Rice for Enoch’s Second Expeditionary Unit

Wait for the blizzard to subside and go down the mountain.

I put a noble boy on a stretcher made of rugs, Mr. Gull and Mr. Zara's long weapon, and carried him along with me, eh?

Along the way, we're talking about what we'll do when it's a battle, but if you make a point, captain, I'll say something outrageous.

"That's when it's decided to let this guy go and run away."

"What, that's terrible!

The captain giggles like a gahaha and a bandit. If you were in an unbelievable mood, Zara told me, "You must be joking, it's okay".

I want you to stop making confusing remarks because your face sounded so vicious and genuine.

The sun is sinking outside. If we don't get back soon, it'll be dark.

I didn't talk about nothing in vain and went down seriously crisp.

Upon returning to the headquarters of the Knights, the noble boy was to be treated immediately by a doctor.

Luckily, it looks like it was done with minor injuries. The nurse's sister praised me for the good first aid.

When I finished my report, my noble uncles also came to thank me. He was already told that he was likely not to help, and he was happy to weep.

Good. I thought it was good, but that wasn't the end of it.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to collect my luggage"

Everyone but me had abandoned their luggage. I have to go to the mountains to pick up some valuables.

"And then they told me to check the remains of the snow bear as well"

Me and Urgas shouted "Yeah ~..." at the same time.

Apparently, I have to stay here overnight. I was wondering if I could go home because I have a carriage.

Well, I assumed somehow it would be.

Urgas was holding his head and poking his knee on the ground, believing he could go home and didn't suspect it.

"What's going on? Were you planning on doing something in Wang Du?

"I don't. I don't have a fiancée."

Captain who makes his face strong when he hears about his fiancée.

They all pretended not to look, but they had bright red handmarks on their cheeks in the morning. Though the swelling on my cheeks is also removed now.

I'm sure, "Which is more important, me or your job!? I must have been told."

I definitely wanted to see it raw. It's something I can tell you because I have other personnel.

Urgas remains depressed.

"Then what happened?

"It doesn't fit my mouth, there's a meal here."

"You won't have a choice. It's a rushed facility. There's no way there's a cook."

Indeed, the soup I ate during the day was quite punchy, as Urgas put it.

If I insist, it tasted bad.

In tears, Vulgas claims. He wants something delicious.

"Urgas, I don't know if it's delicious, but shall I make something?

At least, I suggested it because I thought I could make something better than the meal served here.

"Yes, okay?

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Thank you, Squirrel Health Soldier!!

Urgas was weeping with polories and a muscle of tears. Did you not like it that much?

If you're thinking about what to make, the captain suddenly comes out with the object in front of you.

"Then use this"

"Yikes!!

That's some animal meat with no neck. Probably a mountain rabbit (Heath) due to its size.

I just mowed my neck, I didn't peel my fur or anything, and it just seemed to bleed out.

"What's wrong with this?

"I hunted in the mountains during the rescue."

They were also securing food, thinking if they couldn't join Urgas.

I received a raven (Heath) from the captain.

I had it mildly, but when I received it, it would be unexpectedly heavy and fluttering.

"It's okay, Mel, aren't you tired?

Mr. Zara supported his back and peered in. I shake my head to the side that it's okay.

Still, it wasn't the limit.

In the meantime, it's going to get in the way of the cook's knight in the kitchen, so I'll cook it outside.

For once, I asked the captain to get permission from the one up there.

Mr. Gull said he'd pick up firewood and stuff, and Urgas and Deputy Berry would go get the ingredients.

You think Zara can help me?

While waiting, disassemble the ravioli.

First, tie your back leg and hang it in the tree.

He cut into his legs and peeled off his skin.

"Oh, you're good."

"My father was good at hunting rabbits."

"Yes, it was."

In the village, the dismantling of small animals is a woman's job. So if you're about ten years old, it will be firmly planted. When I was a kid, I cried and dismantled it.

Remove the guts, separate the meat from the bones, and rub them with snow to clean them up.

"You're used to Zara, too."

It was crunchy and razor-sharp from earlier. I thought you remembered in the dining room, it wasn't.

"I was eating ravioli, too."

"You did, didn't you"

Ask him what kind of dish he was eating and he'll increase his unexpected cooking methods.

"Soup simmering in blood or something"

"Yeah!"

Anything, it seems that snow-country living was difficult to secure ingredients and eating without even wasting the blood of prey gained from hunting.

"I used to make blood sausages and stuff in my village."

"Classic, isn't it? What about the blood putting?

"No, I've never heard of it"

Blood putting is made of livestock blood, spices and wheat, naturally rich in iron.

They eat it with sauce of wood.

"You can't imagine the taste at all."

"Uh-huh. Feel like a failed pancake?

What the hell is a failed pancake...... Sounds like strange food.

"Doesn't it taste like pancakes, blood?

"I won't. Hey."

"I see."

I got a little interested. Iron tends to be scarce, so I think it might be a little good.

"These stories, when they tell other girls, they say they're sick."

"That's right. Well, there's a unique culture everywhere."

Even our village has dishes that are made by rotting beans. If I told you that, Mr. Zara was surprised.

If you thought it was something to eat anywhere, one day you behaved like a traveler and looked up and said, "I've never seen anything smelly like this! I heard him say," I discovered it was a traditional food in the village.

"I see, you ferment beans"

"Yeah, it smells terrible and I'm not good"

Zara wants to try it. I thought you had the courage.

The captain and deputy captain Berley will be back when the demolition is over.

Looks like permission to cook outdoors has been granted.

I process meat, so others ask for help cutting vegetables or lighting a fire.

First, add the snow to the pan, add the bones of the mountain rabbit (Heath) and take the stock.

While waiting for the snow to melt, beat the meat to ground beef. This time, the soft spine is crushed together.

To eliminate the smell of meat, the spices were well served.

Drain the ash juice from a pan where the snow melts and boils, take the bones and add the distilled liquor.

I added the vegetables that Lieutenant Berry and the others cut for me and simmered them for a while.

When each comes to a boil, add the ravioli boned meat dough.

Again, drain the ash juice.

At the end of the day, season with spices to complete the "Snow Melting Pot with Ravioli Dumplings".

In the dim, rely only on the corner light to dress the vessel.

The sight of the knight's brothers as they looked around was piercing with guzzle.

But now we were hungry > embarrassed.

The meal is ready.

The captain takes the forest apple (maila) liquor out of my bag.

"Hey, captain, he said no!

"Don't worry. There's no way a great man could come to see this."

Pour all the Mori apple liquor into the cup. Apparently, he's going to tailor himself to an accomplice.

After a pre-meal prayer, the captain pushes each and every one, the liquor-filled cup.

Everyone laughed bitterly at the cup with booze in their hands.

"Well done today. Don't hesitate to drink."

Although it's an unauthorized amateur drink. I thought that was enough, so I reopened and toasted.

It seemed to stain my tired body with alcohol.

Urgas and I, who have weak alcohol, drink forest apple (mela) liquor boiled in a pan on the second cup.

I can't stand this either.

I also decided to get a ravioli pan.

I took a sip of soup. I'm surprised the sweet stock is out. Even the captain's cluttered blood drain was delicious enough. After all, winter ravens are delicious.

The meat resembles a bird. The meat dumplings are hawky, and the spices are well priced, so there is no odor. The bones are also dusty and have a good texture.

Everyone was eating silently.

I can tell by the look on your face how it went.

I thought it was best for your mouth.