Ascendance of a Bookworm

I decided to eat from Pome, Cheese and Herb Caprese Seaweed.

I should have taught Hugo to slice and sandwich both the pome and the cheese, but here the contents of the small, half-eyed pome are trimmed through, and the herbs carved into the cheese, which has become a soft cream, are mixed and served in the pome.

... This may be pretty hard to eat. If I put a knife in it, the pome is about to collapse.

Gucci finally put the knife carefully, and I put pome and cheese in my mouth. A little sweet pome flavor is enhanced by a little salty cheese, and the aroma of herbs flutters in the mouth.

... Ah, yummy.

The texture at the time of eating is better than the caprese that is sliced and pinched, and I look lightly. The exploration of the cook struggling to make something at all tasty seemed visible.

The chief cleric also eats and has his eyes slightly narrowed.

"I think it tastes better than what is served in the temple..."

"It must be the difference in your exploratory mind about cooking. Even though the ingredients I use are the same, I think the palate and texture just change slightly, giving it a much different flavour. In the two years I was asleep, cooking seems to be progressing. It would be comforting to have merchants from other realms."

I next put the roasted flowers and vegetables in my mouth. Unlike burnt and crisp surfaces, the inside is through fire and soft. When I bite, the consomme soup spreads to my mouth. Even though it feels like I'm eating broccoli in soup, I can't wait to feel the strange feeling of baked goods.

... Did you like Consomme's favorite clergyman?

When I asked him about the reaction next door, almost expressionlessly, his eyes were slightly down and he could see the edges of his lips rising. From the way it is, I can see that it is smudged and tasted. The Chief Cleric seems to have quite taken care of it.

"It looks like this baked goods can be applied to other vegetables as well as flower vegetables. It's like eating vegetable-shaped soup."

"This is a menu that our cook invented."

That's what the guild chief said.

Enthusiastic about culinary research, he remembered the presence of Ilse, who apparently had a culinary confrontation with Hugo, and I saw the guild chief.

"Is the culinary research done by Ilse? I'm surprised it tastes better than it did two years ago."

"That's right. Once defeated by Dear Rosemayne's exclusive cook, I was excited. I'm in the kitchen specially today. He really wanted Rosemaine to eat it."

As the guild chief said so, he turned his gaze toward those with a kitchen. It seems that Ilse is struggling for me.

Even if I do not give the recipe at all, the trial and error of Hugo and Ella, Nicolas and Ilse have given rise to one new menu after another. I was so glad that I wanted to spread the delicious.

"Ilse will soon make the new recipe her own, too. I like that research enthusiasm."

"I received a report from Rosemaine a few days ago that he had received new ingredients and recipes. Unfortunately we didn't seem to make it to today's dessert. It's a rare texture for us, and I thought it tasted good, but it didn't seem acceptable to the cook."

According to the guild chief, the Pannacotta prototype could have been done, but for Ilse, it didn't qualify enough to be served to today's meeting.

"Master Rosemaine, what are those new ingredients? I want you to get more, Ilse tells me, but I have no idea what the hell it's like."

When making glue, it is a gelatin that cuts out only the most transparent part, simmers it in the same way as consomme, takes scum and ash juice, and makes it filtered. When making glue, I can do a little if I want to. With this, food and sweets will be wide open.

"Next time, I'm going to sell the method to Frieda."

The shopkeepers around them raised their faces simultaneously. Across from where the guild length is rounding his eyes, Benno narrows his reddish-brown eyes.

"Are you selling the method to Frieda?

"Yeah, for the two years I slept, you kept this Italian restaurant well guarded, and thus made the food even more sophisticated. As a reward, you sell the method.... I'm not teaching for free."

... because you can't help but sell your culinary rights to Mr. Benno, can you?

I'm so busy doing my job at the Plantan Chamber of Commerce that I have to travel every year to expand my printing and paper industry. I hear that the Italian restaurant could barely afford to get its hands on it either, leaving it to Frieda.

I'm also a co-investor, meaning that customers come by name alone, and although I get some of the profits, to be honest, I don't do anything after I give them the money first and teach them the recipe. When it comes to recipes, you should be able to use them more effectively by giving them to Frieda.

... Plus, the Ottomar Chamber of Commerce got a lot of Cattle Karl ready for the territorial rivalry, and he's pretty much all kinds of unscrupulous gestures on the guild chief. Isn't that nice?

I know it's not a good idea to give you the method at a low price. You don't have to worry, I'll get the right price, I said to Benno, but Benno lowered the edge of his lips just a little less interesting.

I wonder what you don't like, and as I tilted my neck, "Rosemaine" and the clergyman quietly called me.

"For the two years they sleep better, it's okay to protect Italian restaurants and reward those who have loaded with more drills. But did you reward the Plantan Chamber of Commerce for doing everything in its power to expand the printing industry?

"... ah"

When I woke up, I just wanted to hasten and spread it, but with the body of reward, I taught the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce a new technique of dyeing. I taught the Dyeing Association at a low price, so I can sell my name to nobility and extend my influence by hosting a dye competition, although I have little profit going into the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce as money.

However, starting with the Plantain Chamber of Commerce, Gutenberg did not give it anything special, although it was a struggle.

... It's not like Frieda doesn't have an idea for a new product so she can teach her how to make gelatin.

I laid my hand on my cheek and leaned my neck as I saw Marc serving Benno.

"Me, there are all kinds of stationery I want you to make out of paper products, and if the Plantan Chamber of Commerce wants it, selling rights and manufacturing methods is nothing better. However, if I were to sell new rights and merchandise proposals, the Plantain Chamber of Commerce and Gutenberg would be more busy reaching out, but do you really want them?

For a moment, Benno got stuck in words all the time, and Marc missed his gaze. But Benno immediately nods with a merchant-like grin.

"If you have the laws or rights that Rosemaine can give you, we'll have anything"

No matter how busy you are, you seem to want to get all your rights regarding the printing industry and paper. "There's no other way I can give it to you, you idiot," the reddish brown eyes say.

If you want to bring in more work, I don't mind, but first you have to travel to Grechelle.

"Well, we'll talk about it later. … after your work has settled down a little"

"I appreciate your concern."

Where a single settlement has been reached, the Chief Cleric looks down at me in a meaningful way and lifts the edge of Ni and Lip.

"Hmm, now it looks like the Plantan Chamber of Commerce, the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, the Ottomar Chamber of Commerce, and whoever you've spent the two years sleeping with are going to be rewarded accordingly."

... you mean come over to yourself, too. I understand.

Not only while I was asleep, the Chief Cleric is still looking after me in many ways. You don't have to go around like this to say "I want" to give it to you, but you usually look like you're not interested at all, so I don't know.

"I take great care of Master Ferdinand, so if you want anything, I don't mind giving it to you, but do you have something for me?

"It's a recipe your cook makes. I guess there's a lot more of them, huh?

I'm definitely taking care of the clergyman, and considering the ingredients of the restorative pills and his cooperation with the Schwartz and the others, I don't think I can make a very good deal out of the recipe or so, but I have absolutely no problem giving it to the clergyman.

"Okay. I'll give you a recipe that Fugo knows about. However, I plan to sell it as a recipe collection, so don't tell anyone else."

"I know."

I got what I wanted and the soup was carried in front of the clergyman who seemed to be in a good mood.

Frieda comes right around the corner to explain to me and the Cleric Chief.

... Frieda's grown up too.

It was a meeting that separated the table, or it was a well-developed touri that came with me, so when I saw Frieda, who wasn't well aware of it, but thus stood at my side, I could see that it was growing a lot.

When we just met, Frieda, who was smaller than average because she couldn't grow up eating herself, is now looking like she deserves it year after year.

... I wonder if I will grow fast too.

I sighed lightly, comparing my hand out on the table to that of Frieda, who had paper for explanation.

"Soup of the Day is Double Consomme"

He seems to be a little less skilled than Hoogo in the Temple cook, and although tasty, the chief cleric seems somewhat dissatisfied. Soup seems to have turned me into the clergyman's favorite double consomme for spreading that kind of information that Zahm and Fran told me.

"I hear Master Ferdinand was fond of Hugo's consommé. Create unbeatable flavors for the hoogo, and burn the fighting spirit, a consomme made carefully and carefully by the cook. Please enjoy."

They say it's a double consomme all over Ilse. I can't beat Fugo, he made it politely, politely.

Amber soup pours into the plate. The smell of throat squeaking from the soup pouring in spreads around, and the smell alone seems to spread the delicacy into your mouth already. It was clear enough to see the bottom, no turbidity, dark colour and at a glance it was really carefully made.

Spoon in, sip, and a soup will flow through your mouth where the flavors of various vegetables and meats are concentrated and trapped.

"... Dear Ferdinand, is this consomme beautiful?

When I asked the clergyman, the clergyman had a soft grin on his mouth that was not a rare crop.

"Oh, it's really beautiful. It's even more complex than the flavor I remember, but it has a cohesive flavor.... Right. By analogy, it looks like we've reviewed the process rather than just changing the quality of the material when making the restorative medicine, and we can say that something is changing fundamentally, not just the ingredients we put in."

... Even if they say that, I don't know.

He also told me more rap than usual about the difficulty of reviewing that course and the beauty when it worked and succeeded, but I don't understand it at all.

... Well, it seemed delicious, so no.

If you were satisfied that the Chief Cleric thought you were beautiful, that's fine. That's what I thought, and Frieda was staring at the Chief Cleric as surprised.

"Surprised. Master Ferdinand is right. The cook was desperate to figure out how to remove and filter the ash juice without using it, as using egg whites would reduce the flavor a bit. It felt like I had no difference, but you know what I mean. The cook will love it."

... The clergyman who senses the slightest difference is also amazing, but Mr. Ilse who made it is too amazing.

Ha, and I exhaled a sigh of admiration.

Nevertheless, the chief clergyman often has that sensitive tongue, while being able to make medicines that alienate the taste so much. Even in that sense, I'm surprised.

"This is Carbonara"

The next thing that came out of the soup was Carbonara. With egg yolks in the thick raw cream, crispy baked bacon adds color to the cream sauce, which is slightly yellow.

Wrap it around the fork and the extra sauce will drip. Feeling the stickiness and aroma of the cheese, careful not to let the sauce fall, I ate a hot carbonara.

... This is also better than Hoogo's.

Maybe Consomme is also used. It tasted extraordinarily better than the recipe I conveyed.

"Rosemaine, isn't that a lot different from the recipe you taught my cook?

And the chief priest, who had eaten Carbonara, glanced at me. I haven't eaten this flavor, even though I'm so impressed.

"In the two years I was asleep, it was the culinary endeavor. You must have done a lot of research from the first recipe I taught you. I was surprised, too."

"... ho, I want this cook"

Little whine, but I mean my gold eyes. I am, of course, frightened of what Frieda and the Alliance chief have to say.

"Dear Ferdinand, you can't do anything that you take away with power and money. We need Ilse to set up this Italian restaurant."

"I know, but I wonder if it's civilians who enjoy this flavour, and it's not surprising that there's a little bit to think about it"

Although the results of Ilse's research, it does make me feel more complicated to think that millionaire civilians who take to Italian restaurants eat better than nobles.

He looks at me with anxiety that the guild chief and Frieda might be taken Ilse. The silent appeal of "I want it to stop somehow" came through.

... Ok. I'll try to stop the chief cleric somehow.

I turn to the two of them and snort. I found Benno and Otto watching us as they enjoyed the interesting spectacle. I don't think he's going to give me a helping boat.

"It's Orso Bucco. It's a dish where veal boned shank meat is carefully simmered with Dunkelferger vise and pome sauce."

Brown, lustrous meat with a sauce of pome spinning over it. The gravy must be stained, the surface of the sauce was glowing glossy.

They say this Orso Bucco is a dish made with plenty of Dunkelferger alcohol that can hardly reach Aerenfest. Although I had taught Hugo a recipe for using alcohol in Aerenfest, Ilse was the guild leader's handler, and he has been searching for more suitable alcohol to cook with.

... The Ottomar Chamber of Commerce, which can spare no effort to spend money on Mr. Ilse's culinary research, is also amazing.

You know it'll be profitable later, but still, research spending shouldn't be stupid. Ilse would be better off cooking as she pleases at Guild Leader's as she is.

... or if the guild chiefs fire Mr. Ilse, because I'll take it, not the clergyman.

With that in mind, I hit the cutlery to cut Orso Bucco apart. Then, with little effort, the meat then comes off the bone. Meat that is boiled until it is so soft is rare here.

"Wow."

Blowing my breasts to expectations, I cut soft meat into bite-eaten sizes, often tangled in pomesauce packed to thicken, and carried it to my mouth. Pomesauce seemed to contain many different vegetables chopped into small pieces, which tasted much sweeter and more complex than regular pomesauce.

When I was stuffy with the soft meat that melted in my mole and mouth, I saw a clergyman who was more of an eye to judge than to taste a delicious dish. Apparently, he's pretty serious about pulling out Ilse.

"Hey, Master Ferdinand. Although my cooks are not keen to deepen their flavors in this way, there have been a number of new menus that they have thought about and made over the course of two years. Didn't Master Ferdinand's cook serve a new recipe in two years, did he?

"... Speaking of which, there's never been a new dish coming out"

The clergyman said, "What's wrong with that?," he raised one brow lightly. And I lay down my shoulders a little bit, and eat another bite, Orso Bucco.

"It's Master Ferdinand's fault."

"What do you mean?

"When there's a slight difference in flavor, the cook is motivated to do the same by sharing a few thoughts or issues about whether this one tastes better or wants you to use this ingredient in this flavor. It's Ferdinand's neglect not to raise a cook, demanding the same flavor."

Because the Cleric Chief heavily rotates the menu he likes, or checks out the difference in flavor of the day in detail, the Cleric Chief cook doesn't tear his powers apart to make it delicious, but is perfectly rotten to make things as reciped.

"... I see. Do we have to raise cooks as well as blue clerics"

"It's exclusively for people to make the flavor they want."

That's what I said, eating Orso Bucco, and in my heart I apologized so much to the chief cleric cook.

... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It could be going to be a very difficult request!

By the time I stopped pulling out Ilse, it was time for dessert by saying, let's raise our own cook, instead of pulling through the cooks that others have worked so hard to raise with money and time.

Today's dessert was a brawl shortcake. Unlike old times, they're almost gone burning and failing. Fine, soft sponge with bright white raw cream, thinly chopped and slightly soaked bralette in alcohol decorated like a multi-valve flower.

...... hmmm I might want different kinds of mouthpieces for squeezing.

It seemed a little simplistic to me, although ornately decorated with fruit, but with Reino era memories. You should be able to glorify it with more raw cream.

Speaking of which, I've seen a round mouthpiece to stuff something, but I don't know if I have a mouthpiece for decoration.

"Ask Hugo, and if not, why don't we ask Johann?

Thoughts leak out of my mouth while I eat a cake full of cream. He turned his eyes to me like Benno, who had picked up the groan in his ears.

"Dear Rosemaine, what do you make me make this time? Now I'm desperate to have to pump a little more wells before the merchants from other realms arrive..."

He blamed my remarks as Benno told him to spare him any further work. Sure, the pump is more important than the squeeze out mouthpiece.

"Zach or Danilo, you just have to make it. I'll write you another blueprint and give it to you. Still, you don't have enough hands on the metal relationship at all. The blacksmith Gutenberg might want to add a little more"

I could see the shopkeepers looking up and paying attention. Watching it, Benno shakes his head slowly.

"It would seem better to do so after the Dyeing Association meeting. Isn't Lady Rosemaine busy, too?"

Don't run wild, stop! and angry with my eyes alone. Pointing out to Benno, I nodded in retrospect of my plans. I don't have any more time to do anything extra.

"Sure, there doesn't seem to be time for a slow selection. Let's hope Gutenberg and the others grow more and more disciples."

Thus, the meeting at the Italian restaurant ended.

"He's the cook who cooked today."

On his return, the hall was lined with cooks. There is a smiling Ilse figure in it that I have done. Ilse and his eyes met, and I laughed nicely.

"It was a treat. Me and Master Ferdinand were very satisfied. I can safely count on you to entertain the merchants who are coming to this city. I commend you for your exploration and hard work over the past two years."

Ilse closed her eyes tight once more. He gripped his trembling fist, exhaled slowly, and then smiled proudly.

"Thank you. We look forward to seeing you again."