Shirou's clones number 30 million

"Oh...? You're going to let her go out to sea alone?"

"...No, it was just a casual remark. Going out to sea alone is too dangerous. Someone as careless as her probably wouldn't last a day."

After joking around for a while, Tianlong Renlang turned to look at the others.

"By the way, where's the investigator from the ghoul world? Why didn't he come today?"

“He’s probably researching quinque manufacturing technology,” Shirou Sakurai said casually. “In his memory, there have been times like this before, where he was so engrossed in manufacturing quinques that he forgot to eat and sleep.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the Celestial Dragon was looking at him with a strange expression, and asked in surprise:

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"

"You reacted so quickly! I never expected this. We're both Shirou, why are you so smart?"

"You're just not using your brain. You could figure this out with a little thought, right?"

Even so, you're still so smart!

"Is that all you wanted to say?"

……

Food Wars World, Sakurai's Living Room.

"I can't stand it, are they all idiots?"

Shirou Sakurai put his hand to his forehead and sighed, somewhat speechless.

"here we go again."

Erina Nakiri, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, also sighed, unconsciously thinking to herself:

This person has a really bad personality; they always call others stupid.

"Erina!"

"What do you want?"

"Prepare a midnight snack."

"Oh... what would you like to eat?"

"Barbecued meat."

"Now? It's already past nine o'clock. Eating barbecue this late, are you reminiscing about your past figure?"

Thinking of the photo album she had stumbled upon, Erina Nakiri couldn't help but smile.

The chubby guy with the sinister expression in the photo is completely different from who he is now.

Although he is still insidious now, he is not as repulsive as he appears in the photos.

"Go and prepare, that's your job. As for managing my health, that's my personal matter."

"Even if you say that, grilling meat takes a lot of time and is not suitable as a late-night snack at all."

"I've already said this is my problem, it has nothing to do with you. As a chef, all you have to do is do your job. Or are you trying to go from being a private chef to becoming the boss's wife?"

This guy!

What's wrong with being a chef? Can't a chef meddle in other people's business?

Erina Nakiri glared at him resentfully, snorted, and got up to walk towards the kitchen.

……

The next day, inside a high-end restaurant.

"It is truly an honor for our humble shop to have Mr. Sakurai as our tasting guest."

"Oh... I've been doing tasting work for so many years, and although your store is a bit small, the decor is very unique and gives people a refreshing feeling..."

Today, Shiro Sakurai was invited to the restaurant to do tasting work.

Because it was the weekend, Erina Nakiri also came along.

She had actually done similar work many times before, so she was quite familiar with it.

Following behind, watching Sakurai Shirou's relaxed and cheerful demeanor, Nakiri Erina was somewhat curious; she had no idea this guy could be so serious.

Soon, under the watchful eyes of numerous cameras, Shiro Sakurai began to critique the dishes.

In his words, each dish has a unique flavor that leaves a lasting impression.

When he cooks for me, he just says "okay" in a nonchalant way.

Out of curiosity, Erina Nakiri picked up her chopsticks and took a bite as well.

The next moment, her expression changed slightly. She forced herself to swallow and stared intently at Sakurai Shirou with an unfriendly look.

'This guy! Did he take money from the other party? This kind of cooking deserves all that praise?'

At that moment, a reporter moved their camera over and pointed it at Erina Nakiri.

"I wonder what you think of the food at this restaurant, Miss Nakiri? As the renowned God Tongue, you must have your own understanding of it, right?"

Noticing everyone was looking at her, Erina Nakiri paused for a few seconds, then whispered:

"It's a dish that goes very well with this restaurant."

"What does this mean? Could you please explain it more clearly, Miss Nakiri?"

"I've made myself clear enough!"

Noticing that Erina Nakiri's face didn't look good, Shirou shifted his gaze to a man in a black suit in the distance and nodded slightly to him.

The next moment, the reporter's cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

"Ah...! I'm so sorry, I'll have to go for a moment."

He walked to the corner, listened to a few words on the phone, and his expression changed slightly. With a dark look on his face, he quickly left the restaurant.

Realizing the situation was not right, the remaining reporters became much more restrained during their interviews.

About an hour later, in the same restaurant, the reporters and staff had all left, leaving only Shiro Sakurai and Erina Nakiri.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Sakurai, for your tasting! Lunch is ready, please do come and join us..."

"No need." Shirou refused without hesitation, then added after a moment's thought, "Before you treat me to dinner, you'd better change your chef. All the dishes today have a very serious flaw."

"Please...please advise me."

"In terms of seasoning, it's too bland, but before that, there's a fundamental problem. These dishes don't feel like handmade products; they're practically machine-made, all the same and lacking any distinctive features. They're not bad, but they're not suitable for your restaurant."

"Oh...I see, I understand now. Thank you for your guidance!"

Leaving the restaurant and sitting in the back seat of the car, Erina Nakiri couldn't help but say:

"So you actually have a normal job. I thought you were just taking money and saying nice things."

“That’s exactly what I did.” Shirou paused, then continued, “The last sentence was just a friendly reminder. Even if I hadn’t said anything, he would have noticed the problem quickly. By the way, I didn’t take any money; it was just some cooperation with him regarding ingredients.”

"By the way, you didn't need to come all this way, did you? As a student of Totsuki Academy, you must have a lot of things to do yourself, right?"

Erina Nakiri paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"This is what I want to do most right now. I want to find out your favorite food up close, and then win back your freedom through a food war."

"Oh...? I'm looking forward to it, but do you have the corresponding chips?"

"Hmm...that is a problem."

Chapter 139 This guy is so smart

Chapter 139, Section 140: This guy is so smart

After lunch, Shirou went to a large, independently funded research institute.

This area is divided into twelve zones, each with a different research focus. It covers a vast area and can almost be called a small city, making it a city within a city in Tokyo.

Shirou is in the Ninth District today mainly to study various living facilities to facilitate daily life.

As they walked along, listening to Dr. Hayano's explanations, Erina Nakiri's face was full of curiosity, and she couldn't help but think:

That sounds amazing! I never knew there was a place like that in Tokyo.

Soon, the two followed Dr. Hayano to a room where mechanical equipment was being adjusted.

"Boss! Look, this is our latest food-making machine."

"Oh...? Tell me about it, and see if it's the same as what I'm thinking."

"This machine was created after many experiments. It is equipped with an intelligent system... We uploaded two thousand recipes into it. After putting in the ingredients, you can select your favorite recipe, press the button, and the complete dish can be made automatically very quickly."

Shirou was speechless; local technology had developed to this extent without anyone noticing.

"Can I try it?"

"Please. Here are some ingredients for the experiment. They're not very fresh, but they're still usable."

Shirou looked the food-making machine over and over again, then turned and asked:

"How do I use it? After turning on the power, do I put the ingredients in one by one?"

“No, put them all in together.” Dr. Hayano paused, then added with a smile, “In the very first version, you did need to put in each ingredient and seasoning one by one, but that was just too time-consuming. Later, we installed a lot of sensors inside, and thankfully…”

That sounds interesting.

Following his instructions, Shirou turned on the power, stuffed in all the ingredients handed to him by the research institute staff, and then carefully selected a recipe.

Then, full of anticipation, I pressed the start button.

The machine started operating automatically the next moment.

About seven or eight minutes later, the light indicating the end came on.

Shirou opened the lid, and a delicious aroma of food immediately wafted out.

"It's actually done!"

Before Shirou could even take out the prepared dish, Erina Nakiri eagerly rushed over.

Then, I couldn't help but ask:

"Has technology reached this level yet? What's the working principle? You just throw in all the ingredients and seasonings, and the food is automatically prepared."