Isekai Ryouridou

Then about an hour and a half later, six moments down into the sunset.

We managed to complete six different dishes, and we were moving to the dining room with it.

Jan, Timaro, etc. are alone, but me and Varcus are accompanying all the cooking assistants. Even though we would be tasting on the same spot as the people in your position, only me and one representative of the Lou family should have gone out, but I wanted everyone to try the Varcus dishes, so I had asked Polearth in advance to forgive me for this gesture.

Varcus had naturally brought in four disciples, but I guess it had also been rooted out beforehand. Between meals that were extraordinarily wider than before, we were set to line up side-by-side.

The Vulkas are also, of course, removing the white mask. A light-skinned old man, Tartumai, slender and tall, with long, half-whitened dark hair on an ageless Varcus with white skin and green eyes, like the people of the south. Siri-Low, a tough, eye-catching girl with long brown hair, stuck in a big Jagal-like bozzle with toy hair and a mustache. And it's Roy, a grumpy young man with a middle meat middle back who stands out for his ivory skin.

"You were very brazen today. We are also very pleased to have everyone do their part in the busy Easter fold"

As a representative of the aristocratic side, Malstein has said so.

There are fifteen large people there. Today the format of the standing meal had been taken, so they had created individual groups to stand side by side.

From the Marquis of Genos there are four: the Lord Marstein, the First Son Melfried, his companion Eurifia, and his son-in-law Odifia.

From the Marquis of Banaam, the head of the mission, Wellhide, and, likewise, two more members of the mission.

From the Count Turan family, Tolsto, our Lord's Refraia and Guardian. From the Earl of Dalaim's house, Polearth, the second son. From the House of the Earl of Saturas, Leeheim, the first son.

In addition, Princess Vesta of the Viscount Talfone, Princess Serange of the Viscount Mardel, and Dial and Arishna of the Castle of Genos.

More or less dressed like that, that's what the face looks like.

In the meantime, Moribe chief Dari-Sauti stood secluded by Dial and Arishna for what was a noble guest.

The shapes of the halls are circular and built like a little hall. Grape liquor carpets at the foot, beautiful tapestry drapes on the walls, and glass chandeliers flash on high ceilings.

It must also be lurking on the other side of the drape that you don't see the soldier. The room was arranged everywhere with circular tables about the height of the hips, which also acted like a border between the nobles and the cooks.

Up to three escorts on this side were allowed to accompany us, so Ai-Fa, Giza-Lou and Gazran-Rutim are lining up near the door to watch our backs.

After looking around at those people, Malstein opened his mouth again.

"Then I would also like to give the word from Lord Wellhide as a representative of the mission before savoring the heartfelt devotion of the famous cooks. May I?

"Yes," said Wellhide, dressed in crimson courtesy, one step forward.

"We are very grateful to the Marquis of Genos for having such a place for us tonight. I am also very excited to see in what way the famous Genos cooks have cooked up Banaam prized Fuwano and Mammalia. … at the end of Genos and Banaam, the good fortune of Selva"

The aristocrats and guests who lived side by side are listening to Wellhide as if he were. In it, Dial, wrapped in a blue dress, winked at me from afar.

Lifreia, standing next to Tolsto, has a roughly yuki expression. Refraia, who is still not allowed to go out in public, is also driven out only when bannered. Even if it was in the name of redeeming the sins of Turan's former Lord, it was a pleasure for me to have her eat my dishes.

"Now let's start a tasting party. For the record, I want the cooks who created these dishes to taste them in the same place today and talk a lot about Fuwano and Mammalia in Banaam."

On Malstein's signal, the lowlifes push the corn and the wagon. It was my dish that was arranged all over the table first.

"First of all, folks by the woods, that's Asta's dish.... No, this is going to be entertaining from the start"

"Yes, you'll be cooking with black fuwano first. To be precise, it's a dish called" buckwheat "made with black fuwano and poitan."

It is "Tsukuba" that Dora's fathers once tasted as well.

It's a grey-brown, hand-beaten buckwheat mixed with black fuwano and poitan in a 4-to-1 ratio. Mentsuyu takes stock from the smoking of fish and seagrass and combines tau oil with sugar and red mammalian liquor. The basic recipe has been complete for a long time now.

But this didn't get as good a reputation as pasta.

That should also be the case, because the people of Genos often consumed meat, vegetables and cereals at the same time, so it seems difficult to give ratings for buckwheat products alone. Unlike okonomiyaki and pasta with meat and vegetables, it seems difficult to recognize buckwheat noodles as a single dish.

So I was properly prepared today.

They are numerous tempura, as laborious as hand-beaten buckwheat.

"Hmm. Lord Asta still specializes in fried dishes."

Wellhide, your son with ivory skin in black hair, smiled happily and said so.

"In Genos, they say something called fried food is considered a fashion lag, but neither is that the case in Banaam. The dishes I received before were also very delicious and I look forward to this as much as the Black Fuwano dishes"

"Thank you. I hope it's in your mouth."

I've already prepared all the tempura I can think of there.

When it comes to yapotatoes, when it comes to gigo and zucchini, Chang is chopped in circles, when it comes to dice, Shima is chopped up again, when it comes to taco, chum chum is chopped off, and when it comes to onions, when it comes to aria and carrots, Nennon is finely chopped and dressed as a stir fried. And then I wanted the green, so I also prepare the nanals when I'm a pepper and when I'm a prawn and a horseradish.

In addition to that, the siitakemodoki and mushroom modoki from Jagal were also suitable for tempura, and the river fish Lillione like Ivana is impeccable. After that, we also put the crustacean dried product called Malor, which is like a sweet shrimp from Ogi, back in water and used it. I didn't want it to taste as good as the original shrimp heaven because it was dry, but I don't think the finish is that bad.

Also, I miss not using giva meat in this dish, which is the main thing for me, so I prepared as much lid there as I did.

It is an Italian-inspired tempura, thinly chopped rose meat, each wrapped with tarrapa and gamma cheese. Of course, Tarapa uses the sweet products stored in this pantry.

It is normal white fuwano powder that I used in those clothes, but I think this is as good as' giva cutlets'.

Start by combining the eggs and water of Kimmus, add a small amount of white mammalian vinegar there, and then mix together the fuwano flour thoroughly. If you mix too much, the sticky ingredients will appear too much, which is enough to leave a little bit of a damp. The opposite is true when making pasta and udon.

Vinegar is also added to reduce the production of sticky ingredients. Anyway, adding or subtracting this sticky ingredient is important to make your clothes crisp.

By the way, the egg is added to finish the garment plump. Some of them seem to be suitable for substitution with baking powder, but in the "sagittarius" they used eggs. Moreover, the whole egg as well as the yolk was used because the clothing was more stiff and the texture could be preserved even if time was allowed.

Once the ingredients are covered in the garment liquid, fry at high temperatures all at once. In a large pot, using plenty of oil is the same procedure as when it's a cutlet. This makes it possible to produce a crisp, petite texture.

Moreover, Mentsuyu also prepared the drug flavor.

These are four kinds: a grated shima and a grated gigo for yapotatoes, a coarsely chopped dried kiki for plum, and a raw chopped pepe leaf for a chicken. Because he could not find a substitute for spring onions and wasabi, which is the royal road, he was at least exhausted.

"Hmm. Regardless of the fried dish, this black fuwano dish is quite a face demon. From what I've seen, it looks like the same dish I used to get: pasta."

It was one of the missions, a seemingly moderate old figure, who said so.

"Yes, eat in triple skewers, just like pasta. Roll them up one bite at a time and eat them in the juice."

Fork dishes exist in Castle Town, so I appreciate it. Only some ladies have not experienced pasta, so Eurifia explained it to me.

"Hmm! This tastes just as good!

It was another institutionalized man who raised his voice as such.

"The juice tastes a little strong, but it's still delicious to eat with this deep-fried dish. This fish called Lillione is extraordinary again!

"The taste of the juice does strengthen, so please add or subtract according to your taste. If you don't like dark flavors, just apply them properly will suffice. Also, I think if you add the grated shima, the flavor will weaken instead of the flavor will improve."

"Oh, the meat and vegetables are there, so all you have to do is juice. This will already be a fine dinner. It's too bad you can only taste it one bite at a time."

It seems to have been largely satisfactory, headed by Wellhide, who meets that way.

Nevertheless, it was quite spectacular for me to see the history of nobility dressed in beautiful outfits standing and eating buckwheat.

There, the tone of noodling sounds all the time.

It is not on the noble side, but on the cook's side of the table.

Seeing, Tartumai, the disciple of Vulcus, stood beside him without expression.

"Excuse me. In Sims, this is how you eat a dish called Chaska."

"Hmm. It sounded a lot flashy, but does that way of eating make sense or reason?

"Yes, both Chaska and this dish will be able to enjoy richer flavors and flavors by rubbing it with the air in this way. Wouldn't it be worthless to round it up and put it in your mouth?"

With this word, even the nobles began to show their efforts to soak the noodles. When the dresses jump, the ladies and the like make a slight noise.

"I see. That's why Asta was eating like that freshly."

Saying it with a terrible and serious face, Sheila-Lou also took up his vessel. but it doesn't seem to work very well overnight, and I rinse the noodles cutely all the time.

It was Polearth who raised his voice to the appearance.

"Uh, you there, you're eating that dish with a wooden skewer. It's a much more clever way to eat."

"Yes, this will be the way Asta learns to eat"

Sheila-Lou, Raina-Lou and Tour-Din are in the process of practicing chopsticks. Again, there seemed to be no culture of chopsticks in Castle Town either, and others rarely looked after Sheila-Lou and the others.

"As I explained during pasta, this is also my hometown dish. And even in my hometown, pasta was predominantly eaten without making noise, using two wooden skewers called chopsticks, rinsed in and eaten."

"Your hometown, it's not this continent, it's some island country, right? Sometimes I thought," This is a really strange dish too. "

Eurifia giggles as she takes care of the little Odifia.

"Yes. Especially in my country, you had the lesson of eating this dish at the end of the year, didn't you? There are still about two days left before the" Day of Doom, "but it may also be some kind of patrol that has allowed us to introduce this dish at this time of year"

"It's fun. I knew you were a great cook."

Eurifia said that to me with a smile. I was not able to leave a result at the tea party, but now I feel encouraged.

but Leeheim, who was in formation between her and Polearth, was sniffing "solder".

"I don't want to be ordered because it's just a dish to eat. I understand that the last meal was so hard to eat."

After all, even today, he seems to be this kind of stance.

By the way, your match by his uncle and Sin-Lu is scheduled to run after a single tasting has been completed.

"You can't just fill your hunger with the first item, so let me get to the next dish"

Without touching that Leaheim review, Malstein signals his lowest surname.

In the empty space of the table, dishes of different temperament and fun were now arranged.

"Oh, I appreciate the warm food here."

"It will be a stewed giva meat dish with white mammalian liquor, a fried river fish dish with white mammalian vinegar, and a dish with raw vegetables, a dish with chatch, and a dish with giva meat. Cooking with white mammalian liquor will be the work of Raina-Lou and Sheila-Lou"

Rayna-Lew and the others prepared a familiar stewed dish. It is quite a delicacy, taking advantage of the sweetness and flavor of white Mammalian liquor similar to white wine, although I don't seem to feel like selling it on the street yet. It is Aria, Chacchi and Nenon that are simmered together, and tau oil, sugar and white mammalian vinegar are also used for flavoring.

And what I prepared was a dish to reveal mayonnaise, dressing, etc. made from white mammalian vinegar. River fish lililione is made into fries and made with tartare sauce. Raw vegetable salad with Tino, Aria and Nennon and Ma Pra and sweet tarapa with paprika with mayonnaise and dressing. Plus, I have a non-potato salad.

Besides, the last Giva meat dish is a Chinese-style sweet vinegar pancake. Once boiled roast meat, aria, pra and tino, and kikuragemodoki are stir-fried over high heat, they are finished with a sweet vinegar pan based on white mammalian vinegar. So far, I was proud that this was the best dish I could do in a dish made directly from Mammalian vinegar.

"Oh, this is delicious"

From the table on this side, Jan, with her mouth on its sweet vinegar sprinkles, raises her voice.

"This is twelve full flavors of white mammalian vinegar. And because this sweetness is in harmony with acidity, it's very easy to eat."

"Really, it's very tasty. Actually, I was a little bit bad at something called mammalian vinegar, but I think I could eat as much of it as I want."

It was Dial who hammered him from the VIP table. The tea party seemed to disappoint me a lot, so I could stroke my chest down on that unyielding smile.

By the way, Arishna keeps eating quietly in the shadows of your ladies. She is also quite difficult to read the look on as a Sim, but secretly the dietary intake didn't seem to beat the men either.

"Oh, these vegetables taste a lot better too. I guess you can't just sprinkle the vinegar on your mom like this."

"The dishes in this chatch have a very gentle taste. Is Mammalian vinegar also used for this"

"Uhm! This fish dish is exceptionally delicious!

He seems particularly pleased with the face of today's main banner.

In that, Malstein raised his voice, "Hmm..."

"Did you say this dish belonged to the people of the Lou family, Asta?

"Ah, yes. This is Raina-Lou and Sheila-Lou."

"Raina-Lou and Sheila-Lou"

Malstein said quietly and looked at both of those names.

"Raina-Lou must have been the only son of chief Donda-Lou. Sheila-Lou is..."

"I will be out of the division. daughter of the youngest brother of the head of the main family, Donda-Lou - and will be the sister of Sin-Lu."

"Well, was he the sister of a person who would be Sin-Lu? It is."

Malstein laughs calmly and Sheila-Lou bows her head politely.

It's Malstein, who remembered the name of Birdu-Fow before me, so now I'm sure Sheila-Lou's name has been accurately input as well.

"The other day at the Tea Party, Thur-Din said that the people named Limi-Luu showed Asta no less skill, and the people by the woods at all are just amazed"

"… I'll be back"

"And after this, you can also see the power of the hunters around the woods who hear rumors. Be a meaningful day."

Leeheim grinned slightly as Malstein said.

He stares at Lara-Lew with his eyes that burn from behind his sister. Leaheim was supposed to call Sin-Lu to his stomach, which Rayna-Lu beat him to death. As Lara-Luu, who was given a little bit by both his sister and thinker, he would hate him more than anyone else.

"No, they're all great food. I was impressed, too. Both the dishes made with Giva and those that are not are really stunning flavours. Because Lord Asta serves so much food with such skill, he has been able to root out so many ingredients in the Inn Town."

And now Tolst speaks.

He looks like a pug dog, an old aristocrat. He still had a tired look, but still felt the brightest light dwelling in his eyes ever.

"I was actually just going to say thank you in a separate room, but with the dedication of Lord Asta and Lord Yang, I am able to sell the ingredients that were filling the pantry without letting them rot. Especially vanilla, tau oil, sugar, etc., the more we bought than ever before, the fewer we had… thanks to this, Turan, whose finances were on the verge of collapse, could not be rebuilt as well."

"Yes, that's frightening"

"I'm sure Banaam's Fuwano and Mammalia will find it hard to sell without a scratch. I think so, how about that?

The words were addressed to the cooks of the castle town.

The main targets of Black Fuwano and White Mammalia are the inhabitants of the castle towns, not the boarding towns. I'm not opening a shop in Castle Town, so if you don't take advantage of these dishes in their future, you won't get the promotional effect you want.

It was Jan who solemnly nodded back at the word of Tolst.

"I also find Lord Asta and the rest of the food excellent. The people of Castle Town will be delighted, especially since it is possible to use it in any other dish, no matter what. And these are stories about how it's possible to make them without having to be cooks, right?

"Yes, in fact, the other day, I let those who are close to you in Dalaim find out how to make them."

"Oh, I hear you revealed the night in Dalaim the day before the holidays. Yeah, I wanted to take a peek at that, too, if that's possible."

Jan overlaps words even more as she nods back to Polearths, who smiles and laughs.

"Also, the cuisine called buckwheat with black fuwano is not only delicious but also very novel, so don't please many humans. However, in order to sell Black Fuwano in Castle Town, the Castle Town cook will have to learn how to make it -"

"Yeah. Because if they're called cooks, they should be able to make it without any problems. Even more laborious than buckwheat buckwheat buckwheat, we can now make this Tour-Din by ourselves by the woods."

Well, there's a voice that I'm impressed with, and my gaze concentrates instead of mine.

Of course Tool-din was to hide behind me with his face bright red.

"But are you sure you want to reveal to us how to make it? How to cook delicious dishes should be nothing more than a fortune to the cook…"

"Yes," I nodded to Jan, who gave me a somewhat puzzling look.

"If it wasn't meant to be, it wouldn't have been worth revealing this dish on this occasion. I'm not talking about losing anything, and I'm more winning the joy of having my hometown dish accepted in Genos than that."

"... I hear Lord Asta is also passing on cooking skills to the owners of the inns and others in the Inn Town. As far as I'm concerned, I'm impressed by the measure."

It would be a difference of values. As far as I'm concerned, spreading the word about how to cook delicious dishes to the woodland ladies was the starting point, so I had no resistance whatsoever to teaching recipes to the rest of them.

(It's less of a hassle than being told to open a shop in Castle Town. When you can eat buckwheat noodles in general, you'll need more and more poitans, and you'll moisturize the lives of Dora's fathers)

Wellhide and others are also harmed by the hands of Zazz-Sung and others. If that's what he wanted, it couldn't have been any itch, such as publishing a hand-beaten buckwheat or mayonnaise recipe.

"I wonder what Timaro and Varcus think?

And, laughing loudly, Malstein turns his attention to the other cooks.

Timaro had failed to suppress his expression and had become a very regrettable face.

"Ha... If you do cook by this side, even Castle Town will have a great reputation. Besides... you might be able to look again at frying dishes that are supposedly out of fashion..."

"For example, is it possible to sell a dish called by this side in Selva's Spear Pavilion?

"… if my Lord desires it, I will only obey His Word"

Timaro should now be the chef of Selva's Spear Pavilion, but he still seems to have an employer. I'm guessing the investors are nobles.

"So what about Vulcus?

To Marstein's words, Varcus nods yes.

"They were all great food. As Lord Yang said, the aftertaste is likely to be very versatile. Lord Asta used it to showcase three dishes, but I wonder if this was an equal act to showcasing a hundred dishes."

It is the unreadable voice of emotion as a mauyang, but it is rap.

I'm unexpectedly nervous about Varcus' assessment of asking crackles.

"Also, the food called buckwheat was extremely delicious. I also think the idea of using the same juice to eat fried dishes is great. This will be taken away from the people of Castle Town."

"So you were willing to handle that dish in their store as well?

The word "no" was returned.

"I was planning on adding Sim's dish, Chaska, to my dedication in the near future. According to Turtumai's valve, the dish by this side is very similar to Chaska, so if you sell Chaska in my shop, I can help you to know the name of this dish similar to it."

Saying so, Vulcus turned to me with a curl.

"By the way, there seems to be a way to eat cold and warm in Chaska, but does there exist a way to eat warm and warm in a dish called by this side as well?

"Oh, yes. For warm buckwheat, sink the noodles in the juice beforehand. But then, over time, the noodles will suck juice, and if you don't eat as much 'soot the noodles' as you did earlier, it's hard to eat, so it's up to you to wonder if this is not the place to be."

"There still exists something called a warm buckwheat. I could easily imagine the flavor, so I thought it must be. I guess sinking the fuwano in the juice beforehand means the juice will also taste diluted, right?

"Right. Just like regular juice, just rinse the juice and adjust it to be rich enough to make it tasty."

"It's great. I'd love to try that warm buckwheat too."

As usual, I have no grasp of the expression, but if it had not been for a place like this, my hand might have been stuck again. Marstein gave a small chuckle as he saw Vulcus like that.

"Don't they seem a lot obsessed with Asta's cooking, too? I wonder if I should sell this dish along with a dish called Chaska."

Varcus turns to Marstein and responds the same as "no" again.

"I think Asta's food is so great. But it's unnecessary technology for me."

"Unnecessary technology?

"For many years I have learned about the cuisine of Selva, Sim and Jagal; my cuisine is complete by merging the different techniques of the three countries. If you try to match the skill of Asta's emigrants there, the flavor will definitely break first. I'm not allowed to incorporate Asta's technology."

Only with no expression, Vulcan said so.

"If I had met Asta as a young man for another ten or twenty years, I would surely have been intoxicated by that skill and greeted to make it my own. But we can't just throw away what we've been holding onto at this age. So even if I can admire Asta's cooking, I can never hold hands together."

"Hmm. Then you won't have to deal with Asta's cooking in their shop."

"Yes, because Silver Star Hall is my shop, I would like to serve only my dishes."

Apparently, Varcus' shop is its own owner and shopkeeper. I'm sure he set up his own restaurant with the enormous reward he got from Cycleus.

"But as I said earlier, I plan to sell Chaska in my shop. If that is accepted in Genos, it would likely help to create a basis on which the dish called Asta's by the side is acceptable. Hope that helps to let you know a little bit about the existence of the black fuwano in Banaam."

"Hmm. I wonder if that area is about to drop"

Malstein smiles again.

Here too, he is a hard man to read.

"So what about the dishes made by the Lou family cooks? Is that still cooking according to Asta's hometown routine, too?

"Simming meat with alcohol seems to be a common practice in sims and mahydra. Even Jagal seems to have seen some of that practice, but since mountain-grown gamma and muffled bears have a very strong odor, simmering with alcohol to soften it has become a common practice in Sims and Mahydra."

You don't give me a gap to answer, that's what Varcus said.

"But before that, this dish doesn't deserve to be argued"

"Hmm? What does that mean?"

"If you simmer meat with alcohol, that won't bring out the flavor. But I don't see any other ingenuity in this dish. The amount of sugar and tau oil added later seems inappropriate."

Signs of Rayna-Lew being ha-ha-ha breathtaking came through.

Varcus overlaps words pale.

"I hear the young cooks of the people by the woods showed great skill at a tea party once attended by my disciple, Siri-Low. So I was hoping to get those surprises tonight, but I'm so sorry."

"No, Varcus, it's..."

When I accidentally raised my voice, Rayna-Lew grabbed me by the arm.

"Asta, it's okay. Because it is a rare fact that we are immature."

"No, but..."

"It's okay."

Rayna-Lew's hand grabs my wrist all the time.

Touching a person of the opposite sex who is not a family member is not considered a good idea by the forest. But as much as I don't loose my mind about such a lesson, I guess Rayna-Lew has been severely disturbed in his feelings. In those beautiful blue eyes there were tears of remorse.

"That's a lot spicy. I felt as brilliant as Asta's cooking."

"Let's be rude to Lord Asta.... Well, if you line it up with the most impossible dishes Lord Asta has ever shown you, maybe there's no such thing as a disgusting color. Whatever it is, if this dish is delicious, it's not the cook's arm but the benefit of an ingredient called giva meat."

Varcus' words resounded so cruelly for lack of emotion such as this.

Sheila-Lou is quietly closing his eyelids, and Tour-din and Yun-Sudra are letting the grate and gaze wander. Lara-Lew has a clearly angry look.

"Varcus, you still have a bad mouth."

And - for the first time there, Lifreia's taken voice echoed.

"I guess I need to stick around somewhat in a place like this, though it's not something I could say about people because of my bad mouth?

"Really? We were told that we should speak frankly in this tasting room, until we followed suit."

"... well, that's your temper."

Refraia clutches her mouth like she's worried about something.

Then another voice rose from the table on this side.

"But using new ingredients in a month or there won't be a lot of talk. Not everyone has the same skills as you or Asta."

Whoever it was, it was Roy's voice.

Siri-Low, who stood next to him, turns his tight eyes to you.

"Nobody's asking for your opinion or anything. You are the one to keep your mouth shut."

"That's rude. But isn't it the disciple's job to take my husband's message?"

"I don't know if Vulcan's words are silent or anything."

"I guess the inability to cook earlier isn't so much of a slang either. But if you're disappointed with the cooks around the woods, I think that's a silence."

Whispering Siri-Low's words, Roy said so.

Language is polite, but its expression is on the top of the Buddha as usual.

"The food they had spoken of in the Inn Town was extraordinarily tastier than the dishes I had just had. At least not as much as I wish to disciple to Varcus by throwing away my shame and outward hearings. Statements such as disappointment with the cooks by the woods just because of this dish today could later also lower your reputation, Varcus"

Siri-Low was staring at Roy's side with his eyes like fire.

In the meantime, Varcus responds in the same tone as "Really?".

"I honestly feel that tonight's expectations have been betrayed, but I didn't feel disappointed with the cooks by the woods themselves with that. If you've misunderstood something, I apologize for that."

"No......" Rayna-Lew gets annoyed.

"So, isn't it time for us to taste our food? If too much time passes, the flavour of the dish will also fade away."

With such Vulcan words, the tasting party was finally set to enter the second half of the battle.