Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

After processing the salmon, it will be grilled with salt.

After all, if you say Japanese food, it's salted salmon. I guess the grilled fish that goes well with rice is teriyaki for salmon and yellowtail.

Then boil spinach and soak in water. When cool, drain well and cut into lengths that are easy to eat.

After that, just add soy sauce, mirin, and a small amount of broth and mix.

Because spinach that is crispy and wet in this hot season is delicious. Finally, let's cool down a little with ice magic.

After the two are over, next is miso soup.

Increase the heat of the nameko pot, which has a rich aroma, and dissolve the miso just before boiling.

This time we don't need broth because of the taste of tanko. The taste of miso and tanko is enough.

When the miso is melted and stirred, the rich aroma of the miso drifts around.

"Oh, good smell"

"Miso, which had that strong smell, calms down when melted."

I sniffed the smell of the miso soup and muttered, Bartolo said with a soft expression.

The smell of miso soup can really settle down somewhere.

Even when I was busy and didn't have a good appetite, smelling this smell was wonderfully relaxing and eating well. If you put in a lot of vegetables, the nutritional score will be full, and you've been well helped.

When I was thinking about such things, I heard a whispering voice from the exit of the kitchen.

"Is that Kagura cuisine?-It smells good!"

"It is a strange scent that relieves somehow."

"True"

The scent of miso drifting from the kitchen spread to the mansion and seemed to have attracted the maids Mina and Sala, and her mother, Elna.

Are mother Elna aside, are Mina and Sala safe? Well, there's Sala, and it doesn't seem to be throwing out work.

Peeking through the door, I look back to Bartolo, ignoring the three faces.

"Do you want to taste it?"

"Yes, that's right!

At the same time as Bartolo responded, I heard an enviable voice from the door saying "Oh!"

I will ignore the piercing gaze and put miso soup on a small plate.

When Bartolo received the small plate, he slowly rinsed the miso soup.

Then, Bartolo calms the strong expression.

"... Oh, just drinking it calms my heart."

"I haven't seen Bartolo-san's such a tender look! Is it so delicious?"

“…………”

"... I want to taste it too"

Mr. Erna, are you telling us to hear it?

And Sala, please do not appeal to just taste. On the contrary, it is scary because there is no word.

"Miso tastes good, right?"

"Ah! I guess it doesn't matter if you put in various ingredients. But I don't feel that it tastes a little thin. There is ... "

Oh, yeah, because some people in this mansion like light and strong tastes.

Dad Nord and Silvio prefer light tastes, and do not like deep-fried foods such as fried, skewered and fried bread. Sala is on this side even in the maid.

On the other hand, Elna mother, Elinora unnie, Mina, Mel and others like dark flavored foods, and eat a lot of dark flavored foods.

By the way, I am in the middle. Sometimes I prefer a light taste, sometimes I prefer a dark taste. As expected, she does not eat fried or sweet foods like her mother and Elinora, but she does when she eats.

It was natural that it changed depending on your mood, probably because you lived in a pre-saturated world.

"I have to find a seasoning that suits each person."

"... I see. Well, isn't it better to actually taste it?"

While saying so, Bartolo glances at the door.

I heard our conversation at the door.

"That's right. Let everyone in the mansion taste it. Would you like to season while listening to that opinion?"

The moment I said that, Elna's mother, Mina and Sala entered the kitchen with a happy expression.

I really want somebody to call my dad and Sylvio, but I can't say that.

"Then I'll call Nord and Silvio."

"understood"

Bartolo, who saw the women, smiled and went out of the kitchen.

I wonder if Bartolo is taking care of it.

I pour the miso soup into a small dish for three women and hand it over.

Surprisingly, Elna's mother, who touched first, and Sarah, who touched second, didn't talk.

When wondering, the gaze of the two was being poured into Mina, who was receiving the third and bringing it to his mouth.

"It's hot!"

When Mina, who was the first to get hot, got hot, her mother and Sarah breathed elegantly into a small dish.

Did you check the heat by using Mina as an experimental body?

Erna's mother and Sarah are crazy. However, I think these people are living in the world well.

Erna's mother and Sala cool the miso soup a little and slowly raise the small plate.

Then I swallowed my eyes down, and opened my eyes.

"Another cup"

"Please say what you think"

"It's delicious"

"Is delicious"

When I asked for their impressions, they all stated such a simple impression.

I don't need a reaction like Elinora unnie.

"No, I guess the taste is just right ..."

"I see. I'll check it again and pour it."

"It's the first taste. I think you can judge if you drink it again."

They both heard the conversation and apparently understood the meaning, but they said something like that.

"... It's a calm taste. Oh, please give me another cup."

Mina doesn't even exist. Do you really understand the meaning of tasting? I feel like I'm dealing with a sampler who doesn't buy.

Well, I guess you liked it so much. Is it okay because I was relieved about that?

I was so convinced, I received the protruding small plates and poured the miso soup.

Then, if you taste again, you will get an impression about the seasoning.

"It's delicious, but I prefer a bit more flavor."

"me too!"

"I think this is good enough."

, The opinions of the dark and light taste groups have been brilliantly divided.

"Well, isn't the darker one better?"

"That's just right. If you make it too thick, it will spoil the taste of the fresh tanko."

"A little more seasoning goes well with rice!"

"Everything is not just eating and eating"

Oh, unusually Mina and Sala are arguing with seasoning.

It is rare that calm two people always talk so strongly.

Conversely, is Erna mother not responding?

I'm afraid that Elna's mother, who is supposed to be the most annoying, is quiet

I think so and look next to Mina, but there is no figure of Elna who should have been there.

When I looked around in a hurry, Elna's mother was in front of the miso soup pot.

In addition, he is trying to deepen the flavor by scooping miso with a spoon.

"Wait a minute! Ermother! We're trying to change the seasoning without permission!"

"Don't disturb! I need a little more miso for this miso soup! I'm finally done!"

"What is Elna's mother who rarely cooks saying?"

"Oh, it's terrible to pick up a spoon and miso in a psychic!"

Dangerous, unless I picked up the spoon and miso with psychic, it would have been arbitrarily thick.

"... if I can use non-elemental magic, too"

"I'm really relieved that my mother Elna couldn't use non-elemental magic."

She is such a troublesome mother. I think that it was the correct answer that there was no aptitude.

"I'm just sloppy. I'm psychic withdrawing objects from far away, holding them, locking them up, closing doors, and the like. I wanted the aptitude. ''

Erna's droopy and unusually leaks her dissatisfaction.

Erna's mother probably wanted to use no magic even though she said something. The no-magic that I used seemed enviable because of the same troublesomeness.

Because non-elemental magic is very versatile and convenient.

I don't know how to envy. Well, it's impossible that I don't care and use it.

Because magic is no longer a necessity in my life.

"Oh, it smells good."

"You, this is miso soup. Try it."

When I was thinking that, Father Nord and Elder Silvio came into the kitchen.

And her mother, who was drooping, immediately put the miso soup in a small dish with a ball and took it to Dad Nord.

What was your dissatisfaction until now?

Erna's mother has a father, Nord, and she seems happy even without magic.

"What about the taste?"

"It's delicious! It's my favorite taste!"

Mr. Elna asks a smile, but Dad Nord once again expresses the opposite impression.

"That's true. It has a very gentle taste. I also like this taste."

Silvio also insists on a light taste while smiling freshly.

This is where Elna's mother and Mina get stuck.

A few seconds later, they turn a smiling face toward me and Bartolo.

... I'm scared because my eyes aren't laughing.

When I and Bartolo retreat unintentionally, Mother Elna approaches and sits down and grabs my shoulder.

"Which is Al ?? Of course, it's a strong taste?"

"... Mom Erna, my fingers are digging into my shoulders, aren't the options already cut?"

If you look from the side, it looks like your mother is gently placing his hands on his son's shoulders, but in reality it is completely different.

If I insist on the savory faction, my fingers are digging into my shoulders, saying that this shoulder is broken.

It is natural that this is threatening.

"What about Bartolo-san?"

"Well, what was I?"

Perhaps Bartolo understands this situation, and is desperately trying to mislead his words.

However, such a sweet answer is not allowed in this situation.

Mina, who has boiled herself, speaks as if she had an idea.

"Certainly Bartolo liked the strong taste, isn't it the same with miso soup?"

"Oh! Well, Bartolo is decided with a strong taste!"

"Oh, oh"

Bartolo nodded easily, yielding to the pressure of the two women.

Thus, the votes of the strong and light taste groups became equal, and everything was left to me.

Norse father who insists on a savory group can not keep silent,

"Al doesn't like calm tastes, isn't he always saying that Bartolo is good and good at making use of the flavors of the ingredients?"

"I don't think so. Do you like al fried food and sweets? I like the strong taste."

"No, no, Erna. I don't like to make sweets separately-slap !?"

Just trying to correct a little mistake, my finger was digging in.

"Erna, Al hurt?"

Oh! Dad Nord responded to my scream for the first time.

"I'm back from Kagura after a long time. I want to touch my beloved child."

……I wonder what. If you say that now, the bond between our parents and children seems to be terribly light, but ...

"So Al, which one?"

"Which is it?"

Mr. Elna and her dad, Nord, ask under pressure behind the smile.

Mr. Elna presses her shoulder with her hand to distract her gaze, and Dad Nord gives pressure.

While answering the harsh air, I answer with a lot.

"... both ... not good?"

""No good""

It was only after five minutes of thinking that I should adjust each taste when adding miso soup.