Labyrinth Restaurant

Brave, cook to improve your diet

Eggs, milk, sugar, butter and bread.

Check ingredients purchased on the market to prepare lunch.

The material is OK, nothing seems to be damaged. All you have to do is make the egg liquid and stain it well in the bread, and cook it in the frying pan until lightly scorched, and you can do French toast.

While I wait for the egg drops to stain the bread, I think I'll look back a little on what I've been up to.

It's been a week since this me, the brave Lisa, came to this world.

A lot happened that week, but I was finally able to leave the King's Capital this morning with the necessary preparations for my journey. Even when it came to preparing for the journey, the majority of the preparations were made easier because the castle servants were ready.

The bi-headed carriage is packed narrowly with clothes, camping tools, food and water, and awaits its its turn.

A week after I came to this world, unexpectedly a peaceful time ensued.

It is so unlikely that the Demon King has attacked this world from the demonic realm, etc. But the fact that I was summoned means the emergence of the Demon King in equals, so it's forbidden to be alarmed.

But even though you're certain you're somewhere, it's not very realistic to look for someone who doesn't know where you are in this world without a clue, something like looking for a single needle out of the desert, if you like.

They say the king is also gathering information through secret detectives and diplomats who have unleashed it at home and abroad, but they have yet to find any information leading to the demon king's whereabouts.

It will turn to the rear, but as things stand, we will have to wait for the Demon King to take any action and take the symptomatic treatment that the brave man (I) will go to that place as soon as his place is broken.

That said, you can't be devouring inebriation in your castle all the way until you know where you are.

No, to be precise, the Kings still don't seem to care much, but the truth is that living in a castle is an out-of-the-box bore, and because of some nervousness and stiff shoulders, my little civic character was becoming intolerable in that environment.

I tried it once and found out, but you're the flower while I admire living in a castle.

Anyway, I wanted to leave the castle for some apparent reason.

To get used to traveling and fighting, training, spreading the word, the king gave me permission to travel.

Rather, I've been trying to lend the Knights' troops (about a hundred) a whole bunch as escorts and caregivers around me, so it was harder to turn that down. It's going to hurt my stomach just to imagine the weight of responsibility to command such a large number of adults.

Nevertheless, it is a journey with several companions because the boulders were not allowed to travel alone. I'll share their details again if I get a chance.

This is how I was able to leave the castle, both in the raven and in the corner. Finally, this may also allow me to osarabba with my mesimuz life.

Beated by the harshness of the meals in this country on the first day, I tried to take myself to the kitchen of the royal castle the next day to try to cook, but I was slowly turned down because it would deprive the cooks of their jobs.

Speaking of which, I've read about it in a novel or something before, and they say nobles and other high-ranking people shouldn't ”do” their chores, not "do” them. If you do something like that with the intention of distracting the detours, you take away the job of the servant who is supposed to do the job, and in some cases you may have a negative impact on the employment and salary of the servant.

If that's the reason, you can't tell my selfish, cooks that I can't. That's why I'm in the castle. I've even endured mesimuz life.

But now that you've left the castle on a journey, you can cook without bothering anyone.

I don't know how much cooking technology I have learned in Japan works for ingredients from different worlds, but I will try to make something that seems delicious.

Well, it looks like it's time for the egg liquid to stain the bread thoroughly.

This bread is so hard because it's an unfermented bread that hasn't been fermented by so-called yeast, but it seems to have softened somewhat because it's worth staining carefully with egg liquid.

Place the butter in a frying pan that has been left overheated over a temperate heat and place the bread where it has melted.

Ju, sounds good and the surface of the bread burns with the heat of the frying pan.

Overcooking on French toast is forbidden, to the extent that it is lightly scorched on the surface is sufficient.

The rest is done by transferring the cooked French toast to the plate.

Speaking of greed, it would be nice to have powdered sugar, maple syrup or vanilla ice cream, but this time it is a simple French toast that is not decorative because there is nothing that seems to be available for topping.

I'll give it a quick bite to try.

When chewed, the surface is crisp and juicy gentle sweetness spreads from the inside.

The hardness of the bread I was worried about was also much better, and although it was slightly more teethy, it turned out to be something that seemed delicious there.

For now, the challenge ahead is to improve bread, right? I remember, but I think there was a way to pick natural yeast from fruit, so I'm going to try fermented bread within close reliance on my memory.

You may also want to boil fruit for topping to make jams and compotes.

With that in mind, I kept moving my hands, and a few minutes later, I was able to have French toast for all my friends.

In front of the first dishes you see that would not be in this world, do your peers react with 70% anticipation and curiosity and 30% anxiety?

It is unknown if it suits the taste preferences of the people of this world, although I have already tried it. Still, they. They carried the dreaded French toast into their mouths.

At first I slowly checked the flavor by mouthing the small cut shards, and from the second mouth I opened my mouth wide to start eating momentum. Apparently, French toast fits their mouth.

I went on eating with the momentum that I was likely to hear a phonetic sound called gutsy, and it happened to be empty on the plate. Some look remorsefully at the empty plates. It's that if you're happy to get this far, you're going to run out of cook profit.

I've just met them, but I'm one of those people I'm going to be traveling with, so hopefully my cooking will help me crack it down with them.

... and if this was over, it would have come together beautifully.

Seeing how they didn't seem to eat enough yet, I made sure I still had the bread and egg liquid left and asked everyone if I would replace them.

I guess I was in a bit of a shape because they would be so happy to think about it later.

They kept making as they were asked, and from the edge they could, they flattened more and more with five or six servings.

If we were a restaurant around the city that could buy ingredients at the market, we wouldn't have had a problem, but unfortunately, we're on a journey, and we can't be buying ingredients right away. If you run out of ingredients without even thinking about the pace of consumption on your journey, you are also in danger of starvation.

It wasn't until after we had already eaten up three days of bread and eggs that we thought about it.

Calculating, even if it's not impossible to continue on to the next destination, the town, you're going to feel pretty twitchy in the meantime.

…………

Awkward silence is all around us.

When we packed our bags silently without anyone mentioning it, we turned the carriage path to the opposite, turning back the way we came with heavy footsteps.

It was only this morning that we left, and the time is still a little past lunchtime. By evening you will be able to return to the King's Capital.

We ended up spending the night in Wang Du that day, re-purchasing the ingredients at the market the next morning before we left again.

The gaze of kings and castle-folks who see us back for that reason less than half a day after we left was very painful.