In reality, there weren't many people who came here to eat; even the outsiders staying at the hotel were few, especially in these past few months—it's said the Empire has changed, the old forces led by the Pope have been eradicated, and every city is progressing in a positive direction. Almost no residents of the Empire are leaving their familiar lives to seek refuge in the Abyss anymore.

This inn gets by on subsidies from the guild, and the owner couldn't remember the last time the inn was this bustling.

"Boss, we're out of flatbreads."

Ethan's words interrupted the owner's thoughts. He quickened his pace, leading the hotel's staff to join in the preparation of ingredients.

He saw hope.

This inn was about to be reborn!

With the united efforts of everyone, Ethan stayed busy until noon, when the restaurant's ingredients were almost used up. Only then did the owner announce a halt, and the Old Gods followers and residents who didn't get a turn could only sigh and resolve to come earlier to queue tomorrow. Curious people gathered around Ethan, asking where he found such a cooking bird.

As the crowd dispersed, the owner, beaming, excitedly rushed to Ethan, tightly grasping his hands, "Mr. Ethan, I want to invite you and Miss Keroy to become assistant managers of this inn!"

This was a well-considered decision.

He seemed to see this quiet inn returning to its peak.

"No, thanks."

Ethan waved his hand.

"But, the inn can't do without you!"

"You've already mastered the shawarma recipe."

Ethan, adhering to the principle of teaching fishing rather than giving fish, taught the recipe to the people at the inn without reservation, "I can also write you some other recipes."

He couldn't help but lament the backward learning ability of the people of this era, a result of information seclusion and a backward educational system. According to the report from the cabinet, the Empire's education coverage was only 7%, and over ninety percent of that 7% were nobles and the emerging bourgeoisie. The Empire's literacy rate was less than thirty percent, though this was leading among major nations.

The owner looked troubled, "But..."

"I'll present it in the form of comics."

A series of simple, easy-to-cook foods emerged in Ethan's mind.

Burgers, fries, sandwiches, pizza.

The ingredients here were quite complete.

As the two conversed, a man with a little girl gingerly stepped into the restaurant. He met the owner's puzzled gaze, swallowed, and said, "I heard...there's shawarma here and a cooking bird. Here's my identity info."

As he spoke, the man rolled up his sleeve, revealing the black flame mark on his wrist.

The owner's expression changed, "Which batch?"

"This one."

"Come in, get the remaining ingredients ready to bring over!"

Contrary to his usual demeanor, the owner started giving orders to the recently relaxed staff. Upon hearing the man's response, the people in the store, without complaint, sprang back into action.

The little girl in ragged clothes hid behind the man, curiously peeking at Miss Keroy.

Sensing the little girl's gaze, Miss Keroy tilted her head, her eyes curved into crescents, and made a friendly "coo-coo" sound to express warmth.

The little girl smiled too, waving at Miss Keroy. Only then did Ethan notice she was missing a front tooth.

The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became heavy.

"Just right, since you've already mastered the art of making shawarma, next comes making burgers, fries, and pizza."

Ethan stopped the inn's staff who were about to skewer the leftover meat bits.

The owner's face lit up, and he gathered all the staff to learn together.

"Can I watch too?"

The little girl timidly requested.

"Of course."

Ethan asked Miss Keroy to help chop up the barbecue scraps into patties, and brought out some bread slices from the back kitchen—these breads were originally the only ready-to-eat food in the inn.

The cooked patties sizzled, fascinating the little girl as she watched Ethan's ad-hoc grill.

At that moment, the owner was certain.

Ethan was truly a culinary seeker, someone who could create so many foods that didn't exist in this world, and more importantly, they appeared simple and easy to cook. Even they, who had little foundational knowledge, could easily master it after just a few tries.

"This is a burger, these are fries, and this is pizza."

In a short while, a delicious feast was laid out on the table, "What I just demonstrated is only one way to make them; you can adjust the ingredients according to your taste."

This world didn't yet have a proper fast-food restaurant. Even in the capital, Ethan couldn't find a place to eat a burger when he went out.

Fortunately, the Other Shore was a true gourmet, always able to realize the concepts Ethan proposed quite well.

Even if the Other Shore hadn't joined the Neseriel Sanctuary, he would likely have become an excellent chef.

The man with the black flame mark on his wrist seemed somewhat anxious. He looked to the inn owner for help, and after receiving a nod, he gratefully said, "Thank you!"

In stark contrast, the little girl beamed as she touched Miss Keroy's wing feathers before sitting down.

This was the second soft, warm thing she had touched in this world.

When she held the burger with both hands and took a bite, her surprise was plain to see.

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