Sanzen no Souru Supina

"The intestines of pigs used to fill their intestines.And... flesh of the throat... nose. Do you want to add a heart?Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Laurier, Celery... no, just bring me one, I want the spice.And then... I want fresh pig blood and fat. And truffles. "

Gould Beld snorted at Ashley's early order.

The light of the eye that was filled with expectations is lost.

"Kid, now you're telling me the answer to what your food is."

"You're my assistant, aren't you?Shut up and get what you need.A few hardened apples.I like the bitterness, tenderness, and sourness that I use for sidles.Then there must be vinegared mustard seeds, right? "

"Of course there is, but there is something superb.... feel free to do whatever you want. "

Ashley began to act when she worried about the bundle of parchment for about an hour.

I have eaten many dishes at home, and I have actually helped in the manufacturing process ─ ─.

That's all Ashley could do.

No matter how bizarre an idea you come up with, Gould Beld can't beat you for cooking in a professional sense, standing up like an amateur.

Then Ashley bet on one point.

Gould Beld instantly got everything Ashley wanted.

It looks like there's a specialized pantry underneath the kitchen.

For Ashley, who wants to improve the team's food situation somehow, it is a facility and supplies that he wants to secure anyway.

However, if we don't manage the difficulty right now, we'll put it back in the blisters.

Instead of Ashley thinking like that, Gould Beld started carving fat and meat in horrible hands without even giving instructions.

In addition, the vegetables become dusty.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm sure it's settled.If you're going to make it from now on, it's the only one.How many other dishes do you think the pig wants to live on...? "

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"Besides, amateurs are getting stuffed up.All right, I'll keep the firewood kiln warm, so it's hard to boil it with terrine. "

Perhaps the king of the pig demon (oak) has a favorite character to take care of.

I think Ashley.

It's not a terrible story to be overwhelmed.

"If you've finished your lesson, please leave.I'll cook. "

"Very well... I can't expect it, but I can't wait until I've finished cooking.Until then, I'll do as you say. "

Soon after finishing the bath and washing the tools, Gould Beld returned to the feast pit.

It was like Gould Beld's personal kitchen, where he was personally thoughtful and prototyped.

The feast pit is actually an unprecedented design in which the entire perimeter surrounding the long table is a cooking area.

In other words, guests eating at that long table will eat while looking at the cook from all angles, from the cook's back, from the side, and sometimes even from the front.

There are occasional outdoor banquets in the Western world, for example, while watching the progress of cooking, but on the contrary, I have not even heard of Ashley.

Anyway, on such a crowd loop stage, I was distracted and I couldn't come up with an idea.

Gould Belde fulfilled Ashley's request to think quietly.

Remember, you're the first person to enter here.

Indeed, there was a line-up of cooking utensils, sharp and huge blades, and pots that were subdivided by application.

It would be better to call it a workshop than a kitchen.

Compared to the majestic feast pit, Ashley knew very well that the idea of the king of the pig demon (oak) was assembled here, considering its structure, the robustness and the weight of the furnished firewood kiln.

Attentiveness to incredible cuisine.

No, that's what we should call obsession.

Can you beat someone like this?

Ashley actually shook his head and drove away the idea that he was about to fall into a maze of self-questioning without an exit, and stood up.

Wash hands thoroughly with olive oil soap and arm with apron.

"Perfect... apples and cream... perfectly read."

Phew, hold your breath.

Then, when the fat of the pig was thrown into the copper pan, it slowly began to fry.

Still, we have to do it. And that's the only way I can win.That he already knows who this dish is... only there. "

Ashley stood by herself in her chest, consolidating her resolve.

The aroma of fat rises from the pan.

Throw the onion and celery and stir-fry slowly and carefully.

Pig throat meat, heart, nose meat, all minced.

Cream.

Spice.

Salt, pepper.

Once removed from the fire, pour fresh blood.

Once again, it warms up the blood by slowly and constantly stirring it over a high heat.

It was a match from here.