stationed.

First, he took two dry wooden stakes from the kitchen and lined them up in a row. Shirou then Projection a giant axe, his eyes wide with fury! Secret Sword - Nine Lives Blade Works! Nine flashes of axe light, and in an instant, a pile of firewood was neatly stacked together.

Shirou first Projection five separate large stoves together, lit firewood, and put in a bucket of water to boil. During this time, he gradually Projection all the necessary kitchen utensils and stoves.

Shirou Projection the Gan Jiang · Mo Ye kitchenware series, which included a complete set of specialized butcher knives, cleavers, and boning knives, as well as an almost all-purpose Chinese cleaver, and began to process the deer placed on the counter.

Black and white knives moved across the deer's body, the knife flashing. In terms of culinary skills, the young man's knife skills, while not quite up to the legendary master butcher, were not far off.

A few minutes later, the whole deer was skinned and dismembered into various parts, from intestines and internal organs to thighs, back, chest, head, and lean and fatty meat, all separated and placed on a special table. After being cleaned, some parts were prepared for marinating, while the rest were ready to be cooked immediately.

On the small table next to the stove, there were pots and pans in red and black, with a yin-yang symbol Projection on them.

Of course, the patterns on them were just for fun and nothing special. These were just ordinary tableware. For example, the pot in his hand could only be used to deflect bullets, besides cooking.

First, peel a few potatoes, put them in a container, pour in some water, and then Projection a self-made, constantly rotating, red, strange sword. Although it cannot break through boundaries, it can easily crush the potatoes and cut them into a sticky powder to make ready-made potato starch.

On the other side of the camp, the soldiers and farmers stared blankly at this side, looking completely bewildered. As local natives, they simply couldn't believe that cooking a meal would be such a complicated and meticulous process.

"Mom, look! There's someone cooking using Noble Phantasm!"

Ignoring the stares, when he saw the firewood burning brightly under the stove, Shirou set up a large Chinese pot on the first stove, put the fattest piece of venison into the pot, and fried it to extract the venison fat.

Then, slice the lean meat into thin slices, take out a portion, drizzle some oil over it, add cornstarch, mix in cilantro, garlic cloves, ginger shreds, and sprinkle with salt to marinate. The only pity is that there is no soy sauce, which can only be made up for by cooking skills in other ways.

Shirou continued preparing the other ingredients.

On the third and fourth stoves, an iron pot was placed on one side and a clay pot on the other.

Pour boiling water into an iron pot to make bone broth, preparing to make Deer Meat Hot Pot. The liver of a freshly killed deer is also a rare delicacy.

The clay pot is used to stew venison, which is stir-fried until fragrant and fatty, mixed with ginger slices, garlic, and wild mushrooms. The result is tender and flavorful Stewed Deer Meat.

"Shirou, can we eat now?" Little Mo asked, her mouth watering at the aroma.

"Wait a minute~!" Shirou picked up the dry-fried venison pan, poured in some venison fat, added minced onions and garlic and sautéed until fragrant. Then he poured the previously marinated lean meat into the pan, stir-fried it briefly, and put it on a plate. The Pan-fried Deer Meat was now ready.

"Try this first." Shirou handed over the prepared dish, along with a knife and fork.

Little Mo took the plate and started eating without any hesitation. The moment her mouth touched the meat, her eyes widened Gil. She kept putting pieces of meat into her mouth and exclaimed, "Delicious! What is this! It's so delicious!"

"Eat the vegetables too," Shirou said with a smile, then poured the fried venison into a bucket for later use. He then took out venison ribs and made a French cuisine Baked Deer Ribs.

The last stove was a steamer. The upper layer contained Deer Meatballs with bird eggs and seasonings, while the lower layer contained Mashed Potatoes as the staple food. Since there was no white rice, they had to make do with this.

Fortunately, the diners this time didn't seem particularly picky about these things.

"Good! Good! Shirou is so delicious!" Little Mo exclaimed, her cheeks puffed out. From the moment she took the first bite, her mouth never stopped moving.

"Whether you want to talk or eat, choose one. Here, this is Deer Meat Hot Pot." Shirou handed over a bowl full of venison rolls and offal stew.

"..." Little Mo took the bowl and continued to eat heartily, remaining silent for a long time. He just squinted his eyes, revealing an expression of enjoyment, his face glistening with oil as he ate.

"You chose to eat over there..." Shirou smiled helplessly, but seeing the girl's bright, childlike smile full of happiness, he, as the chef, was also very happy.

Now that the stir-fries and hot pot were almost done, Shirou Projection several thin black sword hilts between his fingers. With the help of magic, long, thin blades automatically grew out of them. He then inserted the sliced venison and vegetables into them one by one, and started a campfire on the other side to eat skewers.

"Oh, thank you, Shirou! It's delicious! So delicious! I never knew deer were such amazing creatures!" Little Mo ate with great relish, tears welling up in her eyes.

They ate and cooked at the same time, and after more than an hour, all the dishes were ready. The boy picked up the prepared pots and pans and served them with various venison dishes.

The venison stew, cooked in a clay pot over a long period of time, was the epitome of aroma. When the boy lifted the lid of the pot, the fragrance erupted like a volcanic eruption, its rich and sweet aroma instantly spreading throughout the entire military camp, especially towards the white tent directly opposite.

"Gurgle..."

"Coo coo..."

Smelling the rich aroma, King Pellinore and Lamorak, who had emerged from their tents, glanced awkwardly at Shirou and Little Mo before returning inside. Unfortunately, even with the door covered, the alluring fragrance remained.

"Let's eat," Pellinore said, swallowing hard.

"Yes, Father," Lamorak replied, still seated.

But when the servants brought dinner from the kitchen, the two of them looked at the roast meat, dried cod, and corn soup laid out on the table, but had no appetite at all.

"Hahaha, Shirou, I love you just the way you are!" Little Mo chuckled as she ate a skewer of meat and some lettuce, glancing at the tents. If she had a fan, she really wanted to fan the two guys inside a bit more, so they could enjoy the breeze.

Shirou meticulously prepared Whole Deer Banquet, which, due to the lack of ingredients, leaned more towards showcasing the original aroma of the meat. He put a lot of effort into the fragrance, spending two hours preparing for this very moment.

He didn't say anything, but that didn't mean he wasn't angry. So he came up with this plan to play a little trick on the guy who beat Artoria with such underhanded methods.

Inside the clay pot, the rich, fragrant meat juices swayed gently with the heat, occasionally bubbling up. They were infused with the aroma of wild ginger, wild garlic, wild mushrooms, and other mountain delicacies. Because the meat was bled in time to remove the gamey smell, and because the venison was mostly lean, it wasn't overly greasy. It was tender and smooth, and could be swallowed without much chewing, without being greasy at all.

"Here you go!" Shirou scooped a bowl full and handed it to the impatient girl.

"Oh! Shirou, you can be my Master for life, okay? Hehe!" Little Mo eagerly took the bowl, blew on it, and then started eating voraciously with a spoon.

The aroma, rising from the tents, carried on the wind to the white camp, drawing in the knights who stared intently at it. King Pellinore, who repeatedly peeked out from his tent only to retreat back inside, listlessly chewed on the roasted meat sent from the kitchen, feeling only grow hungrier with each bite.

When Shirou finished cooking with all his might, giving it his all, everyone in the camp was dumbfounded. They wondered if they were under some kind of Magecraft or illusion. Otherwise, why would such a delicious aroma of meat exist in this world? Could this be the food eaten by the gods in heaven?

The knights, whose stomachs were rumbling with hunger, were eager to come forward and strike up a conversation, but were all glared at by Little Mo was protective of her food.

"What should we do? No wonder he's Prince Lamorak, a member of the Knights of the Round Table, just like our army. His aura is terrifying."

"I feel like if I go forward, I'll be killed in one round."

"But..."

"... Even if it means death, I still want to try that True Magic cuisine." The knights thought to themselves in unison.

"Well, I'm also a little annoyed with that King Pellinore, so this is just a small way of expressing my dissatisfaction." Shirou put the baked Baked Deer Ribs into a bowl and handed it to the girl.

"Serves them right! Let them be envious!" Little Mo took the bowl, then used a knife and fork to stab a piece of stewed meat from the pot. He picked up a grilled skewer, put it in his mouth, and took big bites, laughing heartily.

"Cough cough..." She was eating and laughing at the same time, but because she ate too fast, she choked and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Eat slowly," Shirou said, quickly handing the girl a bowl of meat soup.

"Thank you..." Little Mo drank the broth, patted his chest, swallowed the meat that was stuck in his throat, and finally felt better.

"I always feel that if Shirou had been there when we set out on the expedition, we would have all starved to death and been wiped out before we even reached our destination," Little Mo said with a bright smile.

"Is this a compliment?" Shirou retorted, picking up a Skewers and taking a bite. Choosing a live deer, slaughtering it himself and eating it immediately, was definitely the right decision. It would be even more perfect if it were served with some freshly picked vegetables.

Wild deer in their natural habitat are truly wonderful. If you were in Chiba, you could only buy frozen meat. Even though deer are overpopulated in Hokkaido, few people can enjoy them due to transportation difficulties.

"Are you full?" Shirou then Projection a towel, soaked it in hot water, and handed it to him.

"I'm satisfied! Shirou is super delicious!" Little Mo took the hot towel, cleaned her mouth and hands, and replied with a smile.

Shirou and Little Mo put out the firewood, then distributed the bones to the hunting dogs in the camp. The dogs, who had already smelled the aroma, lowered their heads and began to chew.

The bones, infused with oil and covered in aroma, seemed to be a hit with the hunting dogs, who wagged their tails and panted, seemingly bidding them farewell.

After watching the boy and girl leave, the hunting dogs turned back to look at the pots and pans. Bones were delicious, but wouldn't it be better to eat them with meat? The dogs strode lightly towards them.

"Lord Mordred! Those..." The knights who had been watching but hadn't dared to step forward could no longer contain themselves and asked directly.

"Ah, I've had enough. Do whatever you want, okay, Shirou?" Little Mo waved her hand dismissively, but then turned to the boy and asked.

"Please help yourself," Shirou replied. He had already prepared all the extra ingredients, but Mordred Little Mo like being disturbed, so he hadn't invited the knights to eat.

"Oh... oh." The knights were stunned by the other party's unexpectedly quick agreement.

"Then let's leave," Shirou said to the girl in front of him.

"Wow!" Little Mo clapped his hands in satisfaction after eating and drinking his fill, and followed Shirou toward the horse farm.

Shirou left the kitchen utensils here; they're just Projection anyway, and will disappear after a while. The remaining ingredients can be enjoyed by whoever needs them.

Seeing the meat left in the pot and several pounds still in the basin, the knights exchanged glances, then charged forward simultaneously, chasing away the hunting dogs. Relying on their tall and strong bodies, they pushed past their opponents and began to fight over it.

Chapter 146 The Queen of Maids Makes Her Debut

Venison is tender, sweet, and lean with little fat. It is warming and nourishing, and suitable for people with a cold constitution. It also has aphrodisiac effects, and ancient emperors had the habit of drinking deer blood every year to replenish their bodies.

Although Shirou and Little Mo had already devoured the most delicious cuts, such as the tenderloin and thigh, the remaining meat was still incredibly tasty, making the knights drool. The battle for the venison was fierce.