Isekai Ryouridou

It is that night.

In addition to their safely returned parents and guest Nanaqem, the Alvakhs were set to surround dinner with eleven.

"The other cooks will be preparing dinner this evening because the chef has left the mansion. But since they are also the finest culinary numbers in Gel, you will certainly be satisfied with our guest, Lord Nanaquem."

Alvach's mother had told him so beforehand.

My mother took it from me, my father keeps his silence. but I guess the father's exaggeration has been passed on to other families. Everyone looked more than usual and didn't even try to make an extra mouth.

(Whatever, I keep my mouth shut. I don't care how you point out it's not going to improve the quality of your food immediately.)

Alvach looked around at the dishes of the rug in a dark mood.

It is a more sumptuous dinner than usual to welcome a guest named Nanaquem. There were also sufficient quantities of dishes for the flavoured grilling of thickly sliced gamma, such as river fish and vanilla and mountain vegetable juice dishes, chaska dishes covered with fish soy, and mountain vegetable and vanilla sodium.

"This Chaska is a rare thing to do."

My nephew, who sat next to my sister, says so in a whisper. Today's chaska was full of vanilla or something, and it had a light pearlescent color.

(Oddly enough, even the chit fruit or the ira leaves are refined. Not a rare practice for the time being)

Alvach carried the Chaska dish, which his partner had taken apart, to his mouth without any concern.

At that moment, great discomfort runs through the tongue. It was spicy with fish soy and vanilla, but it felt mellow sweetness from the vermilion shaska.

(Were you refining sweet fruit, not vanilla? The vanilla flavor is slightly bumped... but it seems to go well with the salty air of the fish soy sauce)

Fish soy is a seasoning made by fermenting fish. In Gerd there was also a trade with the people of the sea, so there was an argument as to whether this fish soy should also be brought up for trade with Genos.

(But if you indulge in a combination of vanilla, you will get more definite harmony. sweet finishing Chaska is an interesting attempt but this is not enough)

No matter how much you keep your mouth shut, those thoughts fill your head.

Hearing the family speak quietly, Alvach put his hands up for the next dish. It is a yellow, cloudy juicy dish.

(It's rare to be so yellow. No way, do you even use Shishi's fruit)

Shishi's fruit is a spice with intense spiciness, but it is also not used first in juice dishes because spiciness disappears when the heat is passed on.

Then, wondering what this shade might be, when Alvach rinsed the juice dish - again, there awaited an unexpected taste.

(Is this flavor... after all, Sissi's fruit?

It has a flavor that I don't really remember. Maybe that was the flavor of the shishishi fruit that erased the spiciness.

Shishi's fruit actually has strong spiciness even in trace amounts, so it has never been used more accurately. Therefore, I never had a chance to feel so strongly flavored. Eliminating spiciness through heat succeeded in using large quantities of shishishi fruit - which seemed to be the answer.

And for the amount of spiciness being erased from the fruit of the shishishi, spiciness is added with other herbs.

However, the distribution of the vanilla was felt to be out of hand again. It appears that both chit fruit and fry leaves are used, but they are still losing out on the rich flavors of shishi fruit. This was where further depth was likely to be desired if more than one vanilla was used to counter it.

(Kind of, that's just a bunch of chicken dishes. Doesn't everybody care about anything?

I tried to get my gaze around it that way, but no one was sticking around and showing anything out of the ordinary. Everyone seems to be satisfied with these dishes, including Nanaqem.

"What's wrong with you?

A companion asks in a low voice.

Alvach answered vaguely, 'No...' while taking a plate of another dish. It is a flavored grill of gamma meat.

The meat dish also had a puzzle that could not be barely done.

There is a good aroma on the surface of the meat and I like the texture. It would be fried and roasted with vanilla-flavored oil after wrapping some kind of clothing around it. Even if it's not as good as the "giva cutlet" I ate by the woods, its thin clothing creates wonderful flavors and textures.

Fire is not bad, either. It would have been supreme if it had been finished softer, but the deficiencies weren't as noticeable as last night's meat dishes.

The only problem is the sweetness that I feel nagging.

Because it is a flavored grill, there is plenty of vanilla used, and it is also spicy. The sweetness lurking behind it was slightly disturbing harmony.

But I'm not just disturbing harmony. Instead of removing this sweetness, I feel such signs of superb harmony with a little more hands.

It was a terrible setup for Alvach. Therefore, it has also become difficult to remain silent.

"Is this... the dish handled by the cook numbers serving the mansion?

My family shut my mouth perfectly.

In it, the lord's father gives a heavy voice.

'That's what my partner would have told me. Are you also willing to complain about something?

'No, not complaining... something, I felt uncomfortable. The culinary numbers that serve this mansion are meant to be awesome, but none of these dishes seem to match'

'How?' his last sister tilted her little neck.

'Not all ingredients are used that I don't recognize sticky, and I think every dish is delicious. Was there anything strange about it?

Then my nephew raised his voice, 'But'.

"Only a lot of shishishi are caught in this rubbish, right? Me, it's the first time only so many shishishi have been caught."

"What, are you saying something like Alvach to you? Shishi nuts and other unusual ingredients. '

And his father complained, but the tone was very calm. His father is drowning his first grandson, his nephew.

'I'm not complaining either. It's just that it's all cooked in strange ways, so I was wondering. Is this really the dish that the mansion's cook numbers have served?

When Alvach overlapped the words, his mother nodded 'Yes'.

'This will be a rare dinner prepared by the culinary numbers of this mansion.... but one of them went into the cooking today, so maybe that's affecting'

"Starting today? However, the number of dishes that have just entered the kitchen may not be revealed to the contents of the dish '

'No. When it comes to dinner tonight, that new cooking number is partitioning out. … the other cook numbers were afraid to buy your unhappiness, so they seemed happy to give up their seats'

Alvach often lost his word.

'Then there's nothing strange about dinner being made in strange ways. What the hell kind of culinary number is that?

'Well, a little early, shall we call the man? After supper, it's a lesson to say hello. "

Following his mother's words, a samurai has guided his cooking number to the dining room.

Seeing that look, some of my family get a surprise. It was only a very young daughter.

"You... you partitioned today's cooking job?

"It is Master Left," the girl, kneeling on the rug, praises deeply.

Perhaps it also contains Mahydra's blood. The hair tied together in one is golden, and the blink in the eye of the slice length is the deep purple eyes. However, the colour of the skin was clearly black and not uncommon in Gerd.

'... you look a lot younger'

'I am afraid. I'll be thirteen.'

"At the age of thirteen, did you finish so much food? That's amazing."

'I am afraid,' the daughter repeatedly stared back at Alvach's face.

It is a glance that seems to have a strong, albeit decisive, temper of light. Plus, I kind of felt like I was trying there.

'Certainly, it would be an amazing arm given its youth. But it's not good to hire young people like this for no good reason.'

It was the father of the lord who said so.

The eyes are directed at the mother who sat instead.

"When it comes to hiring mansion attendants and cooking numbers, we are at your disposal. What led to this daughter being hired?

"This daughter will be the daughter of the head chef who worked in this mansion until about three years ago."

It was Alvach who was surprised by the response.

"So you've been handcuffed by a cook's father and you've worn so many arms?"

"Dear Left,"

'... what is your name?

'My name is Pratica-Ger-Armaya'

"I see," Alvach said, looking at the face of the young cook Pratica.

'The man does sound familiar. But you seem to be doing a lot different than the dishes your father used to serve back then.'

'Yes. After I left this mansion, my father and I were wandering through the western kingdom to train in cooking. That's how we got to a new approach. "

To the words, the rest of the family were shouting surprises.

In it, he pokes his gaze at Pratica as Alvach's partner explores.

"Were you wandering through the western kingdom, just for culinary training? That would be a lot more unusual. '

'I'm afraid. My father thought that by incorporating the modus operandi of the Kingdom of the West, he could hope for further heights. The result will be exactly what you were told tonight.'

Pratica has thus stuck another challenging glance at Alvach.

'I am a young man, but let me squeeze all the power I can have and make dinner for you today. Were you satisfied?

'... before I do, I want to ask you something. What happened to your father, trained together?

'My father was a sick man, and he returned his soul. About the first month before today, I was about to return to Gerd from the West Kingdom. "

'Well,' Alvach breathed.

'So you took over the will of your father and visited this mansion. I'm so sorry I couldn't say anything about your father's cooking. "

'Yes. Until the very end, my father also hoped that Master Alvach would eat his own dishes. My father was impressed by Lord Alvach's wisdom and determined to seek further heights. "

Platica's purple eyes were finally burning like fire violently.

'My father is going to fall in the middle of his mind, but I am proud to have inherited all of that move. Haven't you ever been satisfied with Master Alvach?

"Satisfaction, not"

To the words of Alvach, the families bowed again.

My father tried to speak up about something, but that can be stopped by my mother. Alvach's companion and Nanaqem stared at Alvach from left to right.

"I only trained in the western kingdom, and there was an intriguing amount of craftsmanship in any dish. but there is a decisive lack of power to finish that fine workmanship in the most desirable way. Also, if you think this is enough, you're not getting the correct picture of the finished form of the dish you're trying to make yourself. You can't be satisfied with incomplete dishes like this'

Pratica shrugged herself like she had been whipped.

Then, he drips his head deep as he squeezes his hands on his knees.

"Dear Left... are you there"

"Uhm. You must be swept away by the novel manoeuvres you've gained in the West Kingdom, and your feet are gone. I feel a great deal of potential for the dish you're trying to cook, but I'm not strong enough for you to handle it. too immature and too naive '

'You' and his partner have put their hands on Alvach's arms.

I know why. Tears were spilling over the rug from the deeply depressed face of Pratica.

'There are no words to give back... I apologize deeply for serving the dishes I couldn't cook'

"I have not yet praised what part could not be done. Do you still admit you couldn't cook your own food?

'My father always said that there was no mistake in what Lady Alvach said... If Master Alvach feels unable to do so, then it must be the truth… I just feel sorry for myself not even...'

"I see. That is also a sign that you are immature. Cooks should weigh their tongues, not the words of others. If you believe in your tongue and this is the supreme dish, you may be disturbed by my words. '

'Whatever it is,' he said, raising his voice that his father had killed his emotions.

"Why can't you say anything but slanderous words when the young culinary number has made you prepare all this supper?"

"I was asked if I was satisfied with these dishes, so I only answered them. I haven't spoken of the beauty or drawbacks of these dishes yet '

'So again, are you willing to complain about these dishes for a long time? We're going to lose our new cooking number again. "

'No!', Pratica raised her face.

A face still left young is wet in tears. But his purple eyes were shining a stronger light than earlier.

'I swore to my father's soul that no matter how long it took, I would necessarily cook a dish that would satisfy Lord Alvach. If you will forgive me, I hope that I will continue to work in this mansion.'

"Hmm. I find that hard to think of, but it would be a rather difficult story"

To the words of Alvach, Pratica became an increasingly brave eye.

"Why is that? Am I… am I so much, so little to take?

'No, the opposite is true. There is no other culinary number in this mansion that has better power than yours. If you continue to work at the Mansion like this, there will be no definite growth. Besides, you are a cook who incorporates western manners unfamiliar with other cooking numbers, so even more so. "

That's how Alvach finally got to reveal himself inside his chest.

'So shouldn't you train in the western kingdom?

"In the Kingdom of the West...? It seems that there is no longer a place in the land for me to learn.

'So have you ever set foot in Genos?... No, even if you go out to Genos, it's hard to step into a forest settlement or castle town'

Pratica frowned at Ulange.

My expression has moved a lot, but no one tries to point that out.

"Genos... all this past year, you've had a reputation for something called Giva cuisine. My father seemed to be intrigued too, but we were also touring the territory north in Selva, so we didn't have a chance to take a trip '

'The quality of the ingredients varies if the terroir is different, so the decision seems correct. But there are cooks in the land who don't depend on the difference in the terroir and ingredients. "

I hear Asta and Varcus have guided a number of humans, and Alvach was also reminded of how stunning the women by the woods have their hands.

If you come to the land, this Pratica must also blossom talent. For no reason whatsoever, Alvach was intuitive as such.

"We will soon begin trading with Genos. Then I'll send you to that land. I strongly hope that you will acquire the strength you deserve as the head chef of this mansion... Lord, what will your father think?

"Hmm. You seem to have finally remembered your position"

The father abandoned the expression as he was struggling to see it move.

"There is no way that such a story can be decided immediately. And now, it's dinner time. Your dishes are completely chilled because of the extra words. '

'I'm sorry. We'll replace it with something new soon.'

As Pratica tried to raise her hips, her father controlled it with 'good'.

"It is not sneaky to turn such a brilliant dish into dust and mustard. It would also be an unacceptable luxury to waste all this ingredient '

'Yeah. Really, they're all brilliant dishes'

A mother turns her very quiet gaze to Pratica.

'We'd be relieved if we could put the mansion's cook in a cooking number like yours. I sincerely hope that you will acquire the strength you deserve for that position'

"… we remain sincere so as to meet your expectations"

The mother nodded satisfactorily.

Alvach, who watched the appearance, remembers that there is always one. His mother, who had been married from the clan of "Ji", was quite a star reader.

(Maybe both me and this girl were dancing in the palm of my mother's hand)

I thought so, but Alvach decided not to care.

Whatever movement the star chart was showing, it doesn't change Alvach's mind. It should have been a happy thing for everyone for this Pratica to grow up to be a fine cook.

(This also means that I have one more pleasure in going out to Genos)

When Alvach thought that way, Nanaquem came close to his face.

"Alvach, you look like you're still smiling."

"Uhm. I'm aware, so I can't go beyond worrying"

"I'm not sticking around, worried, etc. Shame on you and reprimand you."

That's what you call it. Nanaqem was the look that seemed to float even with a bitter smile.

Both names will go out to Genos as soon as possible after entering the silver moon. Now we have to pull the luggage, so it will be even more next month to arrive.

If this Pratica mouthed the dishes of Asta and the Vulcas, how much of a shock would it be? Alvach wasn't looking forward to it right now.