565 Twenty-ninth day of the Green Moon ③ ~ Unexpected offer ~

So I put aside about half an hour and finally the lid of the iron pan was removed.

White vapor is overflowing. That sweet, mellow scent just set my expectations, even though I didn't like it.

I feel like I've seen it and nothing unexpected has happened.

Chaska has a plump grain of fruit that shines bright and white.

As far as I was concerned, it was a satisfying finish, but there was a surprise voiced by the same people who peered into the iron pot.

"Kind of a lot, haven't you got a lot? It almost seems to be more than double the amount."

"Yeah. I guess it's because Chaska smoked water. I think the original way it was made, Chaska is so bloated."

Answering like that, I loosen up Chaska with a large wooden slab.

Again, every pot of chaska seems to be responsive and viscous, but unlimited in appearance and aroma, close to white rice. Expectations seemed to increase.

"Now make sure it tastes good. This dish will be separated by mouth."

Four kinds of chaskas on a wooden plate, and I had them turned by 30 cooks.

The inside of the pan is barely burnt. Whether there was looseness in the quantity of water or whether Chaska is also of a less scorching nature than rice is unclear so far.

Either way, after turning the plates for the number of people, I decided to let them try the tasting too.

For starters, Chaska didn't grind water and didn't do 'How to Get Hot Water'.

My prediction is that this leaves the strongest viscosity.

When I threw that chaska creaked with a wooden spoon into my mouth, it was indeed a tremendous viscosity.

Even more awkward than regular rice cakes. If you're chewing, it feels like you're going to have a cake in your mouth.

But before I was disappointed, I felt like shouting delight at the taste.

Surely this tastes just like a cake. That was indicative of the fact that the taste of this chaska was so close to that of cake rice.

"That's kind of a strange texture. I don't even know when to swallow it."

While stating so, Mim was a truly enjoyable look.

While I nod back to you, I'll soothe your next chaska.

I did some water grinding, but I didn't do "How to Get Hot Water", Chaska.

This is slightly - really slightly - but I felt like viscosity was relaxing.

Still, I'm snuggly enough. Clearly more viscous than the rice cake I know.

Next up is Chaska, who did not sharpen the water and only went to "How to Get Hot Water".

This showed little difference from the previous Chaska.

This proves that both water grinding and 'hot water removal' are effective in reducing viscosity.

With such anticipation, I uttered my last chaska.

For practicing both water grinding and 'how to take water'.

This - it seemed like a very close texture to the rice cake I knew.

If it was red rice or a calf, it would be just about as sticky as this. Until now, it had been a feeling that I was eating something similar to rice, but this seemed like a satisfactory finish even when I was told it was rice itself.

But that is only the category of rice cake.

That's not what I used to eat on a daily basis. If I don't relieve the stickiness further from here, it won't reach my ideals.

But I was so impressed by myself.

For the first time in more than a year, he was able to obtain the kind of joy he was savoring rice for. It wasn't until I completed the prototype of 'Giva Curry' that I learned this emotion.

If we take more time to sharpen the water, or do the 'hot water method' with plenty more water, we will be able to reduce viscosity a little more.

Then I might be able to get the right flavor.

Just thinking like that made me groan.

"This is quite a delightful texture. As for Lord Asta, was it a satisfactory finish?

Polearths, taunted with the same thing, ask with a smile.

I managed to contain the emotion in my chest while turning to you.

"I can say it is, and I can say it isn't. I could confirm that this Chaska is very similar to the ingredients I know, but I'm not happy with the finish yet."

"Right. Then I guess I'll just have to ask you to work on that carefully by the woods. I think this is an interesting texture, but I have no idea what kind of dishes I can use."

It seems that the people around them were in the same mood.

They looked the same when they spoke of the vegetarian chaska. There's no mistake about the novelty, but I guess I don't see the way to sublime this as cooking like a fuwano. If people did not know about the existence of white rice, there was no way to do it.

"With all due respect, it seemed to me that I was mouthing a nearly made chaska. The people of the east may not be very pleased."

It was Tartumai who said so.

Then, the bozzle that was on the other hand gives a luxurious laugh.

"But the people of the west don't know Chaska itself in the first place. Both shaskas thinned like yarn and shaskas kept in the shape of grains will be rarely felt. If you can devise two different ways of eating with one ingredient, it's more useful."

"Yeah. That's a good story. I want Lord Asta to aim for a very satisfactory finish."

Polearth said so with a satisfied smile.

"Just the other day, a new chaska had just arrived. That was an unusable amount for Lord Varcus alone, so I would like you to bring it back to him, not just Lord Asta. Until the amount we've arranged here, there's no need for copper coins."

That is how the Marquis Genos and Count Turan invest in advance by cutting their money.

But I'm sure you'll need tons of chaskas to complete the ideal way to cook. That is the existence of cutting my money and letting me buy it, but I had to consult with Ai-Fa first.

"So that concludes today's study session. Tell the clerk over there what ingredients you need."

The cooks lined up in front of the clerk.

With it sideways, Vulcus and his line approach.

"Lord Asta, you were brilliant in front of me. Tartumai said that, but I feel the same as Bozzle"

"Thank you. I don't know if the people of Genos will be pleased because it's only an attempt to bring them closer to my hometown dishes… Still, I'm going to try to get it done in a satisfactory way"

"What kind of dish is that? Again, do you hang the broth to make the flavor?

"Huh? Right, that's one way to eat. I used to hang curry in my hometown."

When the story reaches curry, Varcus tends to disturb his mind. Even at this time it was remarkable, and Varcus was shaking his upper body slightly.

"Do you hang that dish on that chaska? It's very interesting to see what kind of finishing touches it."

A dish called Curry, which uses a number of herbs, seems to be something special for the Varcus who makes it. Tartumai, who draws Sim's blood, also shined a sharp light on his black eyes.

"You used to hang buckwheat on a dish called curry. So I was wondering if I would use a dish called curry for my regular chaska... my expectations seemed off"

"Oh, the curry seems to fit the regular Chaska as well. But I want to try to stick to another way of eating."

It was a story that Shaska's evil eating style might not be liked by the people of the east, but it was also something for me to look forward to seeing how it would react if it were 'Curry Shaska', not Curry Rice.

"Oh, looks like we're all getting together. As for the distribution of ingredients, let me just take it off, so may I finish this story first?

And, Polearths tried to speak from a distance.

I say, "Okay."

"Sounds like you have something to say about the feast of rapprochement. Is Varcus home yet?

"Yep. This is a story that has nothing to do with me and Turtumai, so I'm going to wait in the Totos car. If that's the case, I wanted to attend a feast by the woods."

"Yes, I hope to have Varcus eat our food again sometime"

Varcus nodded and let everyone else look around.

"I suppose you are loaded with sawdust drills, too. Lord Mime, you too..."

And, as I was about to say, Varcus tilted his little neck wonderfully. Ahead of that gaze is Sheila-Lou.

"... if I'm wrong, I'm sorry. Are you Lord Sheila-Lou?

"Yes. You remembered my name. I'm very honored."

As Sheila-Lou smiled slightly, Varcus nodded small, "Really?"

"I don't like to remember the faces of others, so I thought I saw it wrong. Were you, like, that face?

"Or is it a face? Yeah, it's just that my hair is shorter..."

"Oh, my hair. Then I'm convinced."

Varcus nodded again, only with a blurred expression.

"To Lord Sheila-Lou, Lord Raina-Lou. Plus, Lord Rimi-Lou, to Lord Tour-Din, who said he created a wonderful treat at the Tea Party. With all these other cooks besides Lord Asta, a fine feast dish will be prepared. I am very jealous of the bozzles that can taste it."

"Yes, and I look forward to the day when you can eat your own dishes again"

Raina-Lou was answering that way, letting the quiet voice take on a definite enthusiasm.

Finally, Varcus remembers his name, and I guess he's dawning. Even for me, I was so proud.

"Now I beg your pardon for this. Gentlemen, sooner or later."

A line of Varcus walks away at the door.

Polearths are waiting for us there, so when we tried to move forward too, Timaro approached us with a small run there.

"Lord Asta, is there something in a hurry?

"Huh? Oh, yes. I'm a little called to Polearths."

"Was I? Well, I'd like to stay within the moment..."

And, with a strangely serious look on his face, Timaro has turned to me.

"I heard that Lord Asta was to sift through the dishes to the auditors of the Wang capital even after that, but what did that end up with?

"Are you an auditor? Right. I know you were quite satisfied...... what's wrong with that?

"No. I was wondering if they did some rude imitation again, until it bothered me."

When I left my kamado with Timaro, Dreg fed Zilbe all my Gibba dishes. On his return, I was reminded that Timaro was as outraged as he was about me.

"Yes. At that time, auditor Dregg also had a decent giva dish. After all, we talked about Karon's cooking being better suited to her mouth, but she didn't imitate it in a rude way."

"Really?" Timaro withdrew.

"Then it's okay. Sorry to take the time."

"No. I'm so glad you care about me and stuff"

As I smiled more than my heart, Timaro smiled again as he had trouble choosing his expression.

That's how I thank you, and you walk away with it. Rayna-Lew smiled prankily as she dropped him off behind it.

"You've come to care a lot about Asta, too. At first, I was under the impression that you were there."

"Yeah. That guy, too, because he's not a bad guy. At first, they looked down on the people by the woods."

"I'm sure that was the same thing we did. I wasn't looking down on the people in town, but I thought you were a proud people."

"But that man and Varcus are all compatriots of the same west people!

I stroked Rimi-Lou's head with a smile on his face, and I said, "Right."

When we finally made our way to the exit, Polearths and the others, along with the hunters as escorts, were waiting for us.

"So shall we move to this separate room? I'll give you the ingredients later."

It was a small room where we tried the dishes we cooked in the kitchen.

Well, even when it comes to small rooms, that's compared to other rooms. It seems like at least eight posts would be possible, so there's nothing narrow about this number of people entering the room.

With two martial officers standing behind him, Polearth takes his seat in the upper seat. Me and Mim sat down on the same side of the seat as the Bozzles and the rest of the women took their seats across the street. The eldest brothers of Ai-Fa and Din still stand at the door.

"Uh, with regard to the feast of rapprochement that takes place in the forestside settlement, the Lew family is the partition, isn't it? Therefore, I ask you to convey this correctly to the chief, Lord Donda-Lou, as a word from me as mediator. Is that all right, Lord Raina-Lou?

"Yes, I understand."

Reina-Lou, sitting in the closest position to Polearth, bows carefully. In this case, it is decided that the elderly are to be held accountable in this house.

"First of all, you have the first eye. As for the treatment of the red wildlings, did you have any problems with what I told you the other day?

"Yes. As far as possible, that girl was going to have to spend time in the house to keep her face off the people in town. That's what Asta told me."

Take Rayna-Lew's gaze and I'll give him a nod.

It had already been delivered that the harvest festival, which was held exclusively by the people of the woods, was not yet a good idea to give Tia freedom in the feast of rapprochement, which invited many of the people of the town.

Thia was convinced that this was also the law of Genos, the law of the outside world.

"I'm just not talking about forbidding you from showing your face, am I? As a person in town, your mime, your mikel, etc. have already turned up."

"Yeah, that's sticky, I don't mind. However, he wants us to weigh ourselves in on the fact that we will be able to invite the Red Wildlings to a feast that will be held for the purpose of deepening rapprochement, which can later be a great misunderstanding."

We had already heard the story that it was the judgment of Marquis Malstein of Genos.

Polearth himself has a swallowing face and turns his gaze toward the bozzles.

"Let me ask you this with curiosity, but will you not be afraid of the Red Wildlings? Especially Lord Siri-Low, who was born of old blood muscles, right?

"Yes," Siri-Low nodded.

It is a deposited face as usual, but I don't have to feel just a slightly strained atmosphere.

"I hear that the three beasts down the mountain are just beasts, so I am not particularly worried. Of course, I'd never like to see you like it."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm in the same mood. Well, if it was a forest settlement with a lot of hunters, nothing would be dangerous."

Then Bozzle and Roy were also pointed at the water, but both names replied "no problem".

"I and others are born of Jagal. The story of Morga's mountain being a sanctuary was familiar to Xiao Ear, but this is the first time I've heard the name Red Wildlings, etc. Like the Genos, there's no reason to be afraid of it anywhere."

"Yeah, I see. If there is no obstacle to the feast of rapprochement, it is above all. We want you to enjoy it a lot and deepen your rapport."

After stating so, Polearth revealed his expression slightly.

The smile remains a smile, but the brow butt is probably down. Apparently, that's the real deal from here.

"That's the second agenda, then. This is only one suggestion, never an order from the Lord Genos, etc., so I would like you to hear it..."

"Yes, what is it?

"Yeah, actually...... is it possible to have the nobility of Genos invited to that feast?

Perhaps everyone on the spot was surprised.

Rayna-Lew takes a serious look at Polearth as she opens her big eyes even wider.

"A nobleman of Genos wants to take part in a feast by the woods? Who the hell are we going to involve?

"It's Princess Lifreia, the head of Count Turan's house."

Now, more twirling than just happened.

Not only are the people by the woods, but the bozzles are stunned. But it was also a very natural reaction.

"See, the other day, the forest people and Count Turan's family would have officially reconciled, right? That's what Princess Refraia has suggested herself to show that it's not just about form."

"Really... you mean the Marquis of Genos, too, has forgiven you for that?

"Yeah. He said if the people by the woods would allow it, they wouldn't mind. However, the fact that noblemen go out to places like that can also be used to shred Xing. People by the woods may think it's okay because it's a big breeze, but they want to take full account of the mood of the people they invite before they get a response."

Not only the Bozzles are invited to the feast, but also people like Yumi and Tarra and Terrier-Mass. The appearance of Refraia in such a place was somewhat difficult to imagine.

"It is the forest chiefs who dictate everything, so it is not necessary for me and others to say what they are offering… but does Refraia correctly understand what the forest feast is like? As far as I know, it seems quite far from the feast of the castle town."

"Oh, Lord Raina-Lou was also invited to the Ball of the Earl of Dalaim as a cook. Yeah, I hear Princess Lifreia's been around a lot. In the meantime, I think I heard from somewhere that it opens outdoors."

The source, maybe, is a real one. She remembered talking about a feast by the woods in a public discourse.

"It's just that when nobles leave at night, they need something called a corresponding escort. While visiting the castle towns and the woodland settlements, it's not unlikely that the unsuccessful ones will come and go. I wonder if they're going to take at least 20 soldiers."

"Do those soldiers have to be allowed to attend the feast, too?

"No, no! After you arrive at the settlement of Lew, you should be doing escort work at the entrance to the square. The square is surrounded by deep woods, so there won't be any thugs from there."

Speaking of which, Polearth had also visited the settlement of Luu in order to see the struggle between Leiris and George-Zaza. After grasping all the way to the geography of those Luu settlements, I guess Malstein put out a go sign.

"So the soldiers won't get in the way of the feast. But just because nobility sits on the spot, it can be a useless effort on the invited guests, right? They want you to give them answers with due regard for what's going on around them."

"I understand. So we need to tell the chiefs and see if they can get recognition from the people of the town."

"Yeah. And then I want the people of that town not to try to do harm to the nobility, or I want that place to be taken into account"

Raina-Lou thought about it for a while with a serious face before saying "I understand" again.

"Then I will tell you so. In what way should I tell you my response?

"The feast is coming up in two days. I'm afraid I'm in a hurry, but I'm going to run a messenger to the Lew house before sundown tomorrow, so can you give me an answer by then? Besides, I'm sorry I'm busy."

That being said, Polearth rose out of his seat.

"I hope you've finished talking to them in Castle Town. Lord Bozzle, pass on your candid opinions to the people by the woods."

I suppose you thought that having a noble self there would get in the way. Polearth took two martial officers and left.

When the door was closed that way, Bozzle snapped his jawbeard "Hmm".

"That Princess Lefreia's participation in a feast by the woods, for example, is a truly amazing story. It's unthinkable from a previous princess."

"Oh, that princess had the same temper that arrogance was walking in her clothes. It's only been less than a year, and it's changed a lot."

Roy's words were spicy, although it was in a polite tone with Bozzle against him.

Siri-Low is looking around at us with his face.

"Whatever it is, you don't have to consider our mood. It's not uncommon to face people like you."

"Oh, since you all worked in the mansion of Count Turan's house, are you and Princess Lifreia in the same pattern of old knowledge?

When I asked, Siri-Law turned his gaze on me.

"There was never a cook's assistant at Count Turan's house. Valkas and Timaro were the only ones in this mansion who were greeted with you."

"Uh, but Siri-Low was having a treat with the noblemen at the tea party! Are you and the nobles friends originally?

And when Rimi-Lou spoke well, Siri-Lou withdrew in a slight manner.

"You often remembered stories like that. … Yes, I am from the Lowe family, so I had some opportunity to interact with you."

"Oh well. At the first tea party, Siri-Low was on your side, too. I can't imagine."

As Roy said, Siri-Low twisted you with a slight blush on his cheek.

"You don't have to imagine such a thing. Even you were a cook enough to be invited to Count Turan's house, so you had a chance to face your loved ones, didn't you?

"Not as good as you guys, though. Whatever it is, we were not frightened that the nobles were alone, so we worried about the people in Inn Town."

"Right. I don't think the chiefs will allow nobility to participate if the people of the Inn Town seem frightened."

That's for sure, Rayna-Lew would be right. If the other invitees seem to shrivel for just one invitee, the feast of rapprochement will also be ruined. That's why Polearths was layering words like that.

But for that matter, I could be very happy.

Whatever it was, that Refraia wanted to attend a woodside feast from herself, and so on. It was a bit unimaginable to me how much of a decision it was for a nobleman living safely in a stone wall.

(I wonder how the Chiefs and everyone in town think. If you can do it, hopefully you'll be rewarded for how Refraia feels)

Either way, we're not talking about a settlement within today.

We were supposed to go back to where we belonged with each thought in mind.