Ascendance of a Bookworm

I'm Hoogo, 21.

He was found by Mr. Benno, the husband of the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, who completed his training at the Blue Witch Apprentice in the Temple, which lasted roughly a year, and was promoted to a cook in an Italian restaurant.

He's cooking at a noble Blue Witch apprentice, which means he's got a foil on him, and he recently had a lover. I'll be the star festival star next year. Next time, I'm going to be the star.

To that end, today's dinner party was the most important place for trials. If you can't satisfy the tongues of the Lords and the Knights and the Clerical Chiefs, it's dark ahead as a cook.

Me, Todd, who had trained with me at the Witch Apprentice, Ilse's assistant, who had been seconded by the Guild Chief, and the new apprentice who was to be hired, were cooking meals in the air that made me even nervous to breathe.

"Looks fine. The Guardian Knights are delighted."

Whoever had served the escort knight broke his face with a little joy and returned with an empty plate. The cook who worked in the kitchen exhales in relief at the same time, and no, the important thing is to satisfy the lord, he retightens his mind.

All of today's menus are recipes taught by Master Rosemaine, and there are no recipes taught to Ilse.

Mine, the blue witch apprentice we were told to train by Mr. Benno, was actually the daughter of a senior aristocrat. Advanced and intermediate are no different than being noble, so I just thought, ha, is that right?

However, Master Mine was appreciated for his dedication to the orphanage through the workshop, and this time he was adopted by the lord. Being the adoptive daughter of a lord also seemed to change her name, and Master Mine became known as Master Rosemayne.

Honestly, I only have the impression that even when they say adoptive daughter of a lord, she's so above that I can't imagine at all. I was training by the way, so I thought.

But if a lord shows interest in a restaurant funded by his adoptive daughter and he's going to have a dinner party, it's not the story. It is not other personnel.

At Ilse's place where he was a cook in a noble hall. At the same time as a cooking recipe for nobility, he was tapped into being careful to serve it to nobility, his mindset and skill in cooking. Instead, I taught Rosemaine so many recipes that I brushed my arms desperately. I think it would be nice to have a decent outcome.

It's a recipe decided by Rosemayne, who is a blood relative, adoptive parent, or near them, and besides, Rosemayne is getting me a pass, so I'm fine. If I didn't think so, my stomach would have tingled and I would have thrown up nervously.

"I was very satisfied with the taste the nobles had had for the first time, beginning with the lords."

After serving all the meals, Marc, who had left the dining room with a wagon who had finished handing out desserts, came into the kitchen and called out to me so. "Satisfaction" is highly regarded and more powerful.

When I saw me and Todd squatting on the spot unexpectedly, Mr. Marc laughed cously.

"Good luck, gentlemen. I know it's hard, but after this, I have a meal to serve and side serve. Another effort, please."

With that said, Mr. Marc eats a sandwich prepared in the corner of the kitchen. I also sell sandwich bread in similar ways in the stalls outside, but I don't think the sandwich and sandwich are the same dish due to the unique nature of the soft white bread and the utensils that sandwich in the bread.

In the end, when we used white bread, we settled in to call it the sandwich Master Rosemaine had told us.

"... Nevertheless, the taste the lord had for the first time,"

"Where the hell did Master Rosemaine get this recipe?

The question that comes to mind over and over again, and I don't get any answers at all, circles me and Todd's head again. Ilse snorted at Hung and said, "Even in a dream. I'm sure he ate it in Kwekarula's dishes too," he praised his shoulder. I don't know how true the cooking god story is, but I didn't get any more answers.

Mr. Marc narrows his eyes as he sips the tea he makes himself.

"It's no use thinking about Master Rosemaine. Come on, it's time for dessert, and the meeting should start. Here comes a hungry servant."

When Mr. Marc finishes his meal early, he leaves the kitchen, "It was a treat," he said. Me and Todd looked at each other lightly and started moving their hands in a hurry.

Unlike what you give to nobles, bribery of service is easy and easy. Still, the side servants who always eat the rest of the nobility have fat tongues, so only the soup uses the rest of the consomme. Add water, pomesauce and vegetables to increase the amount.

Bread usually uses bread eaten in the lower town. There's no way I can use such expensive white bread to bribe you.

The main dish of the suppliers is not hamburger, but rather potato dough rather than meat dough that has been increased with calfe potatoes, but the flavour of the meat is in the sauce because butter is added to the sauce where the hamburger was simmered and reused.

If I have extra dessert, I might come around.

Preparing for the bribe, as Marc said, the meeting was about to begin, and the service and sidelines were put out of the dining room. As soon as that happens, people overflow and become narrow around them.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry. Hugo, come on."

"Side service is ahead of you guys. Bring it in."

A guest, a servant or musician, takes a meal in the holding room, and the service, like Marc earlier, usually starts eating lunch at the table in the corner of the kitchen where we eat bribes and in the hall at the front door.

Three of the escort knights, who had already finished their meals, lined up in front of the door and apparently were sent out of the dining room that they were not necessary for the adult meeting, Master Frieda sat alone in the entrance and exit hall.

Me and Todd, who don't grow up like noblemen, musicians, employees of big stores, are enough to stand and eat. After serving everyone a meal, we fill our hunger quickly, too.

When I found out the dinner party was over, I was suddenly hungry. My meal today was good enough to impress me myself.

Suddenly, the dining room door opened and the knights were called. Supply service trying to interrupt the meal and ask how it went with what happened. I'm worried too. I'm heading to the hall. Contrary to us heading from the kitchen to the hall, some people come back holding plates and panicking out of the hall.

Before I got to the hall, the lord came out of the cafeteria. "Out of the way," the supplier said, shaking up and seeing him snap against the wall. Not out in the hall. I accidentally stuck to the wall, too.

When I wondered if all the lords and nobles had come out into the hall, the chief priest suddenly sent out a white beast. For the first time I am shown aristocratic sorcery in front of me, pressing my mouth without being able to scream, jumping away.

"Open the door."

Side service immediately opens both open doors to the voice of the chief cleric. The white beast flew away. I didn't run. Flew away in the sky. What is going on, and when he is distracted, shortly afterwards the lord gives out an even more amazing beast, puts Master Rosemaine on board, and flies away.

When I open my eyes and look at Mr. Benno or Mr. Marc riding the white beast in a squeaky way, I sincerely think I was a good cook on the back. It doesn't matter how much life there is to be associated with such a nobleman.

When the female knight, the knight with Mr. Benno on board, the knight with the guild chief, and the knight with Mr. Marc on board gave out the same white beast, he went on to leave, and finally the knight chief popped up.

You wouldn't normally think a beast would pop out of a store. The surrounding residents who were coming and going outside were in havoc, screaming and screaming from here and there.

And naturally, an inquiry came to this store where the beast popped up.

"What is that!? What the hell are you doing here!?

But the trouble is, there's no one responsible. The guild chief, Mr. Benno and Mr. Marc were both taken away.

I don't know how far to go to explain it, but I take a step softly as I look at the common employees. My job is not to respond like this by cooking.

In the end, it was two of them who responded: Frieda, the guild chief's granddaughter, and Fran, the sidekick of Rosemayne.

Explain it's a polite apology and an aristocratic rampage and say, "I think I'll be back in time, but if you have any comments, I accept them with your name and will definitely report them to my Lord," Fran says.

Few people seemed to want to complain about the nobility and get involved directly, and people just walked away.

We'll clean up after that. By the time we had finished washing our cooking tools, our side servants and servants had washed each Lord's dish and started cleaning it up. Noble dishes are expensive and important objects, so they should not be touched except by side service.

I don't even want to touch a plate of money that I won't be able to pay for my whole life, so I'd appreciate it if you could have your own cleanup.

By the time I finally thought I was going to take a breather, I could see the hustle and bustle outside coming up step by step. It's the same as when it popped out, so I guess the noisy line came back.

When the side service rushed to the hall in a hurry and opened the door, the White Beast of the Chief Cleric came in. The moment you descend, the beast disappears. I don't know what the hell is going on. but I don't think it's something you need to know.

One row after another went into the dining room. If you don't prepare the tea, the side service starts to move hastily. Suppliers also began to move as they were hacked by the move.

"Hoogo, Todd, we need to talk about something important."

Me and Todd didn't go into the dining room alone. Mr. Marc called me in.

"Yes?"

"There were deep circumstances involving the Lords, and the opening of an Italian restaurant was to be postponed for about January, and in some cases February. Of course, we will pay you in the meantime. And you'll work harder than you pay."

"Nothing good..."

Unless you suddenly run out of jobs, it doesn't matter. If you want money, you deserve to work.

When me and Todd nodded, Mr. Marc laughed nicely.

"Thank you. Glad you understand. So which do you want to work for, the aristocratic city or the temple, for the period leading up to the opening of the store?

"Huh!?

"I'm going to sell the recipe to the three of you who came to the store today. But Rosemaine-sama's recipe is a little special, isn't it? We need people in a position to teach with a kick in the ass, so we ask the other cook to teach us the recipe"

Lady Rosemaine's recipe is certainly special. There are many downward processes for good eating, and many incredible cooking methods. Even if they only teach you recipes, it's better to be suspicious if they'll really taste good first.

Maybe the longer you have a culinary history, the harder it is to accept. Younger Ella gets used to it faster than me, and Todd still makes it with his neck tilted. We taught the aristocratic cook, and we don't know if they'll accept it.

"Me, the temple is good. Hugo, please. I can't do noble town."

Todd blued and grabbed my arm, who was also trying to keep me face-to-face with Master Rosemayne, because I was so nervous about the nobility that I would be useless.

If it were a temple, I would have been there before, so I suppose you still think. I don't think I can just do Todd to the aristocracy, either.... If I went to the aristocratic city or something, I'd throw up every day because of nervousness, too!

"Then come with me to the dining room."

Me and Todd are taken to the dining room and introduced by Master Rosemayne to the aristocrats as cooks who cooked today's dishes.

"These two are the cooks who cooked for us today. It's an invaluable person who can make recipes that I've invented."

The eyes of the aristocrats, beginning with the lord, lit up in the words of Lady Rosemaine, who grinned. I can hear Todd standing next door hissing, breathtaking. Maybe you heard mine, too.

"If this dinner party succeeded, I would have sent invitations to the big shoppers immediately to open an Italian restaurant, but you would have to set up a small temple, wouldn't you? So we decided to postpone the opening of the shop a little bit and set up the workshop."

"... so you can't eat when you get here"

The lord narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction and glanced at Lady Rosemaine. But Master Rosemayne keeps talking with a smile like she doesn't feel anything. Even though the nobles are with each other, the little girls have great balls. Instead, don't you know something scary because you're a child?

"The paycheck was pulled from each store, so even if the Italian restaurant is closed, there is a place to work, but the cook has no place to work. We will rent out cooks for a fee until an Italian restaurant is ready to open"

Lady Rosemayne turned her gaze to Mr. Marc. Mr. Marc nods small. I'm sure this proposal belongs to Mr. Marc. It is not what the young Rosemaine, no matter how aristocratic, thinks.

"Five large silver coins per month as travel expenses. And for each recipe, I'll have one small gold coin."

"Small gold coins for one recipe? Isn't that too expensive?

The chief of the knights frowned a long time, but Lady Rosemayne just opened her eyes to say she was out of her mind.

"Oh? Is it expensive? When I taught Frieda the Cattle Curl recipe and signed a one-year monopoly, I signed it with five small gold coins. Frieda has instantly ruled on the spot that it is cheaper than expected. As far as I'm concerned, it's not an exclusive agreement, and as an inside price, I'm going to keep it pretty cheap, though?

Cold sweats occurred when I thought of the way Frieda and Rosemayne were contracted. It's like a meal (a whole thing), but little gold coins are flying around. Not the amount a child will have. What a contract you have!?

"One large gold coin and seven small gold coins are the way to make and monopoly the pigeons we bought from Master Rosemaine. Unknown and valuable information is expensive."

Mr. Benno also speaks of the contents of his contract with Lady Rosemaine to reinforce the legitimacy of the price, but the Knights Commander still seems unconvinced.

"... there wouldn't have been a price for a sweet recipe, would there?

"That's because your father and mother have set up my room, three houses, a castle and a temple, two baptismal costumes, a teacher with a position in mind, and a welcome with money and heart. He gave me back what I could. It's a fee from here on out."

"No," Rosemayne says clearly, crossing her index finger, which she stood still. It was with a cool, faceless look, the clergyman listening, who called out to Lord Rosemaine, who frowned so much to contemplate and to stare at the Knight Commander.

"It's part of the orphanage's cost collection anyway, isn't it? I'll pay as they say. All thirty recipes were presented earlier, and the cook's detention period is January. Payment shall be made in exchange for the cook"

I don't know how much the hell it will be, but I just found out that a hell of a lot of money has moved. My spine relaxes. The preciousness of the recipe I was tapped into stained me. I am also convinced that a contract magic was signed that no other recipe would be shed without the permission of Mr. Benno or Mr. Rosemaine.

"Which one of you two is coming to the temple?

"Todd comes to the temple with a cook standing on his right from the chief cleric."

Mr. Benno, who was struck in the ear by Mr. Marc, replies to the Chief Cleric's inquiry. If you take a glimpse of Todd, Todd's face, gazed at by the nobles, is tense and earthy.

"Tomorrow there will be all the preparations to keep this place closed, as well as the recipes from here, so the dispatch of the cook will start the day after tomorrow"

"Great, Todd. Then come to the temple on the two bells the day after tomorrow."

"Ha, ha!

Todd knelt on the spot, who replied with an inverted voice.... seemed to me, but it wasn't until after the aristocrats left that I found out I had only come to the spot.

In the end, both lords and knighthood chiefs were to pay the same amount as clergy chiefs and buy recipes. A contract has been signed between Lady Rosemaine and the nobles, and I will only work in the aristocracy for a month.

"Well, if you're arranging it, thank you"

"Yes, I did. After two bells the day after tomorrow, I'll send you to the temple."

"You'll take me with you when I head to the castle."

The lord put the payment together, and I got a little more apology for the noise and satisfied food.

Without a group of aristocrats and their sidekicks, the shop became quiet at once. The colour of fatigue appears darker on the faces of everyone left in the store.

"Sorry, Hoogo and Todd. I know it's hard to work in a noble kitchen, but I asked for it."

The next day, after Mr. Benno entrusted me, Mr. Marc summoned me and Todd to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, where I was given the travel expenses. Three large silver coins. It is a large sum of money that is nearly double the salary of a month.

Five large silver coins were taken from the noblemen, but the rest of the gold is said to be used for maintenance while the store is closed.

"Then this is the recipe you teach them. Be careful not to teach anything but what's written here."

"Yes."

Paper was handed lined up with dish names to teach.

"You can't read it!

"If you go over there, there are people who can read. Because this is about knowing what you have to teach."

I told my family I was coming to work in the aristocratic district, and if I told her the same thing, she would be as happy as she was about herself "wow".

"Good luck. I'll be back, I'll be waiting."

"Ooh."

The next day is the day of departure. Head to the temple on 2 bells, as I was told beforehand.

Named the gray cleric of the gatekeeper, he was passed to the temple dean's office behind the temple, not the orphan dean's office he was accustomed to attending.

"Good morning, Master Rosemaine"

"Good morning, Hugo and Todd. It'll be tough, but thank you. Thurm, Todd's here."

When Lady Rosemaine, dressed like an aristocratic lady, calls for a single gray cleric, the gray cleric known as Thurm lines the table with large gold coins and large silver coins.

"I did get it. Zahm, show Todd to the kitchen. Fran cleared the money and contacted the Chief Cleric."

"Yes, sir."

Todd, who looked anxious, was taken by a gray cleric to the chief cleric's kitchen, and Fran leaves the room when he clears the bag.

Nicolas and Ella came in and out of the kitchen as bright redhead gray witch apprentices and cooking assistants there.

"Dear Rosemayne, I have brought Ella"

"Thank you, Nicolas. Now show Hoogo and Ella to our carriage."

"Yes."

Nicola takes me to the temple entrance with Ella. There was an incredibly beautiful carriage for the nobility.

Master Rosemayne will be staying at the castle from today, so he will be leaving the carriage with us. Without the permission of the nobility, civilians cannot enter the noble city.

"Please wait here until Lord Rosemaine and the Cleric Chief are ready."

"Thanks, Nicola. While you're gone, I know it's tough, but good luck."

"We've got a bunch of gray clerics and gray witches here, so we're good. Ella also remembers a variety of dishes and let me know again."

When he leads us to the carriage, Nicola turns her back and leaves. Ella waved behind it and was dropping it off. During the winter, then, since we left the temple, there must have been a lot of Ella. The side looked a lot more grown up.

"Is that it? You, an adult?

Getting in the carriage and finally losing the strength of my body made it into my eyes that I hadn't seen before. You must look like an adult. Ella was raising her hair.

"It's spring, I'm an adult. I was in the aristocratic district, so I couldn't make it to the bar mitzvah."

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

"Hmm, maybe not? Rosemaine gave me a new recipe for an adult celebration and a small meat chopper that I could use in the kitchen because I was a woman and I didn't have the strength. Ugh, okay? I'll show you again because it's in my luggage this time."

Meat choppers are machines used to mince meat. It's owned by a butcher who crushes a lot of meat and makes bursts in the city, and it's a pretty big machine. It is not privately owned.

I didn't think you had a small meat chopper. With that, the hamburger would have been pretty easy to make. Bad.

Whether the dedicated cook is cute or I'm going to make it up to her disadvantage because Ella is a woman, Rosemayne seems to be letting her own holding blacksmith make a few cooking tools as well. Seriously sloppy.

"Hey, Ella. Speaking of which, where are you going in the aristocracy?

"Huh? It's the lord's castle, isn't it? What are you talking about now?

"Castle!? No, I heard about the aristocracy, but I haven't heard any more!

It was Lady Rosemaine who was going to the castle, and I thought I'd be thrown into the Knights' house.

But when I talk to Ella, they're both going to the castle kitchen. Ella is a freshly grown woman, judged by her appearance over her strength, and she can be taken lightly. So they let me, an adult male, work with him and tame him into the castle kitchen.

And from the Cavaliers' house, the chef is sent to the castle to remember the recipe. She sees Ella with the eyes of an apprentice little girl, but can't help but want to know Rosemayne's recipe.

"Mr. Hugo is comfortable with you because he thought you'd be thrown in a kitchen bigger than Mr. Calstead's mansion by yourself. I felt this way when I first went to the temple. Mr. Benno took you to the temple then, didn't he? This time, Master Rosemayne will take you to the Lord's Castle. You're a court cook for a limited time."

"... my stomach hurts just thinking"

It hurts my stomach just to think that the cook in Lower Town is suddenly a court cook. It's even more distasteful given the pride and arrogance of the aristocratic cook that Ella told me about.

"Doesn't Mr. Hoogo actually feel smaller than Mr. Todd? It's a new place to work, so let's find a new recipe. You just have to take the goal."

"Okay! Then I'll go say hello to her father when I get back from the aristocracy"

"... Mr. Hugo, did you have a lover?

Ella opened her mouth to Pocan and looked at me. I can't believe it, it says on my face. I could do it even if I didn't believe it.

"Oh, lately. I was a cook at the temple, so I foiled it, and I had a lover. You can do it too, can't you? Good, when you have a lover, there's a lot of tension out there."

"Heh."

Ella hits the hammer like she doesn't seem very interested. This guy is a cooking fool, so even though he's grown up, he's probably a kid who's still not interested in sex shagging.

"Even for a limited time, if you were a court cook, you'd be perfect for foiling, wouldn't you? Marriage, do you think you can forgive me?

"Right. If Mr. Hugo isn't shaken while he's at the castle, wouldn't he be okay?

"Oops, don't say it's time!

Last year and this year the star festival was on the side of bumping the tau fruit, but not next year. I'll do it.

You go to the castle, train and come back, you go say hello to her father.