The Villainess is Changing Her Role to a BroCon

"Master Mikhail, I'm sorry to keep you waiting..."

With an elbow on the window sill on the side of the hallway, Ekaterina rushed up with Flora to Mikhail, who was waiting for her.

Mikhail laughs with Nikoli.

"I'm just expecting and waiting on my own." In fact, when I heard that Lydia had been going and coming around here, I knew it would be late. ”

……

Lydia... I thought it was a terrific lady skill to come out at the right time, but it was the result of such a plain effort... It's like a swan scratching water under the surface...

"I always get lunch, so don't you think you can be more inspiring to me?"

Well, that kind of thing.

Even as she answered with a smile, Ekaterina thought she was.

But if you make me wait for the pussy I fed, I'll feel guilty. As a person.

... but I'm really imposing when I'm calling out to the prince. I'm sorry, prince.

I owe Mikhail a lot of favors, but I don't want to be too impressive.

To tell you the truth, Ekaterina opens the basket.

Fufufu, I'm so confident today!

"Here, have one of these."

"Thank you."

The basket is stuffed with sandwiches. Without hesitation, taking one, Mikhail looked happy at the thick flesh that appeared in the cross-section. The meaty menus of the prince and the boys who are eating the platter must be very welcome.

Is it fried?

Yeah, with breadcrumbs and plenty of oil.

"It looks delicious."

When Mikhail bumped into her, it was crisp and sounded good. Mikhail is chewing a sandwich with open eyes in the summer sky.

When she swallowed it, she said it was stinging.

“It's amazing.”

All right, ahh!

It was hard, but I'm glad I made the cutlet sandwich!

Ekaterina smiles well as she poses inside.

"Mikhail-sama likes meat." I tried to make it easier for you to eat at lunch. I told you that I would make Mikhail's favorite dish for lunch, but you won't tell me what you want to eat. That's why I thought of something that might suit your mouth. ”

"Everything I got was delicious, so I didn't have a choice. So you made this for me?"

Yes.

Ekaterina nodded lightly.

But actually, it was tough.

Since I started making lunch, I thought I could cook Japanese food. Because I want oniisama to eat something delicious.

However, 21st-century Japanese food can only be made with 21st-century cooking utensils and ingredients!

And seasoning! Not only soy sauce and miso, but also tonkatsu sauce, mayonnaise, ketchup, and ponzu vinegar, all of which were delicious. I don't remember the ingredients and details of the sauce at all, but I have vague memories of a huge variety of vegetables, fruits and spices lining up. Oh, the maker's noble corporate effort... Oh, there's a theme song for an economic show in his brain.

And the stock... When an overseas cook or a French cook came to Japan, I bought a knife and went home a little while ago, but recently I heard a story about buying something that takes stock such as kelp from Rishiri. The deliciousness of the soup stock was so excellent that it could be incorporated into anything but Japanese cuisine.

But the Empire had few condiments. Cooking utensils are also not comparable to IH or gas ovens and microwaves, and there is only a stable fireplace or oven for cooking with firewood. It's quite impossible to reproduce the Japanese cuisine of the 21st century.

If Toshina Yukimura of her previous life had come to this world as it was, she might have been desperate to eat Japanese food. But Ekaterina has never tasted Japanese food in her life. I just want to eat my memories! It doesn't seem like the feeling is coming, and I am satisfied with the imperial meal that the chef will make for me. Since the meals served during the incommunicado period were not really crappy, the meals are delicious and delightful. That's why I was cooking Imperial dishes that Flora taught me for lunch.

However, after a few months, I just want to try a little bit.

So, I decided to make a tonkatsu that was sure that basic ingredients would be readily available, and that it would be good for teenage boys.

However, Ekaterina, a non-believer in her own way, was involved with the Yurnova family's chef.

I had heard that the prototype of the cutlet was a Milanese cutlet. Similar dishes are found in a world similar to Europe.

But it's not.

Even if there is breadcrumbs, it is much finer than the Japanese ones. It started by looking for grinds to make rough breadcrumbs for the cutlet.

Besides, pork is a bit smelly and hard because it is not a Japanese pig that has improved the variety. When the chef slapped the meat thoroughly and soaked it in yogurt, it became soft, but it felt a little different from a thick but chewy tonkatsu.

And oil. It is hard to fry oil that is frizzy. Moreover, it is a very luxurious imitation to use so much as to be able to fry. The chef took care of me.

One by one, they cleared the tunnel.

I used to get ingredients from the kitchen to make lunch.

But that's a lot to bring in. The breadcrumbs were made by the chef of the Yurnova family. Pork is a high-end variety that has become delicious with the blood of a boar-shaped beast. It is native to Yurnova, where my grandfather Sergei brought me to raise me on the outskirts of the Imperial City. The oil was also brought in from the Yurnova family.

This cutlet sandwich was made by the kitchen staff as they watched with interest.

“You must have liked the pork roast served at the Yurnova dinner. My grandfather kept the pig in the suburbs of the Imperial City. I ordered it and made it."

"It's a high-end ingredient, isn't it?... thank you so much. It seems even more delicious when you think you've made it for me. I'm so happy."

Mikhail smiled happily, and Ekaterina nodded slightly.

After all, it's meat for boys!

I've taken a lot of care of Origa. I'm glad you're happy.

"I thought you'd be happy to make it..." No, thank you! I don't owe you anything because it doesn't suit my sex!

Ekaterina-sama, it's about time.

Flora told me, haha! and Ekaterina returned to me.

No, I'm keeping oniisama waiting! I want you to eat it while it's still warm, if you can!

"Thank you, Master Flora." Goodbye, Mikhail. "

"Yeah... see you tomorrow"

Ekaterina thought it must have been her imagination that Mikhail had seen Flora with his dazzling eyes.

May oniisama say it's delicious!

They'll tell me everything I made is delicious! Oniisama, it's Cisco!