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Gao Wen served a large pot of mashed potatoes.
"Come and try it. I've added some milk."
Wang Yuelong sniffed lightly, the familiar aroma of potatoes wafting into her nostrils.
It should be edible.
Under Gao Wen's enthusiastic gaze, Wang Yuelong scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and savored it carefully.
"Hmm... I can taste the original flavor of the potato, and the aroma of milk seems to linger on my tongue."
Low emotional intelligence: Able to appreciate the true flavor.
High emotional intelligence: The flavor is too bland.
"It shouldn't be too bad, right?" Gao Wen asked.
"No, that doesn't count," Mochizuki Oboro told the truth.
It was at most tasteless, but definitely not unpalatable. The mashed potatoes were also very soft and easy to eat.
Gawain smiled with satisfaction: "Yes. This way, we can get Chief of Staff Tristan and the others to reassess."
“I remember now. We often see scenes of you cooking in the show,” Mochizuki Oboro added, “although it’s always mashed potatoes.”
Gawain sighed: "Lord Tristan and Lord Lancelot often criticize me for wasting food, but the King can eat it all... So this time I didn't add any seasonings, just milk and a spatula."
No seasoning added at all? No wonder.
Not wanting to offend anyone, Mochizuki Ryou reluctantly ate half a bowl of plain mashed potatoes.
The spacious and bright kitchen area stores a lot of raw materials and semi-finished products. Many foods can be enjoyed simply by putting them in the oven, so employees often have extra meals for themselves during their downtime.
Mordred hummed a cheerful tune as she headed toward the kitchen.
Gao Wen is on vacation today, so I'm taking this opportunity to eat to my heart's content.
Otherwise, every time I go into the kitchen when I'm hungry, all I see is a huge pot of mashed potatoes, which makes me lose all interest.
Mordred pushed open the door and entered.
“It’s Lord Mordred.” Gawain smiled kindly. “I made a new flavor of mashed potatoes. Give it a try.”
As he spoke, Gawain didn't forget to promote his own spokesperson: "The newcomer, Mochizuki-kun, also thinks it's pretty good, right?"
Mordred raised an eyebrow suspiciously: "Is he an idiot?"
“That’s right. By ordinary standards, I certainly can’t be considered a normal person,” Mochizuki Oboro replied.
"Those who say they're stupid are usually not stupid." Mordred said, one hand in his pocket. "You really think Gawain's mashed potatoes are edible?"
"Won't you know after just one bite?" Gao Wen said, head held high, like a soldier being inspected.
After a while.
Employee rest area.
Tristan and Lancelot stood at opposite ends, each holding a colorful ribbon.
Bedwell was carrying a tray with a pair of golden scissors on it.
The host, Mordred, cleared his throat and said, "Then, the ribbon-cutting ceremony shall officially begin."
Mochizuki Oboro, acting as the atmosphere-setter, silently clapped.
With a dark expression, Gawain silently took the golden scissors from Bedwell's hand.
Click.
"A warm celebration for Gao Wenqing's conquest of mashed potatoes!"
Tristan and Lancelot simultaneously pulled out their ceremonial cannons, and with a bang, a shower of dazzling confetti rained down.
Bedivere wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and clapped along with Mochizuki Oboro, which moved Mordred deeply.
"Why do we have to have a ribbon-cutting ceremony to successfully make mashed potatoes?!"
Lancelot sighed, "If only you had this level of skill when we were on set."
Mordred remarked with deep feeling: "Perhaps it was Gawain's mashed potatoes that kept my father's face straight when facing the camera."
For a moment, the Knights of the Round Table reminisced about their glorious past.
It's a pity that Gareth, Percival, and others are on vacation today, otherwise they would have come to show their support.
"What flavor did Gao Wen's mashed potatoes taste like?" Mochizuki Oboro couldn't contain her curiosity and asked.
Bedwell's lips twitched: "It goes very well with other dishes and can whet the appetite."
Got it, everything tastes better than Gawain's mashed potatoes.
Before joining the company, Mochizuki Oboro did consider how to integrate into the work environment.
But now it seems like it was all for nothing.
The Knights of the Round Table cannot be said to be basically the same as their characters in the play; they are far from it.
……
Camelot Entertainment Center, 7th floor.
This floor is not open to the public and is divided into two large areas, left and right.
The left wing serves only Artoria and includes a gym, swimming pool, kitchen, and other facilities. It is where Artoria lives and works.
The right section is a multi-functional area where the Knights of the Round Table often hold meetings, dine, and have fun. In addition, some supplies are stored here.
Unlike the open right zone, the left zone is Artoria's private area, which only she can enter freely, and no one else can access it through biometrics.
As Artoria's sister, Caster also gained the right to freely enter and exit the left zone today.
By the central pool, Castor and Artoria, who had just finished swimming, lay side by side on beach chairs, chatting idly.
Artoria casually picked up a glass of iced cola: "How's school? Have you made any friends?"
“I’ve got her,” Castor replied. “She’s a girl from Greece.”
“Greece? I had a Greek classmate when I was in Phineas Academy,” Artoria recalled.
I think her name was Atalanta.
"Aren't you going to keep taking on roles? That 'King Arthur' movie is quite popular," Castor asked casually.
"No. It has completely drained my inspiration and energy. I'm more comfortable being a behind-the-scenes boss now."
Artoria yawned: "Fried chicken, hamburgers, cola, pancakes... all I have to think about is how to eat them."
Running this Camelot entertainment center was just to keep herself occupied; if Artoria had managed it seriously, it could have significantly increased her wealth.
But that would be a bit tiring, so I'll pass.
"This is so good! This must be financial freedom."
"I haven't even figured out what I'm going to do in the future," Castor said with a hint of envy.
“If you just want to live the rest of your life carefree, you can come to me or find Morgan,” Artoria smiled. “But you probably want to catch up with us, right?”
“After all, you have two very successful older sisters,” Castor said softly, “but you both got to where you are today on your own, and I want to do the same.”
"Then come on."
Artoria got up and changed into her everyday clothes: "You should change your clothes too, I'll take you downstairs to play."
...Could you please not change clothes in front of your sister next time? We're not children anymore.
Castor swallowed his complaints.
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Chapter 26 Altria
Second floor of Camelot Entertainment Center.
This is a play floor for all ages, featuring traditional claw machines and karaoke, as well as trendy motion-sensing racing and action simulation games.
Overwhelmed by the sheer number of game tokens, Castor held a large box of them but had no idea how to spend them.
I want to play everything, but I can't decide which game to start with.
Holding a whole bucket of fried chicken, Artoria suggested, "Why don't you try the claw machine first? There are quite a few limited editions, and you can give them to your classmates."
“Okay.” Castor nodded and walked toward the claw machine.
As they passed the VR simulation game room, Artoria and Castor paused and stopped simultaneously.
"Hahaha! Lord Tristan, you might as well surrender. You can't beat me in terms of beauty!"
"Ridiculous. It's just that the initial stats are a bit better... Mochizuki-kun, you still have one chance to draw stats, go for it."
"In conclusion, I am the one who will compete in this beauty contest. Starting the card draw... EX-level entries. I win."
"Pfft! Why?!"
Was that the senior's voice just now?
Castor frowned slightly and pricked up his ears.
Artoria also frowned.
Judging from the voices, they are Lord Lancelot and Lord Tristan. Their tasks are indeed relatively easy, but isn't it a bit too lax to play games during work hours?
Before Artoria could make a judgment, the familiar voice came from inside the room again.
"While creating beautiful characters is certainly interesting, I think the upcoming battle simulation is also quite good."
It was Lord Bedwell.
"Three, two, one, new game begins! Yay!"
It's Lord Mordred... She's acting quite normally here.
"After all, this is a game of pure luck, while combat games are much more interesting in comparison."
A voice I've never heard before. But the fact that he gets along so well with the other Knights of the Round Table suggests he must possess unique talents.
Caster couldn't pretend he didn't know anymore; it was clearly Mochizuki Oboro's voice.
My senior once mentioned that he had part-time job interviews in the evenings. Could it be for my sister's entertainment center?
Looks like it's already over? Does that mean I'm practically his future boss?
While the Wild Boar Princess was still scattering her thoughts, the Knight King on the other side had already turned the doorknob.
"You play the claw machine first, I'll go in for a bit and be right back."
Click. The automatic lock is practically useless in front of the boss.
Inside the VR simulation game room, everyone was wearing helmets and holding props, completely unaware of what was about to happen.
Lancelot let out a strange laugh: "This time, the race I randomly got is a dragon! You've already lost at the starting line!"
Gawain hissed, "My race is... centaur? What bad luck."
“An elven sorcerer. But I can’t think of any magic that can break through a dragon’s armor.” Bedivere also surrendered.
The group is playing a 1v5 unequal battle game, and Lancelot has drawn the BOSS in several consecutive rounds.
“Humans…” Mochizuki Oboro uttered the name of her race.
"Looks like there's really no way to win this time," Tristan sighed after drawing the Bard.
Gawain exclaimed in surprise, "No, Mochizuki-kun's profession is being reborn! He has evolved into a dragon slayer!"
"Alas, what a despicable operation," Lancelot sighed.
"Lord Mordred? Why are you silent?" Tristan asked.
“I’ve had a bad feeling ever since just now…” Mordred’s voice trailed off. Her intuition was always very accurate.
Don't be fooled by the fact that the Knights of the Round Table often get together to play games; they're actually just taking a paid break and deliberately avoiding Artoria.
"Could it be that our king has arrived?" Gawain joked. "Don't worry, at this hour our king should be having his first midnight snack..."
Before he could finish speaking, Gao Wen's profile picture went dark without any warning.
Following closely behind are Lancelot and Tristan.
"It's over." Mordred let out a mournful cry, then disconnected from Bedivere.