Everyone Loves Shirou

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in an English suit and wearing silver-rimmed glasses walked up to the podium, tapped the table, and said, "Alright, alright, gentlemen and ladies, please be quiet. Now that everyone is here, let's welcome Ms. Hiratsuka, the teacher from the Chiba Branch School, and Shirou."

"Hello everyone." Shizuka Hiratsuka and Shirou took turns going on stage to introduce themselves.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause to welcome him.

"Shirou is one of the top archers in high school. He just performed in China last week and has been invited to our school this week to demonstrate archery. Shirou is also an excellent archer. If any students would like to compete, please sign up."

"Kyudo?" A knowledgeable boy shook his head and slowly raised his hand, unaware that his Robin Hood had been at max level and maxed out in bonds for a long time. Only Legolas and Green Arrow from their high school days could compare to him.

"Oh! Huntingdon! Welcome, green-haired English warrior! And who else?" the teacher asked.

"Archery?" The brown-skinned Indian man grinned wickedly, raising his hand. 'Archery? He was born into the great Kshatriya family, Arjuna the Fifty-Seventh Jewel, are you afraid?'

My dad is the only gynecologist in a small Indian county, and his family's wealth is somewhere between Bruce Wayne and Scrooge McDuck. If I lose, I have to wear my family's heirloom gold jewelry and propose to the ugliest, fattest girl in school with a striptease!

"Oh, Jesh from the Spice Country! Just these two warriors? Okay! Now let's move on to the archery range," the teacher instructed.

The group arrived at the archery range, where several other teachers were waiting, quietly watching the proceedings.

First, Shirou, dressed in a kyudo uniform, gave a kyudo demonstration. Because of his previous experience in Xunyang, China, he was much more comfortable doing it this time.

It omits many tedious details, simply demonstrating proper etiquette and the steps of archery, all presented in a smooth and flowing manner. But even so, it's still too boring for young people in today's fast-paced world.

If they weren't trying to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor, the impatient high school students would have already started booing.

The girls in Bristol watched the boy's actions without getting bored at all.

The girl who understood the subtlety whispered, "Shirou, you're just like a person in a painting now."

Girls who can't understand the story can still find enjoyment in other aspects of the boy's personality.

"Are those the same hands that make such delicious food?"

"He changed his clothes, and upon closer inspection, he has a great physique; he's my type."

"Is it because she has such a delicious body that she can make such delicious food?"

"Why?! Have all those girls gone crazy?" the boys shouted indignantly.

"Which side are they on?!" the boys from Bristol School exclaimed in despair.

"No, actually he knows those girls better than any of us here," the boy next to him said, making an excuse.

The boy with the side-swept bangs stared blankly at the tall, blond man beside him, then lowered his head, wiping away his tears, and said, "Damn it, this is so unfair!"

"Oh, poor boy, don't be sad. He's not from our world. Just think of it that way and you'll get over it." A group of burly men who looked like they played rugby came over and warmly hugged the boys, comforting each other.

"Thank you. May I ask your name?" The boy with the side-swept bangs felt comforted and warmed his heart, and asked the foreign man in front of him.

"Patchouli go♂" The man grinned, his white teeth Gil.

After the archery demonstration, it was time for the archery competition. Huntingdon, holding English longbow, and Jesh, holding Indian bow, stepped onto the archery platform.

"Shirou!" the girls from Chiba School cheered.

"Shirou ~! Go! Go!" Led by the friendly brown-haired girl, the girls from Bristol School who were participating in this exchange meeting all stood on the boy's side in tacit agreement.

There was also the Blonde Sweetie who was the captain of the school's cheerleading team. She wasn't originally going to participate in this exchange event; she just happened to be in PE class and was practicing as a cheerleader to cheer on the next school team competition, while also cheering on the sports teams practicing on the nearby field.

But when she saw the group heading to the Kyudo Club, she immediately ditched the captains of the soccer and rugby teams, and led a group of cheerleading girls over to watch the boys' performance, waving colorful pom-poms and chanting in rhythmic unison.

"Go! go! go! Shirou ~!"

"Come on, Shirou ~!"

"Come on, baby!"

On the field, the cheerleaders kept cheering for the boy, but Shirou, now focused on archery, was undisturbed by the outside world and only pursued the ultimate truth of hitting the bullseye every time.

The boy's expression caught the attention of the cheerleading girls, but instead of angering them, it made them even more excited.

"So cool! She's usually so cute, but she looks so cool right now!"

In the etiquette of Kyudo, there is a final step called "Zanshin," which is the posture where the body naturally stops after the arrow is released. It refers to the state of mind that is pursued after the arrow is released.

"Yaaaaaah!!!"

After shooting an arrow, Shirou didn't look at the bullseye. Instead, he leisurely nocked the next arrow, doing everything at his own pace: drawing the bow, releasing the string, and then hearing the sound of the arrow hitting the bullseye. He repeated this process.

The boys in this country, which has a long tradition of archery, were naturally very unconvinced. However, when Shirou drew his bow and shot an arrow, hitting the red targets at both the 50-meter and 70-meter marks in succession, even Huntingdon and the Indian Jesh were stunned and their mouths dropped open.

Seeing the boy effortlessly draw his bow and release his arrows, hitting the bullseye time and time again, they were momentarily baffled as to what the difference was between a 50-meter target and a 70-meter target for him.

Given the vast disparity in strength, there was no point in continuing the match. After firing their arrows, both men quietly withdrew from the arena.

"Alright, it's almost noon now, so let's get started on the preparations! We're having an outdoor barbecue on campus to welcome the new members of the school!" the principal roared, raising his strong, muscular fist.

"Oh my gosh! Long live the principal!"

"This is awesome! This is what I've been waiting for!"

The boys and girls of Bristol cheered excitedly, as is a tradition at the school.

"Huh? Why?" Shirou had just changed out of his archery uniform, was completely confused. Why did the archery performance turn into a BBQ? And that person was the principal?!

Shirou now realized that the faculty members here were all incredibly muscular, and it seemed that even their ranks were determined by muscle mass. Even the youngest teacher's arms were several sizes larger than the average person's.

The principal here is a burly gentleman who is 2 meters tall. He is dressed in a suit and tie, but his strong muscles, which he has worked out, can't be hidden. He looks like a bodybuilder. His calm gaze makes him look steady, kind and reliable.

The principal had a thick, neatly groomed golden mustache between his nose and upper lip, which extended all the way to the corners of his mouth before curling up slightly, like a U-shape drawn together by curves.

The top of his head was shiny and glossy, except for a tuft of baby-like curly hair on his forehead.

"Shirou!" The principal walked up to Shirou with a blank expression. His bald head reflected a blinding light in the sunlight, and the shadows obscured his eyes, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

"Yes, Principal?" Shirou looked up at the suddenly appearing, burly man, unsure of his thoughts. Had he passed the test or not?

The principal smiled kindly and said, "Very good! Shirou, I look forward to your cooking."

"Huh?" Shirou was taken aback. The muscular man in front of him seemed to have a kind smile, like a flower blooming in spring.

The principal waved his hand and said to the side, "Alright, alright, hurry up and set up all the equipment."

"Oh oh!"

"Alright! Principal, why don't you come and help too!"

Several teachers used their strength to deftly move a large pile of tableware and cooking utensils from the corner of the archery room's outer wall. Because they were placed in a hidden corner, no one seemed to notice.

"Wow! Grill! BBQ!" The students at Bristol School exclaimed in delight.

One by one, the male teachers took off their suits, rolled up their sleeves, and brought out iron grills for barbecuing and charcoal grilling. The tools were very complete, and there were also large bags of ingredients on one side.

The female teachers on the other side also helped carry buckets of ingredients. The dormitory Housemistress Teacher was also there, talking to her colleagues. So the ladies all smiled and looked at Shirou, showing very expectant expressions.

Shirou finally understood. 'So they were prepared there from the beginning? Just waiting for the archery demonstration to end?'

The principal gave the boy a thumbs up, then pointed to the kitchen utensils and said, "Come on, Shirou, the head maid already told us that your greatest skill isn't archery, but this! Food culture exchange is a wonderful thing! The tools are all ready for you; now it's time to see your performance."

"Hahaha." Shirou chuckled dryly. Is this what they mean by telling one lie and needing a thousand more to cover it up? But now that things have come to this, there's nothing else he can do!

"Please leave it to me," Shirou said to the headmaster.

Besides charcoal grilling, there are also brick-built earthen ovens here, Shirou naturally wouldn't leave unused. Meat and bread grilled over fruitwood have a different flavor altogether.

BBQ focuses on grilling meat outdoors with smoke, which produces a lot of smoke, and is usually done in a closed space. Grilling, on the other hand, uses charcoal and the heat of a metal rack to cook the meat, using smokeless and environmentally friendly charcoal. The two have different functions and therefore different flavors.

Truly delicious smoked and roasted meats often require dozens of hours of preparation, just like the meticulous process of traditional roast duck and roast goose. Roasted whole pigs and whole lambs, which take fifteen or sixteen hours to smoke over low-temperature charcoal, can often be easily torn apart with just a knife and fork.

Drizzle with the appropriate chili sauce, barbecue sauce, or various other sauces to enjoy a variety of delicious flavors. Stuffing all the meat into your mouth and filling your stomach is incredibly satisfying.

So-called meat dishes don't have too many rules; in essence, they are about satisfying human beings' carnivorous desires. In short, it's about eating more, tasting different parts of meat, lean and fatty, and then appreciating the differences in the quality of meat from carefully raised and bred livestock in different regions.

Like the tenderness of Wagyu, the succulent flavor of Jinhua Ertouwu pork, and the rich, flavorful lean meat of miniature pig...

The lamb provided by the Bristol school this time is Australian lamb. The lambs there drink groundwater, eat the finest Pasture Grass, and are slaughtered before they are twelve months old, all for the sake of tender meat.

Meat is a gift from nature. The reason meat tastes good is not because of human breeding, but because of the animals' own efforts. Animal reproduction is not due to human control, but the survival instinct given to life by nature.

Just as pandas are adorable and pets are affectionate, livestock are constantly evolving, making themselves more and more delicious. Eventually, humans will feel that they cannot survive without eating their meat every day, which would be a great victory for animals.

Because it tastes delicious, we want to eat it. Even if eating too much will make us fat, cause high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar, and lead to various diseases, we will still want to eat it. Yes, horrible meat! Horrible fat! Human society has been dominated by tea, tobacco, alcohol, carnivores, sugar, and fried foods.

Shirou picked up the meat cleaver. All he had to do was control the heat, ensuring the meat retained its natural flavor and inherent charm, and bring it out—that was all.

Just like the principle that a direct shot will hit the target, meat is inherently a top-quality delicacy. As long as the preparation process is flawless, it will inevitably be a top-quality delicacy. The boy achieved this perfectly.

Chapter 166 Everyone Loves Shirou

Tables and chairs were set up in the open space outside the archery range at the Bristol Branch School. Under a barbecue grill, charcoal was burning with blue flames, while a cloud of white smoke rose from a clay oven on the other side, with fruitwood burning underneath, making the surroundings a bit warmer.

"It smells so good!" exclaimed the teacher, who was sitting to the side watching the boy work.

"As expected of the boy recommended by the head maid, he really has some skill; his movements are very methodical," the male teacher sitting next to him commented as he observed the boy.

"So, should we continue with the food exchange event that the head maid mentioned?" the dormitory Housemistress Teacher asked.

"Let's make a judgment after we've tasted it," the principal said.

Although the invincible head maid is there, so there's no need to worry, allowing boys to enter and leave the girls' dormitory might cause some strict and rigid parents to fly into a rage. Therefore, the teachers decided to use this outdoor barbecue activity to observe the boys and see if they possess the necessary qualities. (Monthly fee group 694936135)

When the time for grilling was up, the boy lifted the steel plate door with a thermometer attached to the seal of the earthen oven, and took out rugby balls of smoked and cooked beef and pork, each about the size of a football. The crispy skin was covered with a nice light red layer, and the charcoal smoke from the burning fruitwood continuously smoked the surface of the meat, allowing the pieces to retain some of the original color of myoglobin.

A large piece of roast meat was placed on the countertop, and a final coat of sauce was brushed onto it. A long knife was used to cut the meat into pieces the size of bread slices.

At this moment, the people around were already attracted by the aroma of meat, their eyes flashing with a wild, predatory light.

Shirou quickly sped up, cutting the smoked meat into pieces and placing it on a large tray. The tray was then set up on a large table and was immediately devoured by the surging crowd.

Fill the oven space again and begin the second round of smoking.

Shirou's hands didn't stop either. One grill was filled with various chopped pieces of meat and Skewers, while the other grill was filled with enoki mushrooms, corn, and chive skewers. He skillfully flipped them over and brushed them with sesame oil.

A grilled eggplant with a large slit cut in it is stuffed with minced garlic and beef stir-fried on a hot plate, along with finely chopped green and red bell peppers. Pepper powder and other seasonings are added, and cumin and chopped green onions are sprinkled on top when the eggplant is grilled.

Led by the principal, the muscular men devoured the meat, taking large bites of chewy chunks, the spicy juices splashing everywhere. It was nearing lunchtime, and the female teachers, drawn by the aroma, naturally wouldn't miss out on the delicious food.

Holding a large, golden-brown, fragrant Skewers in one hand and a piece of golden corn brushed with red sauce in the other, he quickly took a bite, his breath steaming in the hot air.

"This is so delicious! The sauce is amazing too, it's a type I've never had before."

"This tastes just like the lamb I had when I traveled to Australia with my family!"

"So, does that mean the girls in the dorm have been eating this delicious breakfast to go to school these past two mornings? That suddenly seems so cunning!"

"That's right! Even if Shirou wants to have a food exchange, he should come to the boys' dormitory," the male Housemistress Teacher suggested.

"Hehe, what are you talking about? This young man only agreed to work so hard, getting up early every day to prepare breakfast in our dormitory, after accepting our head maid's invitation," the female Housemistress Teacher said with a smile.

"At least let him cook in the school cafeteria!" said the blond, crew-cut PE teacher.

"Shirou is here for an exchange program, how can we let him do these tasks?" the female dormitory teacher said with a smile.

"Principal, at least say something! Ahhh!! The meat on the plate is almost all gone!" the PE teacher screamed.

The other teachers immediately stood up and rushed to the last few pieces of meat on the table covered with a white cloth, which was specifically for serving meals to the teachers.

Relying on his smug muscles, the principal snatched the last piece of roast pork, swallowed it, and laughed, saying, "Haha, if this were in the army, such delicious meat would be gone in less than three minutes. 'Eating without speaking'—a healthy eating method passed down through generations in the Armstrong family."

"I've learned something! But I'll still go join the line over there!" As the PE teacher with the lowest muscle mass in the school, knowing he couldn't compete with those muscle monsters—the grade head, history teacher, and English teacher—he ran towards the barbecue line again.

As for the initial assessment, the teachers completely forgot about it the moment they Shirou's cooking for the first time.

Meanwhile, Shirou, who was grilling, was facing a long line of classmates waiting for food, while also having to cater to the capitalist privileged class at the teacher's side. He was now operating three grills back and forth with both hands, and only in this way could he keep up with the speed.

Shirou's hands moved like butterflies among the flowers, deftly flipping over various grilled foods, brushing them with sesame oil, and sprinkling them with spices.

The aroma was enticing. The female students around the school had their eyes shining as they watched the boys' performance, while the teachers were engaged in a fierce battle around a table, showcasing their superb wrestling skills and the military's powerful and direct grappling techniques.

The other table, where meals were served to the female teachers, was operating in an orderly manner, but the food was being consumed at a rate that was just as fast as that served to the male teachers.

Shirou, taking a moment from his busy schedule, glanced at these things and thought to himself:

'Wasn't it said that the British only care about practicality and not about food culture? What's with this wolfish, predatory attitude?'

Seemingly noticing the boy's gaze, the muscular instructors all smiled kindly.

Why are they all wearing those carnivorous smiles?

Even the girls eating barbecue had dreamy eyes and alluring pink cheeks. However, their attention wasn't on the boy grilling the meat, but on the meat in his hand—they were practically carnivorous girls.

The air around the school's archery range was thick with the aroma of meat, awakening the carnivorous desires that had lingered within us since prehistoric times. Students in physical education class, clutching their growling stomachs, ran outside, trying to escape this hell of being able to look but not eat.

As the saying goes, the timid starve while the bold feast, and just then, another large group of people came running after smelling the aroma.

"Oh, you guys from the soccer and rugby teams! What are you doing here?" the male Housemistress Teacher asked, standing up as he saw the familiar students.