I Favor the Villainess

"The Nah Empire Lunch Culinary Competition is finally overstuffed! The appetizer was an empire, the meat dish was won by Bauer and this battle was one-on-one, all that was left was dessert. Ah!

"Desserts are important for decorating the end of course dishes. Because if it's over, it's all good. You can't lose this."

"You're right. Continuing with the fact that Atashi, Lana-Rana and the commentary will be sent to you by Marte-Borrell - wow! Best wishes to the end, Mr. Marte"

"Nice to meet you."

This battle I managed to bring in one-on-one.

The rest is dessert.

Half the prospect of winning, something like that?

No, considering they're professionals, this one has worse minutes.

"You're ready, aren't you?

Master Chef stares sharply at me.

So Master Claire said he had more eyesight.

"That way."

I look back unbeaten, too.

Well, it's actually Yoel and Frieda who cook.

"Nice to meet you both"

"entrusted"

"No problemo! Leave it to the eagles, Lower Sai!

Send them both out while I hear a reliable reply.

My paced Frieda is always on calm yoel.

Neither seems to have any strength or feelings.

"So, the final meal contest, the dessert contest... here we go!

The last battle began.

"Good luck, Mr. Yoel, Mr. Frieda!

May in the backup seat also squeezes his last strength to support him.

Joel nodded back gently, and Frieda responded by winking properly.

"Now, let's look at it from the Imperial side, just like before - The Imperial side will break the eggs and split the yellow and egg whites!

"You're even shredding almonds. I can't imagine what this can do. The times are always looking for something new."

"The attitude of incorporating new things would be just like an empire -! Master Chef, do you want to show the meaning of the Empire's cooking number?

Master Chef seems to only use egg whites without using yellow.

It foams and makes meringues.

Almond poodle - if you look where the almond powder is also available, will you make that one a little bit?

I knew this world would continue with Japan in strange places.

"Well, what about the Bauer side? Hello? As with the imperial side, it looks like we have eggs for you too!

"Hi boys. You look like you're making custard. That lady over there must be cookie fabric."

"Do you know what you're making, Marte?

"Maybe. I'm starting to understand. Bauer has a sense of unity in what he makes."

"Unity, is it?

"Well, look. In a moment, the chef may shrink his legs."

That's my aunt.

You haven't cooked for Dada long.

He seems to have noticed.

Will the judges notice that at all?

"Frieda, did you make the fabric?

"Okeyo! I can always put it in the firing, sir!

"Then please."

"I'll take care of it, Lower Sai!

I had a little anxiety about the convex convenience store, Yoel and Frieda, but how are you doing so well?

Basically, it looks like Yoel is giving instructions and Frieda is turning to support.

Even though the image is the opposite.

"Come on, the cooking is finally stuffed! Each into the finishing touches. Ahh!

"It's baked!

"Plate, I'm out!

"Get me some raw cream and mint!

"Yea!"

And dessert was served on both sides.

"That's it! Moving on to real food -! Let's start with the imperial side -!

"What's ready for dessert is the once doomed Western-Lance sweets arranged in a delicious fashion, Duckworthy Tsuki-tsuki"

After all, it's Duckwards.

Baked confectionery made with almond-flavoured meringues, which were originally French fabrics.

I sold it in the form of a Japanese in the middle when I was born in a previous life.

In the world of the twenty-first century, that form of Duckwards is also sold in France, apparently.

It's crispy outside, and it's an interesting treat with a fluffy texture inside, which I've had, too, but it's very tasty.

"By contrast, the Kingdom of Bauer -?

"What we have prepared is a very ordinary baked treat. If you're strong enough to name it... well, let's go with egg cake and chocolate whip."

What Yoel and Frieda made was baked confectionery with a three-layered section.

It is cookie dough from the bottom, cream cheese dough with dried fruit, and butter and custard dough.

Beautiful cross section divided into three colors.

"Come on, we'll have them both at the same time at the end! Enjoy it if you like!

Three judges each carried two types of cake into their mouths.

"Oh, I see..."

"Hmm, is that what you mean..."

……

I can tell by the complexion.

I'm sure this was passed on.

"Come on, it's time to settle! Ladies and gentlemen of the judges, raise the bill for those who thought it was delicious! Which way does the victorious goddess smile -! Judgment!"

Third drum roll.

What's gonna happen?

"... Empire Zero Votes, Bauer Three Votes! With the victory of the Kingdom of Bauer! Yay!

"I knew this would happen. Congratulations, Bauer Team."

I won.

Whether or not this one conveyed its sincerity was a bet, but apparently it won the bet.

"You did it, Ray"

Master Claire slapped me on the shoulder.

Even if I look around everyone else's face, I look at each of them that I've done it.

I got a hiatus, but it was a good battle.

But...

"Don't do it! I'm not convinced! What the hell!

Some people seem to give up badly.

"My newest cake lost to such a tiny egg cake. Oh, what do you think? No!? It's not a pattern to put on your ass, but I need you to give me a convincing explanation. Oh, I can't sleep this time of night either!

Master Chef sat back with his arms around him, trying so hard not to admit his loss.

"It's ugly, Chef. The battle was decided. Your loss."

"I don't know how much your majesty is out of business, but you're more expert at cooking! You're not losing your food! If there's a reason, why don't you explain?

Given the tremendous charisma of the emperor in the empire, I guess the chef master who can cut him off like this is still a keen artisan skin.

Most of the time I'm ready, I can't slap that kind of mouth against Dorothea.

"Hmm, why? Don't you see?"

"Oh! You have no idea!

"That explains it, Ray-Taylor?

"Er..."

I wonder if I can explain and convince you.

As I got a little worried, I reluctantly tried to explain that then,

"Pathetic...... you are. So they say you won't be able to reach your father for long!

There was a voice to drink Master Chef.

"Or, Mother..."

She was an aunt in the dining room and now a commentator in the tournament, Mr. Marte.

"Master Chef is in such a great position, what is wrong with you?"

"Ugh, no! I'm not convinced. I'm not convinced! 'Cause you know why she lost?

"You know what I mean. You know, your cooking wasn't an imperial dish. Right, princesses?

The Philinees, who were turned to water by Mr. Marte, shook their heads uniformly vertically.

"It's not an imperial dish...? What the hell!?

"Think back to the dishes made by Bauer's side. onion and bacon pie, white asparagus soup, egg cake… the improvements are superimposed, but they will all be local dishes that have long been in our country"

"... ah"

Looks like the head chef finally realized what Dorothea said.

This is the first thing I asked everyone to do to come to this battle.

That they will make new dishes based on the prototype of the dishes that are available in this country.

This was the minimum condition.

"Your food was delicious. But it's just delicious. In contrast, the pie on Bauer's side is Zvieberkuchen, the soup is Spägelzuppe, and the cake is Eierschecke. Though creative and reborn, this is the way to cook and chest our country."

There are countless delicious dishes.

In particular, the culinary epidemic is also very quickly abandoned in the Nah Empire, where ingredients are gathered from various countries around the world and human beings from various countries are migrating.

What the hell is "cooking in my own country" that such an empire sends out to the world?

That should never be an imported dish.

"Every country is heartbreaking for the meal they use to respond. Chef. I have no doubt about your culinary taste. It's in the imperial culinary world, which has been stagnant for so long, and the arms that can make all that stuff are definitely real. But..."

"What we, the cooks of the Empire, are asking for right now is our own cuisine that the world can be proud of."

What Mr Marte said was what I wanted to say as it were.

"... you know... you know what..."

Master Chef got nagged.

Like I just said, his arm is sure.

His presence is indispensable to the future imperial culinary world.

I don't want this to break...

"... cum"

"... hehe... ahahaha! No, I lost, I lost! It's a complete defeat!

Laughing off the heels, the chef master rose to jump up a bit.

"No, I'm coming. You're a loser. I just cooked a lot of different dishes, and I thought it would be stubborn, but the most stubborn thing about it was that you were here. Hey, there you go."

Master Chef is laughing in an open-minded manner.

Whoa, what's up, what's up?

"Admit you lost. Hey! It's a big deal, you guys. But I woke up, too. We're not going next, are we?

I didn't know much about it. I assumed it was a store, but how could he have been quite pleasant?

Apparently, the chef admitted his defeat and recognized us on top of it.

"There's no next time. Originally, this is your mound. Give me a break already."

"Win or run? Oh, man, you shouldn't."

"Next time, let's work together and change the cuisine of the Empire, not battle. Again, please. Can you help me?

"That's what I promised you. I'm not gonna say anything to a man."

With that said, Master Chef came offering his right hand.

That I offer you a hand to hold the knife.

I'm not so blunt, either, that I don't know what that means.

I held that hand disappointingly.

"Regards"

"Nice to meet you. Well!

Thus the culinary battle fell in the applause of the audience.

"Always sent to your side, courtesy of the Fratel Chamber of Commerce"

"Stop it."