Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

The power of nobility is amazing!

I really do.

Because the moment I became a noble spouse it became so much easier to acquire land that I was so distressed.

Or here comes the biggest realtor in Turkiiba without even having to go out...

"Mr. Sawadi was looking for a place for the theater and pinched in his ear..."

What can I say, you've been collecting and selling power of attorney for sale around land that looks good.

Until now, I have been struggling to acquire land even if I had just bought factory land and apartment land.

What the realtor brought this time was a large plot of land that even colleges are likely to soak up.

The price is about the market plus a little ride, which is a hell of a good story.

So far in my life, I've taken care of the Schönker family sign, which is my parents' big merchant, but it turns out that a sign called aristocracy is more overwhelming.

The story goes on to dunch (...).

Of course I jumped without one or two.

Nevertheless, the cost of the land was not as good as the money I had saved up to now, so I got a loan for that for two years.

Normally I need a guarantor when I take out a loan of this level...

The realtor told me it was ok without a guarantor, and I almost chipped out of my back.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I can give it back, but I kind of realized that I'm not who I used to be, or that I feel a heavy responsibility as a species...

Well, think positively that there's more you can do.

The land was a place with buildings and gradients everywhere, so we're going to let the slaves fix it further.

I guess I'll keep it as a squad yard or an athletic yard until I save some money to build the upper stuff.

It's only been a while since I finished a generation of shopping like that, and it's been a rough summer day.

I was off today, and I was looking out in my comfort chair at home.

I don't know why, but after you make a big purchase, you're in a state of wonder and relief.

Maybe there's a fight between what I got and what I lost in my head.

At the window, his new wife, Laura, was wrapping around the pages of the book, and a curtain shaken by the wind was creating a gradient of light on the floor.

Torf's tail of a little flying dragon resting on his head moves loosely to the right and to the left in front of him.

A servant of the house came in where I thought I would leave myself intact to that movement, which was as regular as the metronome, to the drowsiness that had sprung up all the time.

"Sir, ma'am, dinner is ready"

"Oh."

"Uhm."

I kind of drag my carefree body and walk to the dining room.

We wizards can catch the wind, so it's not too early to stay in the heat.

But even if you stay in front of a fan all day, hot stuff is hot.

Summer is hot, summer is dall, this was the truth across the world.

"Today's lunch is a sautéed lamb abalone. The soup is tomato..."

Grandma Mion, the maid chief, explains everything, but nothing comes to mind.

No, I don't have an appetite.

I'd love something more refreshing.

I'll eat anything if you let me.

"Coon......"

"Oh, Torf, are you hungry too? Then you're this."

As I was fighting with the hot lamb chops, Grandma Mion took the demonic crystal out of her apron pocket and brought it in front of Little Fei Long.

Torf is the name given by Laura.

I don't know where it came from, but I'm glad it's not a weird name.

Even if there were people in this world with direct-ball, lower-story names in their previous lives, they wouldn't laugh because I'm the only one who can figure it out, and it's hell.

Torf received the demonic crystal from Grandma Mion's hand and drank it for one, rubbing his head on his hand as it was.

So far, the reputation from the servants of this house of learning-inspired demons seems good.

They seem adorable for everyone, and Grandma Mion made me a torf bunk with some cage and cloth.

The other servants are touching and talking when they see them.

Blah, I'm like a pet robot from a previous life at a learning stage where I don't have the self yet, but from someone who doesn't know a lot about demonstrators, it also looks unique.

I want more data, so maybe I can distribute it to the servants I want.

Everyone here can read and write letters, so they won't have a problem writing a report.

I was assembling an afternoon appointment in my head watching Torf yawn with his wings open on my grandmother's hand.

But this meal is delicious, but after all, it's hard to have hot meat and warm soup on a hot day...

"What's wrong with you?

Did they see the meat on their cheeks with a complicated face, and Laura in the seat across the street called out worryingly?

"Be a little bit of a summer butterfly..."

"Oh, really? Hey, Mion, tell the head chef to get us some porridge tonight."

"Yes, sir."

Hmm, wheat porridge... that's fine, but as a former Japanese, I'd like to eat something else.

Cold or bare noodles...

Is that it?

I mean, wouldn't you normally be able to do both?

I have pork, and the noodles are made from wheat.

"Wait, I have a suggestion for you, too."

"What, you got a dish you want?

"No, I have a dish that I came up with, so I'll let the slaves make it."

"You're a slave... doesn't our chef care?

Laura looked at the kitchen and said.

Oh well.

I didn't even care that meritocracy pervaded the Schenker family, but usually nobles don't eat slave-made rice.

Um, well, if that means letting the cook make a recipe that he can do, I don't care.

"Then I'll gather it in a recipe and bring it to you."

"Right. All of them, I'll help you too."

"What, I study with a slave cook, okay?

"Come on, I don't mind myself. I am the wife of the slave king of Turkiiba."

That being said, Mr. Laura flied a wink with tea glare.

After dinner, the two of us headed to my parents' house across an eight-legged bicone made for Mr. Laura.

To get the ingredients for the recipe I plan to make today.

Our house is about the best and most unmistakable merchant in Turkiiba, so we have a huge accumulation of supplies with lots of variations, right?

My brother was supposed to be riding around too. The demon-modified bicorn was still noticeable, and I was embarrassed to have my fingers all over town.

Well, in my last life, it's like Fe 'ori, so let's think it's a famous tax.

"I don't mind fish soy...... dried seaweed in a dried sauce, what do you use for this stuff? Fertilizer and fodder, right?

"Cooking. Cooking, bonito?

"What is it? I've never even heard of it."

I was calling the superintendent at work to show me around the warehouse, but it's quite an inventory.

By the way, Mr. Laura is talking to her father.

That's a father-daughter group.

My dad begged me to "strengthen my stomach with magic" when we broke up, but you wouldn't be so nervous about the person you exchanged up to the cup.

If you're that nervous from now on, every time I go to show you when I have kids, you're gonna end up like dried food.

Dry...... whoa, speaking of which, do you have any dried shiitake mushrooms?

Shiitake mushrooms are called dead wood mushrooms over here, right?

"What about dried dead wood mushrooms or something?

"There's only a few of them, because they'll be gone soon."

Dead wood mushrooms are mostly monopolized by merchants in the eastern mountainous areas.

It's hard to grow anywhere else, and I can barely grow it...

They sometimes find it even in mountains that look far from Turkiiba for once, making it a penny for adventurers on expedition.

No, wait, can I grow it here?

"All right, give me that, too. I'll grow one."

"Yep...? I don't think that's possible..."

"You don't have to try that."

"Heh... well, put it down for us if you succeed"

Awesome. It made me feel like a little fool. They said it.

But I can't help it.

The cultivation of dead mushrooms has long been the subject of research in the private sector.

Some rich people get hooked on that and go bankrupt, it just seems like a kid's road trip.

"Send the dead mushrooms to the mansion."

"Ok, are the fish soy, dried seaweed and dried seaweed ready for the chicken at HQ?

"No, I'll use that right away, so get off my horse."

"Okay, I'll arrange it"

At times like this, an eight-legged demon horse as long as a limo is easy.

I can bracket everything behind me.

Instead, kids can chase you in town.

Me and Laura were talking about town again until we got to the headquarters of the Magical Schenker Group.

Arriving surprised the slaves guarding in front of the headquarters of the Magical Schenker Group, we just grabbed Sealy and Hunt, the cooks, and moved to the cooking area.

By the way, the example hole (...) is behind HQ, and they're also disguised, so you won't have to worry about finding it for now.

I may have to tell Laura about the Demonic Crystal Plant at any rate, but if I could, I would like to keep it to my grave.

It's complicated, you're a shaky manly man.

"Is it a delightful refreshing food to eat in the summer, can I just boil a thinly sliced pig and put it on a salad?

"Oh, please."

"Am I that saumen for now? I'll try to make peperoncino, you don't add eggs to make it, do you?

"So nice to meet you"

Laura introduced us to some of our main slaves, but many of them are still nervous and unable to speak properly.

Does Sealy and Hunt have a solid education in slave traders, and they don't ask about their husband's complexion other than mine?

People still care about education.

I'd like these two to do a basic education to slaves in the future.

I start making noodle tweezers watching pink-haired dancer Sealy start boiling water.

There are quite a few varieties and plenty of oil dressings, so flavoring cold shabu is ok even with the existing ones.

Open the dried kelp and dried vegetables in a pan with water and bring the water to a boil.

At a time like this, it seems there's a pretty big difference between boiling it from water or putting it in hot water, but you could have someone verify that later.

"Boil dried seaweed and dried seaweed in water......"

Laura is taking note of the procedure beside me.

As much as I appreciate it.

When the water comes to a boil, wait a while.

It's like my grandmother used to make miso soup like this at my parents' house in my previous life...... I feel like it.

The noodle tsuyu stock and the miso soup stock work together, maybe.

"Master, the pig has been boiled"

"Oh, well, I'll get some ice out of it, so let's cool it down"

"Do you want to chill?"

When I squeak and shrink the water, pour it over the plate using magic, the ice builds up on the plate as I make a crisp noise.

Sealy began to line up the meat one piece at a time on top of the other.

Is this how good it was to chill...?

Well, even if not, the recipe will improve in time.

"You, can't you make this but a wizard?

"Ah..."

Laura's words, staring at the shiatsu and the ice, were, by the way, of the essence.

That's right, if you use ice, you can't make a chef.

No, no, wait, there's got to be some way.

"No, you know, ice making magic..."

"My house would be fine."

Miss Laura stroked my head gently.

Sure, we have money, so it's okay to use the magic equipment, but trying to make this approximate would make it a very expensive dish.

It is also with the bare noodles that we use ice to cool.

Hi both, it's going to be an aristocratic road food.

It's expensive to be cold in the summer in this world with no flongas or compressors.

Well, salvation is no problem for me to eat.

Let's put the resolution behind us.

When it comes to cooling down, it's just as difficult to cool the house as it is to cook.

I hope we magically chilled it, but soon it'll be too cold and frosty all over the house.

Magic is like a bullet that stays shot if you shoot it, and lasting control makes it extremely difficult, right?

Of course there are cooling appliances, but they are not popular.

It means a cospa that even nobles hesitate.

While I was thinking about it, the meat seemed cold.

Place on a cabbage and radish salad and sprinkle with oil dressing.

The pork shabu-shabu salad is complete.

When I grab the meat and salad together with the chopsticks and throw them in my mouth, my mouth feels cold and good.

The scent of soaked sesame seeds mixed in the dressing and the intricate flavors of the weaving of sugar and spices go well with pork.

Shaky vegetable teeth are also cool.

I think I can eat as much of this as I want.

"This is good."

Laura, who tasted pork shabu-shabu salad, is also standing her finger with Nico smiling.

Well, this is a cheap card, isn't it?

"It's cold and delicious"

Seelie seems to like it too.

I'm glad you succeeded with just one menu for now.

Hmm?

Someone pulled my leg.

Looking down, he has a green gorilla clinging to his right leg, pointing toward the workplace with the hunt.

Apparently, the bare noodles have taken shape, too.

Heading with the gorilla, the green-haired poet Hunt was stretching the fabric clouding his glasses.

Little gorilla approaching agile with a knuckle walk at her like that.

It's a surreal sight.

"Oh, thank you for your time, Gene"

"Uho."

In reply to the words of gratitude, the gorilla clings to her white feet to show her dear affection.

Um, I shouldn't laugh, but it makes me laugh...

"Master, will you look at the hardness?

"What? Oh, yeah, hardness."

That's just bad for making that gorilla yourself and laughing.

Hardness, hardness...

"I don't know, I made it like this."

"Ha, then I'll hang up like this"

There was no way I knew how hard it was.

Mostly I've only eaten dried noodles, haven't I?

I was dropped off by a gorilla that swept my hands off with curly eyes and back in front of a boiled pot, I threw away all the utensils inside for now.

I'll just shrug the stock a little and see how it tastes, but it's just a thin salty flavor.

I have no idea.

Is this it?

... do I have to try anyway?

In the meantime, pour the stock in the same amount in several cups and try to make several varieties while changing the amount of fish soy sauce, white wine and sugar.

Let's start with a strong stock and taste the rest from a weaker cup.

Thin, but delicious.

I accidentally drank it up.

Wow... it's just hard when you drink it dry.

The taste is completely different at the point of fish soy instead of soy sauce, but I was usually impressed with the noodles Tsuyu in my memory.

Next, half a cup of stock and more.

This is too thick.

Fish soy sauce.

Sounds like a pretty thin flavor to me.

"I think I like the flavor better when it's dark over here."

"Neither do I. The first one is a little blurry, or as a pepperoncino sauce......"

But once they tasted it, the two natives of this world preferred the dark flavor...

Culture shock...... no, is the taste of the former Japanese too delicate?

Eventually I decided to make both thin and dark flavors.

As he separated the pan and boiled the noodles Tsukuba, Hunt brought the bare noodles over the pastama scene.

Tell him to boil water in the pan, and I'll start to cool down the noodle sauce.

It is also better to chill the noodles in the refrigerator.

When you place a pan with noodle sauce over magically served ice, it moves to a pan of bare noodles.

The noodles have a short boiling time.

I'd rather do it than have to fail at first with some experience.

When the hot water comes to the gras, add the raw noodles to the dosa.

Weigh a minute in your heart.

I soaked up a muscle of bare noodles with chopsticks of electrolithic fire and put them in my mouth!

..................... yeah?

... Yeah, udon.

Right, the pastama scene made the noodles so thick...

"This is refreshing and nice"

"Throat is good, these sauces are delicious too"

"It's a little soft, but I like that the other way around when it's cold"

Nevertheless, udon was very popular.

After all, the dark flavored sauce seems to suit everyone's mouth, and Laura, Sealy and Hunt are happily cheating on the chilled udon.

Well, if it's a big success, it's a big success...

The udon suddenly came to me where I was completely bare noodle belly, so I felt like I wasn't really sure myself.

"Cut it thicker, drop the eggs and pour the stock and the fish soy sauce into it, it's delicious."

"Really? I'd love to try that."

"I still have the dough left, so I'll cut it right off!

"I'll boil the water."

Bukkake udon was also very popular.

Raw eggs can't be eaten without the magic of killing fungi, so practically this is also a menu dedicated to wizards, I guess.

"I stretched out the noodle sauce earlier with hot water. It's also delicious to eat in a warm sauce."

"What? I'd love that, too."

Then I'll boil it.

"Master, tell me how to make Tsuyu"

I cooled my body down because of it, but ended up indulging in udon over the middle of summer.

Well, I can't even do it.

The stock goes with the udon, and there's no way it's bad.

"Master, I think we'll hit this if we even put it out in the street."

"Make sure to create a pastama scene of thick noodles and spread it to the world!

"Yeah, yeah, I think our chef would be happy to make this."

"Well, I'm glad it fits your mouth"

"How to make saumen (...), we need to put it together properly from now on"

...... hmm? Saumen?

Oh, yabe!!

This thickness means it's not bare noodles!

Udon 't say!!

I managed to circumvent what was about to become Peperoncino's two dances with such a polite explanation that the udon stretched.