Isekai Ryouridou

"It feels like you can see some problems with the flavored grill of this gamma"

After finishing that evening's supper, Alvach let the chef of the mansion tell him so.

"First of all, it is about adding and subtracting baking, but I also prefer the procedure of broiling and grilling surfaces beforehand, and then loosening the steaming grill thereafter. That would be one of the most delicious ways to finish Gamma's meat. However, when steaming meat, the time to put it on fire is of the utmost importance. Even if you don't have to worry about burning, if you keep adding heat unnecessarily, moisture and fat will escape outside. Didn't the weak mind that thinks you can't serve gamma meat raw mislead the chef in his judgment? No matter how much vanilla and splendid the flavour is applied, there is no way that the meat at the heart loses its original flavour to achieve definite harmony. I'm very sorry to hear that first. '

'Yes, as you keep the cook, I have no words to give it back'

"Besides, it is a false truth that it cannot be judged as sufficient in terms of flavouring. There seems to be no shortage in the herb combination itself, although the weakness of the salt gas has left it lacking harmony. Since the spiciness of vanilla and the spiciness of salt are similar and different, one should pay particular attention to their harmony. Moreover, salt is one of the backbones of the flavor, so it would seem that it is the main road to assemble the flavor on the axis. Whether salt is to be added beforehand, or later, or if it is to be added, whether it is to be sprinkled as grain, dissolved in water and applied, and if the effects of those cooking methods on the meat are carefully ascertained, the foundation of flavor is constructed, on which the combination or amount of vanilla is to be identified, then it is also possible to prevent such a non-end. In other words, salt is first present in the inner belt, and vanilla is second in the costume. If the way the lower band is wrapped is not enough, no matter how the fine outfit is wrapped, the lack of comfort will be undeniable '

"Yes, it is a shrinking thought for Master Alvach's wisdom eye."

"Of course, there is no feeling that the method of cooking vanilla to the bottom and using salt later is incorrect. While winding the lower bands from the top of the outfit is not quite an acceptable practice, the method of cooking is a thousand different. Even if it's a cooking method off the main road, if the flavour harmony is finally complete, it's the right thing to do. That is how I believe there is no right or wrong way in the culinary path.... except that it would be lazy and arrogant for a man who knows no right way to dye his hands in the way. To those who do not straighten the way, it is hard to straighten the way. Therefore, it is unacceptable to follow the right path. In order to fully use vanilla that produces diverse flavors, it is necessary to use basic seasonings such as salt and sugar first and foremost. Thus, this dish is simply impeccable in the distribution of vanilla, and the harmony brought about by the addition or subtraction of salt creates great carelessness. It can also be inferred that the distribution of this vanilla will not be sufficient either, since more salt gas will also necessitate a review of the distribution of vanilla '.

'Yes, everything is my immorality'

"So, next, it's about juice dishes -"

That's how Arvach tried to overlap the words, and his so-called companion raised his voice, 'Enough is enough'.

'If I let you speak any more, the night will dawn. Chef, you need to step back now. I could be very satisfied with my dinner this evening.'

'Thank you for your excessive words. … Now if you'll excuse me'

The head chef, who was kneeling on the rug, gave a deep courtesy before leaving the dining room.

Alvach moisturizes his lips and throat with Gama's milk wine before looking back at his partner.

"How did you let the head chef down when you still only had a review of Chaska and Vanilla and Meat dishes?

'You said why, didn't you?' Cause as it is, it's really going to dawn. '

The companion, kneeling on the rug, has looked back at Alvach with the eyes of a quietly glowing slice length.

"The Lord is not here today, so there was nothing else for me to say. Everyone will be breathing relief."

Alvach's parent lord and his companion were absent because they had gone all the way to the friendship 'd' realm. It is the families of the clan that gather in the rugs of the dining room except for it.

A couple of sisters and their children who took son-in-laws, two unmarried brothers and one sister, plus Alvach and his partner, for a total of eight. Alvach looked around at those faces, but it was difficult to gauge the inside because everyone was faceless.

"The chef, too, I'm sorry. As it is, will you be leaving the mansion again in less than a year?

My partner tells me more. She was a very pitiful and beautiful woman, but in it she has the resolute temper that the people of Ger deserve.

"I only hope that the chef of the lord's mansion will wear the arms he deserves. I'm not going to be doing anything wrong '

'Still, aren't you the only one complaining? We have never been dissatisfied with the finish of dinner. They're some of the finest cooks in Gel's territory.'

'That's for sure, I don't know if they're one of the best arms in Gel either. But that is why I expect a further leap'

'You're free to expect it, but shouldn't we consider the chef's mood to be heard extensively about the nuances that only you can judge?

"But that's the kind of nuances that divide the culinary finishing touches, I think."

'Totally no more......' his partner breathed small.

'It's like you're wearing a toddler who's not stubborn. Haven't you become increasingly dissatisfied with the finishing touches of your dishes since you left for western territory?

That was right, so Arvach also had no words to give back.

Alvach was set to tour the western territories with exceptional skilled cooks. Compared to them, the dishes served in the mansion were conspicuously flawed.

'That's a strange story. Different ingredients will be handled in the west and east, but has your brother been so distracted?

As his youngest sister had asked him that way, Alvach tried his best to make him nod 'um'.

"The dishes handled by the people were irresistibly harmonious. Some dishes were unfamiliar to me as I was born in the east, but they were so complete that they did not make sense of such a distinction. For example, dishes that become" giva cutlets "- '

'Then the night will soon dawn. Your mouth won't stop trying to be satisfied with how you cook.'

My partner made me shy.

That's how his partner shuts Alvach up and then looks around at his family with a quiet but powerful look.

'Now let's go back to the bedroom. Sleep well, everyone.'

"Sleep well," he said, hand-in-hand together.

As Alvach raised his hips somewhat depressed, his sister and his wife's child approached him a little closer.

'Hey. Can I go to your uncle's nap?

"Hmm? What can I do for you?

"Yeah. But Kaasa says she has a hungover with her aunt."

When Alvach turned his eyes, his partner nodded 'Yes'.

"I promise to see the ornaments and banquet costumes I was able to buy out the other day. You'll be bored with your toddler, so I'll leave you to it. '

It is an unrelenting word to the next lord, Alvach.

But Alvach didn't stick with her dissatisfaction because she also thought her such decisive temper was loving.

'Admitted. Then come to my bedroom. "

"Yeah, thanks"

My nephew, who had just turned five years old, combined his fingertips in an unrestrained manner, and gave him a token of gratitude.

Then he stares up at Alvach with his unmixed black eyes.

Is this it?

"It fits. You still have short fingers, so that sounds difficult. '

Alvach shrugged up his nephew's little body with one arm.

Since Alvach is also a great people of Ger, this weight is equal to none. His nephew shook his feet plumper with joy as he laid his hands on Alvach's shoulder.

(... If you are a nobleman in the west, would you not even have the opportunity to hold a toddler like this)

Alvach thought so as he left the dining room and headed to his own bedroom.

Alvach recently took care of the nobility of the western kingdom for the first time. It was an extremely rare experience, as there was no interaction with the West Kingdom in the first place.

As I had heard rumors, the West nobility seemed to weigh a lot of the format. Of course it was similar to Gerd's people, but they felt more heavily on the outside than on the inside.

Gerd's man weighs more on the inside than on the outside. In other words, everyone keeps quiet on the outside and so on, so inner affairs is the key. Trust is what you connect with your heart and mind, and you don't need words, smiles, etc. just on the upper side there. It was the most abominable thing to Gerd's human beings to do when he laughed and lined up his beauty phrase with his tongue in his heart.

(I don't think there were that many people with divergent exteriors and interiors… Malstein, the lord of Selva, for example, was hard to read inside. It may take a long time to truly trust him)

However, its son, Melfried, and his aide, Polearth, could be trusted at an early stage. Melfried was an honest samurai who had no connection with affectionate laughter, etc., and Polearth was felt to be a bright and transparent person who put his inner feelings on the surface as they were.

(Of course, there are aspects of Polearths and I guess I was loving them to get in our mood...... I didn't find that unpleasant. That was probably because of the mood to bond correctly with us)

In comparison, such as Marquis Marquis Marstein and Ruidros, Earl of Saturas, were felt to be liturgical smiles. As a nobleman, I felt like laughing because this was a laughing occasion.

Of course they are the aristocracy of the west, so I guess that's the right thing to do. I bet they can't even imitate this one so they can't imitate that one. Humans who grew up in different kingdoms, there is no other place where we take a long time to deepen our understanding. In the meantime, Alvach and the others should have appreciated the fact that people like Melfried and Polearth were in Genos.

(And again... you're a forest folk)

Because the people of the woodland are also inhabitants of the kingdom of the west, their emotions are extremely rich.

But that's what it felt like they were exposing their intrinsic feelings as they were.

From what I hear, they are guilty of falsehood.

It was also a story of us making our own code apart from the laws of the kingdom and disciplining ourselves harshly.

(In front of the people by the woods, they make us feel comfortable that we are the ones who are surrounded by falsehoods. How dare those who retained their wild souls like that deepen their bonds with the nobles of the kingdom of the west)

Speaking of which, there was a tremendous presence in the settlement by the woods, such as the people of the sanctuary.

It is the people of the sanctuary who will be present at the opposite pole of the falsehood. They are a clan that turn their backs on civilized society, live like beasts in the wilderness, and await the awakening of the great god Ameshorn.

When the great god Ameshorn awakens, the earth will also be resurrected with the spirits that are the root of sorcery. The people of the sanctuary must keep their flesh and soul clean so that they can reconcile with their spirits.

The people by the woods felt that there was some passage with the people of such a sanctuary.

Nor would the people of the sanctuary have otherwise attempted to remain in a settlement by the woods. As long as they lay themselves in uncleanness and their souls were smeared, they should have endured their own lives before them.

(The people of the woods are clean. Doubting the truth, etc., would be an extraordinary place of business. Rather, it is we who must keep our minds together so as not to betray the truth)

Where Alvach thought so, he arrived at the bedroom.

I nod to a squire I had refrained from during the next, then step into the room. The bedroom with the fire in the fireplace was warmed up the better.

"Come on, relax as you please"

On the floor laid with the fur of a muffled bear, he lowers his nephew.

His nephew seemed unusual and let his gaze faintly wander. Speaking of which, it may have been the first time I had invited my nephew to my bedroom while living in the same mansion.

'That's a lot of stuff. What's that?

"It was bought from the people of the North, the fangs of a sea lion beast."

'Well, what about this? You look so beautiful.'

'It's a textile that I could buy from the people of the meadows. I hear it's a design for a fateful stretch of mizza drifting through a sea of stars'

After admiring one of those things decorated on the walls and shelves, my nephew finally lowered his back.

"Your uncle is doing quite well with one of a number of things. After all, because you're still here?

"My duty as next generation lord is heavy, but the ornaments in this room are not what I could buy. It would be a collection of historical lords'

'Yeah. But once it's called Genos, isn't it? Some of the stuff from Genos?

"That's the ornament I could buy from Genos."

Alvach's pointed wall was decorated with white flower ornaments.

It is the horn and fangs of Giva, abrasive enough to glow. They use dozens of them and combine them into giant flowery shapes. In the center of it was a black stone glittering, but it was a story of a gem that could have been bought from the people of the meadows.

'All you have to do is take home as much giva fur as you can and hand it out to your family. There seemed to be no other specialty in Genos besides the ingredients'

"Oh well. But you couldn't go back to Gibba's. '

"Hmmm... I could have bought up something called Giva's intestinal meat, but I couldn't carry much, so I ate it up before I left."

My nephew, he lowered his brow a lot.

"Me too, I wanted to try the gibberish. Giva's is delicious, isn't it?

'Uhm. But it doesn't surpass the taste of gamma and muffle that much. You still need a cook with a solid arm to make Gibba's meat a delicious dish.'

"Oh well... but I wanted to try it."

My nephew drops his shoulder firmly.

As an elderly person, it was an occasion where we should try not to expose our emotions too much to the table, but the servant Alvach also got ahead of us with his apologies. Originally, Guiba's intestinal meat could have been bought for the families of his hometown, but on the way home I thought Genos and the woodland side, but I stuck with them and ate them up.

'Once the trade begins, we can bring home a large amount of intestinal meat. The other day, Totos was not allowed to pull his luggage, so he was able to carry only a small amount of it.'

'Really? Can you even wear Gibbs' clothes?

"Uhm. I plan to prepare Gamma's bowel meat here and make an exchange for it"

'Good, then,' said his nephew, his eyes sparkling.

Alvach puts his hands up and lets him stroke that little head.

'Hey. What was Genos like?

"Hmm? That's dinner seating, I think we talked a lot."

"At that time, it was all about coming and going, wasn't it? I want to do a lot more."

Alvach was supposed to distract his memory.

Now it was about in the purple moon, so it had been more than half a month since we left Genos.

'Right... Genos was a warm land. There was no need to light the fireplace, and there was enough under the jacket to spend time in sleeveless outfits'

'Heh. So warm, huh?

'Uhm. Therefore, the hues of the grass trees were also much different. I don't think it was as dark as a mountain of Gerd's, and the leaves and flowers were extremely vibrant.'

It was, of course, when Arvach found out about it in a settlement by the woods. The Morga Forest was full of amazing enthusiasm and vitality, and the people by the forest lived in it.

'Does a warm climate also affect human feelings? Humans living in Genos and its nearby lands felt calmer and more ambitious than ours. To put it badly, my guard might have been sparse.'

"But Moribe is amazing, isn't she?"

"The people of the woods are special. Morga's woodland is Genos territory, but it's hard to talk about at the same time.... are you listening to this and having fun?

My nephew nodded, 'Yeah'.

Those black eyes are lit with an incredibly bright light. Apparently he enjoys the story of Alvach from the bottom of his heart.

'... the people of the woods will never forgive those who betray their trust, even though they may be large. I never stopped feeling as determined as the people of Gerd to the people of the woods.

"But Moribe's sauce was so tight. Was it? Better than Gerd's? Better than Mahydra's sagging?

'Right. In the sense of each person's power, there is nothing better than a hunter by the woods. For example, even if you prepared the strongest swordsmen in Gerd and Mahdra... I don't think the strongest hunters by the woods have a way to thank you'

"Wow," my nephew said, glowing his eyes.

That little face is going to make me laugh.

Why do you care so much about the people by the woods?

'Cause I can't believe there's a better one than Gerd or Mahydra's.'

Ever since I said that, my nephew has embarked on himself.

"But I'm not just trying to get rid of Moribe. I'd like to go to the other parts of Selva, Gigi's, and Mahdra."

'Really? As a people of Ger, I think it is a rare way of thinking'

They said, "Yeah. You look like Gigi." Gigi sauce is a good way to rejoice and cheer?

'It is true that not all meadow people work as travellers, but there are many such people'

'Nice. I'd like to go to a lot of places too.... so I was so proud of your uncle for going to Genos'

'Well,' Alvach put his hand on his nephew's head again.

"Then you should master the Western language. If the words do not make sense, it is difficult to let the hearts and minds pass with the exotic people '

"Do you think I can go all over the place if I remember what you said?"

'We're going to start doing business with Genos. As long as you master the language of the west, any one of you can join the Chamber of Commerce that carries loads to Genos'

"If I were you, I'd like to remember the words of a garlic."

Alvach was to restrain his mouth from turning into a form of laughter.

'Encourage me greatly. Let's just say we encourage you not to break your ties with Genos until you grow up in public.'

'Yeah,' he nodded, his nephew bringing it to Alvach's lap.

"Hey, give me more Genos Yagibe outfits?

"Now let's talk about the excellence of the Giva dishes served by the woods. I told you about it at dinner before, but I haven't even told you half of it yet."

That's how Alvach was to talk about Giva cuisine until his nephew rowed out the boat in a relaxed manner.

The next time Arvach can mouth Giva dishes, no matter how soon, more than a month later. It was clear that the fact was casting a shadow on Alvach's mind.