The Limits of the Gourmet Tablecloth, and How Chef's Heart and Chef's Intent Elevate Cuisine with Emotion

Su Yunqing did not interact with the others. Instead, she kept her gaze firmly fixed on Doraemon.

Almost the instant she landed, she arrived before Doraemon, bent down, and stared without blinking at his smooth, round head, her eyes sparkling as though filled with stars.

"Can I touch it?"

Su Yunqing asked Doraemon.

"???"

Doraemon looked utterly confused. Touch what?

"Can I touch your head?"

Seeing that Doraemon apparently had not heard her clearly, Su Yunqing asked again.

"Huh? Ah? Well..."

This time, Doraemon heard her perfectly. He instinctively took half a step back and looked helplessly toward Nobita Nobi beside him.

Nobita Nobi merely shrugged and spread his hands.

Seeing that asking for help was pointless, Doraemon looked again at Su Yunqing's eager eyes. In the end, he nodded somewhat bashfully.

"Sure."

The moment Su Yunqing heard that, she placed her hand on his head without hesitation. A cool sensation instantly spread through her palm.

"Mmm."

It felt exactly as good as she had imagined—no, even better!

Smooth, cool, and possessed of an indescribably delicate texture, its rounded curve felt exceptionally comfortable, making her want to rub it a few more times.

"This head feels really nice."

As she stroked it, she sighed inwardly.

It was a pity she did not have Bai Xuan's Fantasy Manifestation ability. Otherwise, she would have manifested a Doraemon for herself.

Still, she now had a Doraemon of her own. Though it was merely the same type of robot, that was still pretty good.

She kept touching him for quite a while, until Doraemon became so embarrassed that he began gently swaying his head from side to side. Only then did Su Yunqing withdraw her hand in satisfaction.

"All right, thank you, Doraemon."

"You're welcome."

Doraemon let out a sigh of relief. It had