Helping with Adventurer Party Management

I just want to be eating meat while having barley with my little one here, Sarah, but I can't be the host of a meeting without playing a role.

"Dear deputy, I am thrilled! Hey, that's gonna be an interesting job!

You're totally drunk, a red-faced man sits next to you with dokali, inexorably shouldering you.

But it's like he was a civil engineer.

"I only know about half of what you're saying, but I also found myself unschooled to say that it's awesome! Hey, look forward to it!

Naturally, but my breath totally stinks of booze.

I control Sarah with my gaze trying to stop her, and this one responds by raising a glass of barley wine.

"What, if you get to work, I can count on your arms. Let's hope so."

"Well, let me take care of it! I'm not learning, but I'm confident in my arms. Wow!

Let him tap his chest cleverly to avoid zeroing the cup with the barley in it.

To the extent that it does not tarnish the costumes of a strewn priest, reason seems to remain.

"Have a good meat, too. There are many of them."

"Yes! This pig is delicious! Plus the sauce is awesome! I can feel the momentum of the deputy!

As far as I'm concerned, I want some more vegetables as well as meat, but the central dish of the banquet is meat, so I couldn't help but give way to those who prepared it.

In this world where the threat of monsters is high, meat is basically a luxury product because grazing is difficult.

Large quantities of meat dishes will be served as a feast dish, which will show financial strength and authority.

The experts may turn down the job because they have doubts about the ability to pay for this dish.

It's cheap if you think the experts' credibility can be bought in cooking.

"Indeed, chickens are delicious"

While that's good, I eat skewered chicken.

This is all I'm asking the cook to cook on a charcoal fire.

Eating with salt and herbs tasted just a little bit like the original world grilled chicken.

In the case of banquet seats organised by the Church, the basics shall be chicken dishes.

I have chickens most of the time on church grounds, and if I have visitors, I will crush them and eat them.

Some churches in urban areas have zoned and have pigs, and if you give money, you can eat pork too.

In churches close to the countryside, wild rabbits and wild birds are sometimes offered instead.

Cattle and horses are an important workforce, so they rarely get into your mouth.

In rural areas where the supply of cereals is limited or where hygiene is a problem, it will be necessary for nobility and church permission to keep livestock.

The opportunity for ordinary people to eat meat is even more limited because permission means taxes.

"This pig's liver patties go with the barley!

"No, no, the fact that this chicken's leg meat is well fat! That's a different church."

"Tap the well cooked white bread with the patties melted in olive oil and pour them in with barley wine. Besides, if you put fresh onions on it, there's nothing better than this!

I can hear the drunk swallows.

Bacon and sausage are also available, and I prefer the flavor, but the popularity of the participants seems to concentrate on liver patties and white bread because of the nature of preserved foods.

Sarah is obsessed, cleverly intertwining herbal seasoned sauces with forks and eating well cooked chicken.

"I guess I'd rather have a chicken. Reminds me of the birds I caught in the countryside. Back then, when I was hungry, I'd shoot and eat birds. It was delicious to sneak up on the fire and eat."

That's what I'm saying, so I just snuggled up a little bit.

"You'd better use a fork to tangle the sauce"

And so on, the person moves the fork with a cheroked face, busily going back and forth with the meat and mouth of the plate.

Recently, I thought the way I ate was more elegant, but they had a reason for that.