Chapter: The cooking style makes everyone wet
*Tssss* *Whoooshhh*
The kitchen buzzed with activity as Asahi, perched on a stool, carefully separated eggs. His hands moved with precise, almost supernatural dexterity..
"Hehehe~ Behold! The Whisk of the Tet"
On one side, Tet on her chibi form, was spinning a whisk at ridiculous speeds, her tiny hands moving like a blur.
"You're going to turn it into foam if you keep that up," Asahi said, cracking another egg.
Beside him, Amaterasu, still in her chibi form wearing so kimono aprin, hovered close, carefully adjusting the fire beneath the pan with a flick of her tiny hand. A soft golden fla danced at her fingertips as she monitored the heat.
"Master, the temperature is stable now," she reported, her small brows furrowing in concentration. "A little more, and it might burn."
Asahi focused on the subtle changes—the delicate shifts in aroma, consistency, and even air pressure. "Got it. Keep it steady for a few more seconds," he instructed, folding the eggs deliberately.
Amaterasu tilted her head, sensing the fla's intensity. "Three... two... now!"
At her precise signal, Asahi poured the soft, golden mixture over the steaming dish below. It settled gently like a silk veil, the entire al taking on an ethereal sheen. The scent deepened, richer now, carrying hints of spice and warmth that seed to wrap around them like a comforting embrace.
Tet whistled, still whisking at an impossible speed. "Man, you two are like a well-oiled machine! Should I start calling you the Gourt Duo?"
Amaterasu huffed, puffing out her tiny chest. "Naturally. Master and I work in perfect harmony."
Asahi smiled, grateful for God's Tongue, which helped compensate for his lack of experience in seasoning. "With teamwork like this, how could we lose?"
A faint shimr surrounded the dish as Amaterasu infused her power, the stove's heat swirling in a golden glow. The al before them almost seed to glow—was it the light reflecting off the surface, or sothing more? The air itself felt charged with energy.
Tet, watching in awe, nudged Amaterasu. "Is it just , or does this feel like it beca more shiny"
Looking at the food he made, Asahi couldn't help too but be in awe of this effect.
The shiny surface shimred faintly, reflecting the warm glow of the fire.
It wasn't just a normal shine from well-cooked eggs—this was sothing else.
'Is this because I used magic while cooking...?' Asahi wondered.
The combination of Amaterasu's precise use of her fire and his God's Tongue instinctively guiding each step seed to have pushed the dis having mystical effect.
Asahi tilted his head, observing the way the light danced across the olet's smooth surface.
After years of having God's tongue, Asahi began to realise that, along with this skill, the sa phenonon that happens in Shokugeki he watches is getting real in the real world, too.
He also felt assured to side effect of this God's tongue was getting removed as he realized that, having his [Status], he could turn on/off his skill, too.
Which is a win-win for him.
anwhile, Princess Alice sat at the table, her posture unusually stiff.
She glanced often at Asahi, who stood on a safety stool, handling the kitchen with skill far beyond his years. The aroma wafting through the air caused her stomach to grumble softly.
"I find it difficult to believe that soone your age... cooks like this," she murmured, her gaze flickering between him and the divine beings assisting him.
"mhmm..."A soft yawn broke the mont.
Turning, Asahi saw Lucretia approaching, dressed in a plain nightgown, her hair slightly disheveled.
"Good morning, Asahi. What's for breakfast? It slls delicious," she asked, stifling a yawn.
"Good morning, Lucretia-nee. You can wait at the table—it'll be ready soon," Tet replied with a bright smile and took out a teapot and cup to give so coffee to the table.
"Thank you, Tet..." Lucretia dozing off, nodded and took her seat, watching him work.
Then, her gaze flickering at Alice's surprise reaction, she said, "Princess Alice? What a surprise. You're early for our appointnt eting. What brings you here?"
Alice offered a polite nod. "Good morning to you as well, Madam. I found myself... compelled to stay."
Lucretia's brow lifted slightly as she looked between Alice and Asahi, but she said nothing, choosing instead to watch Asahi work.
While they were waiting, Princess Alice, seated across from her, imdiately found her gaze drawn to the unexpected sight before her.
The relaxed, informal Lucretia starkly contrasted the poised and enigmatic Witch of Sardinia she had known.
Her erald eyes widened slightly as her gaze darted to the hint of exposed skin, the loose neckline teasing at more than it revealed.
Alice's cheeks flushed faintly, and she quickly averted her gaze, clearing her throat delicately. "*Cough*Miss Lucretia, I... wasn't expecting to see you in such attire.
Lucretia blinked, her purple eyes focusing on Alice for the first ti that morning.
A slow smirk spread across her lips as she straightened slightly, her posture becoming more deliberately relaxed. "Oh? Were you expecting sothing else, Princess? Perhaps robes at the breakfast table?"
Alice fumbled for a mont, her regal composure slipping. "N-No, I simply ant..." Her voice trailed off as her blush deepened, and she glanced aside, trying to focus on anything but the alluring sight before her..
Lucretia leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, the movent causing her neckline to dip slightly more. "You can relax, Princess. This is my ho. I'm allowed to dress comfortably, aren't I?" Her tone was teasing, her smile playful. "Though I must say, you look a little... flustered."
Alice's blush redder as she stiffened in her chair. "I-I assure you, I am perfectly composed," she replied, though her tone betrayed her embarrassnt.
"Is that so?" Lucretia's grin widened. "Because you've been staring at my chest ever since I walked in."
Alice's eyes widened, and she quickly looked away, her face turning a brilliant shade of pink. "I-I wasn't staring!"
Lucretia chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's alright, Princess. I suppose it's a bit unfair, isn't it? You didn't give any warning coming here."
Asahi, sensing the growing tension, glanced over from the kitchen. "Lucretia-nee, stop teasing her. You're going to give her a heart attack before breakfast."
Lucretia shot him an amused look. "Oh, co on, Asahi. It's not every day we see Princess Alice looking so adorably flustered."
Since his arrival, Asahi had taken it upon himself to cook as a gesture of gratitude for her hospitality.
Much to her surprise, he was an excellent cook, and the aroma of his food only confird that fact.
Lucretia glanced at him as she sipped the caffè latte he'd prepared for her. Sothing was endearing about how he looked in his apron; his focused expression made him seem serious and adorable.
'He's so cute in that apron', she mused and was never surprised by what he was doing in the kitchen.
{A/n: I didnt an to be her Shota type.}
Imagining that this boy—who seed so sweet and cunningly—possessed abilities on par with a God-Slayer made her wonder how much more powerful he might beco.
He was like performing a magic show in the kitchen, holding a pan and throwing the food in the air.
The pan humd with energy, the olet slowly inflating like a heavenly cloud. The kitchen's aroma was beyond description—light, buttery, and almost divine warmth wrapped around the senses like a comforting embrace.
Then, Asahi perford the final touch—a single, elegant flip.
The olet rose into the air, golden light swirling around it as if the heavens acknowledged his dish. With a soft whoosh, it landed perfectly onto a plate.
Asahi took a deep breath and put so sprinkle of herbs and Parsan in the top as a finale.
He stepped back, wiped his forehead, and let out a relieved sigh. "Done."
Amaterasu flicked her fingers, wasting no ti. Instantly, a table setting materialized—plates, utensils, and cups arranged with elegant precision. A faint golden glow lingered around them before fading away.
With great care, Asahi placed the dish on each table.
it's golden olet draped over fragrant, spice-infused risotto. As he sliced the top, it unfolded like silk, blending seamlessly with the rich, aromatic curry sauce. A sprinkle of herbs and Parsan completed the masterpiece, the air thick with its intoxicating aroma.
"What is this..."
Alice blinked, stunned at the food. This was her first ti seeing such a dish, and she couldn't ignore how it shimred under the light.
Asahi replied with a chuckle, "This is Curry Risotto Omurice."
"Hoh, this is first ti hearing that kinda of food."
Lucretia was fascinated at the food in front of her.
Asahi chuckled. "You can look forward to it."
Then he clapped his hands together. "Alright, everyone. Itadakimasu!"
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The mont they all took their first bite, an overwhelming sensation washed over them.
Alice gasped as a rush of warmth spread through her body, her breath hitching as the flavors exploded on her tongue
Lucretia's eyes widened in shock, a deep moan escaping her lips before she quickly covered her mouth, cheeks flushed. Even Tet, who usually joked through als, shuddered, his tiny hands trembling as he clutched his fork.
The richness of the curry, the creamy risotto, and the velvety olet lded into a taste so divine it felt almost otherworldly.
Each of them felt their senses getting away from reality—Alice found herself standing in an endless golden field, the sky swirling with aromatic spices and rivers of curry flowing like liquid gold.
Lucretia, on the other hand, felt as though she had been wrapped in a silk cocoon of warmth, her entire body lting into euphoric bliss.
A chorus of gasps and moans filled the air, each person succumbing to the sheer ecstasy of the dish.
Princess Alice gripped the edge of the table, her face red as she whispered, "What..is that..."
A rush of warmth spread through her body, her breath hitching as the flavors exploded on her tongue. The richness of the curry, the creamy risotto, and the velvety olet lded into a taste so divine it felt almost otherworldly.
A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop herself, her body shivering slightly as if touched by magic.
If the previous dish had been divine, this was transcendent. The flavors unfolded in waves, deep and rich, yet simultaneously delicate and comforting. Every ingredient had been perfectly balanced, each bite lting in her mouth like silk.
Her vision blurred, and suddenly, she found herself standing in an illusion—an endless golden field where the very air shimred with warmth.
The sky above was a canvas of swirling spices, and rivers of rich curry flowed through the landscape. She gasped, reaching out, only to feel the comforting heat of the dish pulling her back. "Is this...illusion?" she whispered in awe.
What kind magic is this?!
This is her first ti in these situation especially in eating.
Lucretia humd in approval, savoring her own bite. "Mmm~ Asahi, you're going to make it very hard for to eat anything else after this."
Tet sighed dramatically. "And just like that, Asahi ruins normal food for everyone."
Amaterasu smiled proudly. "Of course, Master's cooking is divine."
Alice, still catching her breath, placed her fork down with a trembling hand. She turned to Asahi, her erald eyes filled with bewildernt. "What... what kind of food is this?"
Asahi leaned back slightly, a mysterious glint in his eyes.
"This is Curry Risotto Omurice. A fusion of rich Japanese curry, slow-cooked risotto, and a delicately folded olet. Each ingredient is chosen to balance texture and depth—flavor that lingers, like a lody in harmony." He smirked slightly. "But as for the... other effects, well, that's sothing even I didn't expect."
Princess Alice studied him for a mont before lowering her gaze to her plate. "I can feel it. Every bite... its making crave more and making full inside.. "
....
Everyone went silent as they heard at Princess Alice replied.
Lucretia chuckled as she heard her misunderstanding said. "Well, well. Looks like you've truly enchanted the Princess, Asahi."
Asahi sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Can we just eat normally? Please?"
The playful banter continued, but one thing was clear—as the al progressed, so did the deepening connections between them.
The warmth in the room wasn't just from the magic—it was from the bonds being forged, one bite at a ti.
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