Shirou Emiya Stands on Terra

That was even considering that Shirou was following along this time, otherwise Isv probably would have just stuffed more dried rations in.

As for vegetables, they could forget about them; a trip there and back might rot them and leave a strange smell, after all they wouldn't necessarily even be used.

In the end, the ones who would suffer for it would be the folks from Penguin Logistics or Isv himself.

"Well, does Shirou have any ideas?"

Looking at the meager ingredients before her, Croissant also found it hard to imagine what she could make.

If they made potato stew, they were missing some ingredients, and it would probably taste a bit weird.

Now everything depended on Shirou's performance, and Croissant stated that she just wanted to lie flat and wait for Shirou to feed her.

"Hmm... white radish should be enough."

Shirou thought about it and finally decided to cook with white radish.

As for the sweet potatoes, they could roast and eat them later, while the potatoes would be left for Madam Dalia to cook or for them to take back.

"Just white radish?"

Hearing Shirou say this, Exusiai at the side began to picture that scene in her head.

Hiss... that felt a little ominous!

Could even someone as freakishly strong at cooking as Shirou be helpless at a time like this?

"Yeah, white radish and beast meat soup; cooking soup in this kind of weather should be better."

Having decided on the dish to make, the remaining problem was very simple.

The problem now was how to cook it.

Judging by that piece of meat, which was probably half the size of his upper body, Shirou figured it would be hard to handle without a large pot.

Unfortunately, Madam Dalia's home didn't have any large pots; they were all small to medium-sized kitchenware.

So Shirou ran to the back of the Penguin Logistics vehicle, pretending to retrieve a large iron pot and a large soup pot from the back seat. Of course, both of these were projected, consuming a bit of mana, but it was still within an acceptable range.

Madam Dalia wasn't surprised by this, only thinking that the Penguin Logistics group were quite interesting to travel far with such large things.

As for the four people who knew what should have been in their back seat, they looked at the brand-new large pots in Shirou's hands with many question marks over their heads.

"Did we bring those things?"

Exusiai asked the three people beside her. She had sneaked upstairs halfway through to heat her apple pie, so she didn't know what else had been put in the back seat afterward.

"I don't know."

Texas had been immersed in the pleasure of driving a new car at the time and hadn't paid attention to these things either.

The two turned their gazes toward Sora and Croissant.

"I didn't see them when I was organizing things. Something that big—there's no way I wouldn't have seen it, right?"

Croissant was already starting to doubt if there was something wrong with her eyes.

"You guys say... could it be that Shirou projected them himself?"

Sora was still the quick-thinking one, soon connecting the pots in Shirou's hands to projection.

"...That is Longmen Curses absurd."

Croissant's lips twitched slightly.

The three unanimously agreed with Sora's thought, and at the same time truly realized just how absurd Shirou's projection was, practically refreshing their worldview over and over again.

To use his ability just for cooking... she could only say, good job!

"You four, come over and help me out."

Without waiting for the four of them to continue letting their imaginations run wild, Shirou began to call them over to help.

After all, this place wasn't convenient like Lungmen; using Originium Arts required burning firewood, and getting water required fetching it yourself.

If Shirou had to do all of these things himself, it would be too troublesome. To avoid dragging things out for too long, he planned to let the Penguin Logistics folks move around a bit.

"Hey-hey! What do we need to do?"

Sora was still very enthusiastic about helping Shirou with the cooking.

As for Shirou asking them for help, the few of them had no complaints. Anyway, sitting over there and chatting idly was just sitting around, so they could treat it as getting up to stretch their bodies.

"Help me get some firewood and some water. There should be water near the village, so ask Madam Dalia about it."

Shirou quickly assigned jobs to the four of them, and then he also began processing the ingredients on his end.

The ingredients were very simple, consisting only of white radish, beast meat, and salt.

If circumstances allowed, adding a little vegetable might have been better, but unfortunately, there was nothing at all.

Shirou only needed to cut the white radish into shreds and slice the meat thinly.

Although it was simple, he couldn't get past the fact that the meat was huge, and because of the weather, it was also a bit hard.

Shirou started moving with the kitchen knife Isv had prepared.

After Exusiai, Croissant, and Texas returned with Madam Dalia carrying a large bucket of water, Shirou was also just about finished with his preparations.

The firewood had also been successfully lit through Sora's hard work.

"You guys go rest first, and remember to wash your hands."

Seeing that everything was ready, Shirou told the girls to rest first while he started cooking.

Actually, he had already finished half the cooking; now he just needed to put the white radish into boiling water and let it sit, then stir-fry the meat until cooked.

"Add a little salt when stir-frying... this way, combined with the flavor of the meat itself, the white radish soup won't need any special seasoning, and the meat's flavor won't be too bland either."

While looking at the large pot stir-frying before him, Shirou thought about what he should do next.

This was a refrigerator-clearing video he had seen on the internet before, where most of them used simple ingredients to make a dish.

"After stir-frying until completely cooked, pour the boiling soup back into the hot pot, and that will cook it into a milky-white soup."

Wearing thick gloves, Shirou carefully poured the white radish soup in, and a large amount of water vapor billowed out from the large pot.

"Whoa..."

Seeing the large amount of water vapor and crackling sounds coming from the kitchen, Exusiai thought Shirou had blown up the kitchen.

"Such a fragrant smell."

As the scent of the soup spread through the entire house along with the water vapor, the few people waiting nearby all caught it.

Croissant's disobedient tears flowed straight from the corners of her mouth.

After pouring the soup in, Shirou removed some of the firewood to make the fire smaller.

Then he continuously skimmed off the floating foam to prevent its gamey taste from dissolving into the soup.

After skimming most of it, he just needed to add a little salt and it was ready to enjoy.

"Madam Dalia, please."

Shirou handed the bowl to Dalia first, since she was the master of the house after all.

Then he used each Penguin Logistics member's individual tableware to dish out the soup.

A very small fire could be maintained at the stove, otherwise the soup might cool down all at once.

"Whew... should I really call this the work of Shirou?"

Looking at the soup before her, Sora found it hard to imagine that Shirou had made it using only beast meat, white radish, and salt.

"Glug-glug-glug-glug, hiss—ah! So good!"

Croissant gulped down the soup in her hand, replenished the energy from the fresh meat, and prepared to have another bowl.

"Careful not to burn yourself; there's still plenty of soup, no need to rush."

Seeing Croissant finish a large bowl of soup in one breath, Shirou handed her a tissue to wipe away the soup splattered on her face.

"Mm... if Penguin Logistics encounters a bankruptcy crisis later, we won't have to worry about not getting to eat good food."

Exusiai was also holding her bowl and glugging it down, except she wasn't as bold as Croissant; after gulping a few mouthfuls, she slowly started drinking with a spoon.

"...Don't say such inauspicious things."

At Exusiai's wild imagination, Shirou couldn't even be bothered to retort.

Who in the world would hope that the place they worked at would run into a bankruptcy crisis?

Texas at the side was quite quiet, drinking silently ever since she took the soup. How Shirou wished Croissant and Exusiai could take a page out of Texas's book.

Could they be a bit more elegant while eating?

"Looks like we won't be able to finish it, right? Should we save the rest for dinner?"

After filling her stomach, Sora looked at the pot, which still had at least a large half left, and asked.

"No, let Madam Dalia take it and share it with the others."

Shirou had no intention of keeping the soup for the evening; instead, he wanted Madam Dalia to share the remaining soup with the rest of the people.

After all, the meat was originally distributed by the Reunion Movement people anyway, so having Madam Dalia take it to share with the villagers and the Reunion Movement people was very reasonable.

"Then let me thank you on behalf of the other villagers."

Hearing Shirou's words, a warm smile appeared on Madam Dalia's face.

Drinking a bowl of hot soup like this in such cold weather was truly a very blissful thing.

70 I object! Shirou is way too partial to Sora!

Dalia and the Penguin Logistics crew helped distribute the soup to the nearby villagers, while Shirou intended to take the remaining portion to Mephisto and Faust.

After all, there was no telling how many people the Reunion Movement had, and after sharing with the villagers, there was only a little left—more than enough to give to Mephisto and Faust.

It was just that it had gotten a bit cold; hopefully the Reunion Movement side had a fire to heat it up.

At first, when the Penguin Logistics crowd heard that Shirou was going to take the remaining soup to the Reunion Movement, they were dead set against it.

After all, those people had only tried to poach him that morning, and now he was walking over with food again—wasn't that just wrapping himself up and delivering himself right to their doorstep?

"Like I said, I'm just taking it to those two kids."

Shirou tried his best to explain that he was only going to give it to Faust and Mephisto, and had no intention of looking for Alina.

"Still no! If you're really going... we have to go along too!"

Exusiai offered a compromise: if Shirou was going, then the few of them had to go with him!

This was their bottom line!

"That's fine, but aren't you cold, Sora?"

Shirou didn't have any objections to the few of them tagging along, but he remembered that Sora had been rubbing her hands together just a moment ago, and two coats seemed a bit insufficient for her.

"No... not cold! Not cold at all!"

Pulling most of her face, which had originally been buried inside her coat, back out, Sora spoke with a firm expression.

Right after speaking, she shrank back inside her coat again.

"..."

Watching Sora tremble even while talking, Shirou found it somewhat amusing.

"Look at you, you've frozen to the point of shivering, so stop putting on a tough front."

Shirou took off the Holy Shroud wrapped around his neck and draped it around Sora's neck.

Although the Holy Shroud looked thin and unimpressive, it could still block the wind to some extent.

"Mm, thanks."

Seeing Shirou lend her the red cloth he treasured so much, Sora was slightly touched.

"Why don't I have one?"

Croissant chimed in as she walked up, still holding the pot filled with soup in her hand.

"You're not afraid of the cold anyway. Didn't you see Sora shivering when she talked?"