Isekai Ryouridou

"Now let's take a taste of the juice and meat dishes."

I asked my surnames to share the dishes in question.

"Sorry, we use giva meat for this meat dish, so please wait for Fermes. And I use Kimmus bone gala for juice dishes... how about that one?

"Is it Kimmus? If the bone marrow isn't flavored so well, I wonder if I can put it in my mouth... for now, let me just taste one mouth"

"I'm so sorry. I tried it with fish and seagrass stock, but it didn't stick."

"No, not at all. This is a dinner party that will welcome the Gerds, so long as my presence is shackled."

While such words are exchanged, a plate for taste served with a small amount is turned to the table. People seemed to be more interested in juice dishes first.

"Smells as sweet as sweets. Perhaps this juicy dish uses an ingredient called Mahydra Meles?

Eurifia asked with a smile, so I said yes.

"This will be a juicy dish featuring Meles, right? The ingredients are only Kimmus eggs and I think it has a very simple finish, but I hope you like it."

Meles is an ingredient reminiscent of the sweet and rich corn. Therefore, it was a Chinese style conscious corn soup.

I really wanted to try the pure corn potage, but there are no food processors or mixers in this world. It was only difficult to make a large amount of smooth puree, so it was up to me to devise this dish.

Meles, put back in water, simmers quite carefully in Kimmus bone gala stock. When the fruit breaks down and the inner sweetness melts into the veins, season the flavor with salt and pico leaves, add the thickening with water-soluble chatch powder, and throw in the melted eggs. Once the rest was flavored with hoboi oil, it was finished.

"It tastes sweet, as the scent suggests. This is Odifia's favorite dish, isn't it?

Odifia nodded, "Yeah." I'm sure you were wholeheartedly satisfied because all the same expressionless people can be visionary as if they were shaking their tails once and for all. I was also warm when I was able to bite the sense of happiness that Tour-Din usually tastes.

"How about Fermes? I don't think I'm going to feel the taste of Kimmus."

When the water was pointed at Eurifia, Fermes lowered his brow looking slightly cut.

"I'm very sorry, but it doesn't seem to taste very good to me. Since the flavor of the Kimmus bone marrow seems to be on the front..."

"Oh, you are. I'm so sorry you can't say such delicious dishes."

Eurifia said so in a more casual manner than before. Fermes, who corresponds, also smiles "at all," as if he were an old friend.

"What causes you to be born into such a body… I would also like to convey to Asta my sincere apologies"

"No, there is no annihilation either. Soon, I'll serve you a seafood juice dish."

When that separated the juice dish argument, he raised his voice as if Refraia, who was working on the meat dish, could not wait.

"There seems to be plenty of vanilla in this Giva meat dish. It has a very powerful taste."

Meat dishes are Giva meat dumplings. The herbal formula established with spicy hamburgers was applied as is. The difference with hamburgers is that they are sweet vinegar mackerel rather than demiglass sauce.

For the accompaniment, we prepare a raw vegetable salad chopped with Tino, Ma Pra and Nennon, and hang there a new dressing made from Myan with large leaves. Although the habit of eating raw vegetables is not very deeply rooted in Genos, Myanmar's dressing, refreshed by the sweet vinegar mackerel, seemed extremely harmonious.

"Surely this meat dough has a wonderful vanilla flavor. But rather than being powerful, sobriety feels like you're standing first."

And from the last seat of another table, Dial spoke a lot. The language is polite, but I guess they are speaking up casually because the other person is Refraia. Refraia, who looked back at you, also had a lot to look at.

"Of course, the refreshing flavors that are unique to vanilla will be wonderful. But isn't it painful to stand first?

"Spicy? I don't even feel spicy..."

"That's crazy. Thou, the people of the south, shalt be more sensitive to hardship than I am.

So the two girls have turned their gaze to me like they want answers.

"I'm sorry for the delay in explaining. The meat dumplings were prepared. I use different herbs, including Myanz, and only Myanz."

What Refraia ate was a spicy meat dough with mints and various herbs reminiscent of Sage, and what Dial ate was a meat dough with only Myan, which resembled a large leaf.

I had come up with an idea for putting Myan into Kimmus' mackerel, but I also applied it to Gibba's meat dumplings. If the quantity of Myan had not been spared, it would not have lost its strength to the strong taste of Giva meat, so it was safely carried for adoption.

"Meat dumplings, both delicious. We, the vanilla we bring, the satisfactory form, can be used, it feels infinite"

Nanaquem was saying to me that way.

Then Alvach, who was silently cheeky with meat dumplings, loosens up and turns back to you.

"... I, perceived, stated, forbidden, but only Nanaqem, perceived, said. It's not fair, is it?

"I, forbidden, have a long and wide tongue. Feelings, if you wish to state, Lord Fermes, do not rely, but speak for yourself."

"I understand," Alvach said, turning to me.

"Here, it's a juicy dish, delicious. Asta, you're right, it's simple, but complete, extremely high. harmony, is brilliant"

"Thank you. This is also a benefit of being able to use an ingredient called Meles."

"Uhm. Kimmus eggs, used, juice dish, before, eaten. Whether it is an application or not, Meles' sweetness, stands out, makes it taste completely different and is born. Also, while simple, behind it, a great deal of effort, feels. Kimmus, bone stock, and, Merez's fruit, how thoughtful, if not simmered, would taste so much, undesirable, seemingly. Such, uncompromising maneuvers, this degree of completeness, would be creating. Also seasoned, salt, pico leaves, hoboi oil, only, not simplified. Its simplicity, taste of ingredients, thoroughness, and draws out. Simplified, certain, therefore, deluded, unacceptable. Asta, a sign of exceptional skill and possession. And -"

"Alvach," he said, as Nanaqem could not be revealed.

"The words of the west, the long and wide tongues, are so inappropriate. clinging, is necessary"

"But it is its own mouth, it should be stated, it was said, it is Nanaquem"

"I, long and wide, should refrain, say. Everyone has tasted and interrupted."

Alvach looked at Nanaqem with a very dissatisfied look before saluting the others. Refraia and Eurifia responded accordingly with their ladylike elegance, but Tolst is a bewildered face, and Dial is a perfectly bewildered face. I was just looking forward to hearing how Alvach would react afterwards if he took it seriously.

"Let us take a moment to listen to your thoughts on Alvach later. … Asta, could you please explain the other dishes?

"I understand. Next... shall we cook seafood and stir-fried food?"

I dared to give them a taste of dishes that had a lot in common at the same time.

The dish of seafood is an improved version of "Mallory's Chili Sauce" which mimics shrimp chili, and what I called the dish of stir-fried food is "Mahjong Chan" which mimics Mahjong aubergines.

"Mallory's Chili Sauce" has been created for Fermes before. It was an improved version with the addition of new ingredients such as dust, fish soy sauce and maroon chit pickles.

The basic flavoring is tarapa ketchup, but the use of those new ingredients allowed it to be more Chinese. Chit-pickled maroons that resemble cocoa and soy sauce when pepper is a hidden flavour, but the difference will be historical when compared to the original flavour.

After all, "Mahjong Chang" used its marooned chit pickles as the main theme, plus miso and tau oil and fish soy, sugar and hoboi oil, meamoo and kel root grated, and after all, cocoa to pursue the ideal flavor.

I think the Sichuan-style recipe with flower pepper was popular in my hometown. The flavors and flavors will vary greatly between the flower peppers and the mountain peppers, but in the dishes I had this time, I felt that the cocoa played a much larger role.

Both in "Mallory's Chili Sauce" and "Mahjong Chang", the flavor changes dramatically with or without the addition of cocoa. Especially "Mahjong Chang", which is dominated by marooned chit pickling, is originally spicy, but the unique flavor of cocoa there had brought so much depth.

To avoid the presence of ingredients similar to aubergines, chan similar to zucchini was to be used, but this gives a pleasant finish. It would be more than enough to eat because I also use plenty of Giva mince.

Besides, in both dishes, I was happy to be able to use Yural Pa, which resembled a spring onion. Furthermore, if the panna was accompanied by a separate, heated pine nut, it would have been rich in colour in terms of vision.

"'Mallory's Chili Sauce', extraordinary, delicious,. This is also a marvel."

After saying it that way, Alvach looked sideways at Nanaqem's face.

"... long and wide tongues, if not, dissatisfaction, shall we?

"Uhm. Let's tolerate it"

Nanaquem is eating the same dish with no expression. Instead, Chiffon-Cher, with a ceramic tea pod, approached softly.

"I beg your pardon… I would like to offer you a new cup of tea…"

Apparently, it was Chiffon-Cher's role to take care of people at the same table as Refraia.

Nanaquem nods one unchanged, faceless look. How the hell do you think your friends, the people of the North, are being put to work as slaves - I didn't know that, but if you don't feel compassionate about Chiffon-Cher, you wouldn't dare say, "You don't have to hide yourself," etc. They strived and felt like they were treating Chiffon-Cher as "one maid of honor".

As Chiffon-Cher poured the tea in turn, the last Refraia to receive it said in a natural voice, "Thank you".

Chiffon-Cher presents herself with a very soft smile. Just seeing him like that was going to make my chest hurt again.

"... by the way, Arishna, a long time, silent. That's the one, don't hesitate, I want you to talk."

And Nanaqem said such things unto the lid.

The silence was the same with Pratica, but that's inside me, so I guess I dared go through. It may also have jeopardized that Alvach would be inspired when Pratica started talking.

Either way, Alishna, who doesn't even know what's behind that, responded "yes" with the usual deposition.

"All the food, it's delicious, I think. Also, for the first time, it tastes like mouth, a lot, so it's very heartfelt and bouncing."

"Hmm. Then, fortunately,"

I guess the fact that Melfried went out of his way to summon Arishna is not incompatible with the people of Gerd either. In any case, they are both completely indispensable expressionless, so I couldn't help but wonder how I knew about you.

Nevertheless, as Alishna and Pratica sit side by side in this way, Bobcat and Shamcat are still. Pratica, whose eyes are sharp and genuine, even with the same faceless expression, and Alishna, whose very existence is as quiet as a lake at night. For what appearance had in common, the difference felt so pronounced.

"Arishna was born and raised in the West Kingdom, wasn't she? Still, is it something that prefers to cook vanilla?

When Eurifia asked as such, Alishna responded quietly "Yes".

"My family, vanilla dishes, even in the western kingdom because I preferred them, vanilla, I was collecting them. Me, that cooking, eating, growing up. So, Asta's cooking," Giva Curry, "supreme, I think."

"So we're talking about getting Asta's street food to Castle Town every day."

Alishna nodded again, "Yes," as neighbor Dial snapped his words.

"But every day, there isn't. 'Giva Curry', stalls, days to be sold, only"

"Still, it's about half the moon, isn't it? I'm jealous enough that I can only get to the top of my leg on the 10th or half moon."

That's what Dial said, letting his lips crouch.

Eurifia laughs by the way.

"You seem to have deepened bonds every time you see them. As the people of Selva, who make friends with Sim and Jagal, I would be more than happy."

"What? Of course I'm not going to make a scene with the East in the West Territories... but as I said, I don't think so."

"But aren't the Gerds in the same mood?

"Uhm," he responded, was Nanaqem.

"Regardless, we, being friends, are unacceptable. But the people of Gerd, Jagal, hateful, thin. Deal, this dinner party, what I attended, difficult, I think"

"... Yep. From now on, I suppose we'll see each other in Genos every now and again."

Dial smiled and looked back at Nanaquem with an invincible look.

Then Alvach, who was dampening his mouth with a liquor cup, snaps his mouth from the side.

"I saw him, Genos, the knife he was selling. Extremely good quality, I think. If possible, we want to buy it."

"Exactly all that, I guess the Southern God won't forgive you. You can't sell Jagal's weapons to Sims even if you pass through the western kingdom"

"Mm-hmm. We're out of control. Jagal ingredients, as good as they can be bought, are a survivor."

Going away from the food story, Alvach was filled with a ruler-like style. Dial doesn't try to go against it either, he just responds, "Right."

(On second thought, having dinner in an exotic country with your enemies should be such a heavy pressure. Dial is younger than me, but it's a big deal)

Thinking that way, Alvach's blue eyes came towards me.

"Okay, next dish, I want to wish. Me, all the food, to my heart's content, the moment I can taste it, I'm waiting."

"Ah, yes. And finally, Poitan dishes and sweets."

In a word of "confectionery," Odifia glanced down her spine a bit.

Tour-din watching over it has a very gracious eye.

The Poitan dish was a pizza, made from heavily flavoured Gerd cheese and Persula oil pickles. It is quite motivational, using multiple herbs, starting with mints, to transform the smell of cheese into a preferred flavor.

The oil pickling of Persula is also a seasonal ingredient of flavorful anchovies, so I also use a lot of vanilla for you. When the crochet was opened by the hands of the lowest surname, the interior was to be flooded with the strongest scent ever.

"This one may not suit Princess Odifia's mouth because of its rather strong flavor. Enjoy your Chaska dishes and sweets for that."

"Thanks for your concern, Asta. I don't need Poitan cuisine because Odifia only has one mouthful of mine."

"Yes, I did," the lowlifes say, taking the dishes apart.

However, because Odifia herself had been distracted by the confectionery, it appeared that such interaction was hardly in her ears. Gray eyes gleam brightly in a faceless French doll turned face.

"The person in charge of these treats will all be Tour-Din. Tour-din, please explain."

"Yes.... This will be a baked treat with Poitan and Fuwano. I used watches and amantha for both fabric and cream."

Today's treat is a roll cake that has already been revealed in Castle Town. The contrast between the fruit juice on the dough and the crushed pulp on the raw cream was more juicy on the watches and blue-purple on the Amantha.

"Tool-din, too, is finally ready to use Amantha. I'm looking forward to comparing this to the treats Dia makes."

"Yes, no, I, etc. have just begun my training..."

"Ugh. But I'm sure Odifia won't be discouraged"

Instead of her mother smiling gracefully, Odifia is softly shaking her little body.

Under its hand, Eurifia gently offered a plate of ceramic magnetism.

"Then finish your taste of this one before the confectionery, Odifia. You'd better keep the fun later, wouldn't you?

Odifia ate "Persula and Cheese Pizza" as she glimpsed the appearance of the small surnames taking up confectionery.

The body is tiny and dull. Without even trying to bite the contents of her mouth, Odifia cursorily looked up at her mother's smile.

"Oh, this really sounds like a bad taste for Odifia."

Eurifia ordered the samurai to pour new tea into the cup of Odifia.

When Odifia grabs the cup in a robot-like motion, she drinks tea with both hands. This was how my willingness to make "Persula and Cheese Pizza" coincided with being poured into Odifia's stomach without a single bite.

But, well, I don't think many seven-year-olds in my hometown would be happy with a spicy pizza with anchovies. Thinking that way, when I tried to call on Odifia, the young princess turned her empty cup back on the table and bowed her head deeply.

"... sorry"

"Huh? No, I think I owe you an apology..."

"Stick around, I don't think it's an apologetic occasion for either. I guess it's just that it didn't taste right for a toddler."

Saying so with a laugh, Eurifia grabbed her own pizza.

"I think it's delicious. Though I don't think the fish flavor is going to be eaten... still, isn't it a flavor to be enjoyed in Castle Town?

"Oh, right. The dishes made by Lord Asta seem reminiscent of the dishes of Castle Town."

It was Tolst who raised his voice as such.

"Right," Lifreia agrees, tilting her neck as well.

"If I had eaten without being informed, I might not have been able to tell that this was Asta's dish. It doesn't mean it's not delicious, it's a dish from Castle Town.... Do people around the woods think this dish is delicious?

That was the word that was directed at the eye-fa behind my back.

Ai-Fa has a solemn face and shakes his head "No".

"At least, I never thought it would taste good. Be one of the most unpleasant dishes Asta has ever made."

"Oh, you are. But did it add to today's dedication that it would seem delicious to us?

"Yes, the ingredient Persula oil pickled is something I could hardly devise a use for… just one product, depending on what I wanted to reveal"

"It seems to me that I have done enough. What about the Gerds?

It was Nanaqem who answered, "It is delicious".

"Persula oiled, and gamma cheese, along with, flavored, without killing, vanilla, used. Asta, handy, brilliant."

"So what about Alvach, who is known as a gastronomer?

Alvach glanced at Lifreia more lightly, then said heavily.

"Short words, aggregate, are difficult. … just handy, brilliant"

"Good for you, then. Now let's have some Tour-Din treats too."

Odifia already had you there. Amantha was more annoyed and migrated to Watch. Eurifia was smiling softly as she muddled the cream in her mouth.

"After all, you look great. Amantha and Watch both have very strong flavors, but this confection has a very sweet flavor. Hey, Odifia?

"Yeah. It's so good"

Odifia was staring at Tour-Din with glittering eyes.

Staring back at it, Tool-din is smiling happily, too.

"If you let it go, Odifia will eat all the sweets, won't she? Have a proper mouthful of other dishes before you enjoy the rest of the sweets?

So the tasting time is finally over and the dinner party is set to begin in earnest.

If we get this far, it's almost like I'm done with Tour-Din's work. The rest was extremely relaxed and able to watch people enjoy cooking.

"… all dishes, delicious. Among them, excellent, I think, is this one, marooned chit, cooked"

Eventually, Alvach said so in a full-blown manner.

Further as Alvach tries to overlap his words, Fermes, who was taking a breath in tea, raises his voice.

"If you don't mind, may I be your interpreter?

"Mm-hmm. But Lord Fermes, meal, would it be nagging?

"Yes, but if you're going to debate all this cooking together, you're going to need a long time. If that's the case, I think we should tell you even a little bit more about the meal."

"Then -" Alvach said in earnest.

Refraia and Eurifia as well as Tolsto and Dial have turned their eyes round. They, too, once attended a dinner of salute hosted by the Arvakhs, would not have had the opportunity to listen to the long and wide tongues so far. It also felt like this year was gaining more mass than last year.

"… marooned chit pickles are ingredients with strong flavors and spices in themselves. There Asta layers its flavors with not only cocoa and fish soy, but also a number of ingredients: miso, tau oil, sugar, hoboi oil, myrmu and kel root. Now, the original beauty of marooned chit pickling is transformed luxuriously and spectacularly, without at all being compromised. The finely chopped Giva meat and Yural Pa are also responsible for the seasoning at the same time as the ingredients, completing this wonderful harmony. So what about Chang, the protagonist of ingredients - this one was pre-fried and grilled with Hoboi's oil, and of course it has since been fevered with broth, but the taste hasn't gotten into it. Because it has not yet arrived, Chang's original taste and luminosity are preserved, which will make the taste of the broth more prominent. The taste of rich and intense broth and the taste of pure and refreshing Chang intertwine in your mouth, while at the raging ball -"

and the "hemp woman chang" argument alone was enough calories to shock people.

Pratica keeps her mouth shut because she is right in front of noble people. But one way or another, I guess we're going to overlap the debate with Alvach. At the stage of tasting by the woods, Pratica felt like she was eager for that time.

That's how when Alvach and Fermes resume their meals, in between, other people resonate with their bickering voices. Again, the guest of honor meant that the people of Gerd often swayed the subject, to which Nanaquem had answered all too often.

Although the long and wide tongues brought about by Alvach are somewhat different, it is also a place of welcome for the aristocrats, who have become much more familiar to me.

Loose, graceful air flowing. Even Euriphia and Dial, who had a flamboyant temper, were sufficiently moderate in such places that the soothing air was not disturbed.

It was only when the dishes were finally running out that the anomalies arose there.

It was time for Alvach's long and wide tongue to resume, and when the mouth was running low from no one, and the silence of crackling was about to come on the spot - the voice echoed.

"It's a very bumpy offer... can you forgive me for saying the word...?

The Lord of the Voice was Chiffon-Cher, who had refrained at the oblique rear of Refraia.

And those purple-colored eyes - straight, looking at the cold side of Melfrid.