Master and Slaves

He had been watching me the whole time, but were the dishes not washed?

"Enjoyment after it’s done. By the way, can you make this fire weak?"

"I can manage, but the oven over there has a weaker fire, so you’d better move it there."

I see. That’s why there are so many ovens.

"Understood."

After answering Mirco, I stood still and watched the pot without doing anything.

Mirco was watching the pot like me.

From around, I was being watched with strange eyes, but I didn’t care.

"...Ah, it’s probably almost time."

From the pot came gutsu gutsu, and it immediately sputtered.

"Uwa, the pot is boiling over!"

Mirco tried to take the lid off.

"Don’t touch it!"

I warned Mirco, grabbed the pot with a cloth, set it on the weak oven, and shifted the lid.

"Okay, we’ll wait a while again."

I lifted Mirco, who had flipped because of the outburst, and patted him.

"It’s a rough kind of cooking, isn’t it."

While laughing, Mirco said that.

After that, we waited a little longer.

In the meantime, I left Mirco with the pot and went to check on Muriel, who was sleeping in the room.

The room only had Muriel sleeping, Cathy, and Tiria, and Sophia seemed to have left.

After watching for a while, I entrusted Muriel back to Cathy and went back to the kitchen.

"Mirco, how’s the pot?"

"Yeah, it’s fine."

Mirco had been staring at the pot, his eyes half-closed.

No, I didn’t mean he had been staring the whole time.

"Hahaha, if I do this, you won’t be able to make the boss wash the dishes."

That was his real feeling....

So, was it time now?

I moved the pot to the table, closed the lid.

"What are you doing? Let’s open it and see."

"It’s not done yet. It needs to steam properly."

I explained that to Mirco.

Well, while waiting....

"Eggs, are there any?"

"There are, but I can’t use them without asking the boss."

"I see."

Come to think of it, eggs were precious back then.

No choice, just salt....

"Use this."

The head chef suddenly handed me an egg.

"Eh? Is it okay?"

"Ah, well, you’re a guest of Freit-sama."

"I see. Thank you."

I thanked the head chef.

I cracked the egg into a small bowl on the table and... with chopsticks....

"Chopsticks... aren’t there? Um, straws... no. Hm, a knife will do. Can you lend me two knives?"

"Yes. But why two?"

Mirco quickly washed one of the knives from the sink and lent it to me.

"Thank you. You’ll understand when you watch."

I held two knives like chopsticks, stirring the egg.

It was a bit inconvenient, but it was fine.

"Hm, you do it that way."

"This way, the eggs melt finely."

I explained to the amazed Mirco, stirred the eggs until they were done, and opened the pot’s lid.

Unn, unn.

It had properly become porridge.

"Hm, it’s white like that."

"Yeah."

I gave Mirco an appropriate answer, sprinkled salt, and added the stirred eggs while mixing.

Then I tasted it with a spoon.

"Hm, it’s good."

"U~n, the taste is weak but it feels sweet."

Mirco was also tasting with a spoon without realizing.

Sweet, huh.

Was it the taste of rice?

"But it’s delicious."

Mirco smiled happily and said.

"Oh, this is surprisingly elegant."

For some reason, the head chef was also standing beside Mirco tasting it.

I thought the taste here might not suit him since it was unfamiliar to the people here, but if the head chef said so, it should be fine.

"...Ah, cucumbers, are there any?"

"Cucumbers, there aren’t any. They’re out of season. If it’s pickles, there are...."

"Ah, that’s fine."

I took the pickles from Mirco and cut them diagonally.

"...Aren’t you taught cooking by anyone?"

"Normally, but why?"

"Because you asked if there were cucumbers earlier. You know nothing about ingredients but you’re good with your hands."

"Well, yeah."

I answered Mirco’s question.

In the previous world, cucumbers were always available.

A small plate with pickles, and then....

Since I couldn’t carry the pot with one hand, I...

"Mirco, can you take this?"

"Yes. Um, which one do you need?"

Mirco asked me, and I gave him a small ceramic bowl, a wooden spoon, a spoon, a fork, and the small plate with pickles.

"Thank you. Then, come with me."

I thanked the head chef, carried the pot placed on the wooden tray, and left the kitchen with Mirco.

While avoiding maids who almost ran into us, we somehow reached the room where Muriel was sleeping.

"Ah~ Mirco. Sorry, but can you knock on the door?"

"Yeah."

Mirco knocked on the door with the hand that was free.

"Ha~i."

The door opened a little, and only Cathy’s face peeked out to check outside.

"Who are you?"

"Ah, no. This way. Me, me."

"Ah, it’s Master."

Cathy tilted her head at Mirco and called out.

When Cathy confirmed it was me, she opened the door wide.

"Uwaah, so-sorry!"

Suddenly, Mirco turned around.

What was wrong?

When I looked at Mirco, he was pressing his crotch with the empty hand.

Mirco slowly turned back and looked at Cathy’s chest, his face turning red before turning back again.

I see, that’s the meaning.

"Ah~ Cathy. Um, this boy is Mirco. He was helping in the kitchen."

"Ah, I am Cathy.... Um, nice to meet you."

Cathy came in front of Mirco to introduce herself, but Mirco turned even more backward.

"...Cathy, can you hold this? It’s hot, so be careful."

"Yes, Master."

I gave Cathy the pot on the tray, and Mirco took what I gave him.

And thanked me.

Mirco, whose number of words had suddenly decreased after seeing Cathy, bowed his head to me and ran off to the kitchen.

I hadn’t seen such an innocent guy in a long time.

But if he stayed in this mansion, he would probably see more extreme people like Lotty or Laura....

Well, whatever.

"Cathy, place that on the table."

"Yes, Master."

Cathy placed the pot on the table and opened the lid.

"This was made by Master, it looks so delicious."

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