Tilea’s Worries

Today, the restaurant Belm is closed.

There is no cooking.

If it's always the case, I'm in the kitchen of the Evil Army Underground Empire.

In gratitude to everyone who took care of me on a daily basis, I was cooking rice for you.

Are you looking after me?

It's a mistake to take care of you, isn't it?

and might stick with it.

But, but, but.

This Underground Empire is the property of Ol' Father. I have been allowed to use it for free for a long time. If I had paid the rent properly, it would have been a hell of an amount. What's more, the restaurant Bellum has received a lot of money from the Orr family to assist with everything from opening funds to material costs.

It's not just about running a restaurant. When I thought about the slave commotion, the auction, etc. in total, I was allowed to spend lightly over [billions] of dollars for me.

Normally I can't get my head up.

Not just the Orr family, of course. My sister Tim is getting along very well with the legions.

Lady Camilla, there are some things I think you admire with Lady Camilla, even if you subtract it. My sister was able to work hard in a strange land, thanks also to having a companion with whom she felt comfortable.

When Tim met Elizabeth, he fought for his life.

I won't say it in front of them, but I'm grateful to them.

Sometimes I get in trouble with a medium to second illness, but I'm an important companion.

So let me make you about rice.

Yet......

I hear the legions are cooking for me today.

I used to say, "Amateurs don't cook. Waste of ingredients," he cautioned. And then they didn't complain about anything I cooked, but they persisted today for some reason.

"I won't let Master Tyrea bother you. We can provide a satisfactory meal for Lord Tyrea's tongue," he said confidently.

Of course, you, Drewas, the perverts (Nielsen), and the corps executives were all like that.

You guys are hard to say, aren't you?

You know what it means to cook instead of me?

That's like saying you can cook more than me.

I get in trouble if they lick too many professional cooks.

And, um, of course... over time, I gradually changed my mind.

They're pathetic, even if they're not too keen.

I think it's hard for me to cook alone, and that's what I do for me.

It's important to keep the cook company, but is it sweet for them today or so?

Looks like you've been secretly practicing cooking to surprise me...

From now on, Ol appeals to me to yay yay yay yay. When Division II is the best, you say you have unparalleled finest cuisine.

Legionnaires in charge of cooking, they must be competing for food.

If that's the case, you must want to show me the results of your practice.

Okey, okey.

Let me draw everyone's feelings.

Honestly, there is still resistance to amateurs handling luxury ingredients. I just realized that I didn't originally have the right to talk like this. The ingredients are purchased from the assets of the Orr family. If you're going to waste your ingredients every day, then maybe today.

Sometimes you have someone cook you a meal and enjoy it.

Get to the table and wait for the food.

Well, now, what did you guys make?

Eyeball or egg roll?

I'm not expecting it because it's amateur food. But it's okay. I'll eat even if I burn.

I'm glad you're all feeling it.

I'll just give you a taste critique.

People who make it will also be wondering how it is appreciated by professional cooks.

Grading shall be sweetened. Evaluating it from a professional perspective, you can't just point it out. Then I lose my motivation.

Hopefully, I'd be glad to take this opportunity to interest you in cooking.

And... the sound of the bell rings gorn.

Time for a meal.

The food was continuously brought to the table.

Hemp Tofu, Chinjao Roast, Stir-fried Rice, Paella, Pasta, Nice Style Spaghetti, Dashi Rolled Eggs, Sasaki Shrimp Tempura......

This dish incorporates a lineup of Japanese and Western ingredients and bright colors.

... Yeah, don't do it.

Amateurs can make it.

Looks, splendid itself. It's like a professional cook made it.

Ho, ho, surprise stuff, it's hard to do.

It even has a decorative knife that follows the season and flair, it's not hard.

I'm really good. If you suck, you might be better than me...

As it is, well, even if the shape can be mane, the flavor matters.

Here you go, so-so!

Eat the nearby hemp lady tofu with a spoon.

Hmm!?

This...

"Maybe, no, you definitely changed the front of the board"

"" Ha. "

"Besides, the new Legionnaires are professional (...) cooks!

"" My pleasure. ""

I thought it was awesome from the looks of it, but I took a bite and was sure.

Definitely not a dish made by an amateur.

Professional flavors cannot be imitated.

This, these guys......

That's right. These guys are Neat, but they were bonkers in a good place. He is a family so wealthy that he learns how to shoot a bow in Hawaii to his father. If I had to, I wouldn't be enough to gather the exclusive cooks of the house.

"Dear Tyrea, what do you think?

"Yeah, that's pretty good"

"Let's be. I was wondering if this would bother Lord Tyrea."

"Right. Now we have a load on our shoulders."

The legions are talking satisfactorily.

What!? Are these guys seriously trying to stop bribing me?

Bring a professional cook or something, and don't take my position in the Evil Gods Army.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Let me make it!

If you ask me to make it here, you'll make it.

Everybody's sweet on me.

But I'm a professional cook, too.

Compete with flavor rather than appeal to emotion.

In the Evil Gods Army, the best cook bribes the legions.

I told you before that it wasn't an amateur act. Take responsibility for the words I said myself.

I'm Mr. Cock from the Evil Gods Army.

I don't admit any other cooks. I won't admit it, pump!

And well, bricko doesn't start. I mean it from here.

If you're a professional cook, I'll take a hard look at you.

Eat the hemp lady tofu I just ate again with a spoon.

I sniff the flavor of the hemp woman with my nose and try to roll it with my tongue to check the texture.

"Sort of. But I guess the fire streets are a little rough. The tofu is a little crumbly. And the spices are subtle. If I had added softer panapa leaves, the flavor would be mild, I'm glad. Yeah, eighty-five points."

Strictly appreciated as a cook.

Examine chinjao loin, paella and pasta in the same way.

Spoonful and dull, enjoy the fragrance first.

Uh-huh, Tistie ♪

Then put one, two bites and in the mouth to make sure the texture.

It is rough and smooth. However, the stock is a little cloudy.

Yeah, that's eighty-two, eighty-eight, eighty points.

They were all first-class.

Even if evaluated dry, the high score of eighty points over continues.

No, Rosetta Pratoline. It would have been bad if I hadn't trained you in cooking with your daughter. These guys are for sure. All B, no. Class A cooks. He has as much strength as I had before he came to Wang Du.

Oh, my God, well, I've got all the aces in here.

All of these guys would be sign cooks at famous restaurants.

Or wait.

I wondered.

This is the only cook I have. You'll have your own shop, and it's not strange to have a total chef who could follow a number of cooks. You can't possibly hang out with the Evil Army at all times, can you?

He's not the Chief for a day, he's the Evil Gods Army for a day. I'm sure.

"You guys only called this cook special today, didn't you? Then I'll have to cook again in the future."

"No, they are holding the position of [Sergeant] [Corporal] of the Evil Gods Army and are letting Master Tyrea pledge permanent loyalty. If Tirrea's glasses are fulfilled, we plan to continue to keep the evil army's kitchen."

"Are you sure?"

I see. If only the word of the legions were pelicans, they would have been permanently employed in such a playing corps.

Seriously?

Still an A-level cook.

What about your own store or the one you've been working for?

I don't know if it's convenient for the house, if I gave in to the power of the Orr family, or if I was caught by a lot of money again.

But if you're a real cook, there's no way you can keep cooking in an army of these jokes.

More or less, Sergeant? Corporal, huh?

You're the one I was talking to before!

Are they convinced by that status I've duly made? If you're convinced, that's fine.

I just can't stop losing to such an unscrupulous cook!

I'm serious about cooking.

Ladies and gentlemen of the Class A cook, I'm sorry to hear that! Tyrea today, she's a different person. I'm not saying a word to you that it's delicious.

Then the rest of the dishes will be vetted as well.

"No, I'm a pretty good Muniel. It's just a shame. I just want a little more accent on the flavor. Eighty-one!

It is rough on Sybia.

Usually, the level of cooking is high enough to scream Bravo Bravo.

But I don't want to be pitied and cooked.

The culinary numbers of the Evil Gods will be won by themselves.

Eat as one and repeat the assessment.

Next, I had stir-fried rice glowing in gold.

"Ugh!? Delicious - that's quite a stir-fried rice"

It was dangerous.

I almost said it was delicious. This was so delicious.

Parallel, the fragrance spreads thick in my mouth fluttering.

Every grain of rice in stir-fried rice stands evenly, and it feels good to watch.

Stir-fried rice is packed with the basics of cooking.

If the cycle of [Stir-fry] [Smoke] [Bake] [Steam] is not properly suppressed, you can't do it well.

Let's be honest.

Making the perfect stir-fried rice so far could be tough on me.

Ha!?

Seriously. You ate this flavor somewhere.

Sure, with your daughter, take a walk to eat...

Right!?

This is old [fun pan] stir-fried rice.

[Fun & Pan] is a super famous Chinese restaurant even in Wangdu, which thrives day after day. The head chef is an S-rank cook with a number of royal dishes.

"Oh, you guys even brought an S-rank cook? I made this, right?

"Ha. As Lord Tyrea has guessed. Kitsu, this Nielzen has brought you."

The pervert (Nielzen) stepped forward and spoke confidently.

"Neil, did you know Mochikichi?

"Ha, you are a very fragile person. I have the edge of lecturing a warrior several times about his mindset. This opportunity to recruit cooks depends on your recommendation to Tirrea."

Pervert (Nielsen) brought my disciple in. I'll introduce him to the wind.

You really don't know scary stuff.

S-rank cooks don't move with simple money. That's why they'll never cook until they get to the heart of the person.

I often hear that one S-class cook ignored the king's orders and didn't cook. A pride s-ranked cook never bends his hold, even though death can normally be done if he doesn't obey the royal fate.

For example, in the anecdote of Taste King Mochikichi, there are stories about the trail son of a noble nobleman who did not have food manners and pushed him into obsolescence.

He said he stood around with his rebellious idiot son and his escort.

Mochikichi is a militant cook.

If I were to say fragile in front of him, he would be peppered in a pot. It wouldn't be strange to get wiped out if you badly solicited an S-class cook.

"Neil, you've brought a lot of mochikichi."

"Dear Tyrea, I am aware of your concerns. Indeed, the battle power of the twinkle is like dust and mustard compared to ours. However, I am certain of my culinary skill. I was wondering if it would be okay to keep the Evil Army kitchen. And even if the enemy raids you, I'll follow up."

The pervert (Nielsen) punches me in the chest more and more, and he looks at me like, please take care of him.

Yeah, forget it.

In two unchanged phases, I found it futile to say anything.

If these guys are working any disrespect, I'll apologize instead.

Anyway.

No matter how much that mochikichi, it's not that easy to give away the evil army kitchen.

This is a good opportunity.

I was hoping to cross the line sometime.

I'll do it. I'll cook you more than a mochikichi.

Let's start by analyzing this stir-fried rice.

Observe your eyes as if they were plates. I fully mobilized and explored the culinary skills I had developed so far.

This... yeah.

I cough with Cohon.

"That's right, Mochikichi. It was a highly finished stir-fried rice. But you didn't have a little bit of heat on the leeks. The stir-fried rice must be heated evenly in the ingredients. Ninety-five points. No, it was a shame. Not a hundred points."

To paralyze this much stir-fried rice, you have to skip the moisture all at once on high heat.

Timing matters.

That's the man they told me was a flaming cook. The baking addition and subtraction were also perfect, barely coarse.

I said there's no fire in the leeks, but it's really a range of errors.

I have no idea if I'm saying this.

Close to the toy, but coarse for once.

I couldn't stand to be the culinary number of the Evil Gods Army.

Heh. I'm falling into self-loathing.

"So what about this dish?

When I finished my critique of Mochikichi, Drewas recommended a new dish.

It is a sautéed ragged bird.

It is steaming breast meat, and its warm hot air builds my appetite.

Nice.

I was curious at first sight, too.

I'll take a bite.

"Yummy. Not yummy! Ah!"

I said so.

Drewas, you are grinning at me. [M]

This was better than it looked. I couldn't keep my words down because of that.

This scent...... perfect.

I add anchovies and olives and add pressure to my breasts. Moreover, thanks to the perfect balance of [smoking] and [baking], the teeth are excellent.

Ugh, beautiful.

How do I describe this finished dish?

Yes, it tastes like an undead bird dancing in the sky.

The way the dishes are assembled is also refined, as is the way they are cut and served.

The more you look at it, the better you'll know.

This is not crude.

It is good to say that it is a dish that goes beyond the taste king Mothikichi.

Yeah, you're right. Professional cooks admit what they should honestly admit.

My loss.

But it's a terrible loss.

I'm just thrilled to find out that there are such amazing cooks in the world.

"Mr. Drewas, can you tell me about the cook who made this dish?

"Ha. My name is Jean. She's a human girl, sixteen years old. She is an A-rank cook with a title, but her strength is an S-rank."

Sixteen-year-old girl?

He's younger than me and he's a great talent.

I may have found a cook comparable to my father's.

Funny, you can't say the best cook in the Evil Gods Army in the future. But fine.

Maybe it would be fun to cook with this kid.

Lost in battle. Then let's sue with love.

"That's you, Drewas. This dish is [hundreds]. I can't complain."

"I'm in awe. She deserves to keep the evil army's kitchen and wondered if she could be active enough."

"Yeah, yeah, you are. So, a favor from me. I'm going to bend the first point, but I'm going to bribe you too!

"Dear Tyrea..."

"Please, if you're with her, you're going to get high."

Put your hands together for a favor.

Drewas you rounded your eyes for a moment, but raised your mouth angle and smiled.

And

"If Lord Tyrea wants it"

I waved one hand forward and finally bowed.

The Legionnaires seem to have conveyed my enthusiasm and convinced me to take charge of the bribery.

"Still, the taste of this sauce is hat off. Anchovies and olives sublimate the flavor well. I would have substituted it with shama leaves or parallax fruit. Yeah, yeah, she's a genius."

Then eat the sautéed ragged bird with a pucker, and praise the servings.

And this culinary competition, Drewas, is about to close with the victory of the cook Jean you brought in.

"Dear Tyrea, oh!

Ol shouted sadly.

"Duh, what's wrong?

"My, my..."

"My what?

"How was my Division II representative's unprecedented cooking? Aah!!

Unprecedented...

Some kind of performer. Well, that's the word I used a little before.

I mean, you want to imitate what I said right away. Well, fine.

Drewas, if you praise me all the time, the ol' will swell quickly.

I also have to get Ol's face up.

Uh, uh, which cook did Orr bring in?

But you already ate that, didn't you?

Other dishes I haven't eaten......

"Ah, could that be?

I dare point to Alai's soup that I didn't eat.

"Yes, it is. It's not like I'm a small cook recommended by the Lord of Staff. He's a much better unprecedented cook that my Division II found."

"Yes, yes, okay, okay. Enough is enough. But unfortunately, this is a failure."

"It's a failure!!

"Yeah, you don't have to eat it. It's a pleasure to boil an array. This hand failure does a lot when you're new to the profession, doesn't it? But, you know, professionals in the pro don't miss it."

Of all the great dishes, this was the only failure. At first glance. Okay, so you left it behind without eating.

"Oh, well, I didn't know it was such a failure..."

"No, no, even if they bring a dish that's all done. It's not funny without this."

As Ol groaned,

"Dear Tyrea, please wait. No falsehood in Captain Ortizio's words. This is an excellent soup."

Gil, you've been objecting. [M]

"No, I also know you get into the ol', but this is a failure. I know because I'm a pro."

"Dear Tyrea, I am sorry. Can't you enjoy just one bite?

I'm telling you it's a failure, Gil, and you're eating me down with an awesome serious face.

"It's Gil. Your sister says it's a failure. More than that, consider your sister disrespectful."

"Bend over there, please. Just one bite, please."

Oh, come on, Gil. You're gonna eat me down persistently. It's unusual, even though it's usually modest unlike an ol'.

Oh, Tim's eyelids started cramping with tingling.

You're mad at me for this.

"Gilbert Bo Bach! I didn't know you were that stupid a disloyalist. I'm disappointed."

"It's Gil. You are not like Ortizio. It was only when I thought I was a competent warrior that I placed myself at the top of the Major General's rank [Senior Major General]. Chill your head. Dear Tyrea, do not apply mud to Camilla's face"

Tim yelled at Gil for calling you a full name, and the pervert (Nielsen) scolded him like the boss of the company.

Still, Gil, your attitude remains the same. Appeal with resolute determination.

"Dear Camilla and Nielzen, I accept your disrespect. Please enjoy a bite. If it doesn't seem to fit my mouth, I'll cut my stomach and hurt myself."

"Hehe, why don't you obey my word... okay. Don't get hungry. I'll hunt your neck myself."

Tim took up his seat and started collecting auras in that hand. Gil, you don't take a step toward such a Tim opponent, and you keep bowing your head for even a flavor.

Ol was shivering as he alternately compared Tim and Gill to your face like that.

I was frightened when I saw Tim's angry face, Gil, and I looked at your face and I said, "Are you okay?" he asks anxiously. Gil, you were giving Ol a merciful glance, "Because I'm fine" like his mother.

Yeah, this isn't going to be packed. I'll have to go to arbitration.

"Ahhh I get it already, I get it. You guys don't fight. You just have to eat, right? If you eat."

"Sister, are you sure?

"Fine, fine. Sure, Gil, you're right. You made it for me, but it's rude not to talk."

Oh, I remember.

I used to make the same mistake.

When I simmer the alai, it smells unique and bitter.

Let me criticize you exactly as a first person and give you some advice to the cook who made this.

Grab Alai's soup and bring it closer to your mouth.

The smell of soup sooooo tickled my nostrils.

Hmm!? That's weird. I don't smell bitter.

On the contrary, this scent, it looks like a pleasant breeze is blowing.

Is that it?

This soup, it's not just the scent. Looking pretty neat, too?

The ingredients are harmonious or well made.

Yeah, you're doing great, aren't you?

It's beautiful.

That, what makes you think that? It's a failure, isn't it, this?

Well, fine.

Try it and you'll see.

I put the soup in my soggy mouth with a spoon.

"Ugh!?"

Too much shock got me into words.

It's as if the current ran from the tip of my head to my toe.

"Ugh, uhh..."

"Dear Tyrea, what is it?

"Oh, sister?

"Ugh, yeah, yeah!! I'm not messing with you. Ooh! What is this? What is this? I don't believe it. Incredible."

This soup is a dish that overshadows the common sense of cooking.

Has there ever been a delicious and supreme soup in this world!

It's a revolution, not an industrial revolution, but a culinary revolution!!

Take another bite or two.

It's good, it's too good!

Each bite adds intense flavor and fragrance, creating a superb flavor.

"Dear Tyrea, how was the dish prepared in my Division II? Was it unprecedented?

"No, it's too unprecedented. Wow! What the hell? Aah! You're just really amazing at me. Hey!

I put a sharp penetration into Orr's inquiry.

This high-spec dish......

I know the most ingredients and how to assemble them once I've spoken of the dish. But I can barely understand the composition of this dish.

There's just something I can say for sure. This dish goes beyond Dad's.

Honestly, I thought there was no better cook in the world than my father.

Mochikichi said a good line, but I still see my back.

What is it, what is it?

I came to Wang Du and my culinary skills improved. I could also meet a rival called your daughter.

Each other has inspired and incised each other.

Even though I've been aiming for culinary excellence, going beyond S-ranked cooks like Mochikichi, the flavor king, and becoming a cook like my father one day.

All of a sudden I feel like I've been hit with cold water.

How do I compare this shock?

If you become Mount Fuji and you're squeaky, Mount Everest will say, "Ooh! ♪ Feeling like I showed up? ♪

Or if I wake up to the super vegetable guy and he says he's the best in the universe, he says, "Oss! ♪ Does it feel like God of Destruction has appeared? ♪

You lose confidence, you get a fluttering glare, but you can't help but listen.

"Who's the cook who made this!

You can believe it when I tell you I brought the Taste Immortal from Penglai Mountain, or the culinary god from heaven.

Ask Ol for a rough nose.

"Ha. This is one of the livestock that excels especially in cooking. If it is the merit of my Division II, which found this livestock..."

"What? Livestock? I don't know what that means. Explain a little more."

"Thank you. Then I will explain it in turn. My second division, as you know, controlled the area around the Beastman settlement. The background to finding this cook begins with a kick in the golden generation and the fragile beasts who pluck it out. Both beasts seem to have feared my fighting power, and I feel sorry for them to surrender next."

I can't talk about it.

It's quicker to get in the kitchen and ask directly than to ask Orr.

I'm on my way to Ol's mouth, but ignore me and take a seat.

I have Allai soup in one hand and I have to make a run for it.

Exit the dining room and head for the kitchen for a small run.

When Ol said, "Dear Tyrea, Tyrea, what have you done?" He comes after me, "but ignores me.

Enter the kitchen and raise your voice.

"Who made this Alai soup? Ooh!