Sweet Reincarnation

"Dry!!

"Happy New Year!!

Those who raise their cups high. The contents are imported wine from the North.

It reminds me of an unusual state, as is the case when young and old are disturbed.

That's natural, too. Whatever, it's the newest day of the year. It's a New Year's celebration.

"That's your lord. I'm eating good food. Especially this meat dish. Douglad, if you don't want to eat, give it to me."

"Don't be stupid. If it's enough to feed Tobiam, I'll do it to the kids. I'm talking about specially purchased beef, and the cook at your lord's made it sticky. It's not something you can eat."

"I'm familiar with that."

"Oh. Preliminary downchecking is perfection. I heard the kids drooling."

New Year's celebration ceremonies were currently taking place in the Mortairn territory of Zarsden, unlocking the lobby of the newly built Lords' Palace.

It has quite a few atmospheres for the ceremony, but it is also another annual sight that seems to be the Mortairn family. There are no wasted decorations or flashy offerings, because it is the family style that weighs rationally and fruitfully over decorations and Huamei, which is also said to be more elegant than the original. Not at all zero, but remnants from when it was a poverty zone, with only a degree of decoration to which I'm sorry.

Few of the guests can be called invitees because of the periphery, nobility in other houses is not there, and eating prepared meals is often a family member or the will of the people.

"Can you make this, even our one?

"Isn't that impossible? You and this will burn even soup. You're still talking about my son cooking better food."

"My daughter-in-law's is so affectionate."

"It would be better to include herbs than love."

"Don't do that."

New Year's celebrations are every biggest celebration of the year. As Pais and others have praised it, the basin, New Year and Birthday came together, and so on, an important event.

Because there are those who have grown up on the border today. An important day, like an adult day.

Some of the dishes by the Mortairn cooks are unique because they are taught some of the commonly known "pastry recipes".

Not knowing it was a dish that could be considered the most advanced in this world, the inhabitants were just delighted because delicious food could be eaten for free.

A chat while eating. Much in their conversation is still about the newly adults. If children in our own bodies or neighborhoods become adults, we can talk about it.

"Nevertheless, in the end, no one would have given you magic in an adult ritual. You're sad I put a lot of money on you."

"Right. It's not free to take this sacrament. Did you say that you were a priest in the village of Japan?

"You don't know who the church is. About to come to us, so it's not the lower end? There's no way you're going to be great."

Another ritual of holiness is an adult ritual that originates in the rites of passage of old times. Demonstrate sufficient courage for adults by proceeding with dangerous acts and represent a mature spirit by spending time in harsh circumstances.

Several months after this was linked to the acquisition of magic and religious authority became jurisdiction.

In the Wang capital, or in many territories, there is a church in close proximity to life. It is customary to go out there and have the rite of Saint Separation performed.

However, there are no churches in the ultra-rural areas like Mortairn territory. When it comes to what to do in that case, you invite priests into your territory. at the expense of the Lords.

Priests were also called in the pre-Church, in the territory of Mortairn, to show faith with some pure wealth and to respond with virtue to that faith.

"They're, like, midnight festivals. Even the Church treats you the least as a priest."

"Well, young lady. When?"

"I just got back from finally finishing my greeting. It's already totally dark, do you enjoy it?

"That's enough. We get together like this once a year."

"How about a cup for the young lady? You mean Northern liquor, right?

"That's a wine bought from the Enzensberger Borderline Uncle Territory with a little cone. It's what put the original liquor to bed in our house. I'm worried about what I can do, but I'm not going to."

Soon, in a busy hustle and bustle, a single-handedly prominent silver-haired boy was lost.

Four villages currently exist in Mortairn territory. There is one village near the center close to the Wang capital, and even one field. There are houses with barons and Viscount ranks, but there are quite a few as quasi barons if you think about it. Most importantly, it is still rural in terms of quality in terms of periphery.

We cannot call priests to all villages because of the countryside, and new adults from all villages are gathered in the main village (Zarsden). Every year, new adults and their families get together, which makes them very busy.

"Huh. But, young lady, if you hadn't rushed back here, if you'd been out, you'd have talked about staying somewhere else. Your lord doesn't seem to be able to see you yet, and it doesn't mean you shouldn't."

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I heard you had a child at Master Vilve's, and you were calling, weren't you? I wish you'd come slow."

"My sister and brother-in-law are also busy. Plus, I had an appointment..."

"Advance?"

Pace's alleged advance.

That's what I came by to find Pace.

"Pais!! It's too late!!

"Dear Sister Jose, I just got back from work..."

"My stomach's about to go down. It's not a promise that Pace will cook for you. I've been waiting for you, haven't I?

"I haven't forgotten. It's late, but we're done before we go out, and we can do it right away."

"Hmm, I don't enjoy it"

Pais is going to cook.

The people around you who hear it naturally react.

"Damn, why did I eat till I was hungry!!

"I couldn't eat enough meat, young lady, but it's biocidal!!

"Me, I'm gonna run around a little bit and starve."

New Year's celebration dishes can be eaten for free.

It is rare in other houses for the lords to impose on the inhabitants, but in the early days when the Mortarn realm was gasping for extreme poverty and pioneering like hard labour, at least on this day or so, the custom arose from the compassion of the casseroles.

New Year's celebration seats. Unusual and luxurious dishes are also served. It's just poor people who don't want to be extravagant every day, but only on this day can they eat something delicious.

Freshly baked bread brought by each house. The dried beans prepared for the winter season were carefully boiled back into the soup. Besides, the vanilla grill of a goat behaved by the lord's house. All of them have just enough to eat a glass of this.

Pastry dishes, however, are different compared to them. Above all, it is of rare value.

Too occasional timing that it's up to Pais to be eaten. A different menu every time I make it. A flavour that the eaters admire. Unusual ingredients never available in Zarsden.

Whatever you do, you don't want to miss the opportunity to be eaten because it's an element that stirs competition and a sense of premiere.

"Douglad, you knew the young lady was cooking. That's why you didn't get your hands on meat dishes!!

"Phew, those who control information get ahead of themselves. Foreign Affairs Basics, Basics."

Other faces you may regret against proud Douglad. If you try Douglad, who specializes in gathering and organizing information, or guessing and predicting, it's easy to find that Pace has all the ingredients to prepare for the day.

"It's bad that I seem to be good at it, but today's food will behave in our private space. No attendance of squire, Douglad."

"Become!!

"Whatever, they say it's a relationship they're planning a sleepover with, and they decide it's better to stop keeping Rico in front of a guy late at night"

"Young men and casseroles must be men."

"He said he doesn't mind inside. Complain to your mother."

From the mouthfeel of Pais, the men who really guessed it was Anise's decision.

There's no way I can force myself to participate in a private event planned by the wife of the master, even though I'm a squire.

"Ku ~!!"

"Buhisha, I'm sorry to hear that. We'll eat the meat, but we'll drink it with everyone here until morning."

"" Yes, they do. ""

Already blushing enough, the drunks amicably surround only one backcutter who was about to behave wisely. When we punish ourselves for trying to monopolize good thoughts in confidence, we breathe.

Everyone had a wooden cup in their hands, and they were trying to get Douglad to drink it all the time here.

Usually he's a sarcastic, witty, often behaving man, who seems to hang on to drunken crushes.

"The more booze we all have. Then Shiites, I'll take care of the rest. When your father returns, tell him to come to your mother's room."

"Am I the only poor lottery?"

"It will also be useful. Please."

"Heh heh."

Pais left the matter to the squire chief, and his sister (Jose) rushed him into the kitchen.

Today's menu is a special New Year's menu.

Waiting softly in the back room of the mansion for what can be done are the women of Anise, Jose and Rico, and Caela, Rico's maid of honor. If it's just a place for women, there's no stopping chatting.

Picking stir-fried beans instead of tea treats distracted my hunger and waited now or now to be able to cook Pais.

Course cuisine at the beginning of the New Year.

At first, a salad of root vegetables that is lightly vinegared. Low calories because it is comfortable with shaky teeth and slight acidity, and can be eaten without dressing, etc.

This dish has been prepared even thinking about the skin of the women who stay up late.

I'm almost done eating appetizers. Around the middle of the night, in the hall, at a time when a drunken corpse could be found, the head of the Mortairn family returns.

"Welcome back, you"

"Mm-hmm. I hear you guys are eating now. I'm hungry too."

"Well, Pais said it was ready."

"Then I'll get dressed a little"

Casserole who gets dressed quickly and enters his wife's room.

It seems to be the return of the night club, with the smell of scented oil, but no one hates it when they dine together.

In that regard, it is a cultural one that attaches absolute importance to the parental rights of the Lord.

The second item is white fish soup.

It is a soup full of root vegetables, taken from the alla of fish watered in Viscount Bombino territory.

"Well, this is the fish Jose was talking about."

"Yes. It's my request. I only had one bite before, so I told Pais Wagamama"

"If you know that you are my own, keep this clear. If I'm going through, I'm going to be your future husband, not your brother."

Casserole also teaches her daughter with her father's majesty.

Regardless of how well my brother is able to do, he also preaches that it is different to say what I do. His son had never lacked a preaching tange, but his father felt it was a long time before he preached his daughter in this way.

"Oh? Then I guess I can tell Casserole all I want."

"... keep it that way"

"Ugh, well, I'll take my time thinking about it"

There is a unique atmosphere between couples who drink soup and are interested in cheering. I've only been with him for years, and he's breathing of abalone.

"Your father-in-law, your mother-in-law, you're close."

"Ugh - Rico, you'll see. My husband, the first one is the key."

"Here. What are you teaching other kids?"

"Oh, it's good to be one of ours. Huh?"

Today Anise is in a good mood.

Sometimes I couldn't even face breakfast because I was busy here and my family had limited contact. Even if we were able to make up for it today, it spreads a sense of mental relief.

The main thing is fish pie.

A pie baked at Jose's strong request, one that is less oily based on the fact that it will be a late night meal.

"Hmm, fish is still good"

"I think it would be better if it tasted darker."

"Jose is just a kid, isn't he? Growing up, light things can taste delicious."

"Your father, too, is your grandfather."

"... when you say that, you sound old and old"

"It's not true that I have a grandson. From your sister's child, your father is your grandfather?

"That's right, but I'm still going to be young... you're young, aren't you?

"Come on."

To Jose's point, Casserole glanced at him. I take facts as facts, but I'm still active and intend to be young forty years ago. It is also a complicated year-round mood that I am honestly not happy when I am told that I am jizzy.

In such a soothing atmosphere, Pais comes to the room with his last dessert.

"How was your meal?

"It was delicious. Pais, aren't you willing to cook every day?

"Sister, then the cook will lose his job. I'll work out the cook next time, that'll be fine."

"If you can eat something delicious, whatever. So, what's for dessert?

Everyone laughs at Pace's expression that he listened well.

It is a well-known fact that this boy has an extraordinary passion for confectionery, and everyone laughed because of the kind of exchange he promised.

"I dared to align today's dessert with the main and make it pie-style. That, too, is the perfect sweet for the New Year. Garrett De Lois"

"Perfect for the New Year?

"Yep. Inside the pie, there's only one grain of solamame. There are rumors in some countries that people who hit it will be given a year's luck by wearing a crown."

"Sure, it's perfect for the New Year."

Everyone who heard Pais explain looked very interesting.

When there's a bean somewhere that's cut, I start picking it out pretty seriously.

Especially when Jose, who loves each of these events, absolutely hits it with Rico, he breathes.

"Wouldn't it be a little thicker over here?"

"But sister-in-law, don't you see a slice of this one here, but it's a little bloated?

"Sure. Uh-oh."

My parents look at my daughters like that with a smile, but when it comes to casserole, only one of them had a different vibe.

Even for Anise, the order is what my daughters tell me to choose first, but I'm going to guess. But my father doesn't seem to like it.

"Father, what's wrong?

"Yeah, a little bit. Yeah, Pais, you know where that bean is?

"Huh? Let's see. Clearly. But that's my last choice, isn't it?

"Then tell me what's out there."

"Off? Not a hit? Why?"

Pais with an unusual sense of smell and observation eye when it comes to sweets. It is also easy for him to find the position of the beans due to the discomfort of the subtle baking conditions. Only as far as confectionery is concerned, he is a famous detective.

My father tells me, Pais dares to give me the pieces off.

I questioned why I bothered to choose an object without beans, but my father also tells me the answer.

Indeed, with a heartfelt, deep sigh.

"... for a while, I want to refrain from crowning. I don't want to see anything named crown for the time being. I was bored and dying."

To Casserole's words, Pace silently added another slice.