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"Shut up! You are not qualified to call grandpa your father."

Erina looked at him expressionlessly, and immediately laughed:

"Compared to a group of students, you can indeed be called the highest, but what about the faculty members? Mr. Dojima's cooking skills, you can't compare with them, right?"

The anger in Naginie Ji's eyes grew a little bit, and she was even more certain in her heart that she was hugging her thigh, so she didn't take her father seriously.

It's just that this thigh hugs her so well that I really can't do anything to her.

"Erina has really grown into a 'remarkable' person now. This all depends on what my father taught you when you were young. Although you have grown up now, I will always be your father."

"No matter when, don't forget this point. People who forget their roots will not have great prospects."

This guy!

Erina was full of anger, this person really dared to say that he was obviously just a fake, but he pretended to be so similar, and his tone of voice was exactly the same as that of his real father.

However, the sound is different.

Moreover, in front of him, I didn't have the same sense of fear as I did in front of my father.

"Yes, I will never forget my father's kindness to me. In the future... I will definitely find a way to return it to my father."

After Erina gritted her teeth and said this sentence, the anger in her heart also eased a lot.

This is just a fake, why should I be angry with him?

"I am waiting for your repayment for my father."

Nakiri Ji snorted coldly, took a deep breath, and turned to look at Shirou when he calmed down:

"I don't know what kind of lunch Mr. Sakurai wants to have? I need to do some preliminary preparations."

"Your best dish." Shirou paused, and added, "As long as it is your best dish, anything is fine."

"I see, Mr. Sakurai, do you want to observe Yuanyue's current strength?"

Nakiri Ji nodded slightly, and said seriously:

"Indeed, after my lord father retired, many people thought that I was too young and my cooking skills were far inferior to my lord father's."

"However, I haven't wasted these years. Although I can't compare with the current father, if it is my father who is the same age as me, I will definitely not lose."

"For lunch at noon today, I will definitely bring out all my cooking skills. It's just... I woke up this morning and found that I had a cold, and I may have more energy than energy."

At this moment, the expression on Erina's face was completely frozen there.

cold?Could this be the real father?

No!I didn't feel that sense of oppression from him, it's fake, it must be fake.

The so-called cold must be an excuse for his voice to be different from that of his father.

"I'll help you when the time comes. I cooked all of Sakurai's recent lunches. I know his taste very well, so I should be able to help."

If it was the real father, she would have no time to hide, and would never offer to help.

But it's just a fake, the words are all acting.

So, it's just lip service, there's nothing wrong with it.

"Oh...? Erina is willing to do this."

Nakiriji looked at her daughter in amazement. In the past, she saw herself like a mouse seeing a cat. Her daughter, who was afraid of her and obedient to her words, has now turned into this kind of character, growing really fast.

But, yes, they all hugged Sakurai's thigh, so they will definitely not be afraid of themselves anymore.

To judge others by oneself, if I were in her position, I am afraid that I would have floated up long ago.

"Very good, I also want to see Erina's current cooking skills. I don't know how much progress you have made in these years when your father is not around?"

"It will definitely exceed father's expectations!" Erina said without thinking.

"Really? I'm looking forward to it."

With such a confident look, it seems that she has had a good life these years, at least she has reached the number one among her peers.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to talk to yourself like this.

"Then please. I will teach you some new things at that time. For example, the gap between time and experience is not something that can be easily made up."

"Father, do you mean that you are stronger than me because you are older?"

Erina chuckled lightly, and said again:

"Perhaps this is true in other industries, but chef is a very talented profession. My ten years should be worth my father's 20 or even 30 years."

"Heh... still dare to say."

The Nakiri family sneered, their hearts filled with anger and surprise:

As expected of a person who hugged his thigh, now he dares to tease himself.

This disobedient woman!

"At noon, I will let you see the gap between you and being a father."

"Mr. Sakurai, I'll go back and get ready first, see you at noon later."

Chapter 190 Congratulations on your promotion

Chapter 191 Chapter 190 Congratulations on the Promotion

Watching Nakiri Ji leave, Erina suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, looked at Shirou with a stiff expression, and asked cautiously:

"He...should be a fake you asked someone to pretend to be?"

"So you have always regarded him as a fake? No wonder he looked very aggressive just now."

Shirou laughed for a while, and in the panic and confusion on her face, she denied:

"No, he is your father, the real Nakiri thistle."

"This...Your words should just scare me, right?"

"What did I scare you for? If you don't believe me, you can ask him when he comes over for lunch at noon later."

no?It's over!

Nakiri Erina's expression froze, and she was speechless for a long time.

I thought it was a fake, but I didn't expect it to be the real father.

Just now, I treated him with such an attitude!

"How is it? Are you not so scared now?" Shirou asked with a smile.

"Hey...?"

Nakiri Erina was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized:

"Is this what you designed?"

"No, it's just at the right time." Shirou paused and asked again, "Are you still afraid of him?"

"Well......"

The subconscious panic just now had disappeared, and when I asked myself, there was indeed no fear, but a little excitement.

"I'm not so scared anymore, thank you."

"Aren't you going to lay hands on him at noon later? Take this opportunity to get rid of this psychological shadow."

"This... You say it like this, the sense of panic comes up again."

"Then, do you want to give up helping him?"

Nakiri Erina was silent for a few seconds, the fear on her face gradually dissipated, replaced by a very serious expression:

"No, let's do this. My father has brought me too much pressure since I was a child. Since I met him again not long ago, I have nightmares almost every night."

"But calm down and think about it, there is actually nothing to be afraid of."

"Father will neither kill nor set fire, and he has no violent tendencies. He just forbids my interpersonal communication."

"But now that I've grown up, he can't control me anymore."

As she said, when Nakiri Ji came to Sakurai's house again at noon that day, the fear in her heart had completely dissipated.

Treat him with the same attitude as in the morning.

......

That night, in the white mist space.

Entering it, the first thing that catches the eye is a man with a feather fan scarf and a scholar's hat, who is dressed similarly to Zhuge Kongming in many literary works.

"Is there a newcomer? What's your name? Zhuge Wolong? It doesn't look like it." Sakurai Shiro rested his chin on his hand and looked him back and forth in surprise.

"It's me, it's me!" The person dressed as Kong Ming said repeatedly.

"It doesn't look like a newcomer, COS?"

"No, I got a sudden promotion today, and it became like this after that."

After shaking hands, the memory became common, and Sakurai Shiro nodded slightly if he realized something:

"It turned out to be Red A, this is really...I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen!"

The shared memories, in addition to the memory of Red A running around to save the world these days, there is also a very distant and very vague memory.

In that memory, he was not Emiya Shirou, but Nero's most important counselor and husband.

When I went out to fight with the army, I felt that a strategist should dress like this, and gradually got used to it.

When this story spread to modern times, people gradually regarded him as Prime Minister Zhuge in Roman times.

Thus, his own name and image became like this.

And in many movies and TV shows, almost all of them are dressed like this.

"Empty Heroic Spirit?"

"That's right." Red A lightly shook the feather fan, "I am now Shiro Emiya, the heroic spirit in the sky, because I am no longer the agent of suppression, so I don't need to kill endlessly like before."

"Congratulations on your...promotion."

Sakurai Shiro wanted to say relief, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that it was not very good to say so, so he changed it to promotion.

"Thank you, but if possible, I don't really want to be promoted. It would be nice to be an agent." Hong A sighed.

"Are you crazy?"

"Well...Compared to the boring life of the heroic spirit, I still prefer the agent."

"Endless killing? Didn't you say you were already tired?"

"It's good to rest for a few days when you're tired. Suddenly losing this job, I always feel very uncomfortable."

After being promoted today, Red A felt pretty good at first.

But after sitting in the Hall of Valor for a while, I suddenly realized a problem. What is the difference between this kind of life and "vacation" in the white mist space?

Sakurai Shiro frowned slightly, stared at Red A for a while, and suddenly asked:

"who are you?"

"Isn't this question already known?"

"No, I mean, who are you now...? You were originally Shirou Emiya, the future version, but now you have the memory of the Roman era?"

"So that's what I was talking about." Red A came to his senses instantly, pondered for a few seconds, and said seriously, "I'm still me, the future Emiya Shirou, just with more long-term memories."

At this time, a hand suddenly greeted behind him, followed by an exclamation:

"So it's you! I thought it was a newcomer. By the way, do you really want to save the world that much?"

Red A looked back at Asami Shirou, smiled and said:

"After all, I am a partner of justice."

Although he said that he didn't like the contemporary walker and didn't want to continue the endless killing, but he really resigned, and it became unacceptable.

"The Hall of Valor is just a cage. Sitting in it, you can't do anything except reminisce about the past, play chess, and drink tea."

"In the past, I was very envious of those heroic spirits who had nothing to do, unlike me, as an agent, who needed to run around."