193 • Unwanted cooking

"Now if you'll excuse me..."

Chiffon-Cher left the kitchen and only me and Roy were left on the spot.

"Oh, boy. If you'd just left, you'd be in trouble."

Blur Roy aside for a moment, and I let him check on the kitchen.

If it had not been such a triumph, it would have been a tremendously chest-leaping space.

Whoever the master of this hall is, there must be no mistake that he is noble or equivalent.

Therefore, there were no comparable facilities there with the woodland or the boarding town.

The size would be six or seven meters on one side. Six tatami is the size of two rooms that would fit perfectly.

The walls, floors and bricks are bricklayed, and a number of lighting windows with ventilation are available in high positions, not poorly ventilated.

Towards that wall, on the right hand side, the cookware was sloppily lowered.

Not only are cooking knives such as meat cutting knives and vegetable cutting knives plentiful, but they are also as rich as my hometown, such as wood bells and ladles of various sizes, metal grated gold, and strainer-like utensils for draining and powder sieving.

Further behind it is a large shelf with no doors, and pans and vessels of various sizes and shapes are still arranged there. I can see a flat pan like a handheld frying pan, and even the equivalent of a bowl or bowl seems to be picked up.

On the other side, Kamado is installed.

It is a splendid kamadoku made of stone, and there are four of them, large and small.

Fuel firewood and black wooden pieces - charcoal - are packed in that straw crate.

Before I could talk to Michelle, I had wings facing the real thing.

And beside it, a huge box of iron sat.

Dressed to be embedded in a half-wall, it has a square door on the front.

I thought if I pulled him open, there was a two-stage gold net stretched horizontally inside.

The hunch is medium. This guy is definitely in the oven.

The workbench placed in the middle of the room is also stunning in size.

There are plenty of water bottles.

A huge bottle prepared apart from that would surely be a crumb in. The contents were washed beautifully, but only a little bit of meat still smells like it could have been done.

What enrichment will it be?

Not only did it amaze me, but it made me feel so complicated by the seriousness of my differences with the woodland and the boarding town.

"... you are told to make a plate of main dishes"

And even Roy called me in with an imaginable tone of laughter, so I look back at you.

"So, for that dish, use the meat of Kimmus and the milk of Karon. … the food pantry is this way"

That was Roy lurking in the back room until we got here.

Once again, scenes were prepared in the twitching peach town.

An evenly spaced, doorless shelf is filled with vegetables that have never been seen as familiar vegetables.

On the walls are dried fruits, vanilla and earthen and glass bottles arranged tightly on the deepest shelves. The huge bottle placed at the foot was covered with a lid, but of course the salted meat would be filled.

Right across the bottle, I also saw two eggs, large and small, piled in a grass basket.

Probably the eggs of Kimmus and Totos. Eggs are rare enough for me because I haven't been out in many outdoor areas and I couldn't have bought them without taking a trip to Kimmus or Totos stores.

"This is amazing... that's what makes a noble hall so different in size from what it is"

"Hang on. I'm telling you, this is a cook for servants, right?

"Servant?"

"I cook meals for servants, it's the smaller chef. Kids like you deserve that, don't you?

Seriously, you're right. I'm sure you won't be able to afford to give me any more. So sticky, I wasn't angry that they turned the look of mockery on me like that.

"Let's get started. The bell's been ringing for three moments, so if you're bringing it, you're not gonna make it to dinner, are you?

"Three moments... I've been abducted about a little past Jomtien, but how much time is left?

"Dinner is six hours after sunset."

"Ha. Then Jomtien is a moment of zero? Is that a moment?

"... Jomtien is Jomtien. If the bell rings six times past Jomtien, it'll be sunset."

You don't even know that, Roy had a frightened face.

(So you're splitting six parts from Jomtien to Sunset, so now you're just in the middle of the afternoon)

In other words, it was a good time to finish the stall business in Innkeeper Town.

They've taken my form, and what will everyone be doing?

Like now, that feeling pushes me against my chest.

Do the Rudd-Loux suffer from hand wounds, etc.?

Would the nails have been released properly?

Could Raina-Lou and the others have done business with the stalls to the end?

Business in the inn was to be completely soaked up. Nair, Naudis and Milan-Math, what thoughts would they have had when they heard I had been exposed to the bad guys.

And I-Fa...

Has this situation already been communicated to Ai-Fa?

(Absolutely, I'm going back to the woods with five satisfied bodies)

I look back on Roy.

"Which is Karon's milk?

Roy silently proceeded to walk over the back shelf.

Take the earthen bottle about the same size as the fruit liquor from the sloppily arranged bottle.

"All these blue earthen bottles are caron's milk. You've got five left for today."

I pulled out a lid like cork and smelled the contents.

The intense fragrance of milk caresses my nasal cavity.

"That smells good. Can you still say this?

"You bet. If I stay until tomorrow morning, I'll have to finish it with milk fat and cheese."

"Ugh?

That was as unfamiliar a word as cheese.

But my chest follows a certain hunch.

"Does milk fat mean grease made from milk? That could be..."

Roy waved at the troublesome and whispered my words, taking the tiny pot off the shelf.

Sleeping under that lid was a very radiant, cream-colored, fragrant object - undoubtedly an ingredient similar to butter.

"Heh! This guy is amazing! What are other earthen bottles and kettles packed with?

"... this bottle is the oil of leten, and this pot is the fat of the caron. The bottom steps are Mammalian fruit liquor, sparkling liquor purchased from Jagal, Sim's Gamma milk liquor, and vinegar made from Mammalian."

"Vinegar! Does it even exist!

I accidentally shout, and Roy frowns loudly.

"It's not uncommon for you to have mammalian vinegar. You're not suddenly making a big, stupid voice."

"There was no vinegar in the Inn Town. What is the oil of Leten, possibly oil of vegetable origin?

"Naturally," Roy's expression said.

I guess he only has the knowledge of Castle Town so that I only have the knowledge of Castle Town. So I'm surprised at the appearance of milk fat and vegetable oils and vinegar. I don't understand my mood.

The anxiety of being separated from my fellow Moribe brethren and the sense of aurority over unknown ingredients is going to make me kind of sick.

"This is the seasoning I bought from Jagal. Tau oil, sugar and Panem honey."

The sugar from Jagal was yellowbrown like kibi sugar and appeared slightly coarse.

The honey of Panem was a liquid from the time of maple syrup that glistened golden.

A few more familiar rock salts and vanilla including Pico and Leelo.

The red fruit of the dried and crunchy chit was also well stored there.

There are two types of cheese: gamma milk and caron milk.

Gamma's cheese, as I know it, was as rich and rich as Camembert's, but Caron's cheese had a milkier taste, with a moist but soft texture, white as snow, as if it were fine mozzarella cheese.

And the last thing that appeared was a mysterious powder with a slight yellowing.

"This is a stock powder made by stewing Kimmus bones, caron shoulders, and some vegetables."

After Roy gave me his permission, I let him get away with it.

The bright saltiness and flavor bounce over my tongue.

It was a concentrate of flavor reminiscent of solid bouillon.

"Amazing. How do you stiffen boiled stock like this?

This kind of artistry seemed impossible without freeze-dry technology, but Roy's response was really light.

"When you get the stock, punch the coarsely ground fuwano powder and the grain of rock salt and dry it and stiffen it up."

So this is the powder of the fuwano that made you smoke the stock?

Then the expiration date doesn't seem to be very long, and the fact that I use that many ingredients may mean that they are more expensive than any seasoning.

"That's what condiments are for this cook. Are you dissatisfied with something, Mr. Chef of the Inn Town?

"You can't be dissatisfied."

Milk and milk fat, vegetable oils, animal oils, vinegar, sugar, honey, solid bouillon - so many seasonings that I didn't stop craving. What was the struggle until yesterday?

But this guy isn't my original job.

How ingenious with the limited ingredients and seasonings of the lodging town. That's what I'm supposed to do today.

As I calmed down my exasperated feelings of confusion, I became more and more angry this time.

(Are there so many disparities between the inside and outside of the stone walls? The people of the woodland hunt Gibba to protect the fields, the people of the farm grow vegetables in the fields, and the people of the lodging town do business with the travellers - so how the hell do the people of the castle town get so much richness?

I was born in Japan. I can't know more than I learn in school, such as about the feudal society ruled by nobility and royalty.

Therefore, it was also unlikely that such disparities would arise between nobles and civilians, which would be so tolerated.

"So, you can use caron's milk and Kimmus' meat. It was, wasn't it? If it were normal, what kind of food would you want?

Ask Roy while keeping his inner frustration under control.

"Well, if you're going to use caron's milk, make it a simmer or a pan, or you'll just have to pair it with roasted meat. Either way, if you don't make flavors with other condiments, it won't be a decent dish."

"Well it is, isn't it? Hmmm... I figured this was a cream stew..."

"Kurimu-chi?

"It's my hometown dish. I hope it fits your noble mouth."

Suitable for your mouth, but I have no choice but to cook what I know.

First, I decided to check the taste of caron's milk and fat.

"Hey, if you want to see the taste of milk, shake the earthen bottle"

"Huh? Why not?

"... you don't shake the earthen bottle, you don't mix water and fat"

I see. Unpurified raw milk separates moisture from fat when left alone.

With Roy's advice, I shaken the earthen bottle well before checking the taste of caron milk.

It was milk with a stronger tongue and flavor than any milk I knew.

I can't feel the raw odor like I was prepared. Is it about pasteurizing? Anyway, it has an intense flavour and feels more fat than milk.

It is this milk fat from which its thick fat content was extracted.

Apparently, they didn't let it ferment or anything like that, which was sweet and flavorful without much difference from the butter I know.

However, rock salt is probably added for preservation. I can feel the saltiness with a lot of strength, and even half melt because of the high temperatures. The expiration date doesn't seem that long either.

Together, if caron's milk and milk fat will replace the milk and butter, it's not hard to cook a dish similar to cream stew.

I decided to go as carelessly as possible into sorting vegetables, holding on to an extremely complex comfort.

"Speaking of which, how many servings should I cook?

"Alright...... no, three servings"

Three servings?

This is another halfway number.

Who, who and who, it is.

Speaking of which - the Deals should be sleeping in one of Cycleus-owned halls, is that about this hall?

It doesn't seem to bring in people who have been exposed by unfair means to the mansion to which they are inviting guests, but I don't know how to think about noble things.

"If you serve three servings of main dishes, one dish at a time, that's not even a big portion. I don't think the actual cooking will take your hands off it."

"Oh. You can do it yourself."

Roy wasn't even a distracted breeze, he was twisting his mouth and laughing.

Maybe helping was an excuse, and from the outset he was entrusted with a task as a watchdog.

Well, either way, there are two soldiers with knives outside the door. I headed to the vegetable shelf in the mood to keep an eye on it if I wanted to.

Aria and Chatch were quickly spotted.

And another dish, a vegetable called Nennon, which is also sold in the lodging town, will also be secured.

Nennon is a vegetable shaped like an orange turnip.

It has a mellow sweetness and becomes very soft when simmered. This was the identity of the paste of vegetables used in Kimmus meat buns, the first stall snack I had ever spoken of in the boarding town.

This gives you a carrot-like texture when simmered in moderation. Although it doesn't taste as existential as carrots, it is occasionally used in 'giva soup' even at Fa's house to add color.

(And then some vegetables like broccoli would be perfect, but you can't afford to be trying unknown vegetables)

So I also decided to use Tino as a green color.

As for the stew utensils, this would suffice.

But I can't find the ingredients I need at the heart.

I don't have a poiton to thicken my stew with.

When I asked him, "There's no way there's one," he said again.

"How can you cook decent dishes with Poitan? You, you want to whip me so bad?

Yes, Camua-Josh said Poitan was only portable food for travellers and soldiers and would never even be on the table in the boarding town.

While I pile up the different vegetables in the flat basket, I get carried away.

"Er... that's a little welcome, but you just said powdered fuwano, right? Is Fuwano eaten as a staple food in this castle town as well?

"You bet."

"So what kind of procedure is fuwano processed into such a shape?

"Ahem? You've decided to grind the fruit of the fuwano and work it out with water. You've never even baked a fuwano on a cook's ass?

"Yeah, because I never needed it before. - So this is where the fruit of Fuwano, in its grinding state, comes in?

Roy spared the hassle of opening his mouth, pointing a corner of the food bin with his thumb.

In the shadow of a lined shelf of vegetables, a giant bag is left unmade.

When I opened it, the bright white powder was packed tightly in it.

Poitan is slightly creamy, but this one is snowy white.

It was very dull, and when I put it in a pinch of mouth, it felt like the flour itself had a fluffy, wheaty taste.

(Yeah, looks like this should do it.... or maybe even closer to flour than Poitan)

Then, since milk and butter substitutes are available, it should also be possible to make white sauce using normal procedures.

I'll test him first. There was nothing else.

"I'll borrow Kamado now."

Move all the ingredients you need to the cooking area, and I'll stand in front of you.

When I put fire in the kamado, heated a smaller pan, and threw milk fat in it, it quickly melted and collapsed.

The aroma, which is very similar to butter, makes me very appetized.

Stir carefully in a wooden slab to avoid damnation while adding a little powder of fuwano there.

Poitan made me burn right in the process.

Moreover, it was not milk fat but giva fat that I used at that time.

So when I made the stew at the once Lutim feast, I threw it raw and was forced to shape it as a stew because of its unique thickness.

Fulfilling - Fuwano's powder was harmonious with the milk fat of the carons.

Melt that loo, which is moist and semi-liquid, with the milk of a caron and see the flavor.

It has a mellow flavor and a mellow tongue.

It has a more intense flavour than the sauce made with milk and butter, and yet the aftertaste is not as bad.

So when I added more rock salt, pico leaves, and bouillon broth to taste, I finished a white sauce that I wouldn't be ashamed to serve anywhere.

"That's a hell of a way to make it," Roy laughed spirally.

I wasn't even expected to taste it, so I decided to leave it alone.

(All right, vegetables and meat next time)

Aria, Chacchi, Tino and Nennon - are substitutes for onions, potatoes, cabbage and carrots, respectively.

Chutch and Tino take a big bite, cut Aria off, and Nennon all the time.

For three servings, this is not a big part either.

Kimmus decides to let us use breast meat.

It's the main dish of the day, so let's put more into it than usual.

Thankfully, the meat of Kimmus stored in this hall was also firmly skinned.

Skinned Kimmus meat is supposed to be quite expensive, but I guess it's not as good for the nobles.

Furthermore, the cuts of the meat cutting knife and the vegetable cutting knife are also excellent.

That's a really privileged environment, and it makes me feel sarcastic.

"Um, would you mind letting me also use milk fat to fry meat and vegetables?

"Oh? Whatever you want, you're a pain in the ass."

"Because milk fat is precious, isn't it? You can only make a tiny amount out of a ton of milk, right?

I've heard that if you make butter from milk, you can only make it from one litre to 20 grams.

But Roy just mocked "Han".

"I'm sure he's right. Anyway, I'm buying in so much milk that I can't drink in this mansion, I'm making so much milk fat I can't eat. Wouldn't it have been better yet to be used in any poor dish than to make it extra and rot?

"He said to make it extra and rot... that's not how you throw it away, is it?

"What do you want me to do besides throw it away? You paint your skin like a princess in Wang Du? - If it's going to be short, it must be the nobility's sagging to buy it in excess."

That kind of smugness is bullshit.

Caron's milk, milk fat, and cheese are ingredients that are not available in the Inn Town. If you're too upscale to get it, that's the only thing - but is that how the nobles buy into the murmur, which makes the price extra high?

(Speaking of which, even Caron's torso meat is bought up in Castle Town)

What an angry story.

No matter how fine a cream stew can be created, it also makes me feel kind of vain, considering that it's a dish that only goes into the mouth of a nobleman.

(I wonder if I can do something about it and just treat Karon's milk in Inn Town. If we could process that into milk fat or cheese ourselves, that would broaden the range of dishes)

Gamma cheese and tau oil could have been purchased directly from a pedestrian once.

If the distribution routes and amounts are investigated, it may also be possible to handle this caron's milk, as well as the oil of leten and the sugar from Jagal in the accommodation town.

Or it was me I couldn't help but hope it was possible.

"Hey, if you're stuck, you're really not gonna make it, are you?

Called in a teasing tone, I look back at Roy.

He is a young man of the West who seems to be everywhere, so untouched by this.

You have a bad mouth, but I don't think you're that bad of a guy.

It's just - I didn't see how I was in a privileged environment at all aware of that.

"… I will use Kamado now"

Anyway, now, let's just get this unintentional job done.

It's only afterwards that I get my thoughts on Moribe and Inn Town.

Except - this is all irrational eyes, so I couldn't help but bring back some useful information.

With that in mind, I fry the chopped Chimus breast in milk fat.

Originally salted, the seasoning is only for Pico leaves.

If the color of the surface changes to fox color, add the vegetables there as well.

Once the fire has passed, add water and simmer over low heat.

After only half an hour, when I heard the heavy bell tone about four times from somewhere far away, the hardest chatch on the first fire street was also soft enough.

I don't use giva meat, and bouillon substitutes exist, so I wouldn't have to simmer that carefully.

Pour the thickened milky white sauce into the pan for time.

Stir carefully while at low heat and check for flavor when heat passes.

I also added a little rock salt and tau oil to the concealed flavor.

I miss it, it tastes like cream stew.

I didn't think I could cook this dish in this world.

How much happiness could I have gained if the person feeding this had been the people of Ai-Fa or the woodland or the people of the lodging town?

With that thought bitten off, I told Roy I was "done".

"Hmm. That was surprisingly quick. - Hey, we're done cooking!

When Roy turned, the door, which had been shut tightly, opened and Chiffon-Cher showed up.

"Good day, Master Asta, Master Roy... oh, you smell like caron's milk..."

That being said, Chiffon-Cher inadvertently narrowed his eyes.

"I didn't say, do the job before you."

Saying, Roy took the palate wood dish from my hand.

As such, the ready cream stew is made of radar and sticks to Chiffon-Cher.

Chiffon-Cher thanked me and then took the wooden dish.

"Let me take a look at the poison…"

Was this woman even charged with such a role?

I watched it in the dark - Chiffon-Cher opened his eyes wide as he mouthed the stew, "Well..."

And on that face, he spreads a smile of surprise and admiration.

"This is… what a delicious dish… this may be the first time in my life that I have ever spoken of such a delicious dish…"

Really, Roy hoisted his brow.

"Hey, keep your old ladies as long as you can, slave bitch. Remember whose dishes you're poisoning every day."

"No, I'm not denigrating other people's cuisine... it's just that they found it so great..."

"You don't seem to understand. This mansion is full of finger cooks in Genos. I'm advising him that if he was slapping them in the mouth like a little fool, he'd be wearing a leather whip."

"Yes...... but I am born of Mahdra...... I guess what I find delicious and the people of the west will be different from me so I won't stick around to denigrate the others......"

That said, Chiffon-Cher smiled with a grin.

Roy's face finally catches on to evil.

"... So you're telling me in front of you that you're not going to undo the joke you just made?

Chiffon-Cher tilted his little neck like trouble, then nodded small, "Yes......"

That moment.

Roy tossed the ladle he had placed at the end of the pan to Chiffon-Cher.

Radle hits the temple without aiming, and Chiffon-Cher says, "Oh......" and gives a blurry voice.

"You're kidding me! You lowly slave bitch!

In addition, Roy grabbed the earthen bottle of caron milk that had been placed on the workbench.

On the verge of being thrown, I grab Roy's wrist.

"Stop it! Don't sift the violence with that!

Roy's blood-running eyes looked at me.

"Let go, you lodging town cook. Who the hell do you think I am?

"Don't you know? You're the one who's hiding your identity."

Roy's back, so I can put that kind of power at my fingertips.

"But you're a cook too, aren't you? Then don't treat your precious cookware and ingredients badly."

Roy's face was distorted by pain.

A blue earthen bottle falls on the workbench.

"Ouch! - Let go! My arm's gonna break!

"You're exaggerating," I shrugged, but I saw a tear in Roy's eyes, and it gave me a little bit of a tingle.

Maybe this is seriously painful?

"Dear Asta... Please let go of that hand..."

Chiffon-Cher, who was crumbling to the floor, grabs it at his feet.

I looked back and took another breath.

At the head of Chiffon-Cher, he saw the soldiers laying their fingers on the pattern of the sword across the door.

I'll release Roy's wrist immediately.

Roy walked onto the brick floor in a freed wrist position.

"Thank you… but sheltering someone like me is of no benefit to Master Asta…"

I sigh loudly and deeply as I hear Chiffon-Cher's voice from under my feet.

As soon as possible, I want to go home to the Ai-Fa's - that's all I thought about filling my chest as I cooked a dish that was ready for the congregation.