Inari wants to live in peace

After causing students to gaff in a math match, the class didn't finally begin.

I said that if it's not stiff yet, or if it's a sword, I won't lose.

But that doesn't mean wholesalers.When he tried to be provocative or put his hand on the handle of the sword, I punched the troubled child in the face in an unexpected early shift.

No matter how much I really didn't intend to pull out, I blew the troubled child's uncle to the wall of the classroom, wondering what it was like to put a hand on the murder weapon.

Fortunately, I had experience with bandits, so I didn't take my life this time.

The appearance was flashy and the wall of the newly constructed school building was a bit dented, but it was too much trouble.

Although it was a temporary disturbance, I proved stronger than the samurai in the classroom.

If you want me to listen to you, you should have done this from the beginning.

However, if there were any unavoidable circumstances, it was not my fault that the teacher inflicted corporal punishment on my face.

After that, everyone understood that if they defied me, their lives would even be at stake, and they would never interfere with the class again.

Therefore, I thought this would settle the case, and I just got a better sense of senpai.

Frequently new entrants come in after this, but they still have a licked attitude.

Therefore, every time Inari God imposed the Iron Fist Sanction, it became a monument or legend of our school and was passed on.

With that in mind, it was getting dark by the time the math match was over, so I finished my class today.

Then I moved to a single place, where I was making curry powder with various spices that Matsudaira-san had received from overseas.

It has been adjusted many times, but it is powder type because it cannot be solid yet.

Adding apples and honey didn't complete it, and it wasn't that sweet in the world.

I have only used commercially available products in Japan in the future.

I remember seeing the ingredient label on the back, but I'm not very familiar with the type of spice, and the blend ratio remains mysterious.

So, by mixing spices that I have in mind and tasting them, and experiencing them with my own tongue, I'm gradually approaching the apple and honey curry.

Needless to say, the reason I make curry is because I want to eat it.

But this time, there's a second reason.

It was necessary to prepare meals for school students and guards.

I have the means to be not only a teacher but also a cook, but that's not enough time.

So I hired a dedicated cook to solve the situation.

And on the evening of my first day of school, I was in a newly built school cafeteria, meeting with ten cooks who were assigned today.

It seems obviously excessive to have ten cooks out of thirty students, but it would be no surprise if there were soldiers around.

Since the rest is about Matsudaira-san, I'm sure you're entrusting me with culinary training.

Anyway, everything is first.

After I coughed small, I shouted without hesitation.

"Please eat three meals a day, including lunch."

"Three meals? Oh, why is that?"

"Hunger leads to decreased concentration and work efficiency."

I didn't actually look into it, but when I'm hungry, my concentration drops.I also heard that the muscles would fall more easily, but honestly I didn't understand the area.

I am not a human being of this age, and the habits of the future are ingrained.

So if I didn't eat three meals in the morning, noon and evening, I wouldn't be motivated.

Continuing, I throw merciless words at the gathered cook.

"I decide on my daily dedication.Follow these instructions for how to cook.

Throw away all the cooking skills you've acquired through your training. "

Oh no!?

According to Matsudaira-san, the people gathered in the cafeteria were the deputy chef of Okazaki Castle, and the people who were so talented as to be known as candidates for the famous shop.

But as far as I'm concerned, I don't think the Sengoku period meal is delicious.

The main reason is probably the lack of tools, ingredients and condiments, but the cooking process is quite different from the future.

I haven't seen samurai or merchant tables, so I may be overflowing with food, but I am half-hearted by the current situation.

"First of all, accept all my teachings.

After that, pick up the cooking technique you threw away, leave it alone, and do whatever you want. "

Ah! I see! Was that so!

First of all, it is important to accept everything without questioning my teachings.

However, if we overwrite this with the Sengoku cooking method, we do not know what kind of combined accident will happen.

That is why, as a major premise, the cooking technology of the future was put on the ground.

Still, unlike the samurai class, I take out a bag full of curry powder that still has room for improvement, thinking it would be easy because it makes sense.

"Um, what is that?"

"It's curry powder. It's still in the prototype stage, but I thought it was necessary to convince you."

Regardless of whether the opponent is a samurai or a common man, let him use the Takamachi persuasion technique of first beating him up and breaking his heart, and then listening to the story.

(It is troublesome to explain how to cook in the future.First, we have to beat it to unconditionally accept it)

Unlike professional cooks, I have no downtime.

I was just using my mother's back, cookbook, and internet articles as a reference.

As a result, it was good because it produced delicious food, but I don't know in detail what each of the cooking steps meant.

If they ask me, I can't answer for sure, and I find out later that it's a mistake, it's hard.

So don't think about it. It was easiest to feel it.

Play the Overwhelming Strong for now and keep the question unacceptable style.

Learning by trying and mistaking and thinking on your own will lead to each person's growth.Or something like that, it's a smoke-wrapped operation.

"I'll make it first, so take a good look and remember."

"Ha, yes, Professor! Thank you very much!"

By the way, curry isn't the only thing I've prepared.Instead of rice, they served tandoori chicken and lassie.

It is a greedy curry set that everyone from children to adults loves.

Everything is unfinished, the ingredients and cooking process are subtly different, and it goes without saying that there is something strange about the taste.

But I won if I let a warring country cook tell me that I have come with an unknown dish that has never been common sense before.

This is a step towards abolishing old habits and spreading new common sense.

I finish the curry cooking process and simmer brown liquid in a large pot attached to the camado over firewood.

Next, in order to make nan, carefully grind the flour that is unknown whether it is wheat or barley while adding water.

"By the way, why are Honda and the other students in the kitchen?"

I was invited by the fragrance!

"It's the same on the right!"

There are many students besides Honda, but I told them to wait in the classroom or dorm until the meal was ready and someone called.

But thirty of them and one of them are actually coming to the cafeteria, waiting for the curry to be ready.

(Well, I know how you feel.)

The brown and cloudy soup looks creepy as the cooks look closer together and... wow.

However, the smell of the excrement is intense and invites appetite.

When I gave each of them a taste of the evidence, they fell brilliantly.

"Not only curry, but also how to make nan.

I only cook for the first time, and from now on you cooks. "

"" "Yes!!! Inari God!!!" "

It changes when things change, and I was complacent at first, but now I am very obedient, just like my students.

I appreciate the excuses, but I was intrigued by their hot palms.

(But I will always make this for the first time, right?I'm glad my body is strong.)

If I were a weak 10-year-old girl as I looked, I wouldn't have been able to prepare a new dish, though not so much.

It is a cooking method made possible by brain muscle gorilla pushing because she is a tireless fox daughter.

While doing so, Nan was baked, so the cooks tasted the same as the curry.

"Mmm, it's not like wheat or rice!Besides, what kind of yellow stuff is in there? "

"It's cheese. You fermented the goat's milk."

Although cows were actually good, there were no dairy cows in Japan during the Sengoku period.

So I used goats as a substitute, but it is a precious product because the amount collected is small.

(I behaved like it was the first time. It may have been a little wasted)

The amount of goat milk is small and it takes time to ferment.The expiration date won't last as long as the future.

And the ingredients to make curry are still to be found next time, and each one is expensive.

Matsudaira-san can't really lift his head.

Though somewhat familiar, the journey of a thousand miles is one step away.

If it could be produced in Japan, it would certainly be cheap and easy to buy.

"Unlike curry, I don't have enough hands to make nan for the number of people.Can I ask you a favor? "

"" "Yes!!! Happy!!" "

Regards to some tavern, the cooks agreed in unison.

Using other camados, everybody bakes Nang with a serious look as I coach sometimes.

The Sengoku cooking method was almost useless, but the expression was still bright and motivating.

However, the problem was that hungry students sat in the dining room chair and looked at us with a greedy face, feeling very disturbed.

In the end, it took longer than I thought, even though it was my first time cooking.

When the curry set was completed well after the evening meal, the students and Honda flocked together as if they were starving wolves.

Nan continued to bake additionally without rest, and the extra large pot that was supposed to be made to sleep overnight and curry in the morning became empty.

It is the best result that you have finished your meal with a very satisfactory smile, including cooks and guards.

However, I wanted you to forgive me for driving me crazy from the first day of school.

Whenever I cooked a new dish, I wondered whether there would be many changes in dedication. As I looked at the empty curry pot, I exhaled a big breath in my heart.