Ascendance of a Bookworm

Atashi is Ilse. I'm the cook at the Guild Commander's house.

Huh? I'm not asking a woman how old she is.

Atashi began his quest for his way as a cook, a natural accomplishment because his parents owned a restaurant. I grew up looking at the backs of my parents, who used to do business in the street when I was young, but were able to set up a small shop right next to the East Gate. Because they were planted by my parents, I could cook before I became an apprentice, and I could even account for gold as rarely as my pre-christening child did.

After the baptismal ceremony, Atashi began working as an apprentice at a store she knew her parents, absorbing more and more new recipes. Happy to remember, I liked to think about the recipes you taught me, the recipes I stole while watching on the side, and if I couldn't taste each one better.

Atashi was called out to work in the aristocratic hall while he was walking over here and brushing his arms. I waved my parents to tell them to stop because they might never be able to return to the city again, and went to the aristocratic hall.

Of course, right? What a chance to find out about the recipe in the noble hall.

Atashi steals more and more of the chef's moves as he lowers and dishwashes as the lowest end. The ingredients and seasonings that could be used when it was a noble meal were out of step. The glamour of the plates was also like not being seen in the city cafeteria, every day everything was studied.

But that was only a few years ago.

No matter how much training I did, I couldn't quite get up there. Trying to get up there in the aristocratic hall would have required more than just skill, but also blood muscle and edge.

It was the guild leader who spoke to the stinging Atashi. The truth is, the deputy chef was about to be pulled out, but the chef recommended me a athlete who couldn't go up there with the skill.

I was told to cook a meal equivalent to serving to the nobility for the lady who would go up to the aristocracy once she had grown up. Sooner or later, the lady who will enter the aristocracy alone will not struggle in the future, he said.

You took it on in two replies. The opportunity for Atashi to wield her arms as head chef has come around. Besides, it's a guild director's hall with more money than a lousy junior nobleman, isn't it?

I got the kitchen facilities just like the aristocratic hall, and I got the condiments, and the ingredients. As a cook, it's a rewarding job, and it's the best place to work. To meet the best environment, Atashi sifts his arms every day. Not every day is so fun and fulfilling.

Atashi was confident in his arms.

I was absolutely proud of the recipe I've been scratching.

Yes, not until Mine jumps in.

That was a shock.

Even the guild chief's house is finally supposed to incorporate sugar, but with the seasoning just coming around from the center this way, a great deal of cooking has not yet been established. I was going to try to use it a lot, but it was not well researched.

Yet Mine made a treat out of it as a matter of course. I had no strength, no arm strength, and all I made was a way of giving instructions that I could not give if I didn't know the recipe, though I had a Atashi.

The baked cuttlecurl is a plump, moist dough treat with a good sweetness and a texture that breaks loose in the mouth has never been found in recipes before. Yes, I never even handled it in the aristocratic hall.

But Mayne's identity, taught by the lady, is that of a civilian daughter with a soldier's father and a mother working in a dyeing workshop. Confectionery is not a domestic circumstance that can be applied to a luxury item. It should only be as sweet as the fruit and honey I've picked in the woods.

Where the hell did Mine find out about the confectionery recipe?

I studied the foaming condition of the dough and the temperature of the oven and the baking and subtraction of the cattle curls that Mine taught me. By baking and making it again and again, I was able to enhance it to what I thought was my greatest masterpiece. The lady also finished enough to ask if she could turn this into a product intended for the nobility.

The lady said she wanted Mine to taste it, turn it around well, and buy her rights. Mine, the eater, will surely come looking for a connection with the nobility. I would ask you to cede your rights with regard to Katorkar in exchange for introducing a nobleman with good conditions,.

But the lady's prospects are off, and Mine never shows up when summer approaches. Mine, brought in by a hurried lady with tough measures, came into the reception with such serenity that she did not understand that her life was due.

"There you are, Mine. Nice to meet you. I baked a cattle curl and waited. Let me know what you think."

Mine, who ate katorkar, where Atashi made improvements to his improvements, spoke of further improvements in exchange for sugar.

'When you grate the Felizine skin and add it to the dough, the aroma and flavour change and it tastes good. The flavor changes by adding something else. Do your own research on what would taste better if you put in what ratio. Besides this information, if you have something to serve to your aristocratic counterpart, accompanied by well foamed raw cream or decorated fruit, it will look extravagant'.

Atashi puts a good force into his hand grabbing the ball while making a grated cattle curl of Felizine's skin. Mine, who can speak of sarcasm and improvement, would undoubtedly know many more recipes.

I want a new recipe.

I want a recipe Mine knows about.

"Ilse, Ilse! I brought mine!

The lady opened the kitchen door as she said so with a full smile. The lady who decided to hold what would be her first attempt, a tasting party, has worked so vigorously here recently that she has been surprised. He wielded his entire family and was doing everything in his power to hold it.

The lady has been sick and weak since birth, and when Atashi had just come to this house, she was basically often in the room. I don't think I've changed since I met Mine to the point where I don't think I'm the same person as the lady who had the best hobby of counting gold coins in a large room.

I am now burning with ambition to be an unbeatable merchant to Mr. Benno, who is expanding his power and influence more and more in this city. My family is cooperative with a motivational lady.

"So Mine says kids should be in range, too?

Line up the table in one corner of the kitchen with a smaller cut of the cattle curls made by Atashi.

Mine, who seems to have been brought here today to ask his opinion about the tasting, returns the answer to the lady as she looks around the kitchen in a chirp.

"Exactly impossible for a civilian child to buy. But a merchant's child might know the value of the product or have the money to buy it, right? If you're enough to be an apprentice, you'll be able to read the letters... Most importantly, I don't forget what I ate and liked when I was a kid, even as an adult."

"Is that what this is?

The lady shrugged so, writing something on the wood tag, but Atashi felt so strange. Mine, eating and growing slow, just looks like a kid who hasn't even finished his baptism yet. And yet, isn't that the kind of rhetoric you've ever grown up with?

"And then, not only do I sell a whole bottle of cattle curls, but I think if I sell them one by one for cutting like this, I'll have more buyers because the price can be lowered. My lover and I, or for a baptismal celebration."

"At first, we're going to sell it around the nobility. as an expensive treat."

The lady wants to increase her value by selling exclusively. Mine wants to lower the price a little bit and spread it to a lot of people. Even if a girl of the same age sells the same product, there seems to be a lot of difference in thinking.

"It would be nice to add value in exclusive sales, but this is a treat, and I still think you should expand your purchasing base if you want to increase your visibility..."

"My monopoly period is one year. If you don't like it in a year, it's gonna spread, right? I want to sell around the aristocracy for a year and make it as valuable as I can."

"Huh. If you can get a new seasonal flavor with seasonal fruit or something, you can differentiate it from the rest, and your regular customers will love it."

Seasonal new flavors?

Atashi's ears catch Mine's zero words quickly. Atashi twisted his neck thinking of each seasonal fruit.

"You wouldn't have seasonal fruit in winter, would you? What do you do when you do that?

"Isn't it Paru when I say winter sweetness? And then there's 'Lumtophu'..."

Mine, who was about to say it, suddenly turned hazy and shut his mouth. Looking at Mine with a slight frown over the sudden breakdown of the conversation, Mine crossed his index finger in front of his mouth as he did his gaze here and there.

"... from here on out is paid"

He was obsessed with the conversation and finally realized that he had worn out valuable information. A lady laughs small in the face of a seemingly awkward Mine.

"What information is that? I'm prepared to pay for Mine's information."

If Mine is convinced that it's a fair price, he generally sends it to me with more valuable information than he paid.

The lady said it would be more profitable to put a legitimate price on it and build a friendly and long relationship of trust than just this one getting kettled or tricked into making a profit. The merchant deceived and said nothing about the lady's change. There is just a little something to keep an eye on.

"Uh, I'm saying 'Lumtophu', but to put it simply, it's about the soaking of fruit. It takes time to marinate deliciously, but I think it can also be used for winter cattle curls ingredients"

"How about five large silver coins?

If you can even tell it's soaked fruit, then you can handle the rest with trial and error. Worst of all, the minute Atashi thought of doing something about it even if this business deal didn't come together, Mine looked at the sugar.

"... the fact that there's no sugar out here naturally means there's no way to make or use 'Lumtophu', is there?

While I say pickled fruit in alcohol, they actually use sugar as well. You should hear this. There are still many trials and errors in cooking with sugar, and not many recipes are out there.

As Atashi turned her gaze to the lady, the lady nodded small as well.

"How about eight small gold coins?

"Okay. I'll show you how to make it and how to use it. Until there's sugar around here, you don't need another contract because you can monopolize it, do you?

After matching guild cards and exchanging money, Mine pointed to one pot in the kitchen.

"I need a kettle like that, there's more?

"I'm not using it now, so I can use it. What else do you need?

As Mine told me, Atashi began to move around the kitchen and prepare one after the other.

Wash thoroughly the rutbere, the fruit of the season, cut the hectare, cut it in all sizes, and place it in a bowl. Add almost half the sugar and leave for a while. They leave it until the water comes out of the tray and the sugar feels dissolved.

"Does Mine really know the value of sugar? Are you serious about using so much sugar?

"It's for preservation. If I get laid, the fruit hurts and I can't eat it. Then, if it's not a very tight alcoholic beverage, like distilling the liquor you can put in later, be careful because the fruit will rot."

I think there's something wrong with Mine's sense of money selling rights and recipes and making a lot of money. Do you know the value of sugar traded with silver coins of the same weight and use it with so much dovadoba?

"When you get the moisture out of your tray, put it in this pot and add the alcohol.... er, if you don't put the fruit in until it's soaked properly, the part that's out will grow mold. Then, in about 10 days, I'll add another fruit. Puhur and Brahle are coming out now, right? You pack the summer fruit and eat it in the winter. Oh, yeah, yeah. Fruits like Felizine don't seem right."

The lady will write down the precautions. Atashi also scratched around the contents of the bowl as he engraved it into his memory. I can see a little bit of moisture coming out.

"Are you making one, too?

"Yeah. Because I got sugar before. It's my first challenge, too. You can put it in a cattle curl, or you can use it instead of jam. It tastes good on parfait or ice cream."

Making this would make you look forward to winter, and when Mine was squeaking with an inadvertent smile, the lady looked out for the table, as she hacked.

"I shouldn't. I'm out of line. I brought Mine here to talk about the tasting."

"Oh, yeah. That tasting party, Mr. Benno wants to attend, too. Okay?"

"What?

The lady glanced at Girari and looked at Mine. Mine looks up gently to recall his conversation with Mr. Benno, scratching his cheeks with Polypoli.

"Er, even if we meet for a tasting, it's rare in itself, isn't it? I'm interested in what kind of treats will be sold, but I'm more interested in holding a tasting party than that."

"... it is. Mr. Benno."

A lady I had been thinking about for a while looked up bah. Apparently, I came up with something. The lady turns around and heads to the kitchen door.

"I, my uncle, could ask you. I'll be away for a little while. Ilse, please treat Mine."

The fever seems to have begun to subside even more because of the coming of Mr. Benno, who is burning hostility on his own. Leaving Mine in the kitchen, with the graceful atmosphere intact, the lady leaves with Stasta on her early feet.

"... gone"

"I don't usually act like that."

"That's what Frieda said when she taught Mr. Ilse how to improve Katorkar."

Atashi sighed lightly, pointing out his previous actions to Mine, who giggles when he dulls. Knowing a new recipe makes me unable to stay or stand is something I've been pointing out for a long time, but I can never fix it.

"Your new recipe is bad"

"... Ugh, sorry"

"It's not about apologizing. Atashi wants to know a new recipe. Then eat this and let me know what you think."

Arrange the most basic cattle curls that Mine has taught me, the ones that have been grated with the skin of Felizine for aroma and flavor, the ones that have turned some of the sugar into honey, and the ones with walnuts.

And I softly placed it in front of Mine with tea to match today's cattle curls.

"All of this looks delicious! I'll have it."

Glittering his eyes, Mine holds his cheeks with a mellow smile and indulges in a slow taste of every bite.

I think the good movement and posture of the fingertips manipulating that fork seems like a noble lady who was properly taught manners. At least, it's completely different from the disappointing attitude of the poor who eat less sweetness.

Mine exhaled with satisfaction as he enjoyed his tea with him.

"Am I my favorite of all these is Ferizine's Katorkar?

"Why not?

"I like the scent that spreads in my mouth. … This tea leaf also seems to go well with cattle curls"

Mine shrugged potpourrily as he drank his tea with Cochlear and narrowed his eyes.

"Tea leaves? Isn't it hard to eat?

"... Oh, I said too much"

Hold your mouth just because Mine is gone. Apparently, it was valuable information.

Atashi snorted with Hung, placing the same bag of sugar he had previously given him on the work bench with Don.

"Don't talk to me in exchange for a bag of sugar. Halfway through. If you're making rumtopf, it's time to run out of sugar, right?

Honestly, I didn't have the idea of putting tea leaves in a treat. Confectionery is sweet. I heard the center say the sweeter the better because they use high sugar.

I don't think it will sweeten where I put the tea leaves. And I'm a little short of time to research for myself what leaves to use.

"... if it's a bag of sugar, well, okay. Mr. Ilse would make a delicious treat."

Um, Mine opens his mouth just thinking about it.

"You mix the tea leaves so they don't get palatable. Then you'll have a scented fabric."

"This is tea."

Mine nodded loudly as he took out a jar of tea leaves stuffed in mine. After staring at the bottle for a while, Atashi lit the oven.

Next to Mine eating cattle curls, he starts crushing gorillas and tea leaves. I thought I'd try it quickly. Mine looks at Atashi as he laughs with pleasure, although he will throw out Mine, the guest, but not if it gives him the best taste.

"Hey, Mine. I need to ask you something, okay?

"Yes, what is it?

"Don't you have any secrets about soup as well as sweets?

"Heh!?

With the fork turned, Mine rounds his golden eyes and looks up at his atashi. Atashi raised one eyebrow as he foamed his eggs.

"That's the conclusion, considering the way we reduced our meals when we were staying here. You left only soup, didn't you? I thought you didn't like vegetables, but I generally eat them in other dishes. Do you know any good secrets?

"... that's sharp, Mr. Ilse"

Mine put the fork out of his mouth and gently placed it on the plate.

"Can you tell me?

"Hmmm...... that's a little troubling about soup. Things have changed a little bit before, and I don't like it, but I think I'm going to be associated with nobility, so I'd like to leave my trump card extra in self-defense."

"Right."

He couldn't force himself any further to his weakened expression, and Atashi clasped his shoulders.

I know because I worked in a noble hall. the severity of the identity difference and the danger of cutting it there. It's no surprise you want to keep as many trump cards for self-defense as you want, and you should.

"The recipe for confectionery is available for consultation if it is sold exclusively for a limited time."

"Is that true!?

As Atashi embarked on herself with a bowl in her arms, Mine pulled her body like a little and nodded several times.

"For starters, after Katorkar is on track. Wouldn't it be a good time when Katorkar's exclusive sales ran out?

"Aren't you going to be interrupted by Mr. Benno?

Mine tilted his neck with a coterie when Atashi said so, knowing that the lady was bitter looking and moaning, "All Lutz and Mr. Benno have a monopoly on Mine's knowledge".

"Um, I don't know. I know you look bitter, but can't you get in the way? Honestly, it doesn't make sense to publish a confectionery recipe to Benno."

"Why?

"Mr. Benno still has a shallow connection to the nobility, so he can't get the material and the technology. Looks like we haven't been able to pioneer a route to getting sugar, and Mr. Ilse, a level cook, has to pull it out of nobility, right? Because Frieda said the guild leader pulled it out."

It is no exaggeration to say that I am my own guardian. Atashi is half dismayed by Mine's analysis and judgment of Mr. Benno. He thinks of the person who circulates the information as mine. This might give Atashi a chance to find out about Mine's recipe.

As I sifted the flour into the bowl, I asked him how Mine was doing.

"Is it good to publish the recipe to Atashi?

"I can't make it just because I explained it by mouth that I'm not as skilled a cook as Mr. Ilse. And you want to support it because you're very enthusiastic about research."

Hearing Mine's words made Atashi so happy that he wanted to shout out loud and meaningless words.

The word now is that Mine recognizes Atashi's arm. Because I say to Atashi that he will publish a recipe that he will not publish to Benno.

"... but if I don't get paid to publish the recipe, it's going to be unequal in all sorts of places, so it's kind of hard."

Mine himself doesn't have to weigh in on profits, but his surroundings don't. And Mine's recipe wreaks havoc around him in many ways. Perhaps many non-culinary products have no precedent.

Mixing the melted butter, Atashi tried to hit Mine with what he had always doubted.

"Hey, Mine. Who the hell are you? Where the hell did you get a recipe like that?

"... um... I'm in a dream"

"Ah?

Mine laughed as if he was in trouble at Atashi, who looked awesome because he was kidding.

"... really. It's all I can taste in my dreams now."

Mine's smile grows up, narrowing his eyes to nostalgia and laughing furiously, and he peeps driven by strange anxieties.

After closing his eyes lightly once, Mine looks up and smiles like a child all the way to. But that was a shitty smile I could tell it was a make up laugh.

"If I can, I'd like Papa to spread the recipe and make more and more for a good cook like Mr. Ilse."

Guess it's the part I don't really want to be touched on, and Atashi rides Mine's conversation as he pours the dough into the mold.

"Don't you make it yourself?

"I don't have the arm, I don't have the strength, I don't have the tools, I'm too skilled to reproduce honestly. If I can get a skilled cook to make it, I really want to publish as many recipes as I want. Not at the moment, either."

Mine lowered his brow with a pitiful face as he waved his small hand patterned.

Instead of foaming the eggs, he looks down at Mine's fine poor arms, recalling his lack of arm strength and strength, which prevented him from even mixing the flour. I wouldn't be able to cook any dishes with it.

"Tell me whenever you want to eat. I'll make you as many recipes as you want."

Reproducing a recipe that says it only exists in Mine's dreams is very heartwarming.

Oh, I'm looking forward to it. What the hell kind of recipe sleeps in that?

Watching Mine taste a little bit of cattle curls, Atashi stuck a new tea-leaved cattle curl in the hot oven.