Isekai Ryouridou

"This will be my prepared appetizer"

First Timaro disclosed his dishes.

Wood lids are removed from a large metal pan and what a complex aroma begins to drift indoors.

"It is a jade of tototoss eggs and lamampa fruit"

Lamampa fruit is which fruit.

He said he would only use ingredients that were also prepared for my deposited cook, but the name was Hatsune.

Following Timaro's instructions, the lowest surnames will split the dish into a ceramic dish.

In the distance, I could only tell that the slightly yellowish dip-shaped thing was so glowing.

So, right behind me, that plate was also delivered to Fou's parents, who were sitting at the end of the Moribe camp, so I sneaked a peek - well, it certainly seemed like a Japanese dish.

It was the yellow body of the egg that looked yellow, and it was like oil that was glowing.

Yet the white flavour of Totos's eggs did not get very white over the fire, so it was translucent dipped, and that seemed to shine again in the light of the chandelier.

So, which is the fruit of Lamampa? From what I've seen, a lot of different kinds of vegetables are cut squarely and small, and there they all seem to fit together.

The orange one is Nennon, and the cream one is Chatch - plus green and red fruit.

In addition, it seems that the walnut fruit that has been carved into it is used very carefully.

Maybe this is the fruit of Lamampa?

"...... Lamampa's fruit is actually smoked with pet vanilla, and various vegetables are soaked in the oil of Leten. This dish is made with tototos eggs."

"Oh, my God, you're so elaborate from an appetizer"

Timaro giggles back at Marstein's pleasant voice.

And his eyes were loosened towards me.

"Lord Asta, get ready."

"Yes, then -"

This one is not elaborate at all, but I also removed the lid of the vessel.

A bit of a big wooden deep plate filled with raw gigo chopped into clamsticks.

Divide that into a wood dish and place a dip of dried kiki slightly loosened with tau oil and soup stock. This is the only appetizer I have prepared.

(I choosed this guy with a sense of passage, I guess it was too simple)

Chop the gingo into appliqués for the yapotatoes and serve with a dip of dried kiki for the plums. The dried kiki was melted with tau oil and soup stock instead of Mentsuyu.

"… it also seems to be a much more rustic dish"

Timaro giggles at me.

"But I think it's a wonderful dish, conveyed by the simple people of the woods."

"Yes, I'm afraid so"

I didn't even know how far I should go if it was just a place of format like this, so I answered with less words.

However, since this is a dedication in line with the fashion of the Sagittarius, not by the woods, it is somewhat distressing.

(Yapotato plum hanging. He was popular with liquor-loving customers, and my dad was a big favorite, but now what do you think)

Thus, while we were taking the dishes apart, fruit liquor was poured into each cup by the hand of the maid.

Even in front of Donda-Lou et al. who have a great appearance, the samurai retain a fold correct faceless look. Their liver seems to rest better than the young gentlemen of the Polearths and Saturas.

Anyway, by the time all the drinks were filled, me and Timaro's food had gone to everyone.

"Well, let's have it"

On the aristocratic side, there seems to be no such thing as a pre-meal greeting.

While the folks by the woods chanted absurdly, the nobles took a metal spoon.

"Oh, this tastes great"

First, Malstein, who has a mouthful of Timaro appetizers, gives a compliment.

"The flavors of Lamampa are really great. This fragrance seems to go perfectly with Totos eggs"

"If it suits your mouth, I'd be honored."

Timaro also had a really satisfying smile on his face.

The nobles are the way they have taken their hands from the dishes of Nokimi Timaro.

Only one of them took my wood plate. Refraia quietly raised her voice "Asta at Fa's house".

"Somehow this dish is going to be tight and we're all going to spill it out of our spoons."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I think it's easy to eat with a wooden spoon, not metal, or two iron skewers."

I thought I should change my tone just like this, and I let it do that.

"Yes," he snaps in a low voice, and Refraia takes the wooden spoon off the table.

My dish was carried on my lips as small as a cherry blossom stump.

The look on Refraia's face, it doesn't move.

"Hmm. This is the first time I've ever eaten a Gigo or something that doesn't put fire through it. Is this a woodland lesson?... or is it a hometown lesson for Asta?

Malstein asked with a smile.

I say, "It's a hometown lesson."

"Right," Malstein said of 'Gigo's Dry Kiki Hang'.

Its eyes open gently.

"I see. This tastes fresh. The acidity of the dried kiki eliminates the earthiness of the gigo, and it's not hard to eat at all. No, isn't this quite a pleasant hobby"

"... I'm afraid"

The folks at the woods were silently eating my dishes.

The reaction is still sparse because this one is not interested in cooking without giva meat here.

However, only the parent of Fou, who was in the closest position, whispered to me, "This is what raw ghigos taste like".

"At Fou's house, I only used Geego and the like around Poitan... but this tastes strange."

"Yes, did you like it?

"Um, I don't hate it.... or something that makes me kind of hungry."

"Yeah. Actually, that can be the main focus of this dish."

For me, who is unfamiliar with such things as cooking a full course, I only imagined that appetizers are meant to inspire appetite.

I chose this dedication to move my stomach and raise my expectations for the next dish, to make me take on that role, but I wonder what it is.

While doing so, the lowlifes had disappeared from the dining room along with the trolley.

To bring the next dish, the juice.

"Well, this tastes strange."

And, Dari-Sauti gave a louder voice to the lid.

On his hand, he sees a plate of Timaro's ceramic magnetism.

"Lord Dari-Sauti, did it not fit your mouth?

Malstein asked calmly.

Dari-Sautti puts his head on me with his thick fingers.

"I don't know if it fits my mouth or what - this lukewarm feeling makes me feel sick without saying goodbye"

Quite a straightforward statement.

But Timaro is smiling plenty of room.

"That must be the tongue of the oil of the leten that has been refined into the sum. It may be a little difficult for you to get used to your tongue for the first time."

"Hmm. Asta's cooking was also supposed to be wet, but this guy is a little... can I get some fruit liquor too"

By the way, Donda-Lou and Graf-Zaza cleaned up the two appetizers early and hung up on fruit liquor.

It's only a silver drink about the size of a small jock, so it's only a bite for them. Waiting for the samurai to pour it into the cup is more than welcome.

But today, Donda-Lou and the others are going to try this dinner party.

What the nobles think, what they think, and how they intend to treat themselves - because they have made the decision to come to this occasion without discerning it.

"Yeah, I liked Lord Asta's cooking too."

And so Polearth raised his voice.

I have a really unyielding smile on my loving round face.

"Lord Timaro's dishes were very elaborate, and he made me expect what dishes would come out after this, and I felt comfortable getting stuck in my stomach telling Lord Asta to give me the next dish as soon as possible. As an appetizer, I wonder if they're both great."

"Thank you," Timaro and I were to speak up at the same time.

As far as I'm concerned, I was relieved to receive your opinion as it was in my thoughts, but Timaro's eyes seemed less unwilling.

Are you in the mood not to go with such a crude dish?

Well, appetizers are literally appetizers.

From here on out, it's an on-parade Giva meat dish.

Everyone left their keys for a breather, and the next dish appeared.

It is a juice dish, a soup.

"Oh, it smells good," Polearth makes his nose snap.

It was the fragrance of milk fat that was dissipating from Timaro's brought in pan.

(So did Roy, but I wonder if it's the fashion of Castle Town to punch milk fat in the juice)

When Timaro removed the lid, such a sweet aroma filled every corner of the room.

"It's a juicy dish made with caron milk fat and three kinds of vanilla."

Apparently one of those herbs is identical to the one Jan used in the boarding town.

It is a sweet scent of cinnamon that adds to the fragrance of milk fat.

"This is a juicy dish made with giva meat and tau oil."

This is King's Road's "Tau Oil-tailored Giva Soup".

The ingredients are the general behavior of Giva's Momo meat, rose meat, aria, chacci, guigo, eneon, pra,.

Yet this time it is adding further effort, making it the first look except for Donda-Lou, who tasted at the Lou family.

but above all, there was a tingle of tension running through the room with the two letters "giva".

It is a pressing atmosphere of finally coming.

Refraia and Melfried, among others, kept their expressionless, but Tolst, caught in it, was deeply sighing, Polearth letting his eyes swim and Leeheim making his mouth a letter to.

Eighty years ago, it was a giva considered a symbol of disaster.

Even today, such things are supposedly eaten only by the barbarian forestside people.

Even if they ask that the food of that giva is the subject of discussion in the Inn Town, it won't be any consolation for the people of the Castle Town.

This is also to redeem the sins of Cycleus - a martyred face, or, how could I be in such an eye - only an indignant expression could be found there.

In the meantime, the food is served solemnly.

Naturally, the nobles were to speak from Timaro's plate, and the people by the woods from my plate.

"Oh, this is also well done again. The sweetness of milk fat is remarkable."

Malstein takes the lead again in giving praise.

"And what is this soft meat? It doesn't look like the skin of Kimmus."

"It's in Caron's stomach."

"Oh no! That's Caron's stomach!

I was also supposed to admire "heh" on the inside.

Genos also has a culture of gut cooking.

I look forward to tasting this after dinner.

There, Dari-Sutty said, "What the hell is this!," he exclaimed.

I hear one of my ideas got to my mouth.

"That's a dish called Wonton. You wrapped giva ground beef in fuwano dough and boiled it."

"Tau oil-tailored giva soup" is almost entirely flavored by the competition between me and Raina-Lou.

Still, I wondered if there was room for a hobby, and I came up with the idea of making a wonton.

Nothing is difficult to make. As I just explained to Dari-Sutty.

Flatten the fuwano flour condensed with water and envelop the ground beef seasoned with salt, pico leaves and tau oil. Once the skin is closed according to Gyoza's guidelines, it is completed through heat for a while with the soup.

I think this is quite a flourish, with the plump boiled fuwano dough encrusted with the flavor of Guiba ground beef.

At least, the women in the Luu main house were about to get great admiration.

"Uhm, this is delicious! It's delicious and I kind of like it in my mouth. Don't you think so, Gazran-Rutim?

"Yeah, it's delicious"

Today, Gazran-Rutim remained more quiet than usual.

Perhaps we are keeping a quiet eye on the trends of the nobles.

That's how Gazran-Rutim watched me, first taking the spoon as Polearth had decided to.

Round your body further round and forward, peeking into the contents of the vessel. Then I slowly put a wooden spoon on it, and I say, roughly, soup.

On that face, a surprising color exploded.

"This is -" he said, now moving the spoon irreverently and making soup over and over again.

And finally, a white wonton was thrown in my mouth.

"Delicious!" said Polearth, a pleasant voice.

"Is this Giva's meat! Lord Asta, this is delicious!... Yeah, this tastes just like Caron's breast!

"Thank you. I'm honored."

When I looked back because I heard a strange voice called Kusu, Timaro turned that way and smiled bitterly.

Did I inadvertently laugh with my nose?

But even then the laughter was to be so lost and frozen.

"Hmm, this is delicious," Malstein also agreed.

"I see. I heard that Gibba's cuisine has such a reputation in Accommodation Town, but if it's so delicious, I'll be good at it."

"Yeah, this is really delicious"

and the so-called wellhide also has a big nod.

"Lord Asta of Fa's house, I apologize for being so rude just now. Gibba's meat was stiff and smelly, and it just seemed to be a flavor."

"No, it's an honor to say so"

I could finally pull my shoulder off, too.

So "Asta" is called to Refraia.

"It's delicious."

"Thanks.... Oh, no, thank you"

When I realized, Tolst and Leeheim were all at once rinsing the soup.

I was also afraid that I would be overwhelmed by the milk fat juice that was emitting quite an intense aroma, so this is a relief.

The folks by the woods who put their mouths on the juice of that milk fat did not react well at this point.

"You're about to get wet again, too. Do the people of Castle Town prefer wet dishes?

"... that seems to be the tongue of Karon's milk fat. I wonder if the people of the woods like oil."

"Hmm. If it's Gibba's fat, I'll eat as much as I want."

With bumps and blurs, Dari-Sauti is carrying a wooden spoon to his mouth.

Fou's parents, Baim's parents, etc. had become a bit like a tormented monk.

Were Timaro's dishes not so good for his mouth, even though he was a forest folk who used to rinse Poitan juice?

Well, I've had a taste of juicy dishes with lots of milk fat and vanilla from Roy, too. I wasn't bad, but maybe that complex taste won't be welcomed by the forest folks.

That's how we managed to get rid of the contents of the plate, and the next dish was carried.

Timaro is a fuwano dish, and I am a Poitan dish.

"It's a Gamma Cheese Hat Grill"

"This is a dish called okonomiyaki, made with Poitan"

I've never heard of a hat grill before, but it looked like a dish like gratin or pie to me.

A large plate of ceramic flat is covered like a lid with butter and baked cheese. Unique to the castle town with the oven, it has a truly appetizing appearance and aroma.

So, this is Okonomiyaki.

The practice of eating dishes like this one at a time in the first place was unfamiliar in my parents' house and in the woodland settlements, so this is the result of how to finish Poitan and how it bothered my head.

Cook the roughly chopped Tino and Giva rose meat together in a grated Poitan and Gigo melted in water. Seasonings are Genos mayonnaise made with kimus eggs, mammalian vinegar and lettuce oil in sauces arranged with tau oil.

However, we could not discover substitutes for blueberries or bonito, so it is not nearly enough.

So as a bitter meat measure, I drained the salted salt of the mare and let it go down on top of the dried fry.

Male salting is the salting of crustaceans reminiscent of small shrimp or ochiami, which the nail used in the making of chit-pickling.

This is the land of plenty of water, but for some reason, Genos doesn't have any such thing as seafood ingredients. In doing so, we used the salting of marl, which we think is a precious seafood, as an accent.

It may not be a substitute for bonito, but I think the lack has only eased a little.

Besides, this dish was also popular with the Lu family who did not know the prototype of "okonomiyaki" in the first place.

Incidentally, it was Raina-Lou and the others who baked this up because they told me not to stay in the dining room except for the finish of the main dish meat dish.

I trained for this day so there seemed to be no problem with the finish.

"How do we split this up?

In front of six round-baked dough, my last name asks me confused.

"Hand it out one slice at a time because you will cut it apart"

If you cut four pieces of six fabrics at a time, it's 24 pieces.

One cut would be enough for Refraia, and I think Donda-Lou needs about three or four cuts.

"That's an incredible dish for an immigrant people."

Timaro, who has been reviving self-control for some time now, is taking his dishes apart with a thin laugh.

Look at that hand, I'm like, "Is that it?," he decided to tilt his neck inside.

When the lid of the aromatic cheese was torn, a delicate, semi-liquid dish emerged from underneath the oatmeal.

Is it a dish that chops baked fuwano and sprinkles it with caron milk or something? The smell of cheese is blended with intense milk aromas.

So, I further clarified my sense of smell, and on the other side of it I could also feel the smell of a twinge of vanilla.

From what I can see, elongated vanilla in some shade of brown fallen leaves peeks into my face from the place.

It seems to use spices that are not as good as chit fruit but are quite sharply flavored.

The prickliness and the sweet smell of milk and cheese seemed a little mismatch to me.

(I wonder if this is repugnant to the forest people again)

But all I can do is worry about my cooking.

"Yeah, I like hat-bakers."

Eventually, when the food went over, Polearth first gave a happy voice.

Again, the combination of dairy sweetness and ethnic vanilla seems to be something popular in Genos.

In the meantime, "Gu" sounded odd.

Baym's parents, who seem to have twisted the okonomiyaki, have become very difficult to face.

Painstakingly trying to cut the same dish with a wooden spoon, Fow's parents said, "What's going on?," he asked in a low voice.

"... sticky, nothing"

"Did Baim's parents find this dish right for their mouth"

"... I haven't said a word of that"

"Isn't that a good idea? Against Asta's business and feeling that Asta's food is delicious would be another story?

Baym's parents had a bumpy face, which made the okonomiyaki a real quick mess.

I'm sure I could hear the conversation between the two in Pole Earth sitting in its front. Polearth began to cut the okonomiyaki with a silver spoon, intriguingly, as he placed the ready to eat plate.

So - again, "Yummy!," he exclaims.

"This is delicious. No less delicious than the juice just now!... Lord Asta, this fabric is Poitan, not Fuwano, is it?

"Yes, I used Poitan because it seemed more suitable for this dish"

"It's delicious! If you can cook such delicious food in Poitan, you should have put this up for sale in Inn Town, right?

"This dish is hard to eat by the clue, so it's not suitable for snacks. I was wondering if you could use it at the inn."

Since I answered that way, I've added a few more explanations.

"Besides, you can't make the condiments on this if you can't use Leten oil or Mammalian vinegar, can you? When selling in a lodging town, that makes it a little weaker."

The women of Lou still ate this dish so deliciously, but even though they were absent in addition to bonito and blue ribs and even mayonnaise, it was me who was sad.

By the way, the one person who liked this dish the most was Sati Ray-Luu, who loved baked Poitan so much.

"I see. But this tau oil tastes kind of strange, too, huh? It's oddly thick, and it seems to contain a different acidity than mammalian vinegar"

"That's tarrapa acidity. The boiled tarpah or aria is marinated in tau oil. The thick texture is fuwano powder."

"Uhm, I'm impressed!... I wonder, Lord Leeheim? This is Lord Asta's dish with Poitan!

Reeheim looks back at the exciting call of Polearths.

"Before Poitan says anything about it, everything tastes good without complaining. With Asta at Fa's house, is this really a dish made with Giva meat?

"Yes, this is made from Giva's breast meat"

"... but it is more than surprising to Non that this is Poitan, not Fuwano."

and - Tolsto, an old man sitting next to Refraia, gives a sigh of voice.

"If you can cook this kind of food in Poitan, it will make the people of the Inn Town less likely to look to Fuwano.... Marquis Genos, once you have taken it on, Non is also willing to put his life into rebuilding the Turan family, but without waiting a year as it is, the wealth of the Turan family may come to a bottom"

"You won't need to be so sad. All you have to do is solve one business story at a time that the previous Lord had tied all over the place. It would be possible to secure quite a bit of wealth by simply pulling your hand from the trade in ingredients that you had been buying so much-needed?

"It takes a tremendous amount of time and effort to do the task of stopping that business. My predecessor had a huge number of deals with Sims and Jagals. If we leave them alone for this convenience, not only Turan, but Genos itself will lose faith from both kingdoms."

"So let me help you with that somehow. Arrange for ingredients to spread to restaurants and other things that had no ties to the Turan family, or anything that could be handled in a lodging town store, and you won't waste the food that has arrived. … until now, I suppose Turan's former owner has sealed your distribution in order to monopolize the ingredients. You'll be able to buy as many ingredients as you like that were hard to come by, so maybe there's more of them who feel it's the gospel?

Not to be bothered, Malstein dampens his lips with fruit wine.

"Well, let's forget about such chores now and enjoy their food.... Asta from Fa's house, all of their food is excellent. It's a surprise to hear you can cook so much at that young age."

"… I am afraid you have said too much"

With those words back, I couldn't help but think about the mood of Refraia.

But Refraia still stumbles on the okonomiyaki with a puppet-like expression.

"Asta at Fa's house, do you still have extra food for me?

And Donda-Lou called me from afar to the lid.

"Yes, there are about eleven more left"

"Give me three. I'm just extra hungry in this amount."

And then Polearth said, "Oh, can I have one, too? I've been hitchhiking."

"I just want to keep my stomach empty, but this is unbearable! Oh, if Giva's meat was so delicious, you should have had the snacks that were sold in the lodging town too! The outlaws have been captured as soon as possible, and we would like to resume your business, Lord Asta!

Plus after that, all the people by the woods and Wellhide and Leeheim wanted the addition, so I could safely judge the extra portion I had prepared.

At the end of the day, Timaro seemed to have made a lot of extra dishes because Marstein and Polearth had just made a change one cup at a time.

Because of this, Timaro, once in a good mood, is starting to make me smile again.

"... it's not our fashion to make extra meals..."

And then Fow's parents whisper to me that I'm the only one who can hear them.

"In a dish like this, you just eat what you are handed out to you. It's getting heavier around my chest. If nobles hadn't eaten the same thing, I'd think they'd poisoned you."

"Really..."

Has the corrugated attack of dairy products called cheese, caron milk, on a large amount of milk fat caused pain to the people by the woods?

I also decided to be careful when gripping dinner in the woodland settlement and carve it on my chest.

"Timaro's cuisine and Asta's are excellent. Looking forward to your next dedication."

Mulstein said so while enjoying looking around at people caught in different emotions.