Magical Device Craftsman Dahlia Won’t Hang Her Head Down Anymore

"Excuse me, I feel a little like I saw your dish... it could be childish"

Dalya says in a slightly smaller voice while recommending a chair upstairs.

The three men were on a plate on the table, their eyes nailed.

"Wow, the ham is like a rose..."

"Radish is a flower too..."

Because it was a dinner just for women, the salad on the big plate played with the decorations cut off.

Nevertheless, to the extent that I made flowers with ham and radish and leaves with cucumber. Not so elaborate.

"The wiener, the demon? ……

The problem is the winner.

I bought a lot because I was selling cheap at the butcher's shop, and I remembered my previous life and kept up with it.

He makes eight legs and makes them independent on a plate. There's no point in being called a demon.

"It wasn't a demon, it was meant to be an octopus... never mind"

This isn't enough, so I'm going to cut some cheese and ham from Wolfe's plug.

"Please pinch first. I'll bring drinks and food now."

"Oh, I'll help you, too."

"So can I have a cut of cheese and ham, please?

"Well... is there anything we can do?

"Drino, I'll bring you extra cutlery, so can you ask me to set it up with the others?

"Oh."

Earliest, Wolfe like a tower dweller, but not uncomfortable.

As soon as Wolfe and I come to the kitchen, I switch on the demon guide stove.

"Mr. Irma, you were familiar with Darya's childhood, weren't you? Is your mother still near the tower?

Wolfe asked, cutting the cheese with a knife with a gizzard blade.

"Now I'm moving to the Central District because of my husband's job. I didn't think I'd see you in a long time..."

"Don't even let the user out, I'm sorry I came all of a sudden. It would have been annoying if you had come when Mr. Irma and the others were here."

"No, I didn't have to worry about it, so thank you."

While answering, also put a fire in the kitchen oven. There's already food in there, just warm it up.

And then while I look at the temperature of the oil in the pan, I get the ingredients I was preparing out of the fridge.

"Is that orange shrimp?

"Yeah, he said it was a big fish. The fishmongers are here to sell."

Orange shrimp is a large, easy to cook, regular shrimp for Dahlia.

Also known as' common shrimp ', it's cheaper than a regular red shrimp, but it stinks a little muddy.

But if you change the water a few times a day and let it go on a hunger strike, and cook with high heat, it's fine.

"I'll make this a shrimp fry. I don't think there's enough for a man, so I'll give you something extra when I toast."

Glad I bought ten slightly larger shrimps.

By the way, think of it as two per person, six, the other four frozen, and keep it to yourself that Wolfe was supposed to serve when he came.

"When you're done hanging up, can you pick a drink for me? Because I don't know what you guys like."

"Sorry, I'll make it up to you today."

"No, because it's not Wolf's fault. Um... don't blame Mr. Bertie. 'Cause I don't want to be in a fight from now on."

"Oh, we don't fight from here..."

If you turn your gaze to Wolfe, who tells you to disappear, you look like a reflection.

Maybe he was going to pay attention again after this. I'm glad I told you first.

"... kind of smells so good"

"Maybe it's just the smell. It's orange (no) shrimp bisque soup. I didn't make it properly like a store, so it's" Mordori "."

When it comes to bisque soup, the name is cool. but I just took stock with a fried shrimp head and shell, minced extra vegetables, tomatoes, and raw cream in bulk.

I thought it was too light for the knights who have been working out all day, so I'll just add a little salt and butter.

When fried shrimp afterwards, he carried a plate of soup and dishes.

Back in the living room, line up the plates before Dorino, who seems calm, and Randolph, who sits still.

"So here's to you, Dahlia?

"Uh... well, I wish you all the safety of the Demon Crusade Squad and happiness tomorrow, cheers"

"Cheers."

"... thank you for the mercy of the Chairman of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce, cheers"

Only one person said something low and different, but decided to keep quiet.

If you're tasting sweet red wine with thirsty throats, the crust spills from around you.

"Yummy......"

"Yum! I thought it was tomato soup. It's shrimp..."

Wolf and Drino seem to have the right flavor. I'm honestly relieved by the way you taste fun.

If I looked across the street worried about the quiet, there was Randolph who didn't change his expression and drank soup with a good trick.

Randolph often tastes official bisque soup. I hope they don't compare much.

"Is this, asparagus?

"Yeah, that's right."

A large plate was stacked with asparagus bacon rolls.

I wrapped bacon around the long asparagus and cooked until the ends were crisp. After serving it on a plate, I sprayed it with black pepper, so it still smells good.

If you stab it in the fork and carry it to your mouth, what a blend of bacon saltiness, fat and asparagus sweetness.

She apparently liked it because of the many times Wolfe chewed it next door.

but across the diagonal, Drino was struggling to cut the bacon with a knife.

"It's hard to cut with a knife, so you might want to stab it with a fork and eat it"

"I'm sorry, I behaved badly..."

"No, that's normal in us. My father was eating with his hands."

"Wasn't he the Baron, the father of the president of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce?

"Yeah. But I just went up from the common people, and I didn't behave well. I'm the same."

"I'm making it easier when I get here too, thankfully"

Wolfe stabbed an asparagus in the fork as he said, and kept his mouth shut.

Drino starts eating the rest with a relieved face.

Randolph is eating silently. Wolfe recommended the wine, but he was saying no.

"It looks like some kind of fancy shrimp..."

"No, it's orange shrimp."

On each plate are two large fried shrimps. with tartare sauce and leaves.

Bite the still hot fried shrimp and the puffy body has conveyed the flavor of dark shrimp.

If you ignore calories and add plenty of tartare sauce, the mixed flavors taste even better.

"... Absolutely not, not a common shrimp, if you're not noble, you're a big merchant..."

There are people who talk to bumps and shrimp, but they are busy eating, so I decide to stay calm.

When she had finished eating fried shrimp, Darya went back to the kitchen once.

Boil the pasta in boiling water and make a peperoncino that won't take long. The salt was slightly thicker, and the chili and garlic were increased.

Wolf and Drino's plenty of food after that was very pleasant to watch.

The additional plates were also cleanly empty and I could see a satisfied face.

But Randolph refused me an extra plate. Besides, he switches from wine and drinks water.

I guess it still doesn't taste right. I let you go out with me, and I'm so sorry.

"Um... I have some pumping for dessert, how about that? Pretty sweet though."

"I'm sorry, I'm not going in."

"Likewise. This one's too good for me to get the first cup of eyes"

"... can I ask you a favor?

Only Randolph asked for it while the two of them said no.

Perhaps you care about yourself. More sorry piles up.

Hurry to warm up in the kitchen and place hot pumping pottery in front of Randolph, on a small wooden dish.

He thanked him and started eating, but the amount of creampie with a spoon decreased from about a second bite to about half.

I wondered if it was hard for me to say it, and I tried to tell him to leave it, and stopped my voice.

Randolph's eyes are just a little down.

It's a small looking spoon when he holds it, every bite, tastes very important.

Could it be that Randolph likes sweets?

If he prefers something sweeter than alcohol, he can be convinced that he doesn't need alcohol.

"Dear Randolph, if you don't mind, there's one more thing, how about it?

"The... No, thanks"

A broken look for a moment seems like a haunting boy.

Darya decided to increase the amount of snow and honey.

Later, along with the pampering, the honey to be applied additionally was given with a small bowl.

Randolph sprinkled plenty over there and was beautifully taunted.

Glad Randolph managed to have something to eat, too. So relieved, he grabbed a bottle of red wine.

"Miss Dahlia, everything was delicious. Thank you. I'd like to put some wine on for once."

"Oh, thank you"

I was a little surprised by the sudden words.

Wolfe next to me is looking at this one with her eyes narrowed.

In the case of aristocracy, was it gratitude or encouragement to pour wine from oneself to those below? I think something happened in the courtesy book, but it doesn't come out like that.

"Oh, I don't mind staying seated. Noble courtesy is void here."

He stopped Darya, who was about to rise, and Randolph stood up.

The red wine poured into the glass on foot was a relieving sweetness.