Reincarnated into an Otome Game? Who Cares! I'm Too Busy Mastering Magic!

The day before I got here, when I heard about the picnic, it was a sandwich that I came up with.

But the bread in this world is still hard. The temple that bread in different worlds is stiff doesn't seem to change here.

They said the old bread was hard, and this is within your imagination. So I thought.

Now is not the time to revolutionize food culture with previous life Japanese cheats,!!

Even so, yeast is not so easy to make, and my cooking skills are normal.

Besides, the picnic was approaching the next day, so he decided to process the material.

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"Ma'am, it's really a secret, huh?

Shortly after the picnic was decided, I asked Connie to sneak into the kitchen.

It seems that nobility is not recommended to enter the lower working space, so it is hidden and sneaky in Connie's shadow.

"Uh, I've got it ready... is this good?

What Connie, anxious about, has in her hands are chicken, onions, white wine, olive oil, etc.

"It fits, thank you"

When I grinned and laughed to reassure Connie, Connie gave it back to me as well.

"Exactly no cooking, so Connie will do it!

"Yeah, nice to meet you"

All right. Three minutes to cooking!

"First, cut the meat into bites and stay in the vessel, and slice it in thinly. Then mince all the onions, mix it with olive oil and a small amount of wine in the amount you can whisk the meat."

Ha, Connie replied and works neatly. Where the onions were cut, the two of us melted and cried, but the first stage of the safely matte chicken marinade was ready.

"Yeah, it's okay like that. Now I want to put you to sleep overnight, slice this baked tomorrow, make some sauce, pinch it, and eat it in a sandwich. Cut the bread thinly!

"Yes, I did! Still... Ha, this combination looks delicious."

The look and scent of the marinade made me hear cum and puppy squeal from Connie's stomach.

And the date changed today.

After breakfast, I decided I wanted to finish my picnic lunch.

My brother is with me, by the way.

"I interrupted because I told you to come early, but what are you doing?

The location is the dining preparation room, which is continuing from the kitchen.

"I wanted you to taste the excellent food one foot away," he tells his brother, who is wondering. I asked him to determine if this dish was ant by aristocratic standards, but he was quite stunned.

"Cooking?! So, did Alice make it? Does your parents know about that?

Whoa. Is Brother Ville an aristocratic hand-cooked denier? I rush to deny it because you look pretty suspicious.

"No, brother. I gave Connie instructions to make it all."

"What, you know what? You can't have blades or hot stuff because it's dangerous, right?

My brother smiled with a horrible face. Apparently, you were thinking of my dangers.

Brother Boulder, I like it.

Yes. When I replied cheerfully, my brother said he was satisfied, which one is cooking? And he got on with the story.

"Here it is!

That's why I didn't take the silver lid and offered it a bite-sized sandwich.

Looks like a simple sandwich with chicken and lettuce etc. in lightly baked bread on the surface. Sounds like you don't have any seeds or tricks.

"Oh, oh. Sounds delicious. I'll have it."

Normal than I thought...... but normal and good. You're floating around in a picnic. My brother says on his face that he's cute, and he takes it and cheeks.

At first, he chewed normally, but immediately changed his expression.

"Hmm?...... Hmm?!

Moguku, and his brother, who swallowed it to the end, looks at this one with momentum.

"Huh...? Something... something. It was delicious. What, this...?

To my brother, who lost his vocabulary due to the shock, I answered heh-heh.

"Name it, a mayo sauce sandwich with aged chicken marinade and autumn vegetables,!

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I'm behaving like that to my family right now with a sandwich that shocked my brother.

That has already returned an interesting reaction.

Father first.

I was thrilled in terms of my daughter's affectionate dishes in the first place and it took me a while to eat them.

I praised the appearance of "beautiful balance… exquisite baking… fragrant aroma…" before eating it, but from the way I was eating it, it turned out snug and straight, and now it's a gendo pose. You like it. Gendo pose.

Next, Mother. Mother was eating slightly more elegantly because the food was thin, but the area where she could eat was now struck by lightning where it was plugged into mayo sauce and chicken marinade, and it was solidified with a smile for about 10 seconds.

After that I finished eating gracefully at the usual speed of 1 or 3 times.

Brother Ville tasted it this morning, so he is dyeing his cheeks and eating it all up when it tastes delicious.

Connie is a servant, so after us. It's a little pathetic, though.

Now, one of the reasons why I'm so stunned by just a chicken sandwich is that there's no culture of softening meat with the power of alcohol and enzymes.

And the other is mayo sauce.

The dietary situation in this world is quite unsavory. It's only natural that there's almost no more pepper and chili in circulation, salt and sugar are luxury products. No miso, no soy sauce.

Essentially, ingredients can be stored for a long time. I mean, it's so hard.

Whether it was a nobleman with a cook in the mansion, the stance seemed to prevail that it would be good if the flavor was intense and his stomach was well filled.

Perhaps the difference with civilians is whether they can eat a steady amount every day.

For the first time in quite an upper class, I can eat a wide variety of vegetables, fruits, meats, dairy products, etc.

Additionally, depending on the cook's skill, you can enjoy the flavor changes caused by cooking.

But the upper class is just one grip in the world. There was no such thing as a dish that focused on taste and texture rather than preservation, just for that one grip.

That's why, in order to open up new frontiers, I spent the night loosening the chicken with the power of the onion enzyme and trying to skip the smell with white wine. And on the hard bread, I say I applied mayo sauce to improve my palate.

The softness and odor removal of the texture cannot be given way as Japanese.

Finally, few people should hate mayonnaise. I could just mix egg yolks with vinegar, oil and salt, but I didn't remember going up to the table to see if mayonnaise still didn't exist because the eggs were relatively expensive or because they weren't known to be able to sterilize with vinegar. So they also instructed me to make this from scratch.

Apparently the chicken marinade & mayo sauce I made in roughly those calculations brought more shock than I'd imagined.

Your father shudders and squeaks when he gets distressed.

"Mayo...... nays...... This is God's food………"

God's Food (laughs)

I'm about to blow to a whine like your father's story, but I'll keep asking.

"And what, the softness of this meat? I've never had the softness to relax with my tongue... I've just caught a rabbit in a hunt, but not at all. That was definitely soft, but it smelled pretty bad..."

I put him to bed all night!

By the way, in this world where there is not much concept of yeast, enzymes, there seems to be few dishes to put to sleep other than salted preserved foods, and it was hard to convince Connie.

If left at room temperature, it will rot! Right. It's okay. It's okay.

"Yeah those two are amazing, but the overall harmony is great too......! The fragrance of vegetables tangled in meat, in a refreshing autumn vegetable that neutralizes the oil, a bread that wraps everything together and a sauce called this mayonnaise that sweetens and softens that bread...... I... have never felt this kind of harmony in my diet"

My mother is like Anna, the woman on the cooking show.

Like this, more...... and where each sighed of trance, his father, who was not excited and chilled, said that he was pompous.

"Alice, how did you know to cook like this...?

Ugh.

Again, here I am, that question.

But I answered without precipitation because I thought it would come for sure.

"I forgot when it was, but I realized that the meat I ate with the onions was softer than usual. I tried to apply that!

Special, not sure when or where you earned it Operation!!

But your father and mother said, "Did that happen?" and hangs his neck.

So I went out on Plan 2.

"And then the mayonnaise came to my mind when I was lying sick. I was wondering if it would taste like it if I put my hand on the egg. Maybe it was the wisdom given by the Ancestor Spirit or the Spirit to eat something delicious and cheer up… it was an encouragement"

It's a little impossible, but it's God's guiding array. But this worked.

"Ahhh...! I see, then I'm convinced......!

When your father looked up to heaven, your mother followed suit.

"Yep, this flavor is exactly what God does......!! Both Alice's miraculous recovery and mayonnaise were due to God's guidance......!!

My survival and the existence of mayonnaise have come together, but well, it seems to have been deluded, okay?

... No, there's nothing sad about it. No, I don't!