[!!!] [So that's how it is.] [Soy sauce! Soy sauce! After all that, it was this stuff.] [Don't underestimate soy sauce. Without it, do you know how many dishes you'd lose?] [So is the food in this world tasteless because of its underlying mechanics, or simply because the Middle Ages didn't have good food?] [Maybe food made by the system has no flavor, but food made by players does?] [A bloody incident caused by a spoonful of soy sauce.] [You have no idea—spices have started wars before.] [A Spice War, huh.] [Strongly requesting that Kiriko wear something like this too, lol.] [Kiriko's Chef Mode!] [It'd be even better if she wore nothing underneath.] [Add a few mysterious little props too.] [Muted.] [Holy crap, the mods stepped in.] [That's what you get for constantly dancing on the edge of getting banned.]
To be fair, Asuna also wanted to see what Kiriko looked like in an apron. It just wasn't a scene suitable for the audience.
Well, she'd just enjoy it privately if she got the chance...
But this wasn't the time to discuss that.
Asuna's move had been quite effective. Her Popularity Points had been skyrocketing ever since.
Once Asuna had saved up enough Popularity Points, she planned to upgrade White's Character Card to Level 7 in one go and learn the second passive skill.
"Um..." After Asuna brought all the dishes over and the two of them sat down at the table together,
Kiriko spoke up somewhat awkwardly.
"Asuna, now that you're done cooking, could you change back into your normal clothes?"
"Ah. Sure, I can do that."
Asuna tilted her head, then opened her inventory and changed back into her usual outfit.
``` [NO!!!!]
[Kiriko, your sins are unforgivable!]
[Wuwuwu, my apron.]
[Kiriko, I never thought you