Tilea's Worries

I've never seen a human cook before. [M]

What kind of cook is he?

I heard more about Mr. Gill in the carriage heading to Wang Du.

It seems that Tyrea originally made this Jassin army meal.

At first, I thought it was impossible for the top to cook dinner. Because that's usually the lower end of the line. However, I was somewhat convinced that that might happen because Tyrea's hobby sounds like cooking.

I'm not sure about people's customs.

And I hear your men were always frightened when they behaved you for dinner. He said he was sorry to bother you with the top hand. So, he said we'd make it ourselves, but he said Tyrea wouldn't allow it. Because if an amateur cooks, it's a waste of ingredients.

So my men thought. Then you should bring a professional cook. Quickly, a military council was opened, and you said you were going to gather good cooks in each one?

Looks like we're giving this month's "Jacin Honor Award" to anyone who brings in the best cook for Tirrea's glasses.

Speaking of which, Ortizio said in an awesome sword screen, "Win even if you die! I've threatened to." I wonder how much you want that award.

The same seems to be true of the other executives of the Jassin army. You think I'm bringing a competent cook for that praise? They say they're chefs cutting up famous restaurants and selling cooks who are coming to eat until the people pay big bucks.

These people are their amazing cooks...

I bow nervously but peculiarly.

"Oh, that's nice to meet you. My name is Shiro and I am from the village of Vegeta, a wolf (Fenril) tribe, and a chief (...)"

I raised my name with Chief Shiro and greeted him.

When Gau heard, he would have opened his eyes and yelled and killed him.

"Hey, why is there a beast man?

"What!? Oh, um..."

The cooks of the people did not express any interest in the word [chief] either. If this were an Orc, you'd be intimidating me to trespass on how strong it is first.

Ha, Gil is right. Nothing makes sense here [chief].

It's different from the customs of beasts.

"You, can you cook?

When I was upset and two sentences didn't tell me, one cook asked me a question.

He looks sharp and intimidating.

"Hey, are you listening?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, I can."

"Phew, so what's your rank?

"Rank? Uh, what does that mean?

"Come on, seriously. You don't have a national cooking license!

"Oh, but I've been cooking in the village"

"I'm not talking about it. Here, more than a state-designated cooking license A-rank is gathered. I'm not calling you out of rank."

I heard it was out of rank, and the people's cooks are looking at me like I smell frigid.

"But I'm good at cooking."

"I'm not good at it - do you have any experience working in some restaurant?

"There isn't. But I made all the rice in the village."

"Or so. So you know about the [stir-fry] [smoke] [bake] [steam] cycle of cooking, right?

"Is it a cycle...... and what's the point?

"No. There's only one low-level guy in here."

"Oh, what!? But I don't know what cycle means"

"Hey, we're professional cooks in the middle of nowhere. Amateurs, be adults in Sumiko!

I don't like arrogant people.

I can't wait to get hit. Move to the corner for the most part.

And the cycle?

I wonder what that guy's talking about?

There are many different types of ingredients. If you think about size, luster, freshness, and even more temperature and humidity of the same kind… there is no way to cycle for cooking.

The procedure was different that day.

I knew I didn't know people's customs.

Some time after I moved to the end, the people's cooks started cooking.

Let's learn anyway.

What dishes do people's cooks cook?

Have a gymnastic seat and observe people's cooking.

Are you nervous?

That's my first impression.

And......

Too much, this is...... ahhhhhhhh!

Why... no...

Observe people's cooking for thirty minutes.

It's getting more and more intolerable.

The ingredients are screaming.

What a mess, what a mess.

Are people paying a fortune to eat the dishes these people make!

I don't believe it.

Grade A ingredients are ruined one after another.

"Hey, if you cook bad food, you can definitely punish me, right?

"Maybe. It's about those horrible guys. I wouldn't treat dismissal as sweet. Whiplash, no, if you suck, they'll kill you, right?

"Hi-yep! Seriously, horrible."

While cooking, people's cooks are frightened.

... Are these people really cooks?

The first tension I had was no longer sharp. What we have instead is anger and disappointment.

No matter how beaten or insulted he was, he was hella to live.

Because he's weak, he's pitiful, he can't help it.

But they were different when it came to cooking.

Ha, I had these feelings, too.

Heck!

Now what?

It's only natural that if you cook bad food, they'll kill you. Have these people ever cooked without risking their lives? I can only cook dishes that are so unpleasant and bad.

I cook with my life at stake. Every time I make a meal, I put my life into it.

Grandma......

He was sweet and warm, and he watched over me all the time.

It was Grandma who taught me how to cook.

He taught me, a crybaby and a coward, that power is the art of living in a righteous village.

He was a much better cook than me. [M]

Even during famine, inedible, rotten, and roughly inedible ingredients were magically cooked into delicious and nutritious ingredients.

Grandma who was the best and greatest cook......

But no matter how good the cook, the end comes.

Grandma's five senses became dull with each passing year.

My ears got farther, my eyes got harder to see, and at the end of the day, I couldn't understand the taste.

I can't cook anymore.

Yeah, no.

Even if I didn't know how to taste it, I had an abundance of recipes. Experience accumulated over the years was a tricky technique for the brush tongue.

Grandma was an excellent cook.

Yet......

I wish I was alone. [M]

I couldn't replace my grandmother.

The year my grandmother lost her taste, there was a great famine around the village of Vegeta. unprecedented food distress. There was roughly nothing called food.

Rotten food, something roughly inedible, even lacking.

Every village was in distress and food grabbing.

The warriors were hungry and always in a bad mood.

Even the chief was hungry at the time.

It is a miracle, even if a meal could only be served in such a situation.

It's a feat you made because you were a great cook, Grandma.

But my grandmother, whose taste was mahi, cooked some wrong salting that day.

And they threw the food at me for a bad time, and my grandmother... was killed.

Ugh, uhh, shit, shit!!

A-rank cook?

The manager of a famous restaurant?

Which is amateur! No kidding!

These guys know nothing about cooking.

My grandmother, who was a great cook, was murdered, and why are these shitty people getting honor and wanting it?

It's not cooking like this. I'm just taunting the ingredients.

It's sloppy, sloppy.

I get tears.

Regretful, regrettable.

The emotions that were sinking in the depths of my heart swell more and more.

You're not even at Grandma's feet.

Oh, okay. The identity of this anger.

Says these suckers are the best cooks. Says show professional dishes during the pro.

Observe these guys. Okay.

The best cook is Grandma. Nothing else.

I don't deserve to name these guys [the best]. That belongs to Grandma.

I'll show it to Tyrea, who said the food was a hobby. I'll show you the difference in dimensions!

I'll show you the real, ultimate dish!

"Hey, that beast man, he's gonna be so busy."

Ha!?

"Leave me alone. You're shining. More cooking than that. You can't lose your hand."

Return to me the words of the people's cook.

... oh my god!

Calm down, calm down.

Yes, I know. This is just eight wins. It's not these people's fault.

It was because of me, immature, who couldn't replace my grandmother then.

Don't think about your grandmother any more. Makes me crazy to think about.

There was no other way. Once you cook bad food, you die.

Take a deep breath and calm down.

Shh, shh, shh... Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm calm.

It was dangerous. I was about to make the same mistake Gau made before. Even then, he insulted his grandmother and revealed his anger as his emotions were. As a result, he was about to be killed.

This is a stronghold for the harsh Jassin army.

Even though we have to behave more carefully than the village of Vegeta. Never put your emotions on the table.

I have to live.

Seal emotions in the depths of your mind.

Yeah, I don't care about anyone else anymore.

I think Tyrea would definitely kill me if I cooked such an unsavory dish. But it's not what I found out.

I'll do my job.

I was told to stay away from the kitchen, so you can use your handheld knife and pan.

The ingredients...... what do we do?

It looks like it's in a box called [Reizouko], but those shitty bastards will get mad when I get close.

I don't like being beaten up.

Uh-huh!? Right!

There's some ingredients in the trash that the shitty bastards threw away!

The shitty bastards were throwing away more and more ingredients they didn't use for cooking, such as eggplant heta, fat meat, and fish ara.

I thought it was a waste.

Originally, ingredients can be used without excess. If it is also a Class A ingredient, there is no place to throw it away.

I can elevate even industrial waste, which is said to be Class F, to cooking.

When I opened the trash, I heard the ingredients breathing.

Wow.

That's an A-grade ingredient. With all this mischief, it's enough.

Remove the knife and place the pan.

Wait for the surface of the fat meat to change to brown and quickly turn off the water. Then, mix the pieces of cabbage and the shredded eggplant heta with the fish alai and simmer.

Later, look at the timing and extinguish the fire.

Yikes!!

Put out the fire, add two pinches of salt and it's done.

[Alai's Soup]

It was a lot easier than when I was in the village.

The quality of ingredients is too good.

In the poor ingredients of the village, we cannot even make soup stock without building on the thirteenth process.

Looking over, the people's cooks also finished their dishes with potatoes.

We honor each other's good fight.

He said relaxing things like it was an honor to cook all this ingredient, to make it look like it was made up in the Jassin army, to make the best dishes, which I'm sure would be complimentary.

Indeed, the cookware and ingredients were super first-class. However, if the cook dealing with it is third-rate, I can't even look at it.

All the dishes you can't even see.

The ingredients are crying.

People cooks are too low.

The only two of us can barely say cooking.

One, a grandfather with a long mustache.

The name is certain......

"Thanks to you, Mr. Mothikichi, I made the best dishes!

"Right, right. What do you do for fear of punishment! I rarely have the opportunity to handle all this ingredient. You're a good cook. Enjoy, enjoy. You just have to enjoy yourself and cook."

"" Ha!

Yes, it is. The cooks, who feared punishment, were regaining their strength with this man's leadership.

"What do you say? It's the completion of my masterpiece Flower Road."

"Awesome. Yes! What beautiful stir-fried rice."

"Right. Whoever controls the flames, controls the dishes. The basics of cooking are determined by stir-fried rice. Remember."

"Yes, that's the S-class cook, Mr. Taste King Mothikichi. It was perfect stir-fried rice."

"Naturally. If you cook poorly, I apologize to His Excellency Nielsen."

"Right. Mr. Mothikichi came here on the recommendation of the Senior General, Mr. Nielzen."

"Ooh. I fell in love with that guy's stoic sexual roots everywhere. My arm is for him."

"I see. We can't lose for Master Muchen, who recommended us too. Mr. Mochikichi, it's a battle."

"You guys, that's what I'm talking about."

The cooks are thriving, mainly in Mochikichi.

Perfect stir-fried rice? That's not true.

I haven't been able to contain the flames. There is no best fire through all the ingredients. This stir-fried rice is 60 points.

Mothikichi can't deny the feeling that she is still being helped by ingredients. I don't think I'm going to eat until I pay a fortune.

However, well, compared to others, stir-fried rice from Mochi can still be described as a dish.

Because the others are too bad.

And the other one. The best dish yet was a girl with long redhead hair.

I'm sure his name is...

"Hey, can I mess with you?"

"Oh, me?

"That's right. It's you. Did I say Shilo?

"Yes, it's Shilo. Uh, you 're-"

"Atai is Jean"

Yes, it's Jean. He was silently cooking without joining a party of the Mochikichis.

"So, Mr. Jean, what can I do for you?

"What can I do for you... you know what's going on? Looks like he was doing something at the end of the kitchen. If you don't come to the kitchen and cook seriously, you'll be really punished."

"But I'm a beast. Stay away from the kitchen."

"Don't worry about that. Even Atai is a slave. The only thing I care about here is the cooking arm, I guess. Origin has nothing to do with it."

That's what the red-haired girl Jean says.

My mouth is rambling, but this worried me, didn't it?

Glad, because I rarely touch such kindness in the village.

"That's sweet. Thank you for what I did."

"Bye, silly. That's not true. Atai has to show me he's the best cook here. Not if someone is undefeated."

Jean says that with a blush.

"Mr. Jean, but it's okay. The food is complete."

"Finished - you didn't collect enough ingredients."

"That's okay. Could you show me Mr. Jean's cooking more than that?

"Fine. For your information, the recipe is a secret. For a cook, sauce is life."

Observe the dish [sautéed ragged birds] made by Mr. Jean.

It is made by steaming the finest ragged bird breasts, but the grilling of the skin is sweet. The spices packed are also spicidly biased in their distribution. Yet, Shama's leaves are too strong for the overall balance. Now the taste of the sauce is ruined.

As it is, Jean may also be punished......

He is punished and killed.

I thought it wouldn't matter if a human cook died, except for Jean, who was nice to me.

"Mr. Jean, get rid of the shama leaves on the ragged bird right away"

"What? Are you even complaining about Atai's cooking?

"Come on, come on!

"I don't know what to say. Don't interrupt."

Oh, no.

Increasingly, the fragrance is damaged.

I'd like to make it up from scratch instead, but that's against the rules. The least I can do is give you some advice and give you first aid.

"Then you'd better add anchovies and olives and steam them back again"

"You think it's anchovies and olives? What did you just say? Was there a hand in preserving the fragrance?"

Jean understood my advice.

Return the sautéed to the frying pan and begin to re-steam.

I'm going to give Jean step-by-step instructions to cook while I watch it.

"Yes, and then while applying pressure to the breast, do [smoke] and [bake] three to one, and sprinkle the anchovies..."

"Don't you dare say that. I've been demanding some pretty advanced technology."

"… is it advanced"

"Oh, you'll never make it without as much arm as Motikichi's grandfather or Atai."

Jean says so... what I'm talking about is a pretty simple method.

Truth is, I'd have to cook more cynically.

Oh, I want to make it for you already.

And......

[Sautéed ragged birds] was completed.

"Perfect!

It's a failure......

Jean shouted happily perfect, but if you let me tell you, it would be a failure.

The aroma of anchovies is strong.

The formula seemed sweet.

I've never served a dish that I'm so unsure of, even though I instructed people to.

Yeah, it's hard to teach people.

I know how polite and good my grandmother was to teach.

Don't you have time to start over?

"Shiro, thank God. Don't do it. I didn't think Atai's self-confidence would end up like this."

"Uh, I'm nothing... I couldn't help you"

"Dude, I hate being too humble. Anyway, I owe you one. I'll definitely pay back what I owe you."

"Oh, yes...... thank you"

"Hehe, it's the perfect dish. This sauté will be Atai's self-confidence. I'm sure Master Drewas would be delighted."

Drewas!? Mr. Jean was brought here by [General] Drewas.

He's the one Ortizio said was a fucking staff officer or something.

Didn't Ortizio say you could beat the cook Drewas brought in?

Will this have sent salt to the enemy?

Well, that's about as good as this, isn't it?

My [Alai's Soup] won't beat anyone.

Place the Alai soup you made on the tray.

"Hey, Shilo! You, that!

"Yes, what is it?

"What is it - you, that soup, Alai, right? That's a failure! Shilo, this is a place that doesn't get so stylish. I don't know what I'd do if I were to submit a failure."

"Thank you for your concern, Jean. But this is fine."

"No, it's a treat to boil the alai. When Alai boils, the stock is absorbed. With as many arms as you, you can't figure that out... no, right. You couldn't use the kitchen. I guess I just had to boil it in a pot in my hand. All right, use Atai's. submit late in time, but better than submit a failing"

"Mr. Jean, that's okay."

"Oh, hey, wait. Are you sure about this?

Jean advises me in a hurry, but I'm fine.

The finished shape of [Alai's Soup] is that one.

Then kill some time.

Tyrea is eating the dishes we submitted.

My food would be fine.

It can be compared to other dishes.

If you say it's bad and they're gonna kill you, those sucks. If Tyrea is cynical, then Mochikichi will be killed, too.

Mr. Jean's sautéed is subtle.

I think it was more than just cooking because I gave it some first aid.

But did it satisfy you at that level by fulfilling it?

It is not sneaky for a gentle Mr. Jean to be killed.

If I could teach you a better way...

I regret it.

When you're sitting gymnastics in that mood,

I heard footsteps running down the aisle with Don.

"Dear Tyrea, please wait!" Ortizio's voice is also with him.

Could it be that Tyrea is coming here!?

I came here to complain directly, not to use it.

Tension runs on everyone.

More and more doors opened and Tyrea appeared.

She's a blonde.

Wow, beautiful.

Beautiful and long Sarah's hair, just double eyelids and excellent eye and nose.

Surprisingly. Tyrea looked so cute.

Ortizio serves as the monarch. I imagined a more horrible ghostly face.

Not at all like I imagined...... cute.

It's just that that face... are you mad?

At least I can see you're so excited.

Humph and his nose are absurd and his eyes seem to be running bloody.

Oh, I guess I'm here to complain about a bad dish.

Same as when I was a grandmother.

This is why I hate the powerful.

Look at the blood.

Imagine the sight that will happen and look down.

I'm not used to seeing blood.

Bite your lower lip and decide to be ready.

It's okay, it shouldn't be me. I made soup that surpassed the others, not even enough of all the cooks here at least.

And then I hope Mr. Jean didn't cook it.

"Who made this Alai soup? Ooh!

Alai soup!?

I look up to Tirrea's voice in surprise.

Yikes!!

That's the guy I made. Aah! Why, yeah?

Weighting of Power and Destruction What Tyrea had, it was [Alai's Soup] that I made.