Ascendance of a Bookworm

"This is called 'potato salad'. Boil and crush calfe potatoes, add other vegetables, soothed with 'mayonnaise', does it suit your mouth?

"It's my first taste, but it's not bad. Um, not bad."

Apparently, Zilvester really liked it.

Speaking of which, even when I first made mayonnaise at Lutz's, I was thrilled by the Lutz brothers. I thought you said you could eat vegetables that didn't taste good or were a little bitter.

By the way, I have never made it myself since I became mine. Mayonnaise needs fresh eggs, vegetable oil, vinegar and salt, and it's so hard to mix it, I can't make it without a hand mixer.

The vegetable salad was left unattended, and your father, who saw Zilvester eating all the potato salad, put the potato salad in his mouth and nodded as he bit it off several times.

"... sure, it's my first taste, but it's not bad"

After seeing the two reactions, the clergyman put a pretty small bite in his mouth. Though I barely get it on my face, I think he was satisfied because the next bite was huge.

Benno, who, like me, watched the reaction of the three senior nobles, lowered his shoulders slightly as he was horrified, and began to put his mouth on his plate. Benno, Guild Chief and Frieda have eaten the cook's practiced stuff many times, so they look delicious, but have no particular look of surprise.

"Please try your salad, adoptive father"

I give my voice to Zilvester, who tried to replace the potato salad. Zilvester hasn't got his hands on steamed chicken salad yet.

You don't like vegetables very much, narrow your eyes a little and Zilvester poked the salad. After the sound of shaking and chewing, Zilvester blinks several times and eats another bite.

"Rosemaine, this salad is very good, too. What sauce are you putting on?

"It's 'Herbal Dressing'. This time it's a mixture of vegetable oil, salt, citrus fruit juice and edible herbs, but the mixture gives it a variety of flavors."

Sauces that are made by simmering once are predominant here, and there are many things that are made with gravy. Sprinkle with vegetables like gravy sauce. Delicious things are delicious, but by the time I eat they are often white and oily, and I don't really like them.

"What's that white thing on this vegetable? It also looks like chicken, but it's soft and tastes different"

"You're right about chicken. It would take a lot of work to get down there, but it would be delicious, wouldn't it?

"Uhm."

Gilvester, who doesn't seem to like vegetables, finished all the salad and tried to ask Fran to replace it.

"My adoptive father, when you're hungry here, you won't be able to eat any other dishes, will you?

"Mmm, you sure do"

And I took the fluffy bread in my hand, so that others could take it, and I broke it into bites. When the still warm bread is chipped, it is freshly baked with hot air and the sweet smell characteristic of the bread rises fluffy.

Throw it in your mouth and it spreads a soft texture and warm sweetness in your mouth along with a delicious smell.

... Oh, it tastes like hoogo.

With my vision of cheeks loosening to exquisite baking additions and familiar flavors, it was Frieda who gained momentum and bread. They waited for me to eat.

The moment Frieda still took the warm bread in her hand, she looked at the bread and me like a little. He seems surprised by the softness, and moves his hands gently to rub the bread to check the softness.

Then I sliced a bite and put it in my mouth. While he was eating, his right hand held his mouth, keeping a light eye on him. Gradually, those brown eyes increase their radiance, so that you can see how they are doing the calculations in your brain.

"Dear Rosemaine, I've never had bread that was so fluffy and soft and sweet without chewing. What secret recipes do you have? We'd love to handle it in our shop."

Frieda's eating up. I just gave him the natural yeast in kind, and I didn't even teach the Hoogos how to make it, so I thought I would definitely want it.

Now, thinking about what to say and say no, Niyali and Zilvester laughed.

"Did I say Frieda? Unfortunately, that is an impossible consultation. This bread is a secret recipe to surprise the nobles this winter."

Say yes, and the dark green eyes turn this way and gleam. I originally intended to use fluffy bread to reinforce my position as adoptive daughter of a lord, so there is no difference in that rejection complaint.

"My adoptive father is right. I made it special today because my adoptive father and father are here, but it's going to be the winter social world that's going to make this bread widely known."

"I was."

Too bad, laughs Nicole and Frieda says, eating another bite of bread. The cook today shouldn't have Ilse, so I'm sure he wants to feed Ilse as well.

"Good things are good..."

The father, who took the third bread he had replaced and sliced it in half and put it in his mouth, shrugged and roared.

"It's too soft, it doesn't seem enough for me. Eat it, eat it, I don't feel like I'm eating enough."

I would have that opinion because biting gives me satisfaction and fullness. Your father wrote in his brain that he liked hard bread. If I can eat until I'm satisfied with your father's momentum, my food bill is going to be a big deal.

"This is consomme soup"

From the moment the wagon enters the room, the smell of attracting consciousness drifts. A large soup kettle was placed on the wagon and brought in a carefully simmered and concentrated consomme soup.

No vegetables or anything, just a clear amber soup. It is a soup you will never taste around here where it is natural to simmer vegetables once and discard the broth.

"Smells good, but nothing in it, huh?

When I saw the soup I had Fran pour on me, Zilvester turned his eyes round. Here it is decided that the soup is a dish containing boiled vegetables until it is crusty. There is no invisible soup of ingredients.

"You don't have it in there, you know the flavor better. I think it's delicious and surprising."

I put my face a little closer and enjoy the smell lightly. I smelled intense like spit in my mouth. When you spoon into the amber liquid, which you can see at a glance was carefully and carefully filtered, the surface sways loosely and the aroma widens even further.

And then I put the spoon in my mouth and poured the consomme in. Indulge in slowly rolling the flavor over your tongue. Though dark and savory, the aftertaste leaked an unexpected sigh of admiration at the strange and refreshing taste of double consomme.

Hugo seems to have worked a lot harder for me. Is it a difference in experience, honestly, many times better than the consomme Ella made?

"Well, I'll have one too"

Zilvester took a bite, opened his eyes, took another quick bite, and frowned. Then take another bite and move your mouth mumbling as you lean your neck.

"What does this taste like?

"It contains all kinds of meat and vegetables. This soup concentrates all the flavours. It's also used to flavor a variety of dishes."

The clergyman also eats consomme soup with an inexplicable frown. Just looking at the expression, it doesn't seem very tasty, but seeing how my hands are progressing, they seem to think it tastes good.

"Dear Ferdinand, it's a difficult face, but it fits your mouth?

"Mmm?... Hmm. I think this is a really beautiful dish"

Beautiful?

Tilting his neck at what he regarded as beautiful, not delicious, the chief cleric wiped his mouth with a light napkin and explained.

"Oh, beautiful. If you take a sip, you'll see that a variety of ingredients are used for the depth of that flavor, right? Each flavour is flavoured, enhanced, and concentrated. Nonetheless, there is nothing in the soup and it is clear enough to see to the bottom. It has a very highly completed beauty"

I didn't think you'd be told so much rap. You would definitely think I liked it a lot.

"Thank you for waiting"

Wagons come in at the same time as that voice. One of the main dishes, macaroni gratin, came out. This is baked in a small cocot-shape made of ceramic and contains a cocot-shaped inside a wooden vessel with a handle so that it can be held by hand.

"This brown vessel is so hot, take care never to touch it. Put your hands on this part of the tree when you eat."

Gratin found out at a glance in everyone's eyes that he had just left the oven. Still making noises, the white sauce boils up and the cheese on top is moving. I can't wait to smell the burnt cheese spreading with the white hot air.

There was no macaroni with holes, so this time it was hand-beaten pasta and I had the falfalfale made. This goes well with white sauce, and the sauce in the hole is hot and unintentional and doesn't burn your tongue. Perfect.

"Rosemaine, is this a cheese grill?

"It's a little different, but it feels similar. Eat carefully to avoid burning your tongue"

There are also several dishes in the aristocratic district that are cooked with cheese on birds and vegetables, and I have eaten things like meat sauce. But I never tasted white sauce. I don't know if it doesn't exist or if I don't happen to eat it.

After trying to gently wrap the hot, thick stretching cheese around the falfalfalfale, I breathed a light breath into my mouth. Happiness spreads through my mouth with a rich taste. Because the original ingredients taste slightly different, the flavors that can be made are still different, but this is a recipe from Reina-era Mother.

"Rosemaine"

Gilvester stares at me with a gleefully frowned face.

"Where are the similarities? Isn't it a completely different dish from grilled cheese?"

"You put cheese on it, and you bake it in the oven, so it's similar, right?

"Other than that, it's completely different. What's all this white stuff? I liked this."

I chose a menu that seemed to like kids as much as possible, but they were successful. I laughed small at Zilvester, who shrugged and showed off the white sauce, gleaming my eyes.

"This says' white sauce '. It's butter, milk and flour seasoned with salt."

There still didn't seem to be any white sauce around here.

Your father took a bite of gratin and put the fork down. I thought you didn't like it, and when I turn my gaze, I look at this one with a serious face.

"While Rosemayne was at home, I ate some rare treats that her cook said she made, but she didn't eat the food except what came out of the baptism ceremony. Was this also made by Rosemaine's cook?

Your father took a glimpse of me. In response to the word "sweet," Zilvester, no? and raised his face, but ignore it, and converse with your father.

"Mother does nothing more far-fetched than leave cooking to the cook who took her for the first time. I've made and served confectionery many times, gained credibility, and I've just recently started exchanging confectionery recipes. The food is still coming, and so on."

"I see."

Mother gave priority to exchanging recipes for the treats she serves at the tea party, so she should have barely exchanged recipes for the dishes yet. I also hear that the baptism ceremony was mostly a treat for Ella. I lost consciousness because I couldn't eat any dishes.

"We will replace the escort"

Brother Cornelius, who finished his meal earlier, came in with a very satisfied face. Although the escort knight is required to eat quickly in order to take turns eating, this time the contents of the meal served should be the same. From where I'm stroking my stomach, he ate a gut.

Instead, Brother Eckhardt, who had just been watching everyone eat, left the room early, with his expression unbroken. Outside the door Darmuel and Brigitte are taking turns.

Wagons came in again to replace Brother Eckhardt. The second main dish is meat.

"I thought you might want a meat dish, and I prepared it. It's" Stewed Hamburger. "

"Ho."

I thought you might like the contented elementary school boy, Zilvester. As expected, my eyes shine on meat dishes.

Actually, if you want to make hamburgers, it's hard because it's also manual to mince meat. It is very different from the Reino era, which would be good if you bought it.

But the Hoogos did their best. He slapped me with a knife and made it for me. If I cut it, I'll have some trollies, some cheesy hamburgers.

Here we peel the yellow tomato-flavored vegetables, called pome, and simmer the chopped object in consomme, where we cook the surface and add the scorched hamburger, simmer even further, into a simmering hamburger of pome sauce.

Me and Frieda's hamburger, already full, are about half the size of the others.

If I put a knife in a small, round hamburger, served on a plate, the clear gravy poured out and a moment later the yellow thick cheese came down zero.

"Something's come up!?

"It's cheese."

If you move the knife, the cheese that came out of the melt will shake every bit. Intertwine the sauce and cheese in a hamburger cut into bite-sized pieces and place in the mouth.

"Mm-hmm. Yum."

I can't wait to see Pomesauce using premium quality consomme.

Couldn't wait, Zilvester cut the hamburger right off and put it in his mouth. I opened my eyes wide and nodded a few times.

"Oooh...... This is good. My favorite ever."

"If you were an adoptive father, I would have thought you would have said that. Glad you like it."

Your father and the chief cleric are eating silently. Your father has a big mouth and a gut. The Chief Cleric is gentle with a flowing, graceful knife. But the hamburger runs out of the plate fast.

"How was it, Master Ferdinand?

"You're using earlier soup for the sauce, right? Tasteful and really good. I didn't expect it to be applied in this way..."

The Chief Cleric seems to really like Consomme. He began to talk about the beauty of consomme soup with a taunt.

... Oh, yeah. Beautiful. Mogumo, hamburger, yum, no.

At the end of the main dish, Zilvester had a blissful look, but this is not the end. I still have dessert left.

I'm already full too, but dessert is another belly. I can go. I can still go.

"This will be your dessert"

It was Leon who pushed the first wagon in as the suppliers lowered the plate and moved around to the tea branch. The wagons are lined with shortcakes decorated with seasonal fruit cut into squares of about 5 cm.

It's a completely strawberry shortcake, like a red, shiny trebe sitting in the middle of a flourishing bright white raw cream.

In fact, it is very difficult to succeed in this sponge cake. When they say it's hard, it's the oven. Temperature regulation is not easy, so it doesn't quite taste like great success. If you succeed, though it is very tasty.

As far as how and how big the cake is this time around, maybe the ends must have gotten too baked and stiff. I think I brought only the delicious part to eat.

The next wagon came in. It's a cake that was supposed to be made in advance for when the sponge cake failed. milk crepe at my liking. It is a cake that is layered thinly between the crepes with raw cream.

To give it its appearance of beauty, the sauce of the orange fruit juice called Ferizine boiled in sugar is applied to the top to illuminate it. This Felizine adds a refreshing aroma and flavor of summer fruit.

The last wagon that comes in is put on a cattle curl with lots of distilled liquor and tea leaves for men who aren't so good at sweets. This was baked by Ilse in advance and she's been put to sleep all day, so the flavor should be moist and tame and tasty.

"Choose what you like"

When Leon, who serves him, lined up the wagon sloppily and asked which one was better for Zilvester, he began to worry seriously as Zilvester glanced at the cake that was put on each wagon.

Maybe in my mind, "It's all. Give it all to me," you must be saying. Leon can obey me if he normally speaks this out, but he hasn't even asked me to, but his salary can't speak up.

Staring at Zilvester, who can't choose even though she's already ready for tea, makes Leon look twilight on the way. He asked me for help with his gaze alone.

"You don't have to worry so much, adoptive father, you just have to choose what you care about, right? Even if you choose all of them, they are cut into small pieces in advance so that they can be served on a plate."

"Right! All right, then."

There was sunshine. That's what I said with my face, and Zilvester snorts satisfactorily. The contents are really elementary school boys.

Well, the first lord to be served answered "all," making it easier for all others interested to see the flavor, so let's be good.

I chose the milk crepe as planned because I had Ella make a shortcake during this time. The chief priest and father had chosen all kinds, Benno both had cattle curls, and the guild chief and Frieda had chosen shortcakes.

Enjoy a little cake while you drink tea. The flavor of Felizine in the understated sweetness is pleasant.

Between me and Benno, who are eating every treat and dish during the tasting phase, there was a neat after-dinner air, sharing an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Compared to eating one by one, the air is different from that of a Zilvester who is frowning, or enjoying himself with his eyes closed, or a cleric who is eating a little cake with a difficult face, or a father who quickly ate everything.

That was delicious. I'm glad you're satisfied with your first customer... I'm in a good mood.

Flattening all the desserts, the tea-drinking Zilvester gave a satisfying grin.

"Lunch today was really meaningful. Honestly, I was wondering what I could serve to a dining room in Lower Town, but it was delicious that betrayed my expectations"

"I'm afraid so."

The words that came out of Benno's mouth, which were left unscrupulous, contain a sense of universality.

Guild chiefs and Frieda also had a smile on their minds that they were able to have a successful big event: a dinner party with their lords.

"Expect the future of this Italian restaurant"

After saying that, Soo Jilvester tightens his expression. You noticed the atmosphere changed, and everyone stretched their spines simultaneously.

"Okay, Benno. Let's hear a report about the other inspection. Ask for payment."