Sweet Reincarnation

The fire was dancing.

Like the very occurrence of primitive civilization, fire dances as a source of creation.

"Oops, Mr. Fariel rolled up the flames in a fantastic way!! The boulder is a flaming cook. A remarkable technology to scorch Bonca too!!

Pass heat through the fruit.

This way, the texture and flavour will also change, giving it a different flavour than eating it raw.

Everyone who cooks has common sense, but the methods vary.

Bake, steam, boil, fry, boil, and broil.

At any rate, it is a deep cooking method, and the changes in ingredients are characteristic of each, but if you call it a cooking method that doesn't distract you for a moment, it will be broiled.

I can cook it if I give it a little too much heat. Or burn. Stay raw if you have too little heat. Strong firepower must be strong in order to broil, but strong firepower is difficult to control. Enough to throw a ball of all-powerful throwing into the strike zone inhigh exactly. Alternatively, it is difficult enough to run the time of full disease in a self-best exact manner. It's not like an amateur sears appropriately.

A cooking method that is difficult and requires the skill and experience of an artisan.

And the leading Ratesh cook was also proficient in the usual and difficult cooking methods.

The Ratesh family kitchen number Fariel doesn't need to burn as much as the fire blows up to use the broil, but feels daunted by the stir of MC reality and performs more flashy than usual.

It's a backwards job where no activity is ever on the table on a daily basis, but Pais praises it by showing off the technology that has been solidly enhanced in front of a large number of people. It makes me feel bigger, and it keeps getting better.

"The opposing beautiful girl, Patience, is still wearing fabric. This is difficult to mix so that you can't do the dama, but you're doing very well. For the first time in a polite job, the fabric also inflates expectations. Who is it? I screamed about wanting to be a fabric or something. I'll invite you behind the scenes, won't I?

The venue thrives with laughter at the occasional insignificant talks and jokes of Pace.

The culinary scene is surprisingly plain.

Cut, measure, mix, shape things. Which way, there is no flashy movement. If you do that, you'll get tired while cooking.

That's why cooks do what for now. What is awesome? Communicating and uplifting to the audience in an understandable way requires deep familiarity with confectionery making itself.

In that regard, you would have been right to host Pais.

"Oops, there was movement on the Mortairn side here. It looks like you're going to use the oven. What the hell bakes up!!

Liquorice was serious.

Because my thoughts hang on this battle.

For a long time, Liquorice has lived compared to her twin sister, Petra. Ever since birth, without a moment of difference. That leads to highlighting the difference.

First of all, you have a different personality. Petra is aggressive, bright and extroverted, whereas Liquorice is introverted, adulterous and less self-assertive. Even if his appearance is very similar, Liquorice is more of a nuisance to Petra, who has a lot of smiles.

Petra, whose awareness of being a sister sprouts early and has nurtured her independence, is excellent. Liquorice, who unwillingly pulls a step, overlaps in inferiority.

At first, maybe it was just a minor difference. Because I'm your sister, and Petra praises me for her hard work. Step by step, with a little more of that, I take it for granted that my sister will be praised. Stacked, and as it continues, my sister becomes confident and aggressive, and my sister loses confidence in herself when she sees it.

twins, but therefore, if I always became known as "Petra's sister," and continued to treat her like a sister's accompaniment, I would be unable to do so if she told me to be social.

In the meantime, the boy who stared straight at himself, not his sister, and turned a favor that could be the first time in his life, is Pais.

A big boy in a vessel who can tolerate and envelop everything, his own impudence, his unreliability, his inner personality.

Liquorice respects Pais as a single person, even if she likes him as a single man.

Being able to marry someone who could also be called my first love was the first time in my life that I could honestly boast about my sister. I'm so glad you said you were a good husband.

Lately, I've also been told that I've been smiling more.

Whether it's talking to my sister-in-law or stepmother, I'm starting to get into conversation with myself.

Cozy space.Warm home. Nice family.

When I could be a part of it, I had something I really didn't want to lose.

Pais had also explained the situation to Liquorice in detail. Don't hide everything, including the possibility of it happening in the future.

If the Mortairns didn't hit anything, a side chamber would probably be pushed from the Ratesh family, or from other leading nobles. And by alienating Liquorice from the Mortairn family, she makes the main room famously innocent and makes the side room a substantial genuine wife. Or plot a positive side reversal at some point in time. He said there was a house coming for it.

I don't mean to sit around, but he wants me to be ready when I lose diplomacy.

When I heard this story, Liquorice was in strong shock.

As the wife of a nobleman, it was the first time that the meaning of protecting the family was placed in front of her. The first trial as daughter-in-law of the Mortairn family.

As Pace's wife, I defend my position myself.

Yes, I've made up my mind and I'm going to now.

"Apparently, both houses left little time to complete"

Confectionery made all over myself.

Liquorice, anxious to be okay, puts the work done where it was decided.

Second, Pais and I got eyes on each other.

Wonder and anxiety disappear when I see Pais nodding with a grin.

It's okay. Believe that and go back to where you left off.

"The poison sight is over. Now it is the actual food by His Majesty. Step back, everyone."

The king began tasting while the escorts surrounded him because it was easy to be defenseless during the meal.

On the majestic tap, nodding.

"Hmmm... this is brilliant"

The first thing the king praised was the Ratesh family side.

They had four pieces lined up.

One is Tart Tatan.

That's also one dish from the recipe that Pace spread, adding another step of ingenuity. Improvements have been made to suit the noble tongue of the Divine Kingdom people, and it is against King Carison, who knows the original, that Sweets show their true worth. By daring to use broiled bonca, the accent is clearer than the flavor stands out.

A stunning dish with the distinctive acidity of Bonca spreading to the mouth along with a pie-like texture.

One is Crocambush.

This should have been Pais hiding the recipe, but it was reproduced by the Ratesh family who received it in kind, even using spies.

Besides, it is supposed to look amazing because it piles up more than a person's back length. Mountain if you say so in a nutshell.

There is a kind of geometric style beauty in which shoe creams filled with a rolled presence appear to line up nicely at equal intervals.

A secret item we received from the Mortairn family at our own wedding for the Ratesh family. There is also the good fortune of wishing offspring prosperity, and the Mortairns think that this could put up a battle, and they have bumped into each other. It can also be considered a weapon for the anti-mortarn.

confectionery after considerable trial and error in reproducing the recipe. Together with achievements.

I can't even hide Pais's surprise in this on the boulder.

One is the honey pickling of fruit.

A look-oriented decorative sweet that uses the financial power of the Ratesh family at all costs to soak and decorate plenty of rare fruit obtained by making full use of the advantages of ocean trading.

Just loads of delicacies that are almost impossible to obtain in the Mortairn family, and its colourfulness can be clearly seen from a distance.

In the meantime, the audience cheered with enthusiasm for a fruit platter full of luxury like The Noble.

And the last one is decorative confectionery.

Sweets for impact and luxury with a complete decorative treat that puts flavor second.

The ingredients are flour, starch, sugar, almond paste, red of each colour, etc., and the cazalidri, which carefully reproduces each piece of the feather, sits down.

Craftsmanship that scrapes the dynamic posing that is likely to fly away from the ingredients that have been carefully shaped and shaped.

You can admire the fact that it was created in a very limited amount of time, but there are rarely any sweets that would make you feel less comfortable eating.

"Brilliant."

Carison's words were true, heartfelt whining.

In which case, there is no clue as one. All the delicacies that come to show off your power as one of God's kingdom's finest landlords in different ways.

Now what is brilliant is the enthusiasm to take in the Mortairn family Pais, even with so much labor and money.

If you're a hundred men, there's no wonder you're attracted to a house that wants you so much.

Carrison thought so and denied it first in his head. He is the incense-crazed son of that casserole. Some hospitality, etc. kicks off without a fart, and it's just like parents and children devoting themselves to the person they fall in love with. Be that parent. There's this kid.

Conversely, it's something you want extra because you're a man who doesn't waver through his core, even if you've had a broken reception so far.

Carrison and I can stay calm about Pais because sooner or later he plans to inherit the traces of casserole and become his direct minister. If not, I might have done one of the unscrupulous things to tie it to the country.

"That tastes great, too. Either way, it's great. I just took a bite of this delicious. Especially this tart is exquisite. It's quite different from when the Duke of Kadrecek used to feed me."

What the King particularly liked was Tart Tatan.

He taught how to make it (Russet) when Pais taught the grandson of the Duke of Kadrecek, and the king had eaten it when he was invited. I had a reputation for the flavor of baked bonca being really delicious, but today's is also more sweet.

The king, accustomed to gastronomy, also realizes why. I guess I used pretty good ingredients, but perhaps Bonca itself used the finest and fresh ripe products. Therefore, the sweetness is strong.

Tasting all the sweets, one bite at a time, Carison then turns his attention to the Mortairn family sweets.

Menu that would have been supervised by a heretic child who would even reach the king's ear. Isn't it intriguing what made you make it?

"Um, so... hmm? Is that all you got?

"Yes, sir"

To the sudden question, Liquorice nodded hastily.

"Oh, my God, you don't look so good."

With that said, Callison picked Licorice's sweets by pinching them with his thumb and index finger.

Sakuri, and I ate baked sweets.

The only thing that Liquorice can make decent, direct from Pais. Cookies.

As the King pointed out, the cookies made by Liquorice are not puckered. It looks extraordinarily bad, at least compared to the Ratesh family treats.

For once, they are neatly arranged when arranged on a plate, except for overburnt ones, but inferior in appearance alone.

"Hmm? Well, that's not as sweet as I thought. Did you mix something up?

"A little ginger..."

Liquorice made ginger cookies.

Ginger cookies can be confused with ginger biscuits, ginger snaps, etc., but the point is cookies with ginger.

It is said that history is very old and that it was already passed down to Europe in the tenth century. It spread mainly around the church, where ginger was treasured as exorcism and medicine.

Baked confectionery made from flour, sugar, eggs, butter, ginger and other herbs, spices and honey, made from pure mortarn.

Sakuri, Sakuri and Carison's way of eating many more is poker face.

It's the face of an exchanger who's good at hiding his joy and sorrow, and I guess that means he's taking his judgment so seriously.

"Fair enough."

I was just finishing my meal, and that's how Carison shrugged.

In fact, it's not that the flavour is really delicious, but it's amateurishing.

At least not necessarily compared to the sweets of the Ratesh family, made with luxury and skill.

Finishing tasting the treats of both houses, Carison stands between them.

"Then I ask Your Majesty to rule."

To the words of Pais, together they make their ears clear.

Nobody thinks the win is already decided, we know it, but we still don't know the fight until the end.

The rate of the bet is in the favor of the Uncle Ratesh family at the overwhelming rate of one to fifty-six. Those who bet a lot of money on an iron plate battle, etc. are so serious that their eyes run bloody.

In the eyes of the crowd, Carison lifts up his voice.

"Winner, Mortairn!!

Wow, in the midst of a simultaneous exuberance.

What frightens me is Uncle Ratesh, Briosh.

And there was an equally frightening appearance of Liquorice.