Seiun wo Kakeru

It wasn't until it was time for Age to unconsciously try to mark her third year.

There is a reason why Age didn't notice that he was already close to being a crop also used for four-wheel farming.

Because people in the village think they are livestock food and usually never get on the table.

Age now pinches it with chopsticks, the name of it with its white, shaky teeth, is called pickled vegetables (beet).

It is a perennial grass of the genus Akazaceae fudansoe, shaped like a

The flavour is... not delicious in the end.

No, it doesn't taste good.

It's as sweet as a sugar dice, it's shaky, and if that's all, it'll also taste good depending on the cooking.

But it was the intensity of the intense AK that would completely undo those beauties.

Shall I say that the taste of raw spinach is stronger?

I figured out why the villagers didn't get their hands on it as one of them and used it as bait for cattle and horses.

Well, so is that.

If it's delicious, there's no way the villagers would let it go.

"This... you can't eat it"

"Here. That's why I told you! Age doesn't listen to me anymore."

"No, you're listening, aren't you? After asking, I thought I'd come up with something more once I tried it."

"No excuses!

"Huh!

Stuck into his mouth was a dish shaped similarly to a pickle.

By the way, it is a vegetable of the genus Abranaceae.

This one had also been finely eaten by humans from ancient Greece, but the main use was still feed.

But at least I don't have eggs, and as an age, I can eat them normally.

How can it taste so different when it looks and teeth alike?

Think about that as you move your mouth.

"So. You ate something like this until you defied my advice and came up with something?

"It's spicy. It hasn't been finalized yet, though. Stay tuned. If you succeed, sweets will be much easier to eat than they are now!

"Yep......! Is that true?

With a frigid gaze, Age gets a little mean, too.

We have developed a variety of products so far.

I think you could trust me a little bit more.

"Oh, you don't believe me"

"Because when I say sweet stuff, I've only eaten about honey. I don't think you can do something like that."

"Hmmm...... Well, I'm not sure either."

Nevertheless, Tania's attitude that one thing is incredible now was also convincing to Agee.

Anyway, even myself, this attempt is half-hearted.

I just have a finished product. The knowledge that I knew it was my hope above all else.

The aim is to increase the frequency of sweetening intake.

So far honey dominates the way you get sugar, and there's nothing else to do but eat fruit.

Various dried fruits and the like are also high in sugar, but if you can get sugar you will also have significantly more cooking options.

And most importantly, will it be the highlight of the next reception?

Prepared for trial and error, Age decided to start extracting sugar from the vegetables.

The vegetables are very large. And heavy.

Just imagine the size of a ball of cabbage you can get in the supermarket.

All the leaves harvested in the autumn mouth are cut and feed cattle and horses.

From the roots in the form of short radishes, sugar could be consumed.

"But how can I do this?

"Hmm, what about squeezing?

The idea of Tania squeezing is probably based on winemaking in the village.

To Tania's suggestion, Age shakes her head.

"Unlike grapes, vegetables are low in moisture and are stiff in comparison. I don't think it's suitable for pressing."

"Really..."

soaking up, and comforting Tania dropping her shoulders.

I can only imagine that it will probably boil out.

I had no choice but to try cutting the beat first.

Dan, and the beat on the slab, is quite present.

Make that first two straight with your own knife.

The finest knives are perfectly sharpened by craftsmen.

Excellent sharpness.

If it's dull, I guess it has a pretty stiff response, but Shh... and the blade of the knife is sucked in.

"Still stunning cleavage,"

"Even if it's only 30 seconds a day, the secret is to sharpen it."

"That's all that changes..."

Every time I cut an object, the blade becomes dull.

Because if you zoom in on a microscope, the particles on the surface of the blade are rolled (meshed), decomposed, and the blade thickens.

Grinding is carried out in order to keep the layers of that blade uniform at all times.

Unless even a major chip was made, the time needed to sharpen the blade tip would have been sufficient 30 seconds a day.

Age chops the vegetables as fine as she can.

The hand moves without precipitation, and I can see that I am used to cooking.

The idea is that if you simmer and extract, the smaller one will dissolve more.

"As always, I don't have my standing..."

"Because it was a man's belt. My father is a bad cook. I had no choice but to make my own."

My mother was gone, and the hardest part was cooking.

He did not enter the men's kitchen and was the embodiment of the word.

Ever since I was a kid, that's how I was educated, so there are aspects that I can't help.

The cuisine that he had painstakingly cooked did not even taste good in flattery.

"So I'm really glad I can eat my wife's hand cooking every day like this"

"Also, already. Nothing comes out of that."

"Oh, that's too bad"

Age boils the water, laughing at Tania, who turned red in her face.

Throw in firewood and adjust the firepower.

In a pan that was boiled in a gutsy, add the vegetables.

"Can you do this?

"Come on... what do you think"

"I've boiled once too, but I wonder if something like that ever happened"

"You've never put so much in there, have you?

"So is that."

The quantity of pickled vegetables put into the pan is approximately two kilos.

In a pot that was gutsy and boiled, bubbles gushed up, and the vegetables danced.

I'm staring at it, but I can't get tired of wondering.

The face is slightly warm due to the radiation fever from the

I took out the sweet vegetables, which had been softened with enough fire.

Once filtered with a cotton cloth and squeezed, boil the remaining broth further.

"You kind of have colors"

"It looks black. Mr. Age, is this the sugar you're talking about?

"I think maybe so"

The boiled extract is called low juice.

Proteins, pectins, and all sorts of things that need to be removed.

It was then concentrated over time until drowsy at low temperatures.

The remaining viscous liquid emits a somewhat sweet aroma.

"First of all, this is the completion of prototype number one."

"Well, shall we taste it? What does it taste like?"

"I've never eaten either, so whatever..."

Age stared seriously at the concentrate, which shrugged with a spoon.

Droozy, viscous touch.

The colors are black and never beautiful.

Throw it into your fearful tongue.

"Ugh... this!?

"Age-san, it tastes amazing..."

"This... is a failure"

"Ugh... water, water"

Intense Egg flavour that makes me look at you unexpectedly.

I do feel sweet, but not as intensely sweet as sugar.

Prototype number one still seemed to leave quite a few improvements.