In the blink of an eye, I have been living in Kandata Ken's house for half a year. I have to say that the old butler's cooking skills are quite good. At least among the people Shirou has met, no one is better than him.
Even Shirou himself doesn't have enough confidence to surpass him without using Magecraft as a means of cheating.
The opposite of the two of them is Tiamat. I don't know why, but every time Tiamat takes a spoon, he can make a pot of the same thing as Black Mud.
In private, Shirou asked Tiamat what she was doing there. Tiamat replied calmly that it contained the heart of the devil, the lanugo of origin, and the claws of the chaos beast.
Enough! You are so wasteful, Master all Chaldea will cry!
"Aaaa."
On this day, Tiamat brought another bowl of something dark and came to [Shirou] and asked to taste it. Shirou took the black paint from Tiamat's hand expressionlessly and drank it in one gulp.
"Aaaa?"
"How to describe it? This is not a question of whether it tastes good or not, it is rare and special... It tastes like asphalt and tastes like graphite. But the taste is a bit weak, and I can't fully taste its other flavors."
No one can appreciate Tiamat's cooking. This is serious. Others cost money to cook, but she cooks to death. The last time the housekeeper tasted it, he almost died on the spot.
"Aaaa?"
"No, no, it has nothing to do with whether you add salt or not. I think you may not be talented in this area."
"Ah, my friend, Shirou!"
Kandata Ken danced around like a fool and walked beside Shirou. He and Shirou had learned kendo for half a year. Although they were very good at learning and very talented, they still looked like they had no brains.
"Stop! Talk about something!"
"Oh." Kandata Ken immediately returned to the state of a normal person, at least he looked like a normal person. Then he took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Shirou.
"The old man said that if I give this thing to you, even if it is to deliver a letter, I will be the man who stands at the top!"
In fact, it was this kid who was so idle that he begged for a job from the old man's hands.
"Oh, really?"
Shirou opened the envelope and found an enrollment form from a certain school, a note, and another envelope.
Picking up the note, there was an old man's neat handwriting on it. "Mr. Shirou, I know you are a restless person. When I was young, I learned to cook under a master chef. I have a junior brother whose cooking skills are second only to mine. He opened a cooking school in the mountains. I believe you will not be disappointed."
"Cooking school?" Only fools spend money to learn how to cook!
Look at the enrollment form again. There are two big characters "Totsuki" printed in black at the top.
"Emmmm..."
Shirou took a deep breath, then walked to the window and looked out... This is the first floor, he can see shit!
Returning to the original position, Shirou picked up the letter that looked like a matryoshka doll, and it clearly said "Nakiri Senzaemon personally expresses it".
Okay, it's all a mess!
After sorting out my mood, I still have to give the old man some face, so he has to go Totsuki this time. Tiamat can temporarily arrange to stay at Kandata Ken's home without worrying about her wanting to see the baby.
According to Tiamat herself, everyone in this world is other people's children and has nothing to do with her.
The next day, Shirou came to Totsuki Academy according to what was written on the enrollment form. Don't tell me, it's quite big!
"Young man, the enrollment time is tomorrow, you are early."
An old but energetic voice sounded beside Shirou, and only then did Shirou pay attention to the person there.
Originally, with Shirou's strength, he wouldn't be able to sense different people. But in order to prevent himself from slapping a mere insect, he learned the self-sealing skill from Tiamat. Having sealed ninety-six point ninety-eight percent of his strength, his punching power is now only ten tons, and his kicking power is only twenty-three tons.
Seven hundred and eighty-eight with a magic seal, a few hundred rounds of Curry Stick will be short of mana.
Even the ability to perceive has declined, not to mention that Shirou's ability to perceive ordinary people is not strong to begin with.
"That kind of thing is fine no matter what. I was recommended here. This is a letter of recommendation."
Shirou handed the envelope in his hand to Nakiri Senzaemon, while looking at the old man carefully.
How should I put it, although the appearance is quite majestic, the oppressive power is far different from Zelretch, the holder of Second Magic, whom Shirou has seen before.
Forgive Shirou, there is only one person he has ever seen who is old, looks old and is a dignified person.
"Do you have a letter of recommendation from Senior Brother Gaemon? I understand. Come with me, young man."
Although I have enough trust in my senior brother who has strong cooking skills, how could he not take the assessment when entering Totsuki? The rules cannot be messed with.
"Is that old man's name Eemon?"
Thinking in his mind, Shirou followed Nakiri Senzaemon to a kitchen. As soon as he entered the kitchen, Shirou's eyes widened.
Darling, can a kitchen be so luxurious?
Needless to say, Shirou almost guessed what Nakiri Senzaemon was thinking. Isn't it just to try his depth? Apart from the cost and Light Cannon, Shirou is only good at cooking.
"The topic is eggs, and the time limit is one hour. You can use everything here to make a dish that satisfies me. Then you will pass."
It was late, Nakiri Senzaemon directly pulled up a chair and sat down. Then he took out a tea set from somewhere and drank tea there by himself.
"Eggs...? I know!"
Shirou took out an egg from a pile of eggs and tossed it again. I have to say that this old man's kitchen is full of good things. In terms of experience at Shirou, these eggs are second only to the special breeds he cultivated at Emiya family and Hogyoku.
For eggs, Shirou is quite familiar. For a special version, he once made an Easter egg to meet Illya's request. The eighteen flavors of hard-boiled eggs were quite troublesome to make.
But now there is no arbitrary request from Illya, Shirou can do whatever he wants. This is of course a way to save trouble.
I've decided, let's make omurice.
Opening the rice cooker, Shirou, who originally wanted to put rice in it, saw the steaming rice. But it's eight o'clock in the morning, and it's already past dinner time. Does anyone want this kitchen?
Shirou didn't want to care about that kind of messy thing. He picked up a Chef's Knife, took a look at it, and then started to pick at it. "This... is not as fast as my Projection knife..."
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