The Skill Collector

"I hear a lot of women don't like to cook these days. They want me to teach them to cook."

Having lunch in the absence of guests, the innkeeper general sat in front of her and said this.

Are you a woman who doesn't like cooking? The first thing that comes to mind when you say that is Seriferi, the wife of Congis, who is familiar with a unique dish.

Recently, the flavor seems to have become decent, and Kongis boasted before.

"So I'm thinking I'll give it a try at the end of this month, but does anybody have a problem cooking? I thought I'd do it in small numbers first."

Pah, a few faces came to mind.

Some inhabitants of this city, others live a little far away.

This is the time. It's not bad to try to speak up to everyone. If it inspires even one person to remember their 'cooking' skills, I might be able to buy them later.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the cooking class today. To grab a man, start with his stomach. It's not a bad idea to cook elaborate dishes, but it's actually more likable if you can easily cook something that tastes good all the time. Besides, people can feel happy just eating good food. There's nothing wrong with cooking. Good luck."

The women I know listen with serious face on the ground floor of an inn that has only become a cooking class today.

"I need to feed that guy a better dish"

I guess Congis' face floats on the head of the newlywed Cerifeiri.

Whatever he eats, he's going to say most of it is delicious.

"I don't think adventurers need to cook, but it's loud enough that Luio should be able to cook. Grandpa said the same thing."

The old sage's granddaughter, Peari, is twirling the knife in her hand.

When I drank with Luio before, I had a maid at home, so Peari had little experience cooking, and she spilled anxiety about whether she could go to her wife.

"There's nothing wrong with cooking, Peari. That idiot's only quiet when he's cooking too."

Next to Peeli is my fellow adventurer, Sarpi.

Looks like she can cook to some extent from the mouthfeel.

"If you raise your cooking arm here, there's more you can do at your inn job, right? I'll do my best to help the general."

"I don't mean to be so unintentional, but it's okay. 'Cause, Sumire. I wish I could cook."

"You look great even though you can't cook. Ha, I'll fix it right here, so get ready."

Billboard daughter Ceiri in an unmotivated attitude towards former flower seller Sumire, who is holding her fist and is in the mood. And the innkeeper dame who sees such a daughter and makes her eyes sharp.

It's a surprise you're the innkeeper's daughter but you can't cook. Didn't you even feel like making your own because your mother's food is delicious?

"Father, I haven't been well lately. I need you to eat something sexy."

Sister in a monastic garment twists her hips and puts her hands on her cheeks.

It could have been a mistake to invite this guy. On that side, Father, I think there's a lot at stake if you get any better.

"Aria, cooking is a must for bridesmaid training!

"Therapy has too many improvements before that. I just cooked, and it's not much different. And now I'm feeling buried."

Aliaria came to me amused, thinking that she would never come, even though it was far from this city.

They came here in an instant, even though it wasn't an easy distance to come.

He used the power of "The Great Relic" to move instantly.

To learn to cook, is that what you do? I wondered if it would be fun for them.

Therapy should have lived alone since my parents were gone, but they don't seem to cook well. It's a waste of time in a city where seafood is famous.

Aria wears a coat that covers her entire body, with a large, unfastened hat and colored glasses, and a cloth covering her mouth. You look like a pervert.

I don't know how my skin did it, but it looks just like people. Is this ancient technology, too?

But couldn't we do something about the disguise any more? I feel like I'm doing this deliberately because of Aria's personality.

"Cooking...... is it cooking? If you have to, go back..."

Lipre whining about the noise, staring at the ingredients in his hand. Please don't go back to death with this.

Appreciated for saving the village, the villagers treated me like a hero and made it difficult to stay, so I ran into this city where I came to breathe.

When we talked about cooking classes, did you come because you didn't seem motivated?

"Yes, you all pay attention. It's seafood dishes that get you cooked. You can also take stock from fish and shellfish, so simmer or bake, we'll leave that to your sensibilities"

When the general clapped her hand and caught everyone's attention, she took out the seafood that would serve as ingredients and arranged it on her desk.

Shrimp, fish and shellfish are placed in large quantities. I have plenty of vegetables too, so I think I can cook any dish.

"Let me show you your strength first. I'm not going to say anything, so make it whatever you want. I'll have the food evaluated by a collector."

"Yes? I didn't hear that."

"Well, we just talked about it. Because one of the purposes is to grab a man's stomach. Some kids will like it when collectors eat it."

You've been willing to do that since the beginning, General.

I don't mind if I eat enough food, but I have a face that makes me a little nervous.

If this were to happen, I would never have invited you...

Together with the signal to start cooking, everyone goes on to cook.

Sumire, Sister and Sarpi are the ones who do it handily?

Sumire was just taking care of her sisters instead of her mother, and the chores seem to be able to be done the whole way.

I feel safe watching Sarpi as well, carving ingredients without hesitation.

There's something dodgy about it. It was surprising that Sister could cook. I have an apron from the top of my monastic clothes, but the apron seems to be small in size and my chest swelling is accentuated.

I'm horrified that that's not wazzy. Father's 'rational' skills are going up again.

These three can safely watch, but the problem remains.

"Mom, it's always been like this, hasn't it? What, peeling is so hard"

Cheiri is peeling the potatoes, but is there more of her body left on the skin?

"If you can't cook, why bother?"

She was compared to Peeli, too. She cuts ingredients luxuriously without peeling them and throws them into the pan.

Don't make it easy to imagine what you can do.

"Cook, cook, repeat this too, will it be a little bit"

Is it Ripley who cooks carefully? She's undeniably inexperienced, too, but still weighs the seasoning and does it with reference to the faces she can cook around.

These people improve immediately, and they don't taste bad. I also have a good taste, so it will be fine.

"I need to show you the strength of a single woman. These things are handy. Handy."

Therapy is cooking without delay. I feel used to it, but I don't feel like I like cooking.

"Initiation of component analysis. Consider nutritional balance and add vitamin-rich leafy vegetables"

Gashangatan Peppy. And Aliaria is grinding ingredients at an unstoppable rate while making sounds that she doesn't think are cooking. It looks more like an experiment of scholars than cooking.

and well, it's a cooking landscape with each personality...... Point your gaze at a corner you didn't consciously try to see.

I can see the pan, but from there, from time to time, I feel like it's sinking when things like people's hands pop out, but the ingredients are only vegetables and seafood.

... it's my fault. Yeah.

Seliferi decided not to see it and decided to wait for the dish to be ready.

Is this how the prisoner feels before going up to the execution bench......

"Yes, then carry the dishes to the collector in order from the person who can."

The first thing I brought in response to the voice of the general was Peari, the granddaughter of the old sage?

"I'm so happy you can eat young kids' handicrafts, collector."

That said, it was the stewed ingredients that floated luxuriously in front of me.

I guess I didn't even remove the awkwardness or odor. The aroma of Iso is intricately intertwined, creating a bad odor.

You didn't sell 'Taste Tone Dementia' all...

You don't have to eat it, this is unsavory. But it's rude not to talk. Let's take a bite.

The smell of Iso is raging in my mouth when I scratch it with a spoon and put it in my mouth. It even stinks of breath coming out of your nose.

But I'm not frightened to this extent because I've been through a lot of training grounds. Swallow forcefully and convey your thoughts to Peeli, who is looking for thoughts in front of you and making your eyes shine.

"It has strong bitterness and odor because it has not been treated under the fish. I was wondering if I should take my guts off. And taste it."

Some guys will be careful to say "yummy" in these cases, but I don't think that will do anyone any good.

It's like they're missing an opportunity to improve their food.

"After all, it is. No, it's a waste, so I threw in my gut, too, but couldn't I? Failure"

Don't even be evil, he's laughing fun. Later I left it to the old sage.

Then I mouthed the sarpy dish but it was usually delicious. Is this the taste that is grabbing the stomach of childhood taming?

Lipre was talking about never cooking, but it didn't look good, but the flavor is a little spicy but not enough to eat.

Billboard daughter Ceiri's food doesn't look good, but it doesn't taste bad. This was unexpected.

The dish of Sumire, which I carried in bright red on my face, is unpleasantly delicious. The lower treatment is also polite, and no weird arrangement is included, so it tastes relieved.

"It's delicious. Sumire is a good cook, isn't she?"

"Oh, thank you! Glad to hear it."

Hugging the basin, Sumire laughs like a flower blossomed.

You're a good girl. She is. If I were younger, I might have been fascinated by that smile.

"Mmm, I was wondering if I could cook a little harder too"

Inspired by Sumire, Ceiri also seems more motivated to cook.

"Next, ha, it's me. Phew."

I put my finger on my cheek and leaked exhale into my worries. The trick inspires a man's passion, but it's not wax, is it?

Sister is really in trouble because she has plenty of skills to attract men for nothing.

The food served looks normal and tastes good, but I want you to stop getting hot and palpitations intense after eating it.

"Collector. Eat mine, too."

"Are you overeating and stomach sagging? Aria prepared drinks."

Now they're both at the same time?

Did the therapy saute fish fillets? Platters of vegetables are not bad balance.

I tried to put it in my mouth, not bad, but I don't know what to say... normal. It's better than unsavory, but I have trouble reacting.

I'm getting thirsty, so I take Ariaria's prepared wooden cup. Looking inside, it's probably soup. The liquid was clear.

Slightly raising his face and shifting his gaze to Ariaria, he was nodded once.... I don't know what that means.

It's better than being served something weird, so I drink that liquid all at once.

What, what is this intense richness and good taste? My body trembles at the impact of the flavor that thrusts through my brain.

"Yummy, what is this?"

"I extracted only the extract of the good flavor and it was rubbed. It would have looked like water and it would have been different."

Behind the unchanged magic metal of cloth, glasses and expression, I felt Doya's face seeming clear.

I didn't know one of the best dishes I've ever eaten was a soup like Ariaria's water.

"Well, it was a treat. I've enjoyed your cuisine. So that's what I'm going to do."

I grabbed that shoulder as I tried to take a seat after saying thank you.

I don't want to see it but when I confirm the person...... my new wife Celiferi is smiling.

So, hit hard. I have a painful eye for her cooking once, so I feel bad consciousness or a danger to my life.

Since then, 'Taste Tone Dementia' has reached level 1, which has also been overcome. When I checked my skills, 'Taste Tone Dementia' had completely disappeared. So I know I can eat in peace...

"Collector, you still have my food. Thanks to you, my husband is looking forward to more rice than before. I made it with that gratitude. Please rise."

If they say that much, there's no way they can speak of an excuse not to eat.

I sat in my seat again and dropped my gaze on the dishes offered.

There was - chaos. This is, simmering... no baking... soup... hard to judge any of it.

Along the edge of the large plate, the fish fillets are lined with lightly broiled and black-colored ex-fish. The sauce is sprinkled on top of it, but the bright red sauce is like blood splashed on a rock.

And inside the circle of fillets is laid the soup.

That's pitch black. A darkness that you can't even imagine how you created a black like a dark night sits there. And people's arms are stretched out innumerably to seek salvation from the darkness.

That's your arm. This. There's no way such a small arm exists, but are you deliberately crafting vegetables into the shape of an arm? You're so elaborate in vain, you don't have to.

In the centre is the mountain of Tartarus. Did you make this by shredding vegetables, too, clever.

I had a bad feeling because the level of 'originality' had increased and a new 'precision operation' had been added, but is this the achievement?

I know the taste is fine, but it takes courage to say this.

Again, check her skills but 'Taste Tone Dementia' did disappear.

All right, let's eat. The more time we put these things between us, the less we can eat them.... Let's go.

Wet in blood - stab sauced fillets with forks, dip them in the darkness and carry them in your mouth.

Whoa, this... shouldn't be. No, this is delicious. It's all against appearance and it's not bad to season. Rather, it tastes thin and I prefer it.

Though I'm too surprised it tastes thin with this look.

"Mr. Cerifeiri, you've improved. Your husband will be very satisfied."

"Thank you. And thanks to the collector."

Even if I just saw this smile, it made sense that I attended this cooking class.

Each of them eats their own dishes to share their thoughts. The most popular is Ariaria soup, and what intrigues everyone is the dark dishes of Cerifeiri.

Today I was given a manly time by the women to behave like cooking, now shall I wave my arms?

When I punched the general in the ear, I was happy to get permission.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for today. I will serve the dishes this evening. Indulge in the supreme cuisine with full 'cooking' skills. Please call your family and acquaintance."

When I say that, the women cheer me up.

A party that brings together the people who took care of you and the people who took care of you.

We met and parted ways. I guess these days are still going on.

When will the day achieve its purpose? One woman's face comes to mind, but let's just forget about its existence today.

New friends, old familiarity and just decide to forget and enjoy everything this evening.

I don't know what's going to happen next, no matter how much I keep living.

A number of skills collected over the years. Take advantage of this just for an overnight feast. That's not a bad waste.