There’s No Drug in My Cooking!

Chito, slightly smaller than Yuuri and much smaller in some aspects, extends a small hand calmly from the blanket.

"Plop!"

A light sound echoes as Chito lightly slaps Yuuri's face.

"Stupid Yuuri!"

"Clearly, it's Chito who's the most incompetent!"

Yuuri is not angry, or rather, with her pure and natural way of thinking, it's impossible for Chito to get angry with her. Grandfather told her to listen to Chito before they set off.

The interaction between the girls is not intimate but shows tenderness.

"Chito, why don't we thank the deity who sent us food too? And wish that the deity will send us more food tomorrow and the day after tomorrow!"

"Hmm, we should thank them."

"Yeah, let's do it!"

"Hmm."

The two girls are silent for a long time.

After a while, Yuuri turns her head to look at Chito. "Then how do we thank the deity who sent us food?"

Chito's expression is somewhat complicated. "I don't know."

She is human, not an encyclopedia.

But after thinking about it, Chito remembered that they had passed by a temple before, so she said, "The ancient people in the wasteland who worshipped the gods built temples, but we two couldn't do that."

As she thought about it, Chito brought the lamp to her side and took out the cookbook that the gods had given her. It had many descriptions and recipes for delicious food. Because of the several major collapses of civilization, it was not easy for her to read the ancient script. In fact, she knew very few words, and some of the content could only be guessed as she read.

The book had a commentary that said, "Food is a natural gift and the energy that sustains life. Delicious food is a combination of nature and art. The ancient people offered valuable things to the gods, including jewels, young girls, animals, and delicious food."

Chito picked out the keywords and said to Yuuri, "Yuuri, perhaps we can offer some valuable things to the gods as a thank-you."

"What?"

"The book says that the gods like girls and good food."

"Good-looking girls?" Yuuri nodded, somewhat in agreement, "That is indeed a valuable thing. So the gods want to fatten us up and then eat us?"

Chito closed the book and re-tucked the blankets, "Maybe the book is mistaken."

"Can books have mistakes?"

"Of course it can. The purpose of books is to record knowledge, and knowledge is left behind by people. If the knowledge that people leave behind is incorrect, the information recorded in books will also be incorrect."

Chito said seriously, "Good gods don't eat people."

"What if it's a bad god?"

Perhaps those who are foolish and naive are more likely to unintentionally say something profound, just like her.

"The more you try to avoid bad things, the more likely you are to encounter them. We can't just think about the good aspects, we have to learn to coexist with despair!"

"Chito! If the gods really want delicious girls, then in a while you can offer me to the gods!" Yuuri suddenly says.

Chito's pupils suddenly wavered and she couldn't believe what she was hearing as she looked at Yuuri.

Under Chito's gaze, Yuuri chuckled foolishly, "Gods definitely don't like girls with little meat, Chito's usually so bad at cooking she's probably not tasty!"

"In that case, Chito's not allowed to have breakfast, only eat half of lunch, and give me half of dinner."

"If the gods send something delicious or if you have one of those round, sweet dumplings again, Chito will give it all to me!"

As she spoke, a crystal-clear smile appeared on Yuuri's face. Those sweet dumplings were really good, but Chito wouldn't let her eat too many of them, saying they needed to save food in case of emergencies.

But now, it was Yuuri's turn!

A little chubby hand reached towards the box of sweets.

Chito's expression returned to calm as she put on the helmet outside the blankets, sat up from the blankets, and targeted her goal before launching an attack!

Rocket Headbutt!

Thud!

A muffled sound echoed as Chito's head collided with Yuuri's chest, knocking the food-obsessed girl backwards. However, the impact was greatly reduced by Yuuri's evasive actions and the cushioning of her chest.

Other than a little chest pain, Yuuri emerged victorious!

Yuuri, who was biting on a sweet and constantly chewing, let out a foolish, cute laugh.

"Yuuri, you food-obsessed idiot!"

Swallowing the sweets, Yuuri's small face was satisfied and she was full and wanted to sleep. She hugged Chito's head and went to sleep!

In the pitch-black world, with only a faint light from a lamp, two beds made of blankets, and two small girls snuggled together as they fell asleep. There was everything in the dream, unfamiliar classrooms, bizarre-looking teachers, and lots of delicious things...

Hehe~

In her sleep, Yuuri continuously lightly bit Chito's soft little face, as if she was sucking on a popsicle or mochi.

In the dream, Chito's small face swam in terror on the surface of the sea. Behind her, the large fish Yuuri was opening its blood-filled mouth!

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"You kids, get along well, I'll bring some snacks to see you guys when I have time." Ichiyo walked out of the orphanage, saying goodbye to a group of reluctant children. It was already nighttime, he had to catch the last train back to Totsuki Gourmet Street. After all, his dad didn't give him a driver or a car.

As night fell, the gourmet street remained brightly lit, almost a beacon for the world's most concentrated collection of fine dining. Whether it was Western, French, or Chinese food, there wasn't a single restaurant here that was simple - even the ramen shops were likely to be fronted by a renowned ramen family.

This included Ichiyo's family's pastry shop, as well as many other long-standing chef families. These families' restaurants made up about one-third of Totsuki Gourmet Street's restaurants, while the remaining two-thirds belonged to skilled wandering chefs, excellent Totsuki students, or even graduates.

To survive on this competitive food street, every restaurant had to have at least one specialty worth showing off. For the long-standing chef families, their restaurants here weren't about the profits they brought in, but rather the influence they represented. These families all had numerous chain hotels, like Ichiyo's family, which focused more on Japan's snack market - over two-thirds of the country's snack and dessert production companies were either owned by Ichiyo's family or invested in and partially owned by them.

Therefore, since his grandson is not as reliable as his daughter-in-law, the old man is even too lazy to show him the core inheritance of their own family. Anyway, if he can meet the standard in the future, his wife will not fail to teach him.

The little girl from the Nakiri family is not bad-looking. If it were not for the fact that he and the Nakiri guy are brothers and their relationship is close enough, this marriage would not have been settled!

Ichiyo arrived at the door of his own shop, and his footsteps involuntarily stopped for a moment, a strange expression on his face. Who can tell him who the white-haired girl sleeping on the steps at the entrance of his family's shop, leaning against a glass door, is?

The head chef of the Western restaurant next door is a sister in her thirties who has both the innocence of a young girl and the charm of a young woman. She is a beautiful woman who can give a lightning strike to thousands of cooks. She mostly has a small number of reservations as guests and uses most of her time to study and learn new dishes as the head chef. Today is an exception. She also brought a chair and sat at the door of the shop, staring at Ichiyo with a distant gaze.

According to Ichiyo's analysis, the female bodhisattva probably acts as a guardian for the white-haired girl, but in any case, there are still many good people in this world. Most of them probably silently protect this girl. This girl also doesn't know how big her heart must be to casually fall asleep at someone else's store entrance without fear of being taken away by a wolf grandmother and sold to the Poison Queen.

Ichiyo nodded to the sister, who responded with a dismissive roll of her eyes. Ichiyo calmly turned around, shrugged indifferently, took out his key to unlock the door to the shop, walked inside, turned on the lights, and started cooking.

His time here was slightly different from the time in the wasteland world on the other side, and it was probably inverted. So it was time for him to prepare breakfast for the two young girls he was raising. Ichiyo was thoughtful and only opened one door, not disturbing the door that the young girl was leaning against. She had her head lowered and was asleep, so Ichiyo didn't get a good look at what the girl looked like, but he could see that she had a good figure.

There was still one kilogram of snake meat left in the system, so Ichiyo decided to make it all into snake soup, dividing it into three portions. He also cooked a little rice and sent it over to the two young girls surviving in the wasteland using the system's "donation" function.

A good day should start with breakfast.

The beautiful female sitting next to the western restaurant across the street looked at Ichiyo's indifferent appearance as he returned home and calmly cooked. She had a speechless expression, opened her mouth, and didn't know what to say.

After a while, Ichiyo walked to the door of the snack shop with a small bowl of chrysanthemum snake soup made with top-grade ingredients. He opened the lid near the young girl, and the aroma immediately filled the air. Suddenly, a pair of beautiful eyes opened and fixed their gaze on the small bowl of food in front of them and the person behind it.

"Would you like something to eat? It's 5.000 yen, but if you don't have any money, you can stay and wash the dishes to pay it off."

In the moment that the girl woke up and raised her head, Ichiyo admitted to being a little stunned. Although he was reborn in this country, the love for silver hair and red eyes in his soul will never change!

And this girl, just happened to be perfect in all of his aesthetics!

Aside from the slightly regretful short hair, aside from the still unclear personality, just in terms of appearance, she was perfect!

What's more, this girl, except for her skin being a little pale, the features are almost exactly the same as his fiancee!

Therefore, her identity is very obvious!

For some reason, Ichiyo is a little grateful to the old man, no wonder he is his grandpa, next time when he goes to visit him, he should not bring sweets, but bring a fiancee instead!

The girl blinked her eyes and did not speak, it was very obvious that she just woke up and her brain was still a bit confused.

Ichiyo had a faint smile on his face, "Excuse me, what do you think of long hair?"

"What?"

"I mean, you would look very beautiful with long hair."

Ichiyo tried to take the girl's arm and, seeing that she did not refuse, led her into the pastry shop and arranged a dining seat by the window for her, putting down the snake soup.

The girl gracefully and tentatively took small bites of the snake soup, exuding a confused cuteness. Ichiyo sat across from her and said, "Well, let me introduce myself, my name is Sakuraba Ichiyo."

In addition to his curiosity about her family, he was also intrigued by the opportunity to observe his fiancee.

"My name is Nakiri Alice."

Ichiyo's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he asked, "You're also called Nakiri Alice?

Nakiri Alice: "????"