"Ko...... this is......!!
I received the shimmering effect visible paper wrap with a strict hand and I gently opened it.
What came out of it was a flour wrapped around crispy fried clothes. And an even stronger, appetizing, spicy, rich fragrance.
"This, this is...!!!!
Unexpectedly gasping small, Brother Ville, with a slight face from the side, mentioned the name of the object.
"Whoa, you're done! Curry bread."
"Him... Pan??
Tilt your neck together.
Hehe, hehe... Yes!!
While I feel the pressure and scratch from somewhere that "you have so much other knowledge to bring in"!!!!
I reproduced curry bread in this world with cheats from my last life…. Doya face.
The trigger is your mother. It began with a small amount of curry flour (in this world, they call it maraise flour) in a letter from a mother who is making sweets in collaboration with the Virgil family, combined with her hobbies and benefits.
"I've picked up some unusual spices from the west. But the smell is too strong to be used for sweets. Any good ideas? (with cute emoticons on troubled faces)" the moment I sniffed the malley powder sent along with the message.
I became, in an instant, Curry's tongue.
It became a tongue that nothing else could fill me until I ate curry anymore.
... I can't help but get my character bumped. But I had no choice because I grew up in curry rice for lunch, curry udon, curry noodles, and curry bread.
I definitely had more withdrawal symptoms if I didn't eat regularly than I remembered.... I admit the objection.
And then I said, "Why are you curry when it's malley powder? similar..." The question flew from Brother Ville,
"This is curry bread. It has to be called curry bread. Feel good."
"Oh, really? But not confusing?
"Um, maybe so...... ok. Let's make it maraispan. Dear Brother Malley,"
"Brother Malley?! What makes you feel like you can't undo it without acknowledging the curry?!
It was named Curry Bread after a farce called...
That's why I sent Connie and the cook at home a rough way to make it and a detailed request to make it on trial and error. I really want to eat curry rice, but there's nothing close to Japanese rice, so I made curry bread first.
"The cooks of your mansion, with blood, tears and sweat crystals! Enjoy your freshly made meal, young lady!
"Well, the analogy is a bit..."
I nodded at Connie, my anticipating face, as he received the scratch of my gennalised brother Ville, and I tried to look for the bench in the school yard with my eyes.
But what jumped into my sight was purple glittering at super close range.
Originally, he is the schoolmaster's eyes that shine in anticipation.
"That's... what's that?! What a cute scent......!!
"Eh... uh, I say curry bread.... Do you want to try it?
With that said, the school director snorted hard. What a great momentum.
It seems that our Loribava had a curry attribute...... who gets it?
That's how I manage to forgive the school director for snagging at me, sitting on the bench and offering half.
I felt the gaze of the little ones, who were as greedy as the school director, and while I felt a little sorry, I ate fruit with Pacri.
"Ngu!
"Fugu?!
Shortly after indulging in the fragrant aroma and deliciousness of curry bread, I was surprised by the school director who groaned loudly and this one made a strange voice.
Stuck him in the throat?! Are you okay, old man?! and hurried to speak, the school director stared into the void and groaned as his hands fought.
"Ugh…, ma…………….
Was it just delicious?
When I breathed in relief as I was about to get stuck, the school director took my hand gagged at the speed of the old body and others, and I stopped by and began to nod my eyes.
"I want to pull the maker of this out of my house! Please!!"
"Huh?! You can't do that, Dean. The cook and Connie are our important embrace, you can never let go!
Yes, it matters.
The head chef and I have set up a joint front during our birthday party to grow fermented white bread yeast together. (I let them observe and manage yeast all night, so when it comes to joint fronts, the percentages are different, I'm sorry...)
And as well as the head chef, other cooks and connies are among those who have been dedicated to prototyping, tasting and coming up with ideas.
In addition, I have given homework so that I can reproduce it with ingredients and utensils from this world using the basics and recipes I have written roughly.
I have so much trust with my cook that I can give you that kind of homework.
"Alice, Alice......!
"Oh, you can't look like a toddler with such a troubled eyebrow, Dean. Hmm, how do I..."
If it's just recipes and knowledge from a previous life, I can give it to the school director, but when I actually make it with ingredients from this world, it's different again. That's why I need a cook who's used to my instructions.
But you can't move your father or your mother's hired cook on your own. Go to the school kitchen, I can't even tell everyone all of a sudden... There will also be friction with existing cooks, so I can't do it without mentally tough talent.
Troubling my head about what was going on, you opened your mouth, Fredge, who was watching over things.
"Connie also gives me hope to be on Alice's side..., how about Connie recreates a recipe made by the Marquis cook in the kitchen?
"That's Fredge. That's it! Dear Alice, why don't you let Mr. Connie work in school with the Marquis?
"That's it!
"Much more!
The chemists endorse Dear Fredge and Ivan's suggestion.
Concurrent business, or... Well, as my servant, I can't put it on my side, so you mean why don't you hire me in the kitchen as a cook?
But cooking is a job that can be seen quite downstairs in this world. What do you care? Connie is a man of high rank as a servant, the "exclusive maid of the next Marquis". Is it okay...?
If you think so and look at Connie, you're still smiling like never before, GOOD! And I was thumbs-up. I accidentally close my eyes with vegans.
"Oh, that's okay, Connie? Going to the kitchen means cooking down, cleaning up after, and dirty work, right?
"I don't mind at all, lady!! Rather, take this opportunity to spread your daughter's recipe to the school!!
"Whoa! Then I can always eat him too - bread!! All right, let's hire him!
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When I'm stunned, I get shoulder pounded by the school director.
"Don't worry, Alice. Because Connie will have the title 'Temporary Cooking Instructor'. If you had a senior title instead of just a cook, you'd still have the face of Connie and Oodle House, too?
"Uh, uh, well, maybe..."
Or my exclusivity, there's no reason to admit the concurrent employment of a servant without any consultation with your father or mother. I have to write to you as soon as possible.
… Connie was brilliant and gained a place in the school as she was being streamed through the demands of each side.