I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

When Shirou returned to the hillside church, it was already past dinner time.

As he had predicted, Berserker made a lot of noise while running towards Tulifas. That simple-minded guy had no idea what route selection was and simply moved in a straight line in the direction directed by Shakespeare. When encountering mountains and crossing mountains, encountering rivers and crossing rivers, there is a road to walk on, but there is no road to step on, causing a lot of trouble and no peace.

Fortunately, there are no villages or towns between the two points of Sighisoara and Tulifas. All traces on the outskirts of Sighisoara are needed to avoid arousing suspicion. Even so, it took Shirou a full six hours to complete the work.

"Alas, my current strength is still a bit weak. If—forget it, it's not the best time."

While complaining casually and rubbing his sore shoulders, Shirou walked around the nave of the church and came to the living area in the backyard.

Compared with the solemn nave, the layout of the backyard is obviously much simpler. It can be seen that the original intention of building the hillside church was to serve God wholeheartedly and not pay attention to personal enjoyment.

Unfortunately, at this moment, the simple backyard exudes an atmosphere that is incompatible with Qingxiu.

Strong, mellow, with a fiery aroma - this is the taste of wine, and it is a unique wine aroma only found in high-quality liquor.

Without looking at it, Shirou knew that this was the work of Semiramis. From head to toe, from her dress to her temperament, this woman had nothing to do with the church. It was not surprising that drinking in the church happened to her. .

Sure enough, before taking a few steps, I heard that familiar voice with a hint of laziness and decadence:

"Oh~ you're back, Master. I just discovered a good thing, do you want to taste it together?"

"Let me tell you, that seems to be my treasure." Shirou looked at Semiramis sitting in the yard, then looked at the pottery container in her hand, and the corner of her mouth twitched, "Where did you dig it out from? .”

"Who knows." Semiramis's cheeks turned red. She didn't know whether she was drunk or a little embarrassed. "I just searched and found it. This wine called Wuliangye is really good, but it makes my throat uncomfortable. I have never drunk anything like this in my life.”

"Of course you have never drunk such wine. Distillation technology was not invented when you were alive."

Shirou said angrily. He finally got this wine from China. It was said to be a hundred years old. He planned to use it to entertain an old friend, but Semiramis unexpectedly dug it out.

Forget it, since the wine has been opened, there is no need to think so much. Isn't there such a saying? If you have wine today, you will be drunk today. If you have something to do tomorrow, take care of your mother (-_-!).

With this thought, Shirou put his worries behind him and walked into the kitchen.

"Master? Won't you share it with me?"

"Wait for me for a while. It's boring to just drink wine without appetizers."

When Shirou walked out of the room again, he had a plate of peanuts, a plate of preserved eggs, and two blue and white porcelain wine glasses - Semiramis was actually drinking white wine from a goblet. What do you think? awkward.

"Here you go, a classic snack from the greatest culinary civilization in the world."

"That's it? How dare you call it the greatest food civilization in the world? Compared with my palace dinner, it's not on the same level at all."

Looking at Semiramis, who was still showing disdain even though she was hazy, Shirou sighed: "Ignorance is terrible."

"What's the meaning?"

"Among the major civilizations in this world, the flower growers are not the earliest in terms of origin, and they are not necessarily the strongest in the world compared to others. But there is one thing that all the civilizations in the world combined cannot compare to my flower growers, and that is eating. No. I look down on your Assyrian empire. Your empire continues to this day. I can defeat any of the eight major cuisines of my flower garden. Do you believe it?"

"It's hard for me to believe that there are only these two dishes to go with the wine."

"That's because you don't understand."

Shirou took the wine jar from Semiramis' hand, filled the blue and white porcelain wine glass and handed it over.

"Classics are not just about elegant things, especially when it comes to eating. Palace-level delicacies are certainly classics, but aren't they things that everyone in civilian homes can make? Take milk bread, the most common breakfast item, as an example. Do you dare Say it’s not classic?”

"Okay, I admit this is a classic, but -"

"You think this fine wine is not worthy of you and makes you unworthy of elegance?"

Seeing Semiramis's acquiescence, Shirou continued: "You don't understand. Among flower growers, whether it is good wine or bad wine, whether they are the upper class or the bottom of society, they all like to use these to accompany wine. The difference is nothing more. It depends on the occasion to arrange the plate to make it more beautiful. Think about it, instead of this white porcelain plate, replace it with this blue and white porcelain plate, use red and white radish to carve a flower, and then garnish with some shredded celery, will you be able to enjoy it immediately? Just go up? However, the essence has not changed. Peanuts are still peanuts, and preserved eggs are still preserved eggs. I do not deny that visual effects are important, but in food culture, deliciousness is the last word - come on, eat a few peanuts. , take another sip of wine, if you feel bad, come to me!"

Semiramis doubtfully picked up a peanut, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. After a while, he picked up another peanut, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Shirou smiled and asked: "How do you feel?"

Semiramis nodded slightly: "It is indeed much better to just drink."

"That's right. The reputation of 1.2 billion people guarantees that it can't be wrong. Try preserved eggs again. This is a craft that only flower growers can enjoy."

With the pearls of peanuts in front of her, Semiramis's attitude towards preserved eggs was much better. After a glass of wine, the Assyrian empress finally became interested in what Shirou said was the world's best food civilization: "I'm very curious, are you?" What is the highest level of banquet in the greatest food civilization?"

"The highest level is the state banquet, and the most famous is the Manchu-Han Banquet - a total of 108 dishes, which is considered the treasure and the highest state of Chinese cuisine culture. The color, fragrance, plate presentation, and even dining etiquette are all very particular. With that Compared to that, the so-called palace banquets in other countries are not worth mentioning at all."

Shirou's leisurely and fascinated look and the name "Man-Han Banquet" were imprinted in Semiramis's heart.

"I really want to see it if I have the chance."

"Compared with home-cooked dishes, do you prefer this high-end banquet?"

"Yes, what I pursue is the taste of wealth."

"I see." Shirou said thoughtfully.

"What 'so'?"

"It's nothing. Among the Servants, there seem to be some who hate spiritual transformation, but are very positive about eating and sleeping. Most of these people are from the royal family."

"This is not surprising. Most of the so-called kings are better than anyone else, and they pursue many different things. That is the fate of being a king."

"It seems that there is also a king whose purpose is simplicity?"

"That's because they already have 'power' in their hands, something that is more necessary than anything else, so they resort to such methods. Those who are kings are basically tyrannical. It's impossible not to be tyrannical."

After saying so much, Semiramis suddenly closed his mouth.

"Ah, I'm sorry for telling you so many useless things."

"No, no, it's also a pleasure to listen to the Assyrian Queen talk about the king's ways."

Shirou laughed inexplicably.

"What's wrong?"

"Ah, this situation becomes more and more pleasant the more I think about it. If the position was reversed, it would be easier to say. If I were a Servant and you were the Master, this is natural. However, the reality is reversed. In the Holy Grail War, the Master and the Servant The system can sometimes create such strange situations."

"Humph, it is true. Although I am used to being served by others, I am not used to serving others. It's not too late, let's exchange, shall we?"

Shirou shook his head back and forth and replied: "Forgive me for refusing, you are not the kind of monarch who is easy to serve."

Hearing this, Semiramis's light eyes flashed with mischief, and she murmured:

"The title of the world's oldest poisoner is not just for show, isn't it? How can I, Semiramis, be summoned by you?"

I chatted with my friends in the afternoon and found that there was something wrong with my mentality. I was a little too worried about gains and losses. Since this is a plot of your own design, if you think you can write it well, then continue writing. There are people who like and dislike writing books. Just write what you think is good.

After thinking about it, this is indeed the truth. I think what I wrote is pretty good, and some readers think it is good. So be it, if you want to believe in the conception and writing style of the traitor, then continue to follow it. If you think it is poisonous and unacceptable, the traitor has nothing to do. You can't overturn the whole volume and start over. All I can say is that everyone does what they want, skip it or abandon the book, but you can’t force it.

Finally, I would like to say that Jiao Shaohui will work hard and have the confidence to present a wonderful story. I hope everyone will support it. The above.