Ascendance of a Bookworm

The kitchen handling the ingredients was thoroughly cleaned over several days. In parallel, cooking tools and dishes are transported into the kitchen and firewood and ingredients enter one underground warehouse after another. And through Benno, there was a calculation for the cook to work in our kitchen.

From the day I found the kitchen, I began making natural yeast in my house. If a professional cook can bake it, I want fluffy bread.

Benno taught me to buy a glass container for storage that could have a lid in a store that handles glass. This time I would like to make natural yeast in the seasonal trebe.

Boil and disinfect the glass bottle, wash and add the hectare cut trebe, water and sugar to cover. Later, shake the bottle several times a day, open the lid and let it come into contact with the air, while waiting for the yeast liquid to form.

It will take about five days, but once fully fermented and eventually filtered, the yeast solution is ready. Wholemeal flour and water were added to the yeast solution and mixed to make bread seeds as they were put to sleep and sprinkled.

Fluffy bread is also unusual in aristocratic houses. I have eaten white bread made of wheat alone in the house of the guild chief, but that white bread was not as fluffy as I would have liked either.

If you can ferment it thoroughly with natural yeast and make fluffy bread, it will be a strong appeal. And if I make and manage natural yeast and bread seeds, only bread should soon be a strength that cannot be imitated.

Though I don't know if it will go according to that calculation.

Upon informing Benno that the bread seed had been raised, Benno quickly brought the cook to the temple room. She's still a young early teenage girl who seems to be an apprentice with a guy around 20. Once these two remember to some extent, they're supposed to let the next person in.

"Hugo, you're going to tell me about the aristocratic recipe here. so that you learn well.... Dear Mine, this is our cook and Hoogo. And I'm Ella, an apprentice who works as an assistant to Hugo."

Benno introduced me to the cook, so I wanted to say hello or so, but all I had to do was snort in silence, and Fran would do all the answers. Because I am a blue witch, that is why I behave like a nobleman.

"You're Hugo and Ella. Now let me show you the kitchen."

The cook is always told to pass the franc when giving instructions, and the cooking method takes the form of the franc reading out the recipe I wrote down on the wood tag. Gil can't read the letters yet, so I just have to leave it to Fran to interact with the cook.

"The first thing I want you to remember is hygiene control. Keeping cookware and dishes clean. The kitchen shall also be kept in its current condition and polished up. Always clean your body before coming here, always wash your clothes and do not enter or leave the kitchen with dirty clothes or body. May I?

"Yes!

It would be very acceptable to be told to do the same thing in an Italian restaurant if you tapped the hygiene concept here.

I am not going to make the Italian restaurant that I am going to make, replacing the plates with the hard bread of the kachikachi, and the food that I no longer want will be dropped on the floor and made into a shop that will feed the dog. Until then, if I say it's a culture here, I don't think I need that culture in a fancy dining room serving noble meals.

I really wanted to start with consomme making, but Benno says he wants to have lunch that he can make, so consomme making that takes too long is tomorrow. Sometimes I use the oven for the first time today, and I want to start with making pizza. I mean, I want to eat.

"Okay, let's make you a pizza today. First, put a fire in the oven."

"Yes."

Under Fran's instructions, the two carry firewood from the basement and put fire in the oven. The firewood oven takes time to warm up, so putting the fire in will be my first job. The procedure is the same as putting a fire in it, so it was done quickly.

"Wash your hands before touching ingredients"

The fabric making of pizza began as Benno and I sat at the table for servants and watched. Since the ingredients used are prepared by me and Fran and arranged on the table in advance, it is like a cooking show.

Put the natural yeast I have brought, salt, sugar and warm water in a bowl with flour in turn, to ferment all the way through. Hugo raised his face and exhaled gently.

"This is as powerful as when you make bread."

"You can think of it as something similar. If you do this often, leave it like this for a while and let it ferment. In the meantime, you will make sauces with pome and chop vegetables to be used as ingredients for pizza and soup"

Appropriately chop the yellow tomato fritter pome peeled from the water and let it simmer in a weakened fire, chopping more and more vegetables to be used as ingredients.

"Mr. Hugo, you're going to handle Riga."

"Please."

Ella uses a large knife that I still can't hold, without difficulty, and does it quickly under Riga, a white radish with a garlic-like flavor. Hoogo chops bacon, onion-like laniers, carrot-like melons, and mushrooms one after the other as directed. The gesture of cutting vegetables was just as fast as it could be praised to be in office, and I exhaled with admiration.

"Dear Benno, you're a better cook than I expected."

The moment I spoke, Hugo and Ella looked back at this one as a vick. I should have complimented you, but when the air freezes and I see the two faces tense, I realize that what I said was a failure.

"It's a waste of time, Master Mine.... We both got compliments."

Benno's follow-ups dissolve the pimply and frozen air. After Hugo and Ella loosened their expressions like a ho and said, "It's a waste of time," they started carving vegetables with serious eyes again.

"Keep your mouth shut," Benno showed me in a sneak gesture, and I nodded deeply.

I'm sorry. 'Cause I didn't think the compliments would solidify me that way.

After cutting the vegetables, have Hoogo treat them under the bird meat and shake the salt and liquor on the thinly shredded breast. Ella had herbs ready to taste good when paired with meat.

"I'm going to make you some soup"

The recipe I wrote was a salty vegetable soup that sliced and simmered the bowels to taste. I want you to know that if you simmer properly, the flavor will come out of the vegetables.

"Keep the soup simmering, will you? Don't throw away the boiling juice."

"Are you going to simmer like this?

Fran's instructions made the two cooks look suspicious. Still, can't you go against the nobility, keep cooking with your troubled, disgusting face. He has the same face as my old mother who watched me make soup beside him.

"Ella, would you please take the soup's ash juice? Hugo, the pomesauce is boiling, so add the liga and the oil there and mix well. So the sauce is complete. Oh, it's about time the fabric was good."

In response to one flying instruction after another, Hugo moves on to the task of degassing the fermented and swollen pizza dough, splitting the dough in half and stretching it.

"Apply the pomesauce you can on the rounded spread fabric and put the ingredients on here"

As Fran told me, Hugo applied pomesauce and put bacon, onions and mushrooms on it. Apply pomesauce to the other dough and place breasts, onions and herbs on it. And when you have plenty of cheese on both, put it in the oven.

I noticed Ella staring at me to steal a look at the situation. I sneak ale in my heart to a strong eye filled with the same uplifting spirit as Ilse, who had preceded Turi and new recipes talking about sewing with Corinna.

If I had the time, I wanted to make mayonnaise and even a calfe salad that wasn't a potato salad, but in my first kitchen, in the nervous state of making dishes that I had never made while the aristocrats watched me, I couldn't help but go as planned. Fran nodded small as he snuck out a sign to Fran to reduce the number of dishes.

"It looks like the soup has simmered well, so take a look at the flavor and adjust the taste of the salt"

Hoogo took a little soup on the small plate on Fran's words and put on a fearful mouth. The moment I get into my mouth, I open my eyes and solidify. It took me a little while to gobble and swallow whether I was rolling over my tongue to taste it slowly.

"... what, this?

Tickle and taste again with a small grunt.

One more time.

If they tasted it with that momentum, the moment they thought the soup was going to decrease considerably, Ella slapped Bassi on Hugo's back.

"Mr. Hugo, you're eating too much! What about salt addition and reduction?

"Whoa!?... Ah, ah"

Hugo frowns ghoulishly as he compares a small plate to a pot of soup. Probably the first taste I've ever had. I think it's hard to add flavor to that.

"A little more. Just a little bit."

A pinch of salt at his nervous, trembling fingertips, scratched around, and Hugo saw the flavor again.

"Okay."

"Let me also taste the sea urchins"

I held my mouth and laughed at Ella as she took a small plate with her face like a dog waiting to be baited. If I laugh here, the air must freeze again.

Ella, who had a little soup in her small plate, took a sip and let her face shine.

"Wow! What is this!? Wow, yummy! The taste of vegetables, right? It's sweet and the taste of the intestinal meat melts into the soup... I can't believe it tastes so good so far with a little saltiness!

"Calm down, Ella"

Fugo holds down Ella's shoulder, excited and quick to complain about the deliciousness to Fugo. He looked at me for a moment and seemed to try to draw Ella's attention with his gaze, but he didn't get through to Ella, who was happy with the discovery of a new flavor.

"You can't stay calm! Isn't that a big discovery!

"Please, just calm down. In front of your nobles."

"... ah..."

Ella, all blue, looked at me. I said nothing, but the air froze again.

You can be enthusiastic at work. Keep up the good work, I'd say, but what is the right thing to do with nobility at a time like this?

Fran approached me, "I was impressed with my work enthusiastic cook. I'm looking forward to your upcoming meal, will you tell him?" whisper.

"Yes, I did. Dear Mine, Benno, it's time to support your meal. Please wait in your room"

That's what Fran said and indicated the door. Then Gil, standing there, gently opens the door.

Half-compulsory to exit, I offered my hand to Benno to escort as I stepped out of the chair with a grumpy heart.

Fran, who gives instructions for cooking, can't leave the kitchen, so it's Gil's job to follow him to the room. Close the kitchen door and walk behind me. Me, I'm working, and I couldn't help but laugh at the way you seem to be good at it.

The table in the room is lined with vases and lunch mats, cutlery, where the flowers are lived, as I have specified, and juices are prepared to moisten the throat. All of this was prepared by Gil while we were in the kitchen on a cooking tour.

"Thanks, Gil"

Gil kneels on the spot, laughing more at him. It is this attitude of praise that has become an implicit understanding in the last few days. "Well done. You did your best," Gil laughs contentedly if you stroke his head.

The cook is coming from the outside, so Gil's hair with a phosphor yesterday is saggy. It feels really good.

And I reached the table, and drank a drink, and exhaled ho. I know my identity, so to speak, being surrounded by my body, I drop my shoulders and zero stupidity.

"The lady gets tired. I want to chat. I'd like to cook with you."

"Give it up. It's a place for them to train you to behave like an aristocrat, just as it's all about studying and training, the kitchen of aristocrats, the cuisine of aristocrats, the environment where the aristocrats are. Don't show any gaps in the temple, Azuma."

"Ugh...... I'll try."

Take a slow, deep breath and stretch your spine. When I regained my temper as a lady, the kitchen door downstairs sounded open. Looks like Fran brought the meal, and Gil stood still at the edge of the room.

"Fran, I'd like a tray for dessert."

"Yes, sir."

The sugar in the kitchen here was brought by me from home, and Benno hasn't gotten the sugar yet. I'll keep the sweets until Benno gets the sugar route.

Unlike winter, now is a good time for fruits, but I want sugar to be purchased by the time the restaurant is ready.

Fran lines the table with two kinds of pizza and soup.

Was it a little overcooked? So much so that the pizza was ready. There was scorching at the dough, and the smell of roasted cheese spread with fluffy, shaky hot air. The bacon was still making tiny noises, and the bird meat was seen oiled on the surface.

Both pizzas look delicious. Benno was also shining his eyes in anticipation next to mine, gleaming at the smell of roasted cheese.

"We thank and pray for the will of the Gods, the Supreme God who presides over the high pavilion sky, the Great God of the five pillars who presides over the wide and hospitable earth, who graces tens of millions of lives as our food, and we receive this meal"

Speak of the pre-meal prayer you remember over the course of a few days and eat only me and Benno freshly made.

Others must be lowered as God's grace. I'd love to eat with you anyway, and although it doesn't feel very good to me to give it down, I can't help it because that's where the Blue Witch stands.

With Fran on his side, and served, I drank soup. It had a gentle flavour that was summed up in salty flavours with a good meat and vegetable sweetness, making it feel the same as the soup I eat at home. I prefer it to be a little saltier, but I'll expect that next time.

"... that's good"

"It tastes like vegetables a lot, doesn't it? Ilse has also shown interest."

"Ho? Isn't that unusual?

If I tell him it's a soup that's not even in the aristocratic recipe over the distance, it seems to have been accurately communicated to Benno, and he stares at the soup.

"Think of this as pizza, like bread."

I cut the cut pizza lightly with a fork for my hand, and eat and show it. Benno put the bacon pizza in his mouth in the same way.

"Fit your mouth?

"... I was surprised by the taste more than I imagined"

And I looked up at Fran, when I had him put two slices in Benno's plate, one slice at a time.

"Fran, I will grant you God's grace. And pay for dessert."

"Thank you, I know."

Put it this way, you'll be able to eat cooks and side servings while it's warm.

Fran and Gill took the rest of the dish and went down to the ground floor and the door sounded closed. Next moment, yah! and Ella's bounced voice echoed. Apparently, a tasting session started quickly. I can hear you gawking and having fun.

While the other one is passionate about cooking, it's just right for a secret story.

"Mr. Benno, is this pizza or soup going to be a product?

When asked while eating Momogu, Benno also nodded as he roamed the pizza.

"Be. It was my first taste, but it's good.... I feel like the pizza is softer than the bread I ate at the Noble Dinner."

"Thanks to natural yeast"

"What, is that?

"Not to be left out of other stores… even if the cook who taught the recipe was pulled out, this is the secret to the advantage"

I also give money to Italian restaurants. If you don't make a profit, you're in trouble.

"The soup just gave the vegetable a taste, so if you want to imitate it, I think other people will be able to imitate it soon. When they start to imitate us, we prepare soups of different flavors to compete with diversity."

"Ho...... But we don't have many cooks, okay?

"I think it's okay to have a small number of cooks in the form of seasonal course dishes."

When I answered, Benno groaned and scratched Gashigashi's head.

"... it's getting ridiculous that I'm worried about it alone. It seems easy to use you to solve a pile of problems."

"What is it, that?

"It's not about talking here. Come back to the store."

We're both done eating, so ring the bell that was ready at the table. Then Fran and Gill came up with dessert. He clears the dishes and sets aside the dishes served with dessert instead.

"Fran, were you satisfied with the flavor?

Fran is the most knowledgeable of our aristocratic cuisine. I am only getting what I want to eat made, and not like the actual aristocratic dishes.

"... very tasty. It is not a traditional aristocratic dish, but it seems to be a flavour that can be of interest to those aristocrats who prefer new things."

"Yes."

"The cook was also eating with interest and was motivated to make it again with a review to come, so they will likely work enough from tomorrow"

On the other hand, I'm glad that everything is going well, and I don't feel like I'm forgetting something.

"What is it, Master Mine?

"... I feel like I've forgotten something, but I wonder if Fran can think of anything?

"What have you forgotten, is it?

"Yeah, about the temple, I think I forgot something..."

Next to Benno eating dessert, Fran and I were thinking, we made a loud noise with Byrne and the entrance door opened.

"It's all your fault!

Oh, I thought about it. I forgot about Delia.