The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

This obviously high calorie, high salinity dish has shaken their souls (Seoul), which wake up early in the morning and are now reaching noon.

"Hey... don't do it with Elma, it's not the same story. Should we cook for the noble? Are you going to pocket your servants and score?

George narrowed his eyes and shouted alongside Elma's grand play, using precious ice to politely cool the Vishsaw.

He is a man who hates chemistry.

If I tried to pass through the sacred battle with sesame seeds, I could never forgive it.

But Elma, a servant who tried to crowd on the counter, gave her royal sacrifice and a bit of dribble back in smooth Montenegrin.

It's not a hunch. You and I just have different definitions of noble people. "

Ahh......?

Georges frowned at its fluency and content.

Then Elma offered one of the sandwiches she had secured in her arms.

I don't have a last name. Strictly speaking, there is no family register, no town to call home, and no school for civilians. By nature, working in a place like this is often unacceptable. "

What......?

So, from my point of view, all the people who got a job at the Royal Palace after intense drilling and competition are noble people. --including you.

Covered with glasses, I couldn't even tell the color of my eyes, but I still found out that I was seriously staring at this place.

The arms that offer sandwiches straight out, or what they say, are also free of lies and deception.

"The proud Georges Ramadier chef. Please enjoy my thoughtful offering."

The voice was quiet, but from the tiny body, something was coming out that could be called force.

George unconsciously received the sandwich under pressure from it.

And as Juliana and Lucas were offered the sandwiches and watched them carry them into their mouths with interest, they tried to cheek them out.

――……

It's good.

Nang, which is opened in a bag, has a softer, more pungent texture than it looks, and a hint of sweet wheat spreads to the mouth when chewed.

With his teeth up, he chewed through the fried clothes, and suddenly the salty grease ran over his tongue.

The texture of the thick tare sauce and finely chopped cabbage with subtle lemon comes after you.

The same impression seems to be spreading in the audience seat, and everywhere says, "Uh-oh!" but George caught up with the urge to do so.

I'm a professional.

When dealing with good things, you should encourage analysis before tears.

…………

From my taste as a cook, I have a little too much oil.

If this much fat tuna is used, it is better to remove the fried oil as much as possible.

Since the sauce is sufficiently salty, there is no need to mix salt with clothes or cabbage to this extent.

But...

(This feeling of warmth and saltiness... can't help but be good)

Running from morning to prep and cooking in the summer sun, Georges now realizes that he wanted more calories and salt than usual.

At the same time, when she realized something, she raised her face and nodded as if Elma, who had returned to the kitchen, affirmed it.

The people of Rouden are diligent. Even the royal family wakes up in the morning with the voice of the chicken and does not abandon their labor - even more so if they are servants. When we eat, our bodies are almost starving. The thirst for oil and salt is not in comparison to the nobility of the Montaigne crown, to whom you have dedicated your food. "

Yes, it is.

Why didn't you notice?

George wanted to stretch his cheeks out.

Until now, all he had cooked was a nobleman who drowned in gastronomy and beauty and sank himself on an elegant sofa.

In Montaigne, the country of beauty, and in Luden, the country of martial arts, it was only natural that the taste sought was different.

With less manpower, the employees who were running to a large number of jobs were looking for a quick recovery and stomach build-up - a fat, salty meal.

Even if you serve a delicate and delicately seasoned soup to a place like this, they will only say, "Is it like this?"

"... what am I doing?"

Don't even think about the taste of the eater, and replace the natural point with an insult.

It's obvious who can satisfy people's tongues by looking at them with a smile on their cheeks.

I didn't even stand on the start-line as a cook.

At that time, the ice burst into the bowl of the cooking table and Georges turned away.

Vishsoirs used ice sparingly to cool down rapidly so as not to kill the flavor of the ingredients.

It's about time we could offer it.

But...

George quietly lowered the key (server) he had once.

I can't behave like this anymore.

Perhaps the two royals would say "delicious" more than the other servants - no, the strange prince who has been busy moving his body in the Knights to the former queen who is mistakenly flat by the servants.

I'm sure that's not the case.

A bitter smile was engraved, and George tried to take off his cock cap, but a voice was heard from behind.

"Georges Ramadier Chef"

─ I don't know.

It's Elma.

A maid in glasses with an unreadable expression asked with a less subdued voice.

That potato soup - Vishsaw's, right? Can't you let it out?

"... if you look at it, you won't know.... I can't cum."

There is some pride in being a loser.

However, Elma slightly tilted her neck and went into unexpected behavior.

I see. ─ But don't worry. I've prepared about a hundred spoons. "

"...... what?

The conversation is not meshing.

But before George questioned his intentions, Elma made a spoon with an unusual move.

As soon as he finished blinking, a white magnetic spoon lined up over the maid's giant tray.

Serving one meal at a time on a spoon - this style is also known as "one spoon", as seen at evening parties in Montaigne.

"...... what?

Even with that amount, I foolishly thought that if it was a one-spoon, it could be provided to more than 100 people. I think your Vishsaw should be made by people in the castle, even in small quantities. Including me, of course. "

"...... what?

I have only been able to say "yes" from earlier.

But with George's mouth wide open, Elma would quickly distribute the Vishsaw to everyone below Juliana....!

"Oh... hey, hey, wait, you!"

What is this?

Is this an insult to George who wanted to decide for himself?

Even if you eat a dish that doesn't suit your taste, it's not good to eat it with a naan sandwich and fill your stomach.

Well, the kitchen men, the maids, the martens, the guards, they must be in trouble or stupid again.

"--uhh... ahhhh!

…………

George doubted his ears.

As you can see, the servants are sparkling their eyes with their spoons in their mouths.

Her eyes are moisturized by ecstasy, her cheeks are flushed, and her hands are gripping the spoon hard.

From the whole body, no lies, no lies. "Yum! It seemed like a compliment was echoing.

"Ah... After all, the Ramadier chef's flavor is really delicate and deep."

"I'm killing the strength of potato acupuncture and carefully pulling out only sweetness and umami. Beautiful job."

Regardless of the two royal families who are eating this meal in their mouths,

"Delicious... ah, delicious! Now I finally know the taste of potatoes for the first time!

"I feel like I'm getting something really good!

"I feel like I've become a king...!

Even the servants are discussing it with excitement.

Together, they turned to George and ran to him with emotional momentum.

"It wasn't Georg, Jillo, Ju, the chef! That's good! This is so good!

"Geo-no, I... George, chef! We've been eating this delicious stuff before! I lost it by pouring it in without tasting it!

"Geo... George, chef! I want to eat this again!

He tries to call me an unfamiliar Montaigne-style name, biting his tongue.

Open and simple their words.

--That's why George was so happy that he accidentally felt a fever in the back of his throat.

(What the...)

And I understand.

Even so, they didn't understand the taste of cooking.

I was hungry enough to taste it.

And now that it's filled by Elma, he understands and tries to walk in on something different.

That's right. My cooking was simply throwing calories into their stomachs, but when it comes to Georges chef's cooking, it seems that even a single servant can taste the mood of the royal nobility. "

At that time, Elma, who had finished serving Vishsaw's meal, returned to the kitchen and spoke to Georges.

Then she pushed up the bridge of her glasses and told her.

I surrender.

"Eh....?

It feels gloomy.

But before George could say anything back, Juliana gracefully lowered her spoon and opened her mouth.

Which fits the tongue of the noble? Looks like there was a minute for Georges Ramadier in this match. Because your dishes make people 'noble'. "

"Even if an anomaly occurs on the adjacent cooking table, you should be commended for your focus on cooking."

Prince Lucas shrugs his shoulders when he says that.

As George stood still, Elma grabbed the hem of her maid's clothes and thanked her deeply.

I dressed up to show respect for the winner, George.

The audience who noticed it threw a line of praise at Georges.

It's like expecting a declaration of victory.

(What the...)

George murmured again in his chest and glanced at the maid with her head down.

Then he reached out to the tall cock cap - he took it off towards her.

"--No, ex-husband, Your Highness"

Then I'll tell you in one word in Ruden.

It was the first time that he, who had stubbornly penetrated the Montagnard language, would try to speak in the language of this country.

"I'm glad to hear your words, but this match is... at least a draw. I may have filled my tongue, but I don't think I won over her."

I don't know if I'm hungry. I can walk because it's filled.

I'm sure it's the same for me.

Now that Elma has given me the place I've always wanted in Rouden, George wants to get closer to them.

"If you beat her so much one day... then please promise me your protection. And my name is Geolk, no problem."

As it stands, my name will become "george."

Shrugging their shoulders, Juliana and the others laughed joyfully.

From that day on, Georges - again, Georg Ramadier's chef accumulated more sharpening and eventually produced a number of court dishes called "The Eatable Treasure of the Royal Castle of Rouden".