People in the four battles, the opening sacrifice between the tung dirty inkstone

“Brother Yicheng, this is for you to eat~.”

“Sakura is so good.”

“Hey, hey~.”

……

In the early morning, everyone who got up early sat around the dining table in the living room, eating breakfast happily.

Only one person showed a completely different look at this time.

“Hmm…”

She is Mordred.

Ever since witnessing the “impure” relationship between her Master and Medusa, her little face has been red.

It didn’t dissipate for a long time.

“I’m so shy…”

This was the first time in Mordred’s life that he couldn’t eat because of something other than his father.

“What’s wrong with you, Xiao Mo?”

Seeing that Mordred had been poking the rice in the rice bowl with chopsticks instead of eating, Yicheng was also surprised for a while: “Why didn’t I see you eating for half a day?” ”

In fact, as for why Mordred did not eat for half a day, Yicheng already had an answer in his heart.

It’s just that he can’t say it, nor can he tamper with the facts at will.

“Ahem.”

Just as Mordred subconsciously wanted to respond to Yicheng’s question, Medusa, who was sitting not far from Yicheng, suddenly coughed lightly.

Even the look in his eyes that looked at Mordred sharpened a little.

“Ahhhhh

How can she say it!

Let’s not say how embarrassed I am to say this matter.

Just Medusa’s sharp eyes had scared her enough.

In this case, if she still doesn’t know how to tell this matter.

It is estimated that it will not be long before he will be blocked by Medusa at the door of the bedroom.

Then it caused a series of particularly troublesome things….

This kind of thing of making trouble for yourself and not falling into good things in the end, Mordred is too lazy to do it!

So, she shook her head silently, picked up a piece of chicken chops in front of her and stuffed it into her mouth, and said a little perfunctory: “It’s nothing, just thinking about something…”

“Thinking of something?”

Hearing this, Yi Cheng smiled all of a sudden.

“I guess you’re not thinking about something unsound, are you?”

“Which… Where there is…”

In the face of Yi Cheng’s rhetorical question, the blush on Mordred’s face also deepened a little more.

Obviously, Yi Cheng’s rhetorical question pierced Mordred’s heart.

For a while, he didn’t know how to answer.

In the end, I could only endure shame and repeat the action of picking dishes and eating over and over again.

Trying to fool (moe) to get through….

……

At the same time, deep in the forest on the outskirts of Fuyuki City, the overall style is slightly biased towards the huge castle in the retro style of Western Europe.

Alice Phil and Artoria had just finished breakfast.

“How does it taste, Saber.”

Alice Phil supported her chin with one hand, picked up a napkin with the other, handed it to the other party, and asked with a gentle smile on her face.

“For starters, it’s already pretty good.”

Artoria drank the only remaining vegetable soup in her rice bowl and subconsciously sighed.

“At least in my opinion, you are at the same level as Gao Wenqing’s culinary talent.”

“Allah~.”

Hearing this, even Alice Phil herself was a little flattered by Artoria’s words.

“Is it so delicious?”

Artoria: “…”

No, I’m not praising you.

I want you to know that you don’t have any talent in cooking.

Let’s honestly return this job to the maid here….

“That… Alice Phil, I think you’ve misunderstood what I’m trying to say…”

Artoria was a little embarrassed not to overdo it, and tried to suppress her voice as low as possible: “Gao Wenqing’s cooking skills are very poor, and even when he used to march and fight, he would only prepare mashed potatoes for me three meals a day. ”

“So…”

Therefore, just when she sees the ingredient “potato” now, she feels a little sick to her stomach….

Just eating potatoes three times a day, Artoria doesn’t stop there.

The problem is that Gawain often makes a month or more for Artoria as soon as he makes mashed potatoes.

In such a day, only someone like Artoria who cherishes food can survive…

If it was someone else, I am afraid that before they could eat mashed potatoes for a week, they already wanted to vomit.

Gawain, Gawain, you are really harmful….

“Aa Alah, that’s how it is…”

She thought it was Artoria praising herself.

Who knows, the other party actually wants to use “Gao Wen”, the dark chef, to persuade her not to go deep into the “chef”.

Is her cooking really that bad?

Thinking of this, Alice Phil glanced at the other party with a slight embarrassment, and motioned for the maid on the side to go to the kitchen to serve herself a bowl of vegetable soup that she had made not long ago.

This is to confirm whether Artoria is lying.

“Miss, please use it.”

After a while, the maid brought a bowl of vegetable soup with a dark purple terrifying aura and placed it in front of Alice Phil.

Just by smelling the vegetable soup, he almost passed out on the spot.

“This… Is this really what I did? ”

For a while, Alice Phil looked quite shocked.

Did you say….

She has no talent in [cooking], but can she be called a “wizard” in [making poison]?

This is probably too shocking!

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