232 Tasting party for Kamadu number

"Yum! I knew Asta's giveaways would be great!

Deep-fried dragon fields stabbed on an iron skewer, and Rimi-Lou's shaken voice is raised.

Half an hour after the dinner party, in a small dining room next to the cook.

The chiefs and nobles remain in the dining room to continue the talks.

After finishing our duties as cooking numbers, we finally had a late supper with the hunters as escorts.

"I also like this vegetable dish very much. Eating boiled meat cold with water is a very fresh flavour."

"Yeah, I think so, too. But I'm sure what makes this delicious is also the effect of juice with this seal fruit. Just boiled meat and vegetables that don't taste good."

Both Sheila-Lou and Raina-Lou had a brighter smile than usual, either because of their achievement of playing a major role.

All the dishes offered to the chiefs are left on the table.

As a forest folk, it is better to enjoy different dishes at the top.

"Uh, don't eat all those giveaways! Even Limi wants more!

"Uh-huh. Aren't you still in the mountains? If you eat too much, you're gonna get all round like Mida, okay?

"I don't eat that much! Chibi Rudd's idiot!

The escort faces are all here.

Because it was possible to calm this room from the inside, they were also able to get a moment's rest.

A young man and a woman of the people by the woods are sitting in a chair that cannot be seated, surrounding the table and eating. It's a rare and heartwarming scene.

In the meantime, Sheila-Lou, who was proceeding with a meal while engaging in culinary rigging with Raina-Lou, put his hand up to the okonomiyaki during the course of the conversation and offered the dish with it to the okonomiyaki and Dalm-Lou.

"Oh," he responded, snagging at the plate's okonomiyaki.

After staring at its side for only a moment, Sheila-Lou turns to Raina-Lou again.

"... I don't care, that's a lot of food over there"

And there was a man who said in a hideous and grumpy voice:

It is Roy, one of the rare customers on this occasion.

Timaro and the others should be having dinner in a separate room by now, but he's the only one who's asked us to be present.

"I didn't know what it tasted like to eat at a funeral."

and so on, Roy said.

While eating, I think I'll leave it to myself to skip my gaze at Rayna-Lu Chi.

"Give Timaro and the others half. Is this still the quantity? That's right, is there room to even eat this dish over here?

"I only gave it half of Kamado's number. I eat a lot of men by the woods anyway, so I'm going to need this much."

"I know that if you look at it... and what the hell is that guy with that funny face over there?

and the second half asks whispering.

At the end of that gaze was the appearance of another rare customer, Camus.

Camua is eating Giva's meat with an unbeatable momentum from the hunters by the woods, as she looks like she's about to cry.

It was too much hissing to be completely oblivious, but Camus had an unclear habit of being as ominous as Reaper or as likely to cry like this.

"Anyway, I thought Asta's cooking was no longer surprising, but these guys are all too delicious."

And so on, Camua was sloppily rinsing Giva Soup.

Apart from his compatriots, he is a closed woodland people, but on the other hand, he also has the audacity not to care about the presence of heterogeneous molecules, so the table regiment was not disrupted by the presence of Camua or Roy.

Rau-Ray and others are shouting surprises for every bite they take, as almost everything is their first look at cooking.

Ai-Fa or Dalm-Lu something is faceless and silent, but the pace of eating is faster than anyone else's.

And for that matter, Rimi-Lou and Rudd-Lou, as well as Raina-Lou, also had bright and fun laughs, adding a touch of luxury to the occasion.

What a soothing space compared to an earlier dinner party.

If you wanted to deepen rapport with the people of the woods, Malstein should have allowed the presence of women and young people, I'm sure.

"So, how's the giva meat taste?

When I asked back the question, Roy got his head on the top of the Buddha, finishing the whole dish.

"Kuse is strong, but nothing unsavory at all. I imagined the taste of meat more like a mountain gamma."

"Huh? Gamma is an animal in the eastern kingdom, isn't it? Are mountain-grown games strong?

"Instead of being strong, it usually stinks. I guess that's why the Sims are eliminating that odor with spices as intense as chit fruit. Gamma's meat and cheese are only sold to meadow-grown people in the west."

I see, in mountains and meadows, the grass or something you eat is different, and the taste of meat and milk changes.

The cheese I know never stinks at all, so it must have been made from meadow-grown gamma milk.

"This dish of fried food tastes better than Kimmus fried food that was eaten before.... Then there's no sound of Timaro or Guru."

"Even Timaro's cooking must be a big deal."

As I said, I turned my gaze to the teasing table.

There's a dish from Timaro waiting for you, brought to you by Roy and his last names.

"All right, so shall we get down to cooking over here? Rayna-Lew, this is the dish from Castle Town you've been waiting for."

"Oh, yes!

Rayna-Lew rises up and stops by the small table at no time.

Really, Roy tried to swim his gaze, but managed to rebuild it on the way.

"But the guests at the woods didn't like this dish, did they? They gave the lord a pretty tough novel, and Timaro looked like a dead man, didn't he?

"Oh, that would hurt anyone. I suspect you chose it as your cooking number to discredit Timaro on purpose."

"Oh, were you on the spot? But he's out of line. Timaro simply created the best dish for himself. I can't imagine what I didn't care about."

It is Roy with his arms together and a sinister face.

In the meantime Sheila-Lou also came, and Rimi-Lou said, "You can't eat it all!," he says to Rud-Lew, then rushes over a bit.

"Yeah. That's just some weird smelling dish, huh?

"Yeah. First of all, the method of using all this vanilla is different from the forest side."

Four of Kamado's men sat in the form of a small table enclosure.

The men showed no interest in the dishes of Castle Town, so this is just a tasting session for Kamadu's turn.

- The result was truly tragic.

"First of all - Yi!" Rimi-Lou's scream echoes softly.

What Rimi-Lou ate was a fuwano dish, when it was oatmeal with cheese and herbs.

As the smell suggests, plenty of caron milk and plenty of vanilla were used, if you dare to describe it - it tasted like simmering with cumin or lemongrass while sprinkling the chiseled bread with milk.

In addition, champagne cheese with camembert cheese and meat pieces with roast beef are also thrown.

Even though it's sweet, the tingling irritation stings my tongue.

It had a really complex flavour, like hybridizing Thai and Italian cuisine.

"This... if you do eat too much, you're going to have a bad chest..."

Raina-Lou, whose eyes were shining in anticipation, has also completely lowered his brow butt.

What Raina-Lou is eating is a juicy dish that smells like milk fat and vanilla.

Buttered milk fat and herbs like cinnamon, rosemary, and nylla were used here.

Plus, probably plenty of that solid bouillon seasoning too. The smell and taste are rich and intense.

Karon's stomach and dots were white, rugged textures, and, well, not a bad ingredient if you don't dislike hormone-like.

But after all, the soup flavoring is complicated and hard to tame to the tongue anyway.

"Hmmm......" Sheila-Lou has become a difficult face.

On her plate was the meat dish of the main dish caron.

I didn't originally plan on getting this one eaten, but there was so much left over at the dinner party that it was delivered to me.

The warmed caron meat emits another glossy, delicious smell.

Just one of the hunters. Rudd-Lou, who had a curious eye on this one, jumped out of his chair and approached him.

"Only that meat looks delicious. Asta, cut me one too."

"Yeah, fine."

I put a knife in a meat chunk as soft as butter and I split myself and Rud-Lu's share.

So, I put that in my mouth - and Caron's meat, as if it did melt, just collapsed in my mouth.

But this taste and feel...

"Whoa, what the hell is this!? You're just a chunk of fat!

Rud-Lew barely returned to the big table and rinsed the giva soup all the way through the mouth.

"Roy, could this be - is it pouring fat into the meat, later?

"Oh, you get it very well. He's got a thin needle full of meat like hair, soaked in caron fat and steamed with vegetables and vanilla."

By the way, that's what Roy said.

"Otherwise, you won't be able to get that much softness and taste. You see, it took him the longest."

"Does it make sense to soften the meat that far? I think the caron meat that was in that fuwano dish was soft enough and delicious enough."

"Doug's carons are of good quality. If it makes any more difference, this way works. In fact, I didn't think you'd think about it."

The chopped caron meat shines in a very dark peach color.

The taste was as delicious as the finest beef, and the citrus sauce hung from the top wasn't bad.

Roasted but soft to melt. Vegetables and vanilla, which were used in large quantities, also devote their flavour to this meat.

But this... this shouldn't have felt like it was crossing the line.

Even though I'm not so resistant to junk food, something's wrong - something's distorted - and it makes me feel that comfortable, like protests are coming from the stomach.

Rudd-Lou's right, you can't deny the feeling that you're swallowing chunks of fat.

"Do people in castle towns usually consume so much oil? It feels a little oily to the detriment of your health."

"Hmm? Well, Count's - no, if you were a cook or cook with a former Count, you could use milk fat, lettuce oil, and karon fat all you want. That's probably the most noble dish you can order so far."

I wonder if Cycleus also harmed his health because he was eating all these dishes.

These dishes were so full of oil and salt that it didn't seem that way.

"Oh, this dish isn't bad,"

And that's what Raina-Lou said to take it away.

It is a bright red color, stewed vegetables of the Tarapa subject.

It must have been taken from that giant Talapa vessel. A very small amount of food is served in a regular iron pan.

I tried to taste it too, but it was certainly quite a success.

The stock is well sourced from a variety of vegetables and the aroma of pastry vanilla is strong, but it may taste close to Minestrone.

If I were you, I'd just splash some more salt, and I still don't think I'd use this vanilla. Other than that, there was nothing to be dissatisfied with.

"I also use Panem honey and sugar for that one. Sounds like you've been paying a lot of attention to the portions so you don't break the taste."

"I see," Raina-Lou said, striking her hand as if it were a deer claw.

"Something else, other than vanilla, seemed to me to taste unmemorable. Panem honey or sugar was, you know, sweet seasoning for something called confectionery, right?

Roy lost his equilibrium once and for all when Raina-Lou turned his straight gaze on him.

"That's right! Are you even complaining about something!?

"... I didn't mean to complain. If you're offended, I apologize."

Keep your head down with the dust, then Raina-Lou takes on his next tasting.

Roy held his head sneakingly, but kept his voice to himself.

"... asta ah..." he said, pulling the hem of his shirt as he creaked there.

When I saw it, Rimi-Lou was looking up at me in tears.

What was on the plate of that hand was a squarely cut fuwano baked sweet.

"This... maju..."

"Yeah, Rimi-Lou, but sink?

Graf-Zaza is still Rimi-Lou, who in the kitchen was blasting joyful emotions at the advent of sugar.

It feels like I've seen it, it looks like Millefeuille layered with thin fuwano fabrics, and it doesn't look creepy at all.

The texture is extremely moist and the pink minmi fruit is adorable. It's a visual that doesn't seem strange to be lined up in my hometown cake shop.

"It looks delicious. Well, if I'm not a family member, I shouldn't eat something I'm about to eat."

"... that's a lesson after ten years of age and after you take it off your toddler's body"

"Wow, I'm surprised! Ey-fa, what's going on?

"We're done for dinner. Every dish was delicious."

An eye-fa standing behind me is staring at the baked sweets on a plate in a bare candle.

Rudd-Lou and the others still satisfy their flourishing appetites, but I hear Ai-Fa cut them up one foot ahead.

"That's a rare dish. It doesn't smell bad."

"Yeah. Looks delicious, too....... you want to try the ai-fa too?

"I don't want to eat human dishes that have been rude like that."

"Really?"

I received the wood dish as I stroked Rimi-Lou's head in tears.

So, I put a crackling amount in my mouth - and it quickly turned out why it didn't fit Rimi-Lou's mouth.

Something like brandy was used to flavor this dish.

Um, maybe it's the same fine fruit liquor Balan gave me. There again seemed to be a blend of some kind of vanilla or fruit juice, which was hard to discern, but the base was definitely liquor anyway.

So - Fuwano dough, each of which is plenty of Panam honey and caron milk sucking.

It was uninterruptedly sweet, sturdy, and had a punchier taste than appearance, with the smell of fruit liquor.

"This is a bit... it does take patience to complete."

"You're going to be told scattered. If I hadn't tasted your food, I'd be kidding."

And that's how Roy has said he recovered from the shock of a suicide bombing.

"Surely your cuisine was a flourish that didn't even take a pull from Timaro's cuisine. I know that sounds awesome, but I don't think Timaro's cooking is that bad, do I?... because all of your dishes were diluted in flavor and I barely used vanilla or anything, I don't think there are many people in Castle Town who would be unhappy with it."

"Yeah. So Marquis Genos mentioned that he was no better than me and Timaro. Even I have no objection to that assessment.... just..."

"It's just what?

"However, in Castle Town - or in dishes made by Roy or Timaro - you can also feel excessive in the way seasonings are used. It makes me feel like I have my eyes there on how much vanilla, oil and dairy products I can use as much as possible, to the extent that it doesn't break the flavor...... is this interpretation wrong?

"Hmm... there's nothing wrong with that. I mean, isn't that what cooking is all about?

"I told my father, I didn't learn that way. Instead, you've learned to use condiments effectively to take advantage of the good ingredients."

"It's -" he called, and Roy shut his mouth.

A troubled look comes up on the scattered face of the scuff.

"... I'm only nineteen, but after working at three restaurants, I was invited to this Count Turan house. Every time I move to a big office, I get more ingredients and seasonings to use... and I get beat up for being a cook."

"Yes."

"In a tiny restaurant, you can only use tiny ingredients. It's a fine restaurant, full of fine ingredients, and a great cook who makes fine dishes.... I learned that way."

"Hmmm...... I guess you think a lot differently than my hometown. If there's such a thing as good meat, it's probably the best way to eat it by just baking it."

"Then why are you frying or boiling Giva's meat? You're confident in the taste of Giva meat, aren't you?

Roy looks like a child.

I laughed at you with my head on.

"I wonder. Giva meat is delicious, so we think it would be best if we just cooked salt and pico leaves together. If you're just twisting your head like that so you can't beat the delicacy, maybe I'm just putting in some extra effort."

"Is there such a reason?"

And, from the side, I was smashed aside by Ai-Fa.

"Don't worry about it until you don't need it. I'll be pissed when all you have to do is cook the meat for dinner, I will."

"I'm not worried about anything else. I'm going to twist my head again tomorrow, so just wait and see."

"Hmm," Ai-Fa snorted, the door slammed from the outside.

"Yes, yes," Camus rushes over to you at a foot speed for some reason.

Uncandled, opened the door to dilute and exchanged words with the person outside for a while before Camua looked back at me.

"Asta, it seems Cycleus has finally woken up. If I miss this, I'm not going to wake up till tomorrow morning, so would you mind if I have dinner ready?

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Finally, it is my last job.

"Then Raina-Lou, I'll leave the rest to you.... Timaro's cooking doesn't have to be too tedious, right?

"Yes."

I took control of the Rudd-Lou guys trying to get up, and only Ai-Fa was going to accompany me.

I have to reheat the dishes in the kitchen first. That's what I thought, when I left the room with Ai-Fa - there was a lot of people and a rash in my face that exceeded my expectations.

"Hey, you're gonna make it a hassle, Asta."

I lose my word about the person who was at the head of it.

It was Marquis Marquis Marstein of Genos, who was exchanging words with Camus in the shadow of the door.

Behind it were Melfried and Donda-Lou - plus Refraia and even the figure of Sanjula, who was trapped by two close guards.

"Lord Donda-Lou has decided to accompany him as a seer. As long as this job is done, all the work for today will be done. Best wishes, Asta."

"... Roger that."

I grabbed my fist and decided to get to my last job.