The second dimension life starting from Fuyuki City

This is an important moment to redefine the right to sit with others!

Sakura looked at Mo Yi with her usual smile, and took the initiative to move a seat away from her sister Toosaka Rin.

"Humph--"

The clever Toosaka Rin naturally understood what her sister meant, so she turned away with disdain, pretending to be clueless. However, her slightly red ears betrayed her mood.

This is not the most fatal part. For a small matter like this, Grandpa Mo Yi can successfully overcome the calamity by just using his daily "not noticing" magic skill.

What made Grandpa Mo Yi most difficult was that his mother-in-law, Alice Phil, looked at Mo Yi with a kind smile, and then looked at the space between him and Illya.

The same was true for my sister who was playing away. She looked at Mo Yi with a tenderness that was rarely seen on Grandpa Mo Yi. It was different from what ordinary people saw. Mo Yi could see black energy emanating from the other party's body. It seemed that my sister had recently learned a thing or two about the power of the Dark Priest.

Of course, what my sister meant was very simple: come over here quickly and sit next to me.

Grandpa Mo Yi, who easily took in all the changes on the field, was also rarely confused. After thinking for just a minute, Grandpa Mo Yi finally thought of the only way to break the deadlock.

So, he casually walked over to Emiya-sama and Chishira and sat down.

Hum hum——

If everyone wants it and you can't satisfy everyone, the best way is to be impartial.

Favoritism is a typical way to death. From the ways of ancient emperors to modern corporate management systems, the most fundamental thing is - balance.

As the saying goes, everything can be balanced. Balance may not be the best way to deal with things and people, but it is the most suitable way in most cases.

Favoritism is the beginning of conflict.

God's preference for people is reflected in their birth parents, at the starting line, and of course, when drawing cards while playing FGO. There are always people who ask, who is this little loli with yellow hair? Actually, what I want is Siegfried.

Some people also put a month's change into Abigail's card pool, and finally came to the conclusion that there are no five-star monsters in this crappy game!

As the saying goes, those who are favored are always unscrupulous, and the more this happens, the more jealous and hateful chains will appear, and eventually it may happen that some people who suspect that there are no five-star cards in the game at all will hold an art knife and complain about why they can't draw Siegfried's European Royal, and then give the other party a salty fish stab.

The chain of hatred brought about by jealousy becomes tighter and tighter, until the final outcome can only be that Eagle Sauce, Rabbit, Polar Bear and others plant mushrooms on each other until the others fall and they are left alone.

It all started because of favoritism.

This proves that balance is the greatest way in the world, and if there is no balance in the world, it will be destroyed by nuclear weapons.

Grandpa Mo Yi's choice to sit in front of Lord Emiya and Chishiro was a manifestation of the principle of balance. As he sat down, there was a brief silence at the scene.

"I'm gonna start now."

In the end, it was Illya who broke the silence. She picked up the chopsticks and made the same gesture as the people in District 11 before eating. Then she picked up a dumpling, took a bite, and showed a happy expression.

"I'm not welcome."

With Illya's action, everyone got out of the strange atmosphere and began to enjoy the Emiya family's meal.

"It's very yummy."

Even though she had eaten there many times, every time Artoria ate at the Emiya family's house, her face would change from an extremely serious knight to a cute look with her mouth bulging with food, and she would definitely express her gratitude when she couldn't recognize them.

It’s so delicious; why is it so delicious; it’s so delicious, what should I do in the future; if I can never eat such delicious food again, what’s the meaning of my life; the people of Great Britain are indeed still living in dire straits; only delicious food can save Great Britain.

"Father, could you please be more reserved?"

This time, even Mo Zi couldn't bear it anymore. He pressed his forehead with his hand, trying not to look at his shameful father. As the king of a country, what else had he not eaten?

Do you have to be so exaggerated? If you continue like this, where will we, Great Britain, be?

Great Britain is a food empire with a long history. Just by gazing up at the stars, it has become famous all over the world!

These are just some strange and exotic dishes I have never seen before. Let me, the rebellious knight Modred, judge them.

Mordred, feeling defiant, took a dumpling into his mouth and bit down hard. Then, a burst of warm, rich, and fragrant meat juices burst from the narrow space within. In a split second, the rich aroma of the meat filling spread throughout his mouth, blending with the elasticity of the dumpling wrapper. A rich, layered, and endlessly cyclical explosion of delicious food, recurring and evolving in his mouth.

Then, Mordred froze, his eyes filled with disbelief, and finally he couldn't help but growl:

"It's so fragrant!"

Mo Zai swallowed the dumplings reluctantly, but accidentally saw Dai Mao Wang who ate dumplings one by one. He suddenly realized that he couldn't eat like this!

If I don't eat quickly, all I will be able to eat tonight is this bowl of dumplings. The rest will definitely be eaten by my father and the other two saints whose appetites are as good as my father's.

So, Mo Zai also started the one-punch mode, eating the dumpling monster one by one, with an expression of happiness on his face. He looked like he couldn't stop doing it.

The atmosphere at the scene also became lively with the performance of Dai Mao Wang and Mo Zai.

At this time, Mo Yi also looked at Illya quietly. Illya seemed to have predicted the future and also quietly showed a lovely smile to Grandpa Mo Yi o(*￣︶￣*)o.

——————The dividing line of true fragrance——————

As time went on, the atmosphere in Emiya's house became more and more heated.

Especially those who have never eaten the Emiya family's food, when they eat it for the first time, they often look incredulous and then start to eat it voraciously.

"Tsk~~"

Wang Jiang is very disdainful of other people's facial expressions. It's just a meal, why is it so exaggerated? After all, you are heroes who have made countless achievements, why is it so embarrassing!

Tell me quickly, how much did the Emiya family pay you to perform?

Wang Jiang is Wang Jiang. First, I was captured, and now you want me to cooperate with you and eat these charity meals?

Even if I, Cu Chulainn, starve to death and jump off from here, I will never eat a single bite of these things!

He really wanted to say something, but was glared at by Scathach beside him. Wang Jiang remembered that his cheek was swollen from being hit by Scathach and it had not healed yet. Finally, he persuaded himself that I, Cu Chulainn, would only take a bite, and this was all for the sake of my teacher, not because I was afraid of being beaten by the other party.

So, the chopsticks in Wang Jiang's hand turned into a gun, skewered a dumpling, then put it in his mouth and bit it with disdain.

Then there's——

"It smells so good——"

Wang Jiang's eyes widened as he stared at the dumplings floating in the bowl in disbelief. He took another dumpling and bit into it, sighing:

"I've never tasted anything so delicious, red stuff, what is it called?"

Subconsciously, when Wang Jiang chose to ask someone, he still asked Red A, who had loved and hated him countless times in countless parallel worlds.

"What's the noise about?"

Scathach looked sternly at Cuchulainn and said:

"You're making such a fuss while eating! I don't remember ever teaching you such table manners, my disciple!"

Wang Jiang: “…”

Wang Jiang felt very aggrieved. "Master, you have never taught me the so-called table manners. As soldiers, when we ate in the past, didn't we all sit together, eat meat and drink wine, talk freely, and laugh whenever we wanted?

Where am I doing wrong?

If I could defeat you right now, I would definitely send you back to the Kingdom of Shadows to eat dirt.

"Humph--"

Sister Jiang ate a dumpling, chewed it with her eyes closed, opened her eyes, and commented in a convincing tone:

"The dumpling wrapper, the meat filling, and the cooking time are all mediocre. Probably the average of the Ten Elites in Totsuki Academy."

“The only thing worth praising is the emotions of the cook condensed into the dumplings.”

To praise something first, then to criticize it, this is very Erina.

Mother C definitely couldn't stand hearing someone comment on her husband's cooking in such a condescending tone.

However, before she could explode, Emiya-sama grabbed her hand and stopped her with a satisfied smile on his face. This was the first time he received positive feedback from Erina.

He was once dominated by Erina, and every time she would easily point out a lot of his shortcomings, which made Emiya wonder if he had no talent to be a chef.

However, his obsession with his ideals and his desire to become the world's most righteous chef made him persevere. Every time the other party pointed out a shortcoming, he would train silently in his free time to correct it.

Unconsciously, several years passed, and his efforts were finally recognized.

Doesn't being ordinary mean being flawless? Is it relatively perfect?

The word "ordinary" is originally a positive word to a large extent.

Coupled with the other party's final affirmation of his feelings, Master Emiya felt that this was the happiest night he had had in the past few years.

His happiness was no less than the joy he felt that night when he had to replenish Medea's magic.

At this moment, Lord Emiya, who had never known what tears were, suddenly felt the urge to cry.

"Jingle Bell--"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang outside the door.

"It's so late, who's here?"

Irisviel looked at the Shredder beside her in confusion and asked for his opinion.

"Could it be Illya's homeroom teacher, Fujimura Taiga?"

Shredded rake: "···"

Irisviel, how should I respond to what you said? I really don't know how to speak!

The shredder shook his head helplessly and said:

"I don't know about that. I've rarely been at home in these years."

Finally, I could only ask Illya for help and asked:

"Illya, do you know who would come to visit so late?"

Illya also shook her head and said:

"That shouldn't be the case. Sister Dahe wouldn't come so late. She usually comes around dinner time and has never come so late at night."

After hearing Illya's answer, Chess Papa immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Although he could see the admiration in Fujimura Taiga's eyes, he considered himself a sinner and had never had such thoughts in all these years.

Irisviel had just returned, but she was misunderstood by the other party. How could she continue her happy life?

Zhuge Cunfu said it well, before fighting against foreign enemies, we must first stabilize the country. It is better to deal with your wife first, and then look to the future and consider the problem of Fujimura Taiga, who has grown from a lolita to a mature woman.

"I'll go open the door."

Whoever has the lowest status in the family should stand up and open the door.

Lord Emiya stood up consciously and went to open the door.

Ahem, this isn't a question of status in the family. I, Lord Emiya, am just a hardworking person who enjoys doing housework out of interest.

"Hello, this is the Emiya household."

The hero Emiya opened the door and spoke enthusiastically to the outside, but there was no one outside.

At this point, Lord Emiya was confused. Could it be that the Holy Grail War had just ended and a new supernatural film was about to begin?

"Wow--"

"It's the new EMYA—"

Then, Lord Emiya felt his old waist being hugged.

At this time, he looked down and found that he was being hugged tightly by a loli with long silver hair, and he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly.

Of course, just by looking at the other person's long silver hair and cute back, you can tell that the other person must be a very cute loli. This can be guaranteed by the fact that Master Emiya has helped Mo Yi organize manuscripts, mark them, and other work experiences for free over the years.

The painters of this book are all experts in human aesthetics, medicine, and aesthetics. This is no joke!

As the guest assistant of the world's number one manga artist, Emiya-sama's aesthetic ability is naturally not inferior to that of manga artists like Eriri.

"Little girl, who are you looking for?"

Lord Emiya was helpless and didn't know how to push the silver-haired girl away. If he took action, Medea was watching not far away, and if he was not careful, it might lead to a disaster.

"I'm not the EMYIA you're talking about."

However, the silver-haired girl didn't care what the hero Emiya said. She just hugged him quietly and muttered:

"It's mine, it's all mine, EMYIA is all mine—"

"New species of wild EMYIA, you are mine, hehehe——"

Chapter 348: Fish, a big fish, tiger shark

"MMYIA?"

Everyone sitting at the Emiya family dinner table at this moment was no ordinary person. Even if the Emiya family's floor space was large, or the distance between the door and the living room was far, as long as one listened carefully, one could hear a cute girl outside the door shouting these strange words -

"EMYIA, everything, it's all hers."