I’m the White Pig Nobleman, but With the Memories of My Previous Life, I’ll Raise My Little Brother

Comparable for a year now, Kikunai's city inns and restaurants are busy.

Every day, a little bit more customers, and with that, more things came and went, and the economy got pretty upward.

But this past four months, the curry powder on which the curry is based, the specialty of Kikunoi, can now be bought anywhere in the Empire, and the recipe on which the curry is based is no longer the secret of Kikunoi.

That said, it is not possible to reproduce the flavour of Kikunai overnight, and there are other dishes in Kikunai that are made with curry flour.

So the curry and other rare culinary guests will still come.

But when I'm at peace with it, I can get stuck at my feet one day.

He's been in politics for a while. To what the city's co-operative deputies have said, it's about time the economic effects of Estraija's militant semi-finals and La Purcell and their Concours Best Awards come out.

Then take this opportunity to add it to the specialties of your inn or restaurant!

"I was here to talk to you. I regret it, Cho Python cooks better than I do, and the idea is better than me."

"You, don't call me Python. Well, that's why Lord Romanoff called for you, and I thought things were coming."

"Oh, I see. Well, maybe it was just fine."

"Are you serious?!? Yabe, I have it!

I don't know if you're lucky, but if you're here, I'll have Mr. Fiore work for you, too.

For that reason, I understand why Mr. Fiore came, but what about Mr. Moto?

When you look at him like that, Mr. Moto strokes his sticky head.

"I think I would have had it if I was interested in playing Forge, and I was free, and I wanted to teach Forge, so I wanted to visit Yuan's house."

But there was no one at Yuansan's house, and Moto had no choice but to come to my mansion, where Yuansan worked.

Then I met Yuansan at the front door of the mansion, and she told me that Song-kun had gone to the sea with our brothers.

I thought I'd go home with Shimmy. Arrow tip.

"Jii, a young man made of metastatic magic, has an elf flying in. A young lady in the ocean and a cook at the mansion told me not to call her. Yuan thinks it's funny, so let's do it and say it. If you do it, I want you to mix it up with me."

"... Young Mr. Jii Elf!?

"Phoenix, please stop eating there"

With that said, is Dr. Romanov at least over 200 years old?

But when Leggles also came to the mansion, Dr. Romanov talked about being older than anyone else in the mansion and said, "Did you stay?" I thought you looked amazing and squealed.

But even if Elf's age is missing and he can't help it as a species, how do you know Dr. Romanoff isn't what he looks like?

Did Yuansan explain it?

I tried to ask, Leggles is Moto's clothes...... I don't know what it is, a rustic shirt with a leathery twig, a goggle with a gear design and a hand wipe dripping from the pocket of the twig, but I pulled it to wipe it.

"Why are you talking to me?

"Oh, Jizzy and I have been dating ever since I was drowsy."

"More. Your grandfather called me a drooling lad."

Hino, magnificent.

I mean, did Mr. Moto and Dr. Romanov get used to it?

And Moto is familiar with Yuansan and childhood. So Yuen San and Dr. Romanov actually knew each other?

When I put my doubts to my mouth, Mr. Moto shook his neck to the side.

"We want to be blacksmiths. We don't have to divulge our customers' identities anywhere else than in business."

"Oh, I see"

Confidentiality exists as an implicit rule, right?

When I'm impressed, Play-kun shows Mr. Moto an iron plate with hemispheric stiffness.

"What's this?

"It's a cooking tool. The young man wants this, so I made it!

"Ho! This is the cooking tool!?

"Funny, isn't it? Now if you cook the flour with water, you can make bread like a ball!

"Ho! That's funny!"

Look at the iron plate with the shiatsu and the shiatsu, oh no. Otherwise, Play-kun and Moto seem to have fun together.

Look at that, the chef strokes his jaw.

"I see, this time the dish is made with that thick iron plate."

"Yeah, yeah. Did you bring the ingredients you asked for?

When asked, Mr. Fiore strained his chest pointing to a large package.

"Of course, sss! Celery in tomatoes, onions and apples, then spices of all kinds, laying eggs in flour, everything else you say! Mr. Rottenmeyer and I gathered together with Python!

"You, don't say it in front of Mr. Rottenmeyer or anything like that. I've got the horns and everything you need."

"It would have been heavy. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

As she speaks, Miss Nefer approaches reluctantly.

He and Mr. Fiore bowed their heads respectfully to Miss Nefer when they explained to the chef that they wanted to have a big barbecue party tomorrow because they knew each other here and were to say goodbye the day after tomorrow.

"We will try our best to make your journey a good memory"

"Shh, I'll gamble too!

"Oh, nice to meet you"

Miss Nefer smiles gracefully and Mr. Pop Fiore's cheeks stain.

I looked Miss Nefel in the eye and said, "It's beautiful...!" I'm so impressed.

Well, shall we get that momentum to work?

"I'll explain now, and Fiore will help the head chef make the right sauce for the dish."

"" Yes!

Allez cuisine (start)!

So, let's start with a time-consuming source.

I thinly slice the onions, grate the apples and garlic/ginger, and mince the celery in the tomatoes, but the large amount is cumbersome, so I make the magically made sickle into a food processor.

"I know magic control is brilliant, but honestly, it's a waste of talent... no, yeah... well... okay"

"It's normal for us to use anything we can."

When I thumbed up to Miss Nefel's distant eyes, Leggles said, "Jae-ya-ri-ya-ri!" and make a scene.

"Did you break eggs, Leggles?

"Yes!"

"Mr. Fiore, put the flour, the stock and the eggs broken by Leggles in the bowl and stir so that you can't do it right now. Be careful not to be too shabby."

"Woos!"

Letting Mr. Fiore take care of Leggles, who started to cheer and help, next thing you know, he says, "What about me?" and standby.

So I turn my gaze to Dr. Romanov.

"Dr Romanov, give me about half a bottle of octopus feet, to play"

"I understand. It's heavy, so be careful."

That being said, half of the octopus feet that Dr. Romanov took out of his magic bag are fatter than the legs of Mr. Moto, who is in good physical shape.

When I took it, Mr. Moto just supported the play a little bit.

"Oh, my God, it's big"

"Yeah, it was bigger than home!

"Well, you... more of a Kraken than an octopus"

"Yeah, well, yeah. Octopus, so octopus!

Yeah, octopus, so octopus.

I'm just saying that you're using it as an ingredient, and the octopus feet look like they're boiled properly soft.

"Play-kun, will you cut that leg so small that it goes into a hole in the iron plate?

"Oh, let it go!

When the wind occurs in sorcery, the octopus is quickly carved into small pieces and the flesh piles up with mountains.

Next to doing that, the onions the chef was frying were candied, after all, thanks to the magic that drained them of moisture.

Miss Nefel wraps her shirt sleeve around such a sight.

"Wow, I'll help you with something too!

"Really? Then put the chopped vegetables in a pan with the fried onions"

"Okay, I got it"

Make sure Miss Nefer put the vegetables and candied onions in the torso pan that the chef brought to the pan.

Then add lots of broth and simmer.

"It's a luxurious sauce to use spices so much..."

"Sooner or later, the spices will come out cheaper."

When spices become cheaper to get, the range of home cooking widens.

Then the dining table becomes brighter in color and the family talks more.

Families surrounding an expansive dining table must be getting along well.

A country with so many such families would be a rich and peaceful country.

Anyway, the family is the smallest unit of society, the mirror that photographs the prime minister.

I have to work hard to make sure Kikunai does too.

"Flour, eggs and stock, mixed up ss!

"No, I can't!

At a time when the conversation with Miss Nefer was interrupted, Mr. Fiore and Mr. Leggles make an awfully noisy scene.

When you receive a bowl containing the stock that becomes the dough and a mixture of eggs and flour, and you also receive an octopus from Tsu-kun, sprinkle the iron plate with the mistletoe over the stove and tame the oil.

Where the chisel and the iron plate have become hot, flush the dough into the stirrups and place the octopus, which was cut into fine pieces without leaving any room between them, into the dough.

"Ha ha, this iron plate, is that how you use it"

"Yes, now we wait for the outside of the dough to burn"

When Mr. Utsunomiya receives the bamboo skewer in a quiet manner, he inserts it between the stirrups and the dough.

When you make sure the dough is solidified by heat and then create a gap between the dough and the iron sheet with bamboo skewers, you get in the mood and...

"Yikes!"

Flipping up and down so that the curly one would come up and down, there was a brilliant spherical burnt fabric there.

And shape it and wait for it to bake.

When I looked around, I switched up and down again, and a full circle appeared like a moon.

Yes, octopus in the middle, round powdered monkey.

In my last life, I said the octopus grill was done.