○ Baked Vanilla
"Oh, Takahiro! Men drink more than rice."
"Yes, yes, let's get laid, Nenne"
"Yummy."
"What are you doing, you guys..."
A chaotic dragon girl dyeing her face bright red and poking around the table all the time.
I'll give it up.
Kate is having a good drink to introduce her to Lootoo.
And he's standing flat, Alty.
"What, look. Don't you see? I won, I won."
"Well... no, I don't know"
I guess. If you just look at the results, I'm not sure either. Anyway, I won. That fact matters.
"What have you done, you"
"There's no point in asking, Dragon, I just gave him a drink"
What I did is easy. I gave Mr. Chaotic Dragon more booze than rice.
Give me the booze you got when you were a game player. Spiritus, 96 degrees alcohol!
Lootoo is a dragon even when she looks like a girl. I thought you didn't have eyes for booze.
But I didn't think I'd take a sip because how much booze I'd start and see. If I drank a whole bottle of distilled liquor that caught fire, I'm sorry if I was human. I ascend through drunkenness.
I didn't know you could do that to the point of getting drunk... that's a dragon. It's a lot of wasabi.
"Ri ~... takahiryo ~... zzz"
"Yes, yes, Rootoo. Let's go upstairs and get some sleep ~"
Finally falling asleep, Mr. Kate took him in charge.
"Are you sure? Fact-keeper, he's gone."
"I'll find out. In the first place, this is like an event in your body. You guys are you guys, you're upstairs doing cute, right? Let's do this on our own."
"Well... well, just fine..."
"Hmm? Did I say something?
"Nothing!
Alty, who was bumping and squeaking, suddenly raised his voice loudly and placed a large wooden bowl on the table.
Inside, vegetables and meat just overflowing. Misty vegetables such as lettuce and a combination of aromatically baked meats invite appetite.
"Come on, eat. It's a vanilla roast pork."
"Oh, I'll have it."
Again, I miss you. Baked pork with vanilla. It's a dish that the adventurers of this city like to eat when they do. Me too, you ate well as an adventurer...
Speaking of which, Alty's mother has heard that she is good at this dish. I've just never eaten, but Killing's old man's brag pinched me in the ear.
"It's better than our vanilla grill."
"My kakaa is better at cooking than a bad cook"
In fact, some adventurers seem to have eaten. They said it was flatteringly delicious. She admired that she deserved exactly the wife of the guild leader, who could make a vanilla grill so delicious.
Alty is the man's daughter. Naturally, you'll be getting hands-on right away. You can expect this.
... but it's like you're forgetting something...?
Well, no. It's vanilla roasted now.
Wrap meat and fresh herbs in lettuce. And then you open your mouth and try to hit it......
Pitty, I stopped moving.
I remember. I remember.
Adventurer Sandwich......!
Who made that one? Aren't you the famous vanilla roaster, Alti's mother...!
Adventurer sandwiches with meat and vegetables in the bread are considered the best flavor for what Alti's mother makes. But actually try it... What happened to me?
For starters, my consciousness jumped. I burst into tears at the taste of contaminating my tongue.
And I got it. I'm sure there's a difference in taste between people in this world and me from Earth. Their best taste is gelomas to me.
And then this vanilla grill. I assure you that the adventurers have no more, nor the Scarlett family's vanilla grill. Maybe it tastes like gelo - -.
"What's the matter with you? Eat up."
Alty hurries from the side. Naturally. Anyone would think well if they were rigid in front of their mother's direct bragging dish.
But... but! When I remember the taste of the adventurer sandwich I spoke of then, my hands wouldn't move...!
At the end of the day, hands with meat rolled with vegetables tremble with a blurb. Hey, hey! Even if Alty's the other guy, you're rude! Eat... thoughtfully, put it in your mouth! That way, I don't care what happens later!
I think so, but my body won't listen to me. Still, it remains rigid.
"Rats......?
Alti's suspicions are turning into decisive ones. No, you can't! Eat it! Throw it in your mouth! Do it, do it, Guido Sayama!!
"Right, you mean..."
I didn't make it......! Artie laid down her eyebrows.
Shit......! I did it......!
It was a good thing not to stand in regret, and now there is nothing I can do about it.
My cowardice has hurt Alti. There's only one thing I can do now. Keep your head down as soon as possible and tease the contents of the bowl. That's all.
My hands aren't shaking anymore. I can. I couldn't make it when it was critical, but now I can finish my vanilla grill.
Come on, apologize first. After that, I'll eat the vanilla grill! This is the only way!
That's what I think, when I turn my face to the redhead girl......
"Sorry!!
Conversely, I was lowered my head...... white?
"Hey, you're worried because the adventurer sandwich I had before sucked, right? I thought the vanilla grill was a mess."
How do you know what I think Adventurer Sandwich thinks comes first? Were you in an attitude?
"I am... I am. Actually, not my mother... I made it! I've never cooked before! So...... that's why it tasted so fucking awesome!!
"Hey, what?!?
The truth of the shock to be revealed now. Adventurer Sandwich was handmade by Mr. Alti, not your mother. Reasonable...... Artie, you don't seem to cook or anything. Well, that would be a bad idea.
"At that time, I thought I'd go first myself. Yet I really want you to eat hand-cooked food... even myself, and I'm still not sure why I wanted to do that. What have you been up to, trying such raw garbage to cook... really, sorry!
"No, it's okay... I don't care"
I'm sure that's because of the pills. Because of that madness pill, Alty was just going crazy, too.
Not this time, not that time, Eru doesn't do a lot of things...
"Will you say that... haha... I feel like I've got a chest grip... come on, then, again, eat the vanilla grill!
"What..."
Why does that happen? You said you were a bad cook right now!
"Don't look like that. Rest assured, this cooking is not a good idea because my mother helped me. I tasted it, but I think it worked. I don't think it would be pitiful if you could help me, but if the apology dish is bad, there's nothing I can do."
"Right..."
One sigh of relief, then. Restored my mind, I bumped into a vanilla grill wrapped in lettuce.
"Whoa, this is..."
"You can go, right? Oh, my God, it's my mother's cooking!
"Oh, it's good! This is good, Artie!
"Hehe..."
No, this is really good. The strength of dry herbs and fresh herbal habits on a well-worked salt gas. They are soothed with lettuce and refreshing to eat.
Well, this isn't exactly the same as a commercial vanilla grill. Baked or subtracted, herbal type...... I don't know much about that area, but definitely, this one is better!
I can't stop moving my hand wrapping meat in lettuce. No, this is good!
"Yeah, yeah, good, good"
"Right? Right?
"Oh, it's good. Pretty good. So good. You don't have to worry about taking a peek."
"Become...!?
Haven't you noticed? Flirting from the kitchen and that a flax haired woman is looking at this one. I'll start looking, but I guess that's Alty's mother.
"Or, Mother......! I told you not to look!?
"But Altie, Mother, worried... didn't you flip the plate? Like the other kids, did you explain the cooking properly? Oh, speaking of which, they were 'Takahiro', whom Alti talks a lot about lately, right? I'd better say hello..."
"Wow!? Whoa!?
Ha... what are you doing. Alty is rushing into the kitchen. Well, it's like a class tour to have parents come to these places. I know it feels embarrassing.
Well, you won't be back for a while if you look like that. I'm me, let's have a relaxing vanilla roast.
I thought so and when I moved my gaze from the kitchen to the table in front of me...... something, I saw it.
Now, on the edge of my sight, I see something.
That's... what?
Slowly, turn your face toward the entrance to the pavilion. Yes. Again, yes.
There's a ghost. There's a bloody tear, an angry demon.
"Kiri...... ng......"
No, that's not an easy opponent. The crying child also shuts up, "Killing Everyone".
"What's up? Don't you want to eat? Eat, rat."
"Ha, ha no..."
A voice leaked from the gutted gap as if it was squeezing out of the bottom of his belly. Driven by the sound of it, I reach into a bowl filled with vanilla roasts.
"Ugh. My wife and daughter cooked dinner."
"Yes, yes, no...!
Killing would never come into the store. He's standing outside the store, staring at me. That made me feel extra scared.
I don't know what it tastes like anymore. This vanilla grill is my life-extending device.
Eat or they'll kill you. But if you eat it up, it kills you. For some reason, the thought of certainty crossed my mind.
Chewing sand is exactly this. I stared at the ghost and stuffed the vanilla grill in my stomach with trembling hands.
Although I'm glad that my mother noticed Killing just a few more steps away, and she left with no hesitation......
No way, all over the city, and when I was eating dinner, I didn't think it would make me feel like I could "die".
○ Tonka
"My cooking is... jajan! Tonkatsu!
"Tonka"
There is no such thing as a philosophy in the lid that has been opened.
Normal. No twists, nothing, super normal.
You like Takahiro, don't you?
"Oh, I like it."
"Right! Yes, Wuster sauce. Eat whatever you want."
"Yes."
Normal to the sauce to be applied. Too normal......
Sprinkle with japonica and uster sauce and put the tongue in your mouth.
Sakuri textured, tightly fried clothes. Overflowing gravy mixes with Uster sauce in your mouth.
Yeah, delicious. Normally delicious. but I can't find anything notable. Because it's too normal.
"I diluted the flavoring. If it's rice and eating, you'd better have dark eyes, but this time it's a meat-cooking showdown. I made it thin so that the taste of pork lived up to the satisfaction of tonka alone."
Caorle who speaks well of hehe. Oh, if I thought it tasted so individualistic, was that what happened?
"Hey, hey, how's it going? Delicious?"
"Oh, yummy"
"You did it!
Swallow the word normal. He made it for me. You won't even get any difficulty.
But... the more you taste it, the more normal it tastes.
It's good. It's good for good. But my heart is not filled. I feel that way.
"Want to mayonnaise?
"Oh."
How can you be so annoying without rice?
As it was, I ate the crap out of it.
Caorle was delighted to see the empty plate.
Next time I'll ask Akatsuki to teach my daughter about the flavors and dishes that men prefer. That's what Caorle made me think.
○ BBQ
The last screening was over, and the guys who were pulling in upstairs came down all over.
Line up in front of the table, staring at me.
Every one of those eyes was asking me who was the best.
Fine, I'm a man too. Let's make up our minds!
Be manly, Zuba!
"Uh-huh..."
If they decide, they won't have a hard time ~...
If you decide to cook the best, you will always get bored. Because self-esteem is a pain in the ass. When it comes to cooking, women will have things they can't pull off.
"Come on, Doctor? Please tell me. that my cuisine is the best"
"Oh, hey, François! What are you talking about?
"I hope it's the best."
"No, mine is the best! Best of all, it's settled!
"Tonkatsu likes Takahiro. I'm sure I..."
"... water dumplings are also your husband's favorite."
"I'm not interested in the pros and cons, but as a matter of fact, my country's Vurst is delicious"
"What, more than my potov? That's a lot of confidence."
It's been this hustle and bustle for a long time. Really, I don't know what would happen if I made up my mind... Imagining Mampu Pavilion Collapse END is so, so easy.
That's all I want to avoid... No, I want to keep my body safe, too, if I can.
But the proposal didn't come to mind, and my head just goes empty.
That's when. One girl came running.
"Whoa! I'm not finished yet!"
"Hmm...? Oh, walnuts!
A dog beast girl puts a basin on the table. And he looks sinister, "It's terrible to forget, Takahiro".
"Sorry, sorry. I was unconscious, scared, everything. I totally forgot."
When Guru strokes the head of the walnut, his grumpy face snaps apart. Yeah, yeah, these looks look better on the walnut.
"Sa ~, well, let's have it! What did the walnut make…? …"
After stroking this head, I dropped my gaze on the table. Then there is the roasted pork belly meat served on a flat plate and….
There was white rice.
"Ooh......!?
Actually, it's been frustrating. It exploded once when I was a looooooo... but I couldn't help but want some white rice during this battle.
'Cause you can't help it, can you? I'm Japanese. That's more of a rice man than a liquor. I can't believe you ate meat and didn't eat white rice... in my common sense, it's impossible.
Still, I put up with it. "Cook the rice now!" and so on, and endured only with meat dishes. I didn't erase my desire for white rice. Desires similar to instincts cannot be erased.
But this is a meat-cooking showdown. That's what I thought, and I even endured it.
In front of me like that, there was a luminous silver profit... and rice.
"K, walnut? Is this...?
I don't have to ask, I know what's in front of me.
But I couldn't help but ask. What is this? I was wondering if it was something I could eat.
I wanted to believe you. I wanted to hear from someone that this wasn't an illusion.
So...... I even thanked God when the walnut smiled and nodded.
"I did it, meat and rice! Takahiro, she said she liked rice better than alcohol. Arty's mother asked me to help."
"Ooh, ooh...!
Disappointed, grab a tea bowl with your left hand. Inhale the steam rising from the white rice, all over your chest. And I... suddenly, I started eating what was right in front of me.
"Oh, oh! This is it! This is it! What I wanted to eat!
Salt stirs well, meat cooked by the time fat drips. And the white rice that takes it!
The more you chew, the more you aunt, with your tongue, with your throat, with your stomach! I can't even feel it!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being happy to be born Japanese, at this moment!
Oh, here it is! The winner is this dish!
"A hundred points. Yeah, yeah!! walnuts, out of 100!!!!
"Wow! Yay!!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!?
In tears of joy, I proclaim exalted. That this is the best. Simply Is Best. He said the combination of rice and meat is invincible!
Cute cunt jumping at me for the joy of winning. Women who can't convince themselves that they lost.
Still, me chewing on meat and white rice with happiness.
The atmosphere in the Mampu pavilion is gradually transformed into something sword-soaked. As expected. But the joy of having grilled meat with white rice is hard to turn into anything. So I ate rice, even if I knew how it turned out.
To the damsels, shaggy walnuts.
The first Grand Feria pork culinary showdown shows no sign that it is still over.
The night is still long.
A few days after the Pork Cuisine Competition showdown. I didn't even like to look at meat for a while, and it wasn't even a fish market cafeteria for lunch.
Shellfish for fish, shrimp for sea grass. Just outside the city, fresh sea delights just caught in the Gulf of Gran Belse were kind to my tongue and stomach, exhausted by pork blame.
I'm glad to hear you've had some baked fish and seafood salad. Um, um, raised my voice and even rinsed the boiled fish juice.
You liked my full eating like that, my husband in the dining room gave me a fresh salmon half. What a chubby guy...! We'll thank you later.
Okay, well, when it comes to salmon, we can cook it any way we want. You can freeze it once and sashimi it, or you can bake it. You have a hand in making smoked salmon. Oh, my dreams are spreading!
"I'm home!
Moaning, I creep through the front door of the house. I've made up my mind! Let's cook honestly today. I have plenty of salmon. Enjoy yourself!
Having made that decision, I opened the living room door to a delicious future. And try to speak up to Yumi who would be in the kitchen......
"Oh? Takahiro, what is this?
"Ah! Salmon! Me, salmon, love it!
"Salmon is good, right? I, Muniel the Salmon, have no eyes..."
"Huh? When it comes to salmon, it's fried, right?
"What?"
"Yeah?"
To the succubus who was in the living room of the house for some reason. To the tool shop daughter. To the master of the coffee shop. to young teachers in the school.
Surrounded. I'm surrounded.
They surround me and bump into each other's opinions about salmon cooking.
I wonder what. A tremendous deja vu.
"Salt-grilled!"
"Marine!"
"Muniel!"
"Fry!"
"It's pickled miso!
The great fierce theory of even joining the chaotic dragon-like of the house's climate. On the spot, Yummy breaks in and takes the spot.
"... the problem is with cooking. No matter how many opinions you bump, there's only one. Here's one, in a culinary battle..."
"Give me a break already. Yikes!"
The voice of resistance was also murky, and in the end, the culinary competition was to be held.
By the way, for dinner that night, it was meat.
It was delicious....... damn whoa whoa whoa!!!