Crossover Anime: This is an izakaya, but you're treating it like a brothel.

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Does the system really want him to open an izakaya in this world?

Aoba saw the long-lost system panel before his eyes.

【Cooking 1v5: Master Chef】

Huh~

That's typical of the system.

Just simple.

Master chef.

According to his memory, this is the chef level from the anime "Cooking Master Boy".

His culinary skills can be said to be flawless in some aspects.

In particular, Aoba is skilled in the three cuisines of Sichuan, Cantonese, and Shandong.

Each dish is made to shine.

Other techniques, such as making pastries and desserts.

He also reached the pinnacle of being a first-class chef.

Culinary skills are simply the art of cooking.

Erina's extraordinary sense of taste brings him more of a psychological shock through flavor.

"I see.."

Aoba sighed softly.

The biggest benefit of the 1v5 improvement in cooking skills was that it showed him the potential for further advancement in his culinary abilities.

Expanding one's horizons is not just about improving skills.

“…Brother,” Mine said, holding the cake, “it’s delicious…”

"As long as it tastes good, that's fine. Maybe we can open a shop in the future and eat here every day."

Aoba gently patted the girl's head, smiled sincerely, and then looked out the dim window, sighing sadly.

"I wonder how the izakaya is doing... I want to go back and check it out."

He really is better suited to be a chef.

Esdeath's world has many ingredients that I've never seen before.

But it's still a bit too cruel.

I just hope that I can upgrade my Gluttony skill to 1v5 as soon as possible.

"Boss, someone downstairs is looking for you!"

Suddenly, Qingyi's shout came from the doorway.

Someone is there.

Aoba and Mine pushed open the door and went out.

Then they saw Qingyi blocking a plump woman.

But her small frame was no match for an adult, and she was pushed to the ground.

The woman was the widow who brought Qingye into town this morning.

"Young man, what gives you the right to call me your aunt?!"

The widow's face was streaked with tears, and there were bright red finger marks on it. Her clothes were also in a mess.

It looked like someone who had just been humiliated.

"I kindly helped you, and you repaid kindness with enmity."

"Lord Eli insists on seeing you, so you have to come with me no matter what!"

The widow looked at Qingye, went straight up to him, grabbed his arm, and wouldn't let go.

Upon seeing this, Qingyi immediately rushed forward and began to struggle with the widow, shouting, "Let go of the boss!"

The frail Mine continued to pound on the widow with both hands.

"..open.."

"Where did these brats come from? Get out of the way!"

The widow threw a tantrum, shoving the child aside and grabbing Qingye as she headed out of the inn.

Aoba frowned but did not resist; she simply turned her head.

"Aoichi, take Mine and don't go anywhere."

"But boss, you..."

"I'll be fine, remember! Don't go anywhere."

-

A snowy winter night.

Apart from the ambassador's residence in the capital, which was still lit, the rest of the city was already dark.

A biting wind, carrying snowflakes, rushed into their collars.

The widow trembled and shook, her face flushed with an unnatural redness.

Her still warm and soft body unconsciously leaned into Qingye's arms.

She had a distinctive scent emanating from her.

It's not perfume.

But the feeling of being reshaped by the purification skill in your body doesn't lie.

"Young man, as long as you listen to me later, Lord Eric won't do anything to you."

The widow leaned against Qingye's chest, lifting his arm and placing it on the fleshy part of her chest.

"Besides, I'll be there too..."

She exhaled a fragrant scent, as if to arouse Qingye's desire.

The cold wind is biting.

Snowflakes drifted down to the ground along the shadows beside the road, melting into icy water.

Several figures were reflected in the icy water.

Qingye walked silently down the street, then suddenly stopped in front of the widow's door.

His eyes were fixed on the woman, his voice slightly low.

"So, it's a scheme to kill and rob?"

Swah——

The sword light flashed.

The widow's legs went weak, and she knelt down.

His head slammed heavily onto the floor.

The people around were stunned, not knowing what had happened.

But seeing that alluring widow, her face streaked with tears, rolling on the floor in the dead of winter, he couldn't help but move forward:

"you.."

But the words are not finished yet.

Suddenly, they felt a sharp pain in their throats. When they reached down and touched it, the sticky sensation made them realize something.

Puff-!

There were eight distinct sounds of things falling.

As the sound rang out, the widow trembled violently.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me..."

"I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to!"

The allure on her face had vanished, replaced only by fear.

Qingye slowly squatted down and asked softly, "How many people have you fooled?"

"No, I'm not lying, they did it all, they did it all!"

The widow kept banging her head against the snow.

Many pieces of gold jewelry fell out from the already open bodice.

Among them was a bracelet that was almost integrated with the snowflakes.

A bracelet made by punching holes in individual bone segments.

"Hopeless."

Aoba shook his head and stood up.

"Why?! You country bumpkins deserve to die! Those little brats should just die!"

As if Aoba had seen through her heart, the widow suddenly grinned wildly:

"You probably don't know, but the ambassador is a woman of many tastes, and his favorite is the fair-skinned and delicate young woman from the south!"

Someone like you will definitely be ruined.

Not finished yet.

The sword flashed!

The head rolled on the ground, down the steps, and knocked on the widow's own door.

Bang!