Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Haha, did you still call Terrine?Yes, that's fine. When amateurs fill their bowels, it is visible that they become distorted.It's a problem before the taste because of the unevenness in the fire. "

Has it taken me a moment?

Gould Beld welcomed Ashley, who appeared from the kitchen in sweat, with his hands open.

But when I saw Ashley's cooking, there was a pale color of disappointment in his eyes.

"I gave it up. This is my cooking ─ ─"

"Bhutannoir. That's what blood sausages are all about. Enough, lower it."

Before Ashley opened Terrine's lid, the king of the pig demon (oak) shook his right hand with pride.

An attitude that is not worth eating in a dish that allows you to see who you are before you eat it.

Indeed, the dish that Ashley cooked was a bloody sausage, Bhutannoir.

This was generally known as a dish that combines taste with the finishing touches of not wasting a drop of pig blood.

It is a favorite dish in the western world, both in the countryside and in the court.

If it was a familiar maker, it would be packed with intestines, smoked warmly, and preserved, but as Gould Belde pointed out, unfortunately Ashley didn't have the technology.

Of course, for Gould Beld, it's just too ordinary, ingenious, and tired of eating.

"I'm sorry. I bought your taste sensitivity and creativity courage.I don't even have to eat that stuff... "

Speaking in dismay, Gould Beld embraced the shoulders of two beautiful girls who sat beside him.

The two of Kirsch and Esther stared at Ashley with their thick eyes.

Haah, and when Gould Bell's fingers touched, his glossy breath leaked out of his little mouth.

It's as if they don't understand that they will be used as ingredients.

I am entirely fascinated by the delicacies created by the overload.

As it stands, it is a tragedy that will descend on us from afar.

However, when Ashley corrected his spine, he tried to shake off the cowardice.

"Unfortunately, Gould Beld, I can't believe you're a critic who appreciates food without eating it... and you're curious to know it by tasting it on your head ─ ─"

As he looked down, Ashley turned his neck and widened his eyes with his arms.

On purpose, of course.

The effect was very good.

"What...?!"

"I can't hear you, so I'll tell you again.I said it was a big critic.I'm disappointed, King of Food. "

The eyes of the king of the pig demon (oak), who had sinked in the depletion, were set on fire in Ashley's confident appearance.

"Gooooooooooo!!" is an expression of anger.

"I don't know what to do, this kid!I am the true gourmand, the food explorer, the way seeker: Gould Beld! "

"Then be clean and take my challenge!I haven't had a match yet! "

Ashley shouted, losing to the sound of the torso.

His face was pale, but his temper for victory had not faded.

Beared by the young human knight, Gould Beld took a big breath.

Your nose is twitching and twitching.

"Interesting! Then try it!Let my tongue roar and taste the deliciousness of burning my brain! "

But prepare yourself, I added.

"If it was a boring feast ─ ─ I'll humiliate these little girls in front of you, then I'll unpack them, grill them, and push them into your throat!"

With excitement, Gould Beld grabbed Kirsch and Esther on both sides.

I pressed it against my nose to smell the smell.

The convulsing nasal cavity surrounds the bodies of the girls as if they were hands.

Oh, it's melting, it's melting ─ ─.

Bafofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofo

Now, let's have a plate of your pride.

"There's a finish to it."

Quickly enough, Ashley put a terrine with Bhutannoir in a large iron pot.

It's... somehow covered with wood debris.

Ashlet takes the terrine shaped lid.

As Gould Belde pointed out, a brown patty, almost black, reminiscent of a chocolate cake, shines brilliantly and lies there.

"Hmm, its colour and gloss ─ ─ The bath is perfect.What is your hobby? "

Here's what I'm gonna do!

Ashley set fire to the contents of the iron pot, that is, the wood scrap.

Confirm ignition or close the lid of the pan.

Hmm?

"This makes it instantaneous smoke."

"I understand. But it's better.It smells like... brandy barrel vintage. "

"I caught myself fishing in your kitchen."

"BafofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofoisBut that's interesting. I'm ready for that.Stolen delicacies are what you should earn.The important thing is creative ingenuity that is not trapped in good or evil.A little scratch, kid. That's what I want to see. "

Ashley wants to apply instantaneous smoke to Bhutan Noir.

In the case of prolonged smoking aimed at preservation, the unique acidity and eggs of wood vinegar inhibit the taste of the dish if it is not allowed to sleep for about a day after that, but paradoxically, if it is intended to be eaten immediately after smoking, it is sufficient to flavor for a few minutes, and can also be said to be the optimal solution.

Ashley's show was a sufficiently innovative technique for this era of cooking... but Gould Beld only showed a slight euphoria.

"If you were adding wood chips to the finish because you're using a firewood kiln, these would only be unnecessary performances."

But it's funny as a show.

I wonder if the audience will boil a little.

After a proper assessment, the king of the pig demons (oaks) returned to the throne with his upper body slightly floating from his back.

Ashley has already understood that it is not to underestimate the opponent, but that the opponent, whether an enemy or an ally, is stronger than the one who makes the right assessment.

I move my hands without giving you such thoughts.

If I took a few minutes to open the pot lid, I could see that the smoked film and lighting were added to the dish with a good feeling.

Ashley carefully chops the still hot Bhutanese noir.

The flesh of the heart and throat, as well as the blood and the fat that had been thoroughly kneaded, quickly detached from the shape.

The tight feeling attached to the knife is the perfect proof of burning.

Ashley put it on a hot plate with a lid cut.

There is already apple butter sautéed on the plate, which is a side dish.

Cooked on a crispy surface, three small slices of toasted wheat glow.

Serve with fine mustard seed vinegar.

Mustard seeds of all sizes, with eggs of mushrooms, shine and shine with gold.

Combined with Bhutan Noir, it is obvious at first glance that it will be unspeakably delicious.

Decorate fresh Cresson with color, flavour, and the meaning of rejuvenation.

The apple sautéed with black pepper is perfect.

But only if the other person was a normal person.

Ashley also feels that it is very suspicious that the king of the pig demon (oak), who made the most of his gastronomy, could pass this basic technique...

But I'm still faithful to the basics.

We have to do it.

"Is that all?"

Gould Beld, who was peeking into Ashley's hand from above, pressed caution.

An emotionally unpleasant voice.

I wonder if Ashley's provocation just now is working.

The attitude of not judging without eating appeared.

However, its nose is constantly twitching and it instinctively seeks to explore the essence of cooking.

"This is the finish."

Ashley shredded the summer truffles from the basket.

It is a large, fine white truffle with a particularly good aroma and flavour.

The season was somehow about to start in June, the summer mushroom season.

It is the most enjoyable season in the Western world.

But that's also the point, if we don't get caught up in huge wars like the battle over the Heriatium.

"Oh, did you come with a white summer truffle - did you fish in my kitchen?Fufu, what a treat, kid.But what's surprising about that?It's just extravagant. "

I told you it was because you ate it.

Ashley climbed the stairs leading up to the throne while using the warlike shield for his lecture on the Mace that was being swing down.

Put the plate in front of the Gould Belt and serve.

"What kind of alcohol does it match?"

"Extremely dry sidle"

"Bafofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofofo He's a loyal honorary student in that sense."

But the king of the pig demon (oak) narrowed his eyes.

"The problem is taste, kid.You can't fool around with my taste. "

"All I want is for you to be truly just in front of God, the god of food."

"That's good."

Quickly, Gould Belde took the plate from Ashley's hand and picked up a sausage of blood cut into terrine pieces with his fingertips.

Ah, surprisingly, it will soon disappear into your mouth.

And Gould Beld ate Bhutannoir.

I squeezed it around my fingers.

Chew and swallow at the rate that you really taste it.

"Hmm, is this... really... Bhutan... Noir?"

It was at this time that the colour of the king of the pig demons (oaks) changed.

"Oh no... you're a human knight... what is this?!"

What did you put in there?! Gould bell groaned with shock.