Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

"Haguettel, as promised, I shall waive all charges I have spent on this island of yours. Five million Vestas and the right to be my exclusive cook."

It seemed true to say that he would pay consideration for what he had eaten, and Bartley, the butler, handed bald tells a cloth bag containing as much as five million vestas of gold coins.

Being a cook exclusively for the Gourmet Marquis is not an exaggeration to say that the culinary world has acknowledged it, and if you continue cooking under the Marquis as it is, the return to the culinary world of Haguettel will be as confirmed.

"Well, I ate... ugh, eh... I ate too much, or my stomach was getting sick."

The Gourmet Marquis was about to throw up and had his hands on his mouth, and even after eating all that delicious food, his face was turning blue and he was dreadfully sweaty.

"Are you all right, Dear Gourmet, Hi"

"Don't touch it, too!

Starting Bartley, who worried me, the Marquis finally couldn't stand it and threw it back up.

"Oeh, ooeh, oh my admitted fee...... ooeh"

Seeing the bitter Marquis, Bartley shook his head, finding the review to be unsustainable.

"Sorry, no more scrutiny seems impossible today, so we'll revisit it later. Hi."

"Even if it's disgusting... it's over now. I won't do it later."

"But Master Gourmet, there's still a set left, hi"

"No more cooking than bald tells. It's over, it's over, whatever's left in the waiting order, even if you pay to get off the island. I'm leaving now."

The Marquis waves and tells him to move the bed he is on, the soldier tries to move the bed.

Mazui, I'm leaving like this. Everything I've done on this island will be in vain when I'm returned here. That's all we absolutely have to avoid.

I stepped forward to block my way.

"Wait a minute!

"Nothing. I'm not well, either. Get out of the way."

"Marquis, that's what I want you to eat."

"Nothing... I don't feel good anymore and nothing goes in."

"You'll know everything if you eat it! Please, I will never regret it."

I bow my head deeply and ask him not to go home.

"Kaji, no matter how much gourmet you are, today is the limit, so please don't make me trouble you by saying that, hi"

Bartley tries to get me down, but on the contrary, that word sets the Marquis on fire.

"There's no limit to me by eating! If that's what you're gonna say, bring your food! But if you bring something half-baked, I'll charge you double the usage fee."

If they charge us a double of 28 million, we'll be bankrupt for sure.

So it's better to pay 28 million without a fight? I thought so, but something pulls my pants off quickie.

That's myconids that provided me with mushrooms, and it also seems like I'm telling you to leave that face to me.

No, I don't have a face, so maybe it's my fault at all.

Mykonid is a hunyahunya thumb (?). Apparently, my predictions were met. Then let's be prepared.

"Yes, that's fine. Eat it. I'll prepare something absolutely delicious."

"Then I'll eat you."

When the Marquis orders the bed to be lowered, he seems to lie down and wait for this one to cook.

All right, if you can compete, it's this one.

"Let's get started! Start cooking"

When I give instructions to everyone, Chloe in an apron and the galaxy, the Royal Bunny to help, line up and start cooking at the same time.

Orion and Sophie said, "Uh-oh, let us handle it," and the taste destroyers stormed out, but stop it because I'm begging you! and grab the roots and appoint Orion on fire duty and Sophie as a taster.

Every group was cooking with fire magic stones that were easy to control the firepower, but the pans we make are made using the fire of fire, and Orion breathes into the hoohoo and fire.

There Chloe and the galaxy pour in various mushrooms, tofu, leeks and other ingredients and cover them with a wooden pan lid to pass the heat through.

The way the beautiful ladies cook up would make anyone feel envious if they were men, but the Marquis of Gourmet is no good. It had a freaking look to say this.

"If I used a fire or something, the heat wouldn't pass evenly. Besides, cooking is done by yourself. Others are extra for trace control of flavor. Well, it's no use saying that to an amateur."

"Because we are sold as a family"

"Ha... I used to tell you not to regret it."

And then after a while, our food was ready.

There was a glamour that a lot of beauties would make, but no big flashy without a bald tell-like explosion or tornado.

When I stood upside down and tried to use the knife, Dee kicked me in the ass telling me not to play with food.

Orion puts more and more on the table with a heated iron pan.

"I'll open it."

When Chloe lifts the pan lid, it smells like miso on one side of the perimeter.

A lot of mushrooms, tofu, and jungle leeks floated in the pot, and for me, a dish familiar with nostalgia was set before the marquis.

The Marquis, with his stern face on his face, smells like sung sung.

"This is used in Tsubaki Country, miso......?

"That's Marquis Gourmet, this is mushroom miso soup"

"Even when I saw it, I saw it. Miso soup is a common meal in Tsubaki, even though I did hear that the cost can be made for less than 500 vestas. There's no way you can satisfy my tongue with such cheap things."

"Taste is not a price."

"That's what I say after I eat it."

The Marquis holds the spoon backwards and shudders miso soup and mushrooms.

Sigh loudly before putting miso soup into your mouth.

It was that moment.

When the Marquis' vision dazzled, he suddenly turned young and into a child.

When he opens his eyes, it is the garden of the old day's gourmet mansion, with the figure of a little girl about the same age in front of him.

I instantly realized that this was a scene I had been thinking about as a boy, confessing to an aristocratic girl.

"Shh, like it! Even if you hang out with me!

"... sorry. I have to leave my country. Gourmet, I can't see you anymore..."

The girl who was thought-provoking ran away, staring blindly behind her.

It was only when the sky was cloudy and the boyhood gourmet was struck by the potpouts and the cold rain that came out.

How much time would have passed since then, when Gourmet finally accepted the reality that he had been shaken and returned to his own mansion.

Then, my mother, Mrs. Celery, was surprised to see the gourmet, which had gotten a lot wet.

"Well gourmet, what's wrong with being so wet!?

"Anything... nothing"

"Nothing, right?

"Shut up, too!!

"Gourmet!"

Grummel shook off her worried mother and locked herself in her room, wearing a futon in bed and crying as she bit off her pillow.

That day, just a little bit, was the day he grew up, and the tears made him louder.

By the time I don't know how much I cried, Concon and a modest knock ring.

"Gourmet, Mom, I made you dinner, so eat that and cheer up..."

That's how the footsteps went away from the front of the room.

When the gourmet leaves the room, he finds a miso soup with hot air coming up from a small pot and a piece of paper that says it's still in the pot.

Gourmet drinks miso soup all the time on the spot and my mother's tenderness is smugly stained. Then it tasted just a little soggy.

It was fifteen nights when I understood that this must be the taste of kindness.

Then shortly after, my mother fell ill and soon passed away.

He wept again when he realized he could never drink that miso soup again.

"Ha!? Whatever that is!?

Gourmet, who was tripping in one bite, looks around.

Mushroom miso soup raises the hot air there.

I realize myself distant memories were evoked by this dish called miso soup.

I miss it from miso soup, smells good.

Gourmet looked up to heaven. And I felt something hot fall out of my own eyes zero.

"This is... my mother... oh my... deep"

Spilling so, Gourmet wipes tears. And another bite, miso soup in my mouth.

Gourmet's vision shifted again, this time with himself as an adult and a beautiful woman in front of him.

Women look at this one with pleasure and constantly smile. When she carefully removes this jacket, she wears a jacket over the costume.

"Good job, you"

"Uh, it's not easy for a lord to do his job."

"Humph, your father took over the territory, and it hasn't been long."

"Everyone doesn't know what they're talking about anymore, and my head is about to burst."

"To heal you like that, I cooked for you today, not Mr. Cock, who's always had you made specially!

"Really?!?

"Yeah, you always eat amazing Mr. Cock's dishes, so maybe mine isn't tasty"

"That's not true! I'd love to eat it!

When the gourmet was guided to the table, miso soup was prepared with warm hot air in the small bowl.

Gourmet rejoiced in the woman's hand cooking and immediately drank miso soup.

But that miso soup isn't even at the feet of the leading cook he employs, and if a cook serves something like this, it's a terrible deadbeat thing that might yell at him and offer him dismissal.

But the woman sitting in front of her looks happy to see herself drinking miso soup.

The smile directed solely at him, and the miso soup made solely about him, not only warmed the stomach of the gourmet, but also the heart.

It was delicious, no matter what it tasted like.

Gourmet, who was tripping again with his second bite, looks around.

I still have mushroom miso soup on hand to give me hot air.

Gourmet looked up to heaven. And I felt something hot fall out of my own eyes zero.

"This is... my wife... oh my... loving..."

Bartley, realizing something was wrong, rocks Gourmet's shoulder.

"Dear Gourmet! Dear Gourmet, be sure to pay attention!

"Bartley, this miso soup is my mother and my wife."

"Dear Gourmet! Cheer up! You're in a pretty dangerous state!

"Come on, my wife's spilling."

"Dear Gourmet, you are still single, hi!

"... single? Then what a report to my late mother."

"Didn't you say that Master Celery is alive and well and has won the gateball tournament today!

"If so, stupid!?

When the gourmet wolves, he sees the miso soup in his own hand.

"Hey, what's this!? I've never had miso soup before! Why would that even come out of my memory as a matter of course!? Didn't this mushroom show hallucinations!?

"Dear Gourmet, this dish is dangerous. Don't eat it, hi."

I took a step forward.

"Marquis Gourmet, the dishes we make are family is Uri. Even if there is no cohesion in the flavor, it is made of deep kindness and love. Even if it's awkward, it's going to taste like my mother."

"Ha, my mother's...... no, wait a minute too! No matter how household, a meal that trips into the fantasy world is not decent!

There is no sound of what you are saying.

Dee moves forward in my place.

"Marquis, our research confirms that the all-purpose condiment that you and the inhabitants of the Iron Chef Territory are eating on a daily basis, Waywovoor, is poisonous"

"Hey, what the hell!?

"The Beni BBQ dake used in this miso soup has the effect of purifying toxins in the body, and it is presumed that hallucinations occur when toxins in the body are being removed"

"Sure... if you ask me, my stomach discomfort is disappearing..."

"Earlier strong nausea was caused by poison -"

I'll stop Dee from saying it.

"I don't care if Marquis Waywovoor is poisonous or if this mushroom has detoxifying effects. The only thing that matters is whether our food was delicious or bad. That's where you can be clear, isn't it?

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The Marquis Gourmet drops his gaze on miso soup. Miso soup with warm hot air.

I just took two bites, but I know the answer.

Pride gets in the way of saying that word to the dishes of these amateur rounders, but the gourmet is nevertheless obliged to correctly convey the flavor as a food selector.

Gourmet opened his eyes and gave the answer.

"... delicious, nari!

Speaking falsely in his own mind, the Marquis Gourmet eats guts and miso soup.

We all get a lot of gutsy pose.

"Even if I bring rice!

"Yes, sir."

Arranging the rice and pickles prepared for Chloe and the others together, the Marquis ate guts and rice with only miso soup and pickles, flattening all the miso soup in the large iron pan and the large quantities of rice with such momentum that he wondered what it was like to be full earlier.