"I'm home."
Welcome back ~
When Pamela called through the door of Camilla's shop Iris, only Camilla's voice was heard from the back of the shop. I suppose you're cooking in the kitchen.
Then Camilla got a little face out of the kitchen.
"So how was church school?
When Camilla asks, Pamela runs closer, puts her hand on Camilla's ear, and starts talking quietly with pepper.
"Yeah, yeah, hey.... eh, did you do that? Let's do it. You have to do your best."
I hear something leaking from Camila, but I don't know the contents. As she waited with Nicolas near the entrance, Camilla approached as she wiped her hands from the kitchen. And as I looked at Nicolas, I raised my eyes and exclaimed.
"I was surprised to see it in the morning, but this is Mark's twin sister? You're so cute! Why don't you work for us in the future?
"Yes! Nicola will be a princess in the future!
Nicolas answered instantly with a smile on her face.
"Oh, cute!... but that's right. Nicola could have enough balls."
Camilla answers with a thoughtful look at Nicolas's face. I just want to say that Nicolas is totally sorry to work, okay?
When I finished my greeting, I was guided to the kitchen. It is true that the kitchen is not so wide. If you attract guests to the rooftop, you won't be able to cover it very well. That's why today we're even packing dishes in an item box.
When she guided us, Camilla began to cut the cucumber that had been left on the cutting board into rectangles. Is this a vegetable stick? That colour gloss is probably the empty local cucumber Gil brought.
I finished cutting the vegetables I had prepared waiting for a while. Camilla looks back at me as she takes a breath.
Well then, Marc, let me ask you a favor.
"Yeah."
I put everything in the item box, including the vegetables we cut before we arrived. Camila talks in a worrying tone when she sees it.
"The item box is too convenient... Mark, be really careful. There are magic tools in the world that force people to listen to orders, right?
"Eh, is there such a thing?
"There is. Criminal slaves can be attached, but it's a mechanism that causes unbearable pain if you don't obey orders. A customer of a slave trader who used to come to this town said,"
What the hell is that? I had heard that slaves existed, but did they even have such magical instruments?
It seems that I will use the blood as a magic tool. Be careful not to be fooled.
"Yes, I understand."
Celine, a talented adventurer, knows all about it. You should ask him next time.
After serving the vegetables, it is fried. It looks like fried chicken and fried potatoes. Sprinkle the ground chicken with flour and add to the hot oil.
Camila puts gloves on her long-sleeved clothes in this hot kitchen. It will be a measure to avoid burns on beautiful skin of commercial tools. Hmm, I'm a professional.
"Does Camilla always cook?
"That's because I can't afford to hire a dedicated person. And they'll be happy to hear that it's my cooking, and Pamela's helping."
I looked at Pamela and smiled. Pamela is used to peeling potato skin for fries. Much better than me.
"Well, I don't usually make fried food. A lot of soldiers come to town camping for days protecting the lord, don't they?
Maybe it was about a week by carriage from the territorial capital to here. The soldiers we escort will include walking, and it will take longer to get there.
"After the lord stayed in town, most soldiers were given free time to stay in the dormitory, but I don't want to serve everyone who chose our shop to enjoy that precious free time."
Camilla smiled. Were you thinking about that as well as profit? It's true that alcohol and female customer service are the main things, so even if you concentrate on food, it won't be very profitable.
While impressed by Camilla's hospitality, she approached the fried chicken with a nice smell and tried to store it in the item box. I waited for Camilla to come in.
"Oh, wait a minute. I'll ask you to cool down a little. The hot fried food is delicious, but the smell of fried food can be found in the shop. Of course, it's made to be delicious even when it's cold."
Oh, I see. You have a lot of ingenuity in every snack.
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"I'm in your way."
After a while, Nicolas and I sat in the chair and watched the scenery of Camilla Pamela's mother and daughter cooking, and Gil came with a basket full of potatoes. I don't grew up in an empty space, so I guess I bought it from somewhere.
"Oh, Marc boy and Miss Nicolas. I'm sorry about today."
"Yeah, don't worry."
"Oh, Gil, did you bring it back? Thanks, but don't worry about it that much, okay?
"Well, that's all I can support. Take it."
"Really? Okay, then don't hesitate.... but what do I use potatoes for? I only use it for potato fries, but I think it's enough."
You said it straight. Maybe it's a matter of carelessness. Ah, Gil is choking.
When I first met Gil, who suddenly yelled at me, I wondered why it would be so sad if Gil, a skilled merchant who runs several stores, was related to Camilla.... well, the reason is obvious.
I've done a lot of things to help Jill with Camilla, but when I look at that chombori face, I want to do something for you again.
I want to do something to Grandpa. Is this a grandchild instinct that is not maternal instinct? By the way, my family's mother's grandfather is alive, but I've never felt that way before.
Anyway, let's think about a potato recipe. I would like something with little smell. And naturally, it's a dish that's a taste of alcohol. So that's it, right?