The Resetting Lady

a thud

"Isela?"

"Bowen."

"Oh, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, dear."

Isela dropped the glass of water. The glass is filled again, Isela picked up the glass and said to Karen,

"I don't mean you have to be patient. As I said before, we need to spend moderately. It's just... this meal is so good that I'm afraid it's a sin...Well, what do you think, Raymond?

His attitude has suddenly weakened. Raymond answered softly as expected.

"I'm having a lot of fun. I'm a professional, so every food feels luxurious. I'm grateful for everything I've done after two days of shivering between rocks and bullets."

Karen felt a sensation of irritation poking her eyes. Look at Isela. My eyes were trembling.

Isela, raised her glass of water and drank it.

The water in a glass of water should be drunk.

It was the main dish that changed the slightly sensitive air.

When they smelled it, everyone at the table picked up the tableware to break up the meat. The footmen opened the lid on the plate in front of each of them, and a bird too small for its size was cooked.

A bird that has only fed figs and grapes for a couple of months is fragrant from its skin. Five or six times the average wild bird was a fat bird. The furry, fat bird looked too dull to fly.

"I heard it's a tradition to wear a headscarf when you eat an Ortolan, so the kind of food has become subtle, right? What do you say, Miss Evans?"

"Yes, yes?"

Raymond spoke to himself first. But Isela can't be happy about it. A moment ago, he made a speech about exploration. Of all things, the next food is the food that represents exploration.

"Would you like to use cloth? To keep God from showing his appetite."

I say it with a smile, but the content was not favorable. Verdick stepped up for his embattled daughter.

"Haha, Lord Raymond, don't be so mean. Aren't you still young?"

"Miss Evans already has enough knowledge and judgment, and I respect it."

"Well, I wonder."

Berdick said, "Yes, but then he went on.

"Actually, my daughter, she's got a lot on her mind these days."

"Oh, really, you're a businessman's daughter. Our Karen reads the scriptures or covets other stories rather than doing such things. Isn't that actually enough for a girl of that age?"

"Well, that wasn't the story."

Berdick, who suddenly lost his initiative to the talking lord, turned to the lord.

"Then what?"

"He, a maid made a mistake to my child."

"You mean Nancy?"

Berdick nodded immediately.

"You know that, Young-ju?”

"You should have been noisy."

Verdick glared at his daughter at the beating of the lord. However, Isela did not care about her father's eyes as she looked at the lord's mouth.

"So not too long ago. He resigned saying he was still far away."

"…is that so? I thought you were enjoying your vacation.”

"After the vacation."

Then Young-joo shrugged her shoulders and stabbed the little bird with a fork.

"A few days ago, he came in person and said he couldn't do it, but he went away."

with an air of importance

I heard the sound of a bird chewing and crumbling its bones.

***

Dad, who did you see? Who did you talk to? The woman you saw, talked to, and sent her away, my maid of honor is dead. I killed her with this hand.

Questions abound. But Karen didn't spit out the question that lingered in her mouth. He showed no suspicion. Experience makes peace. Karen just looked at her father and went on.

"Nancy was so... I'm a little disappointed."

Young-ju swallowed the food and said, wiping the mouth with a napkin.

"What can I do? It's just the way they are."

I looked at Verdick with a slight smile to see if the taste was very good.

"What do you say, Mr. Evans? Did you make a good answer?"

"Of course, my lord. Rather than that, I can't wait to taste it now."

"As the landlord, I can confidently recommend it."

The meal continues. A gypsy woman's whereabouts is cheaper than cooking.

Verdick followed up and put the meat in his mouth. A sensible cook cut a knife around the neck and neatly put the meat into his mouth. Verdick loved this wild bird dish. Close your eyes to focus on the taste.

The mashed potato, which was first met with the tongue, was mixed with butter and placed on top of the meat, but when put in the mouth, it seemed to melt. Oil from the fluffy particles soaked the throat, and when the meat was chewed, the sweet smell of the fruit came out.

The richness of the wine, which permeated between the ages, tickled the tongue. The sensation that small bones, weakened by high temperatures, crumble between teeth adds to the pleasure of chewing. And as the small lungs and heart inside burst between the teeth, the sweet juices spread through the mouth.

'Oh, this tastes.'

In my family, I used to eat two or three birds a day, laughing at the tradition of one. Evans was very fond of this treacherous dish, which required careful consideration. Grilled wild boar was considered a luxury food and used to be a high-end dish everywhere. Berdick said, "I am a mania who knows everything from the seasoning of this dish to the garnishes that go well with it."

What did he write?’

The combination of meat, garnish and wine was more sweet than anything else, but the delicacy was the combination of bitter and sour taste. I have experienced adding sour taste to meat before, but it was the first time that I could feel the subtle bitterness at the tip of my tongue. Berdick was surprised by the ensuing harmony, though he was afraid he might have been burnt.

It tasted like tongue-tying. the shock of being attacked by the palate The taste was not unpleasant, but rather more subtle as it emphasized other flavors.

'I can't describe it as writing it. What, what's appropriate?

"Wake up, Mr. Evans."

Berdick opened his eyes. Some tears glanced around my eyes. It was so sweet. greater pleasure than sleeping with any beauty Berdick felt obligated to take over the Haier estate. This is greater than any scholar's research.

"What the hell… I'm telling you, the reason you haven't put this out so far… Oh, really, no. I can imagine that I was born to taste this."

Verdick's admiration gave the lord a satisfactory pat on the beard. Raymond and Isela were then put in their mouths, and their expressions also changed. However, young people were unfamiliar with the subtle difference in taste, so they just gave a short, cliche compliment. He was displeased with Berdick, who was proud to be a gourmet. It is unreasonable to give an equal amount of food to such inexperienced people who cannot enjoy it properly.

"Can I have another taste while I stay?”

"Huh, we don't have any left, so we'll have to wait a while to taste it again.”

"I'm sorry I haven't tasted it."

"Don't be upset. We didn't have a good hunter on the land, so that was it.”

"Then please give me a chance to hire better hunters, and I'll pay you as much as I want. I'm telling you... may I call the chef? I can't help but admire you.”

A few minutes later, a chubby middle-aged man stood in front of Berdick wiping off sweat.

"That's great, my dear. I've never known your true value in other dishes, but now I know your hands are more delicate."

"Thank you, sir."

"How the hell did you come up with that?"

"The salt and butter on the potatoes are melted in a one-on-one ratio....”

"No, no, I wonder how you did the meat."

"Drowned a wild boar that had only been fed figs and apples for a month to wine and thanks to the high temperature....”

"No, more than that, um... I'm sorry."

Berdick coughed in impatience and cleared his voice.

"I'm curious about the combination of the sauce, I can't get a clue what spice it is. I don't think it's a hub I know.”

"Well…."

The chef hesitated.

"Please. Is the recipe so secretive? Lord, I will pay you a reasonable price. I don't think I'll ever forget that taste."

"Well, that's it. Actually, the hub is....”

"…because I put it on."

Duran answered quietly.

“…….”

"That was great. Thank you, Bride."

Only Raymond answered in silence.

It's not too much to be proud of Dulan, the next lord. All he has to do is to administer the administration next to the lord, and as a new official, he is responsible for the congratulatory affairs of the people of the country. Compliments have also become subtle.

"I've heard that the Abbey, where the Dulan Shrine was located, emphasizes medical care above all, and recommends a sufficient supply of nutrition rather than a ban on exploration. My knights and I got a lot of help.”

"Oh, you should have told me earlier."

Isela jabbed quickly.

"I wanted to hear various opinions. I didn't think Ms. Evans was wrong about giving it out to her subordinates through fasting."

"Yeah."

"Mr. Berdick seems to disagree.”

Isela's face turned red. Even though he was so passionate about Haier, Berdyk's greed didn't make sense.

"I've had a lot of fun, my lord. From my poor perspective, I think the one on top of it is a medicinal ingredient, what do you think?”

"…that's right, sir. I don't always interfere with cooking, but... Sometimes I intervene when I think it's necessary."

"Thanks to you, not only your mouth but also your health. Thank you."

It's such a waste to be a puppet for Youngjoo puppet. Berdick looked different to Duran. He was just a distraction. If Duran and Karen get married, Haier will continue to take the final decision, no matter how Berdick monopolizes the real power.

Fortunately, he is incompetent in management and stutters, so he didn't care much about it, but with this skill, he wants to keep on leaving his cooking and health to himself. Verdick licked the oil in his mouth with his tongue.

“…….”

Karen hasn't put the wild boar in her mouth yet. Berdick inwardly looked at her, wondering if she would give way without eating. The eyes met.

Karen smiled slightly.

I tried to take my eyes off the embarrassment, but Karen opened her mouth and put the bird in. I took my eyes off the munchy figure. It was unpleasant. And it was even more unpleasant to see Raymond looking at Karen. Damn knight, how much did you spend on him all this time?

Recognizing Raymond's eyes, Isela immediately became heartbroken.

"Huh, is anyone sick? It's delicious, but it's not something you have to do....”

Verdick stepped on his daughter's shoes. Stop it.

"I'm feeling a little under the weather."

Young-ju replied with a almost forced smile.

"So I want you to stop bothering Dulan, Miss Evans."

In a stark atmosphere, the chef disappeared, saying that he would prepare snacks secretly. And Young-joo made a loud noise and declared the dissolution of the company, saying, "Let's take a look at our own business."

The dinner lasted more than three hours, so Young-ju moved to the smoking room, and Berdick hurriedly followed Young-ju.