Food Is Everything to a Girl / Everyone's Mother

At this moment, the female students, who had been awakened by Eriri's earlier cries for help, all came out of their rooms and saw the outstanding boy.

"Ah! A man has come in!" Several girls who had run out in their pajamas screamed and ran back into their rooms.

Amidst the clamor and chaos, many girls were laughing and jeering, as they had always been well protected and had the invincible head maid's protection. They had no need to worry about any danger.

"Quiet! What are you all arguing about so early in the morning? I brought this person in." The head maid, Artoria, also came over at this moment.

"Hey! The head maid brought a man back!" The shocked girls pulled out their phones and started sending messages at a rate of hundreds of words per minute.

In an instant, text message notifications rang out everywhere, and the topic quickly spread throughout all floors of the mansion.

Shirou covered his face in anguish. If he couldn't smooth things over, his only options, besides fleeing to avoid punishment, might be being deported back to his country.

"Shut up! Now that you're up, go wash up, tidy yourself up, and then have breakfast on time!" Artoria commanded.

"Yes!" The female students dared not make any more noise and obediently went to wash up.

"Head maid, this child suddenly said the storeroom was her room, and then she started making a fuss," Eriri, having learned from her previous experience, quickly reported.

"Ah, that's right, I've arranged for her to stay here," Artoria nodded and said.

"Did you hear that? Don't ever come into my room without permission again," Little Mo said smugly to Eriri.

"No, the lowest-ranking maid doesn't deserve a room. She's just staying in the storeroom. The storeroom will continue to be used normally from now on," Artoria rejected.

"Hey! Father King, at least give me a room! Otherwise, I can put up with it. I don't need a single room, sharing a room with Shirou is fine too!" Little Mo pleaded, feeling dejected.

Chapter 149 Girls regard food as their heaven

"Eriri, don't worry about disturbing her. Just wake her up when it's time to work with you. From today onwards, you'll officially be promoted to mid-level maid and become her instructor, starting with teaching her how to clean the toilet!" Artoria instructed.

"Eh?! I'm going to teach this child?" Eriri exclaimed in surprise.

"What! A mid-level maid! This is the first obstacle I have to overcome!" Little Mo's gaze towards Eriri became even more ferocious.

"Eek! I'm going to be killed! Help me, Shirou!" Eriri trembled with fear and looked to the boy for help.

Shirou smiled and gave a thumbs-up, encouraging him, "Go for it!"

"By the way, Eriri, you're from Japan just like Shirou, so let's start by having her clean the toilet to the point where you can drink from it," Artoria instructed.

Eriri shook her head repeatedly, her twin tails swaying back and forth, and said, "Head maid, no! No way! Are you talking about those water dispensers that are specially made to look like toilets, disinfected with boiling water every day, and dispense distilled water with lemon juice added? Or are you talking about those heartless companies that force interns who clean toilets to drink the water themselves in order to train their employees, or they won't hire them!"

"Lord Mordred, stop dawdling and go change your clothes. Apply the spirit of knightly training to maid training!" Artoria ordered.

"Oh! I'll go change now," Mordred agreed. Because it was a rare gift from her Father King, she was worried about wrinkling the clothes and didn't dare wear them for long. She changed into them as soon as she entered her room last night, folded them neatly, and carefully wrapped them in several layers of cloth.

"Shirou, come with me," Artoria said, looking at the boy.

"Hmm, Artoria, do you have any good ideas?" Shirou asked.

"Head maid, what's going on here? Did you bring a man back?" The Housemistress Teacher, who had just heard the commotion, rushed over and happened to meet him in the corridor, so she asked.

"That's a girl!" Artoria said without changing her expression.

"No, no matter how you look at it, he's a boy," the dormitory supervisor argued softly, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

"I said it was a girl! What you saw was a girl! Do I need to explain again?" Artoria repeated herself, asking the dormitory supervisor.

"No... is that so? If the head maid says so, then it must be a girl." The Housemistress Teacher shook her head repeatedly and agreed.

"Ahaha, sorry to bother you." Shirou greeted the dormitory supervisor awkwardly.

The head head maid nodded in satisfaction and continued walking forward.

"Artoria, aren't you here undergoing maid training? Why do everyone here seem to respect you so much?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

"Shirou, isn't the so-called head maid powerful, dignified, and elegant, who can perfectly solve all problems and pull out machine guns and rocket launchers from her skirt at any time to wipe out any scum who dares to infringe on her dignity?" Artoria said matter-of-factly.

"I feel like you have some kind of misunderstanding about maids, Artoria. From my impression, shouldn't maids be the kind who are frivolous and say things like 'So cute! So cute! Chu~'?" Shirou asked curiously.

"Shirou, the maid you're talking about is wrong. A maid should be thrifty and manage the household well. Those who are always thinking about how to please men and then try to get strangers to empty their wallets by acting cute and charming are just waitresses in sexy outfits."

Artoria led Shirou to the kitchen of the restaurant, where the plump cook provides nutritious breakfasts for the students every day.

Upon seeing the girl's arrival, the plump cook, with an agility disproportionate to her size, quickly ran forward, smiling ingratiatingly as she asked.

"Head maid, is there anything you need? Breakfast is ready today: American-style beef burgers, British-style fried cod, and Italian-style pizza. Is that alright?"

"Leave the hamburgers and pizza, give the fried cod to the students, and then you can rest this morning." Artoria waved her hand casually.

"Ah, yes! But the rest of the breakfast isn't ready yet?" the plump cook asked.

"There's a chef here; leave the rest to him," Artoria said.

The plump cook glanced warily at the young foreign man next to the head maid. It had been the talk of the dormitory since early morning, and she'd heard from the students that the head maid had brought home a man. She hadn't expected him to be a fellow maid! Was he here to steal her job?!

"If there are no further questions, you may leave. He's only using the kitchen once today; he'll be leaving today," Artoria instructed.

"Yes, head maid." The plump cook readily agreed. Even if it meant losing her job, she dared not disobey the head maid's wishes. She took off her apron, twisted her barrel-like body, and quickly ran out the back door.

This lady's agility is thanks to Artoria's training. After thoroughly reorganizing the girls' dormitory, Artoria discovered that the cook, a fat woman, was inconvenient to move around due to her obesity. So, Artoria captured her and gave her a week of Sparta training, and now she has become a nimble fat woman.

"Shirou, I want tempura, tonkatsu, and croquettes!" Artoria ordered directly.

"Oh, let me see what ingredients are in the kitchen," Shirou replied reflexively. Only when he took shrimp and pork from the freezer did he realize what was happening and looked at the girl, asking, "Wait, Artoria, isn't this the time to leisurely cook here?"

"No, now is the time to show Shirou's good qualities to the women here, and it's also the best way to dispel the bad rumors! Most importantly, I want to eat it! So make it for me!" Artoria said.

"Yes, yes..." Shirou agreed with amusement. The girl's reason was so straightforward that he couldn't refuse. Besides, it would indeed take some time to deal with that demonic dragon, so making breakfast wouldn't make a difference.

Not far away, you can also see the girls from the Chiba Branch School gathered together, peeking out from time to time.

"Huh? I thought it was some kind of scary pervert, but it's just him? A second-year junior." The third-year upperclassman said, sounding somewhat disappointed.

"You're so eager to see Eriri that you're willing to risk your life like this, Shirou!" the second-year girl exclaimed in surprise.

"That's great, it's really nice to be willing to go against the rules of love." Some girls even automatically imagined a Romeo and Juliet -style romance.

"Hey! Did you sneak in here, Shirou-kun, and then get caught? Are you going to be deported?"

"So this was the last meal the head maid made him eat outside? He was such a good person, it's so pitiful."

"No, no, and he's the man the head maid brought back, so it's okay, right?" the girl next to her said uncertainly.

"Hmm, so he's with the head maid. How wonderful! This kind of forbidden Teacher-student Relationship is possible, even if it goes too far." A young lady with thick eyebrows said with her hands clasped together, seemingly lost in thought.

"Huh! Is that even possible?"

"Well, after all, the head maid looks younger than us, although she's more imposing than an adult." The girl shrugged.

"That kind of angry glare can make your legs go weak, and you always feel like you have to lower your head, as if all the power over your life is in the other person's hands," the girl said.

"Since there's nothing else, I'll go order something. Shirou-kun, please make me an omelet, the sweet kind! Azusa, banana cake. Ritsu-chan, Rin-chan, Tsumugi-chan, do you want anything?" The girl was about to step forward to greet them.

"Hey! Come back here! Do you want to be killed by the head maid's gaze?" The other girls quickly pulled the airheaded girl back.

The naive girl asked, "No, actually I'll just be assigned to maid work like Eriri, right? Although I don't want to do any work, maid outfits are so cute."

"Senior! Read the atmosphere! The atmosphere!" A little girl who looked great wearing cat ears stepped forward and said.

"Atmosphere? Ah... yes, in that case, we shouldn't disturb them." The girl looked into the kitchen and saw the boy holding a cleaver, chopping something, while chatting happily with the head maid was handing him the tools.

"Although I feel a little bad for Eriri, let's just observe for now." The girls continued to hide to the side, quietly observing the situation.

In fact, female students in the UK also hold this view.

The petite and adorable head maid, if she didn't always have a stern face, would be as beautiful as Princess in a fairy tale. Even with her current cold and dignified demeanor, she is undeniably charming.

Especially for certain girls with particular interests, being scolded and glared at by the head maid every day is like a daily lesson. If someone dares to challenge the authority, they are considered a hero.

Yes, the way these people looked at Eriri was with a sense of recognition, like that of a kindred spirit. No, it would be more accurate to say that there was now a hint of respect.

"That strong-willed and domineering new maid who came this morning was also really nice."

"I saw her pin Eriri against the wall!"

"As expected of Eriri, she really knows how to have fun."

"Oh, they get along so well, they're about to start arguing again."

"Eriri! If you're going to teach me, explain it properly! Teaching me like this, I have absolutely no idea how to do it well! Will swinging the mop a thousand times a day actually make me stronger?" Little Mo, dressed in a gray maid outfit, yelled.

"The mop will break! Waaah, someone help me!" Eriri cried out, on the verge of collapse, as she taught Little Mo how to clean.

"Don't cry! If I swing a rag ten thousand times a day, how long will it take me to become Round Table maid?!" Little Mo asked frantically.

"I don't know! I just want to go home and draw in my notebook," Eriri shouted, covering her ears.

Little Mo was popular with these girls, but they had a very negative impression of Shirou, considering him a rival they had to eliminate.

"No way! Ugh, even the head maid shouldn't bring back such a disgusting, smelly man!" Of course, some girls also expressed strong opposition.

"That boy works at a restaurant; he said he's a substitute chef there!"

"He's trying to get away with this excuse? No way! Let's gather everyone and drive him away!"

The girls marched aggressively toward the kitchen, which was separated from the dining room by only a transparent glass window to block the cooking fumes. If you stood up, you could even watch the chefs cook.

The boy standing in front of the kitchen counter could easily see it as soon as he entered the restaurant.

"Ah! That's the boy! Ah! The head maid is there too, what should we do? Should we complain?" the girl next to me asked.

At this moment, Shirou, who was seriously preparing food in the kitchen, had even reached a state of complete absorption, focusing all his attention on cooking.

People who are fully focused on something exude a different kind of energy and spirit, and both men and women appear particularly charming at that moment.

Once the girl saw Shirou clearly, her eyes never left him. She whispered, "Ah... he's my type. If he were to move in, it wouldn't really matter."

The girl next to him, feeling hurt, asked, "Hey? Don't you like girls?"

The girl, gazing at the boy's face, casually remarked, "Ah... that was true before, but now it seems, perhaps I'm actually okay with either option."

"Huh? Then let's just leave it at that?" the girl asked in surprise.

"Hmm... hmm, it looks really delicious." Several girls around them looked on with admiration.

The boy peeled the shrimp, washed them with kitchen paper, dipped them in the prepared batter, and fried them in boiling oil. The bright red tails were coated with a thin, beautiful golden-yellow batter. The whole process only took thirty seconds, and the crispy, sweet and delicious dish was ready.

Besides shrimp, there were also small silver fish, okra, and pumpkin, which were fried in turn.

Dipping it in grated radish and soy sauce makes it a delicious treat in itself.

Because he was using local ingredients, Shirou chose to use local white sesame oil and cooked in two separate pans: one for frying tempura and the other for frying croquettes.

Run the knife under the tap, and the white water flows from the back of the blade to the edge. Water droplets fall, white light dances, water splashes up, and with a few sizzling sounds, the onion turns into uniform purplish-red granules.

This time, Shirou came up with a unique idea by adding a small potato. This small potato is a dish in itself, whether boiled or fried. Now he is trying to control the heat and find the most suitable ratio to combine the deliciousness of the potato with the meatballs.

First, stir-fry the meat until fragrant, then shape it into patties with potatoes. Dip the patties in batter and egg, then sprinkle with breadcrumbs and fry until golden brown.

The croquettes were scooped out and placed on kitchen paper to absorb excess oil. Everything was done slowly and deliberately, with an elegant demeanor in its skill.

The girls watching the boy's cooking demonstration through the glass window were mesmerized, praising him repeatedly.

"Wow, he's so handsome! Is he really a great chef?!"

"A samurai! He's a samurai! Okita Souji!"

"No, Okita Souji is a girl!"

"I guess I should go upstairs and order!" Wei couldn't help but run upstairs.

Chapter 150 Mothers All Over the World

Inside the kitchen, the dignified head maid, Artoria, was actually just like the girls outside, observing the boy's every move. When he needed any ingredients or containers, she would tacitly hand them over, earning praise from him in return.

"Thank you, Artoria."

"No, I'm just helping out a little," the girl replied modestly, secretly making a victory gesture behind her back. After her maid training, she could finally cook with the boy in the kitchen! So she became even more eager to help.

After repeating this several times, Shirou looked at the girl, hesitant to speak.

"Artoria..."

"What? Shirou?" Artoria tilted her headband and looked at the boy in confusion.

"I'm really happy you're willing to help, but if you keep eating like this, the food will be gone before it even arrives," Shirou said helplessly. Ever since the girl came to help, the amount of food he had placed on the large plate hadn't increased at all.

Whenever Artoria handed over a plate, she would casually take two or three pieces of fried tempura and a croquette. The rate of consumption was exactly the same as the rate of production; after putting all kinds of fried food into the fryer and filling a plate, there was no further progress.

"I'm just helping you taste it a little." Artoria wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth, blinked at the boy's puzzled look, and as she spoke, her hand reached towards the plate again. All of this was done without anyone noticing. Even if Artoria changed her Spirit Origin and became a master thief one day, it wouldn't be surprising.

This time, before her hand even reached the plate, she felt something warm being placed into her hand.