Mr. Nobu's Otherworld Chronicles

Day 8 of escort life.

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The golden oil that was poured into the large Chinese pan makes a sound.

Quickly crease the fried Maurio specialty perforated balls that were fried. There was already a pile of fried chicken on top of the oil rig.

And cut to half the size when the temperature drops.

It was impossible to prepare the quantity of rice for the boulder, so let the bread be cooked in advance and served as a deep-fried sandwich with your own hands. Mayonnaise and ketchup are my specialties. Since magic is used to stir mayonnaise and such, mass production is possible as long as materials are available.

At the same time, the pork juice made with miso prepared by me is boiled in a better way. It's sad. There's no such thing as konjac in it.

"Oh, that smells delicious today too!

"Hey, Bowes. This is a lot of juice, please."

"Oh, no, no, no. Me too, me too. Well."

Then the fried sandwich set plus pork juice is peeled off one after the other.

I want to say it out loud.

Oicola, mercenaries! Why do you guys want to queue up for rations?

Make yourself ready YAYYYYYYYYY!!!

It started three days ago.

It begins with the arrival of Teena, deputy head of the mercenary regiment, to reconfirm today's itinerary at lunch.

Ever since I was talking to Mr. Rovell, I've been looking at me with a chill. Is this about the first doll? That's what I thought. That gaze is on my hands, Carbonara, lunch of the day.

I took out the plates I had made and preserved more as I laughed at how many beasts there were eaters and placed them in front of Mr. Teena.

"Are you sure?

"Ha, he seems to have taken care of me better than him. May I have it before it cools down?"

Looks like we're both gonna sit back and pack the rest while we eat.

Since I was at Solomon Pavilion, I had some pasta dishes, meat sauce and bongolettes. But there wasn't anything like Napolitan or Carbonara, was there? It may be in some areas, and I may travel to various places in the future by eating and walking.

Mr. Teena chews the twirly curly pasta as if to make sure it tastes cheeky.

"Ahhhhhhh!

And a glossy voice like a rising whisper. Hey, what a voice you've been giving me since daylight. He's blinking my eyes without grasping anything but me.

"The thick sauce spreads all over my mouth and I can't stand it anymore. Eggs and milk? There's another one in there. Yeah, but Atai's tongue doesn't tell me yet. Is it pepper or no black pepper that I feel from time to time? The stronger the dried meat-like meat, the better the elasticity, the more gravy will overflow. I've never eaten anything like this before. Are you sure you made this?

"Yeah, yeah."

I had to reply raw because it was so good to eat. It doesn't change the speed at which the pasta is swallowed up into the mouth, either. Come on, come on.

By the time he exhaled in a trance, the dish had become perfect as if it were a washout. You licked it!? No, you're not! I'm currently licking it in a progression!!

At the same time I noticed it was getting closer to something with Gayagaya.

"Hey, over here."

"Oh, I did hear your sister's voice from this side."

"Surely there must have been only one man adventurer. Is that him? He gave his hand to my sister."

"I don't think I've ever heard of him. You guys ready to get bummed up?

"" Ooh. ""

Oui, what a noisy conversation. I mean, I'm not the target. What did I do!

And they look. Teena licking the plate with a trance look......

It was a mercenary regiment man who came to mind, but he looks extremely sorry and looks at each other. Sometimes my gaze flies over here, but even I don't know what to do. Just don't look at me.

"Ah, sister? What the hell are you doing??

Apparently she went back to her sanity with a word from one of her courageous, voiced men, Mr. Teena. I look at my men as if I was so surprised to hear a phonetic sound called Ha.

"Oh, not you! Poisoning, yes, this is poisoning!

No, rather you calm down. Somehow I feel like I'm getting a higher pomp rate for the women I meet. The older I get...... Though the head is a goddess.

Oh, I already have sauce on my lips. I'll take out the handkerchief and wipe them off. Your face is bright red in shame, but you're alarmed. Bad. Be a little more courteous. Looks lolli but good Oba...... no, I felt like killing something so should I stop thinking about it any more?

That's how the scene opened up, but the next day Mr. Tina, who accounted for the flavor, came along, and the next day, the mercenary corps people started to snag at each other, and today, the mercenary corps people lined up in large numbers.

You guys, I'm not your aunt in the dining room!

Look, there, we don't fight! You're still frying me, so wait for me! Pork juice is up to one cup at a time, so I won't try to line up again!

Or more than half of the mercenary corps? I'm starting to feel like the captain and the people around him have never been here. Somehow I feel like all the people who admire Tina as their sister are coming this way. Could he be unfriendly with the captain?

Well, the cost of the ingredients should be taken care of by the Duke's family, but the ingredients are still getting anxious. Especially meat, which is not always readily available in the villages and towns where they eat well. Now will you free up time to transfer to Gramada and buy ingredients, or will you hunt and collect them significantly? You might not be able to cover the consumption of these hungry guys without that.

Let's do this!

That night.

Luckily for me, I bought a lot of ingredients because I stayed in a big town. I checked with Lady Eto and he said he would like some meals from the mercenary group. It's the grocery squad. I'm the escort, right?

I got permission to handle the ingredients while I was on the road. Is it better yet? Much better than a hand-held passenger seat. If I'd floated in the air and chopped vegetables with a blade of wind, though I'd have been seen with white eyes!

And I'm still renting the inn's kitchen to get ready downstairs. The current situation is that the mercenaries are requesting knobs from the liquor store while being viewed with interest by the aunt in the cooking area.

Kuh, I didn't know it would be so damaging to be seen entering the cooking area.

You guys, I'm not cheap. If you're going to make it, I'll take it as an overtime allowance!

Huh? Where you want it? Wait! Keep ordering! This is supposed to be lunch tomorrow! I shouldn't have said it. Ah.

He was forced to create a large number of knobs in exchange for a large quantity of silver coins while regretting his loss. The boulders spare no money when it comes to mercenaries, what they drink.

Aunties, excuse me, can you help me? May I use this ingredient? Of course, I will pay for the fees and materials. Yeah, I'm sorry I jammed your sales. And ho ho.