A Mid-level (Middle-aged) Office Worker’s Laid-Back Industrial Revolution in Another World

"Oh... my God!?

I'm done eating lasagna and pudding. My wife gets discouraged.

"Hey, Takeo is awesome, right?

The chef is nibbling.

"It's not amazing! Master Kitamizato is a genius!

"Master Takeo is amazing, isn't he?

Hilda is also nibbling.

"Takeo cooks these dishes and calls them 'home cooking'?

"Well, the cooks will cry.

I'm going to cry with emotion, too.

"Takeo says he wants to push his diet up to culture.

"What I want is to see my cooking, my cooking methods, and see what the cook feels and what he creates next."

"... it's too demanding... to imagine the development of this dish.

I don't know if I can even catch up... "

My wife sighs.

"You said if you're just going to imitate it, you're going to call it 'people who cook well'.

Hilda devours the chase.

"... Master Kitamizato is a ghost.

Could it be that... even more Kitamizato-sama has a new recipe sleeping in her head?

"I guess..." Make it before I make it, right? 'You said so.

The chef says with a bitter smile.

I hear that word, and my wife is even more dismayed.

"Huh... so why were you happy to see Hilda???

"Mm-hmm... you said you had a good idea.

I imagined that Hilda prototyped something that I didn't taste good, but Takeo was asking me what I thought and made more than delicious.

"Yes. Hilda, what did you think?

"He said it would look interesting when the pasta was staged.

"It's not so much a bizarre... it's a thought that everyone thinks about once and fails to give up.

"Right? Takeo doesn't create dishes from cooking, there's a verse about cooking from cooking.

"... genius... you have a soft idea.

Normally, you look at the ingredients and decide to cook... but you think about cooking and then you decide on the ingredients.

"Right. Hilda, if you want to be a cook, you're gonna have to learn all kinds of cooking methods to catch up, okay?

"Yeah, I know.

"That's not all.

Eat all kinds of dishes, remember the flavor, try to make the same flavor... you have infinite to do.

"After all?"

Hilda laughs bitterly.

"You have to eat every dish and practice as you always think.

It's just... Hilda, she's just a kid, and... is that good enough to stain the dishes?

"That's right. Takeo seems to expect Hilda too, but he doesn't seem to be willing to force it.

"Really? Some kids go into the kitchen about me, right?

Hilda says wonderfully.

"If you're a greedy person, you'll raise a child you like to keep for yourself, but...

Takeo wouldn't think about that, would he?

You feel like doing what you want.

"If you work out, you might be able to fix your mind.

Let go of the way Kitamizato educates you.

You can do it if you want, you don't have to if you don't want.

That's tough from a cook.

"Really?? Are you sure you want to be free?

"... this way of educating, it turns out to be extreme.

It's a mechanism that can't be achieved without terrible self-management.

However, if you can do it properly, it is a first-rate education.

"Mm-hmm... I don't know.

Hilda is troubled but doesn't seem to have an answer.

"Well, you just have to take your time.

We don't need to rush yet.

In the meantime, we'll tell you.

"Yeah! Okay.

Hilda answered with a full smile.

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Two men, deeply dressed in robes, sit in the woods a little further away from the city where the Elvis mansion is located, surrounded by a burning fire.

"Again, you were a complete defeat..."

"I didn't know... there wouldn't be that much damage."

"... pissed off?

"On the contrary... I was impressed.

"Well... if you're not mad at me, okay..."

"For the time being... I don't get my hands on Elvis Mansion.

"I guess... is there a rematch (revenge)?

"In our generation... not.

"Really... are we going for Count Godwin's mansion next?

"New directive.

"Hmm?"

"The three Count Mansions adjacent to the Demonic Kingdom do not hold hands.

"Adjacent to the Willip Union... the Count Territory is the next target.

"It sounds interesting to go from being vigilant to looking loose... or, conversely, to setting up a Willip Union.

"Directive... only obey.

"Oh. But it's also the hands that set up the Willip Union to stir up their hatred...

"... I'll tell him.

"Ha... take it on vacation too..."

"Delicious stuff... eat.

"Right. I have some downstairs prep... relax or..."

The two extinguished the fires and went astray into the darkness.