Tatoeba Ore ga, Champion kara Oujo no Himo ni Job Change Shita to Shite.

---King City Servant Kitchen.

"Corona, all you want to do is cum!

Oh, second time...

Tickle and clap your hands.

One of the kitchens in the royal castle. With this kitchen set aside to pay for it, Futa and Corona stood next to each other in front of the cooking table.

The impression that there was a second time was happiness in itself, Corona opened her hands to show the ingredients on the table.

Here are the ingredients for today.

"--Bu"

It was pasta.

Of course it is authentic.

Beatrix is not rolling.

"Hmm, why are you suddenly pasta again?

"Huh? Because Futa said pasta pasta?

"I see....."

It's my fault. Fouta held her head lightly.

Nevertheless.

"You really don't have enough ingredients. You don't have any spices?

Nooo. Bimbo pasta!

"Bimbo pasta...."

"Isn't it delicious?

"I'm not worried about that."

Hihi, smile pleasantly.

Looking down at the flowery smile, Futa also naturally loosened her expression.

Among the pasta, the so-called thin, long spaghetti.

And garlic and oil. And corn.

"Take it out, big pot. And water. The one you can drink!

"Can you use it to boil or drink?"

Hmm. If it hurts, I have to put it back. "

I see?

I wonder if the water stuck in the pasta can also cause illness.

It was a cover to write down in my head.

So ~, the next thing I need...

"What is it?

"... shishishishi shishishi"

"I suddenly withered."

Corona, sitting flat on the floor like a collapse, pulls the crude salt bag out of the storage under the counter as it is.

"Den"

and put it on the cooking table.

"Oh, oh. It's a fun performance...."

"Peloh./(adv-to, adv-to) (1) (on-mim) (on-mim) (on-mim) shabby/shabby/(2) (on-mim) shabby

"Don't lick. Don't lick."

Nevertheless, Futa sees the cabinets she usually uses.

In general, when cooking, I take it out of the spice pot where the knife is decorated and use it. Of course, there should have been some salt for her to use.

"Shouldn't it be the salt that you usually use to cook?

"Huh? Oh, that's for stew."

"Do you have anything for stew?

"Of course there is. Hee-hee, cooking is life's speed, right? It takes time to put one spice at a time, so it's better to blend it."

"That's right...."

It depends on what it is…

The maid was amazing, and it was a fouta that renewed the respect, but in fact, I changed the mix rate of spices by dish and prepared it for each dish, which is about the size of a corona in this royal castle.

However, Futa doesn't know that there is even a spice called "For Futa" depending on your preference.

"For Princess" has recently been added.

In addition, before Futa arrives, the oil dares to blend luxurious fragrances and cheap products to make the most delicious potato pasta - which Futa will never know.

Somehow, it's funny.

"First, fire the water."

Bring the water poured into the pan to a fire for a while.

When it boiled, the corona poured the hot water into a dish to serve the pasta suddenly.

Yes, go ahead.

"Oh, come on. What is it?

"Your dinner tonight is hot water...."

"You're kidding!

Peloh

Though it was nice to flick, she handed the dish to Futa and went in front of a sack of salt.

I had no choice but to leave a plate with hot water around it.

In the meantime, Corona took a cup of coarse gray salt - something very unlikely to be table salt - from that bag.

"Shouldn't it be a spoon?

Yes, it is a scoop that plays with the flower beds. It was not a dimension such as a large spoon or a small spoon, but a scoop.

And then...

Idiot!

"Uh-oh!? You can't put salt in that!!

As it stood, I poured all the salt from the handscoop into the pan.

A little taste.

"Shut up!!

"You will!!!

Maika

"Are you sure?!

Hmm, a corona passing by the side of the lid with its tongue out.

Futa was afraid to taste it on her own.

"Seawater!?

Not so much for a boulder.

I see.

Corona, who snapped back to the cooking table, left the pasta

"Mundu"

And when I grab it.

"Kurin"

Twist and throw into the pan.

/(adv-to, adv-to, adv-to) (on-mim) (on-mim) sharply/sharply/sharply/sharply/

and the beautifully spread pasta stays

Give it to me.

In the meantime, I sank into the pot.

It's so busy.

Peloh

I don't know how to say "rejuvenate" while watching the pasta sink in the pot.

"Ah"

What's wrong, Corona?

"We need to prepare the sauce before we boil the pasta."

"I can't?

"It tastes bad."

"It's tough!!

Peloh

I did it, and she came out with her tongue, and she peeled off the garlic in a familiar motion.

"Futa, Futa, this Ario is Ashe. This way, Emmance."

All right, I got it.

If I don't hurry, it will taste bad.

That's what I heard. Futa's knife was quick.

Mince one garlic quickly and slice one.

"Uh-oh!!

Ooh, fast.

"You don't have to hurry!?

That's right...

"Oops!?

Are you okay!? Corona took out the frying pan and began to oil it as she looked at the eye-opening lid and laughed at the shards.

Emmance (sliced) Let me in.

"You just sliced it?

"Just... Master Houta, it's basically the slower you get in the street of fire."

"Yes, it was."

Suddenly the truth came to mind and Huta couldn't say anything.

A frying pan of sliced garlic and oil is thrown in, and the corona does not hesitate to light it.

Quite a fire, but apparently that was good enough.

If the color changes a little...

When the outside of the garlic grew light brown, Corona suddenly boiled the juice with a bowl as she sang.

"Whoa!

"Oops!?... ahh, you're going to make it weak."

Nn 'n 'n 'n 'n 'n 'n 'n 'n...

Corona glanced at Futa in a glimpse as she grabbed a bowl of corn.

"What's wrong?

Futa-sama's tongue is so thick...

"Your tongue is poking!?

Cut the corn in half and threw away the seeds inside and then threw them into the oil.

As it is, add the minced garlic.

"Oh... you've run out of ingredients. Does that mean the sauce is now complete?

Kansei!

"Ok, we made it!

With the joyful lily around, the corona quickly moves in front of the rice pot.

I wonder if we're going to retrieve the boiled pasta? She took out the eggs and boiled the juice.

Will you put out the fire?

"I don't know!!

"SOOOOOOOOO!!!!

The sauce was boiled with juice, and Huta was in a hurry.

"What? Huh? Don't, what?"

"I made a mistake."

"You're kidding!?!?!?"

A corona that spins a frying pan with a shard of laughter and mixes the boiled juice into the sauce.

Fluffy garlic and corn aromas stimulate Futa's appetite.

"... eh, what a delicious color."

"That's right. I wonder why."

"I don't know why."

Let's finish it up ~

"Ignore!?

Once again, the corona that stood in front of the pot took out a piece of pasta and took a cucumber.

"Aaaaah!

"Tired!?

Maika

"Are you sure?!

I'll give it to you ~

The stiff noodles were picked up with tongs and transferred to the bowl behind her.

Delayed in shaking his head with joy, Golden's second chamber dances fluffily.

Looking back, once she smiled at Futa, she took out the egg and poured it on the roots of the fire that was warming the pasta pot and frying pan.

Ignoring the two flames that extinguish in an instant, she takes the bowl in one hand in front of the frying pan.

"Is it okay to stay stiff?

"It stretches while the sauce is tangled."

"I see....."

Pour the pasta into the frying pan and fry it back in the familiar way.

The bowl carrying noodles with the index finger of the remaining hand while mixing with one hand is more like a highway entertainer than a cook.

While doing so, the noodles become tangled with sauce.

"Huta, you're a good boy, so throw away the devilish hot water on your plate."

"Yeah... even though I let myself in..."

Fouta obeyed with great care.

"Now put the rest of the pasta on the plate!

"Oh, oh... oh, my God, how serious was that?"

All the time

"Seriously....."

I realized that the part I was kidding about was definitely a necessary process, and I dropped my shoulders. It was a surprise.

Corona laughs when she sees him like that.

I knew it. Because her food is always delicious, mistakes can't be made.

"No, but I don't know...."

You wouldn't be surprised if you showed me something like that.

"Eat it."

Well then, don't hesitate.

Stick a Sanmata fork in the pasta and carry it to your mouth.

Fluffy garlic aromas arouse your appetite and the sharp spiciness of Whole Maize tickles your nasal cavity.

Once eaten, the oil and garlic flavor that touches your tongue first.

And the more you chew, the more you insist on taste, the more salty the spaghetti is. A delicate garlic that dances in the mouth without disturbing the pasta and, conversely, a slice that conveys the flavor directly with the texture.

In short, it was the best pasta I had ever eaten.

"It's delicious."

"Hey....."

"No, yeah, why is it so delicious to boil juice like that and keep the salt down?"

"The flavor of the ingredients is more than the quality, Futa. Is one smarter?

"I see. To make the pasta taste good."

"Pasta has to be boiled, so that's the right answer to taste it in the short term."

"It's a big lie I made a mistake."

Peloh

I don't want to surprise you. I looked at the corona and looked at the carefully set hairstyle.

Pfft?

Konjaro

"Ah, hey, Futa-sama, that's it."

I pinched my cheeks and stroked them gently.

Ahaha

Corona laughs with a pleasant, ticklish smile.

"Hmm, I don't know anymore. If you eat it, we'll clean it up."

When Corona tried to prepare water with a pump, she thought to herself,

It's about time my hands got cold.

"Wouldn't it be faster to use the recording technique to restore it?

Heh?

At least that's what I've been doing.

That's what Huta said, Corona blinked her for the first time.

"Oh, no!

That's what he said with a full smile.