The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Shit! Always this one!

George threw away his cock cap and scratched his short, well-dressed, yellow-colored hair.

Some of the chickens who had been feeding on the evil Montaigne, swayed their rustle and wings and flew away.

Here in the Kingdom of Luden, unlike in his homeland, the day can be simplified.

After a hasty breakfast, Georges was allowed time to sell oil at the chicken coop until he started eating dinner.

--And sometimes I steal and listen to my men's mouths.

"Who's stopping high? Their level is too low. How old are you? Don't make me laugh, I'm still a man of forties!

Hit a pillar with a tough arm that can shake a frying pan for more than ten hours a day.

The jaw and the tight body, which are indispensable to the Montagne man, played a role in spreading the pseudonym in his country, but in the rudimentary Kingdom of Luden it seemed meaningless.

Georges Ramadier.

A chef invited by the country of love and cuisine, Montaigne, at the behest of First Prince Felix.

That's him.

But in fact, everybody realizes that he just "fell" because he lost the power competition in his country's kitchen.

Otherwise, no matter how much of Rouden is the most developed country on the continent, the culinary capital, Montaigne, would have bothered to leave the country.

Ruden is a good country for martial arts.

Well, in cooking culture, it's a backward country.

Still, the pride of accepting the pull-out with the intention of biting and crushing the bitter bug was to maintain the title of court chef.

The two countries only differ in language and dialect, so even if we only speak Montenegrin, we can manage to communicate. That was the plan, too.

But after entering the royal castle last month, Georges' pride and calculations have already been ripped apart many times.

First of all, the job descriptions are too different.

Speaking of court chefs, it was the role of my country to provide food to noble people.

Here, however, he is entrusted with supervising not only the royal meal, but also the creation of a job.

There are no facilities.

We don't have enough manpower.

The freshness of the ingredients is reasonably good, but the cooking technique seems to have stopped in its primitive era.

When I was just sprinkling potatoes and sprinkling them with salt, or sandwiching them in bread that was too salty and spicy, and eating them flat as a "meal", I could only think of it as an outrage from Georges.

The tea culture was brought in by the concubine from Rutland, I can say somewhat.

For you, Prince Felix, who pulled him out, has a reputation as "Prince of All Fools" in the local Rouden.

Thanks to this, no one is going to follow Georges in the kitchen, even if he is trying to gather his needless motivation and make a change.

You think the maid is better at helping me than my cooking...!?

He was frustrated.

Originally, the position of chef is equal to that of nobility.

To overcome the difference in identity and make you understand our greatness, I prepared a decent meal for you.

George, the chef, grabbed the knife himself and gave him more than 300 meals with the intention of teaching him about the food culture.

Nevertheless, they poured into the delicate cuisine made with great skill, without even thanking or touching them, and began to say, "Is this the thing?" "This is better for the rice made by the new maid."

It was often unacceptable.

"The maid... the new maid... perhaps Elma."

Georges knew that a wild Luden woman with thick glasses had entered and exited the kitchen several times in his absence.

If this is the homeland, we're just about to walk into the kitchen with a woman.

Neither shall an unclean woman approach the temple that dealeth in the holy fire.

There was no contradiction between the culture of love for women and the spirit of inferiority of women in Georges.

It seems that a girl named Elma is friendly with the maid of honor, the Countess, and since she was the nurse of the second prince, she is kind to both the colored man and the second prince of the reputation.

Sometimes the prince and her mother, former Queen Juliana, asked me to treat her to snacks and sweets.

An important role in filling the stomach of noble people. A sacred workplace.

She tramples it with her feet, and she's an insatiable kid - in other words, she is.

I didn't mean to spill my eyes on George because she was a woman and a child.

Rather, I thought it was because of my inferior existence that I, an adult man and chef, had to properly guide and correct my mistakes.

"... let's tighten it up..."

George glanced at the chicken with a ridiculous noise and grabbed its neck violently to make it into soup stock.