884 Count Dalaim's Dinner Party ② - Reunion and Appetizers

of the six moments of the descent, which is the beginning of the supper, a little before.

Having successfully cooked the dishes in charge, we were finally able to say hello to the Varcus and the others for a reunion.

"It's a hiccup, Lord Asta. For more than a month, I could not speak of Lord Asta's cuisine, and I spent my days in sinking thoughts."

Numerous dishes have been moved to the wagon by the hands of the lowest surnames. In addition, Varcus, who removed the white mask, has cut the fire that way.

On its left and right, four disciples stand side by side. In it, Roy, who was wiggling his damp hair, snuck onto the flank of Varcus.

"... what is it, Roy?

"No, it's not what it is, it's me, see"

…………

"That's it. We talked about it in the morning, didn't we?

Varcus had let his gaze wander for a while with his fuzzy face, but eventually he turned to me, "Oh".

"Lord Asta is said to have served the purpose of stepping into the mountains of Morga. We are delighted to have you back safely."

"Yes, thank you"

"... I guess if it hadn't been for one of those things, the sun wouldn't have been so free. In retrospect, I feel sorry for you."

Roy, with a big sigh, threw up the words "Enough is enough".

"Let me say hello from us, too.... really, you were safe and above all. It's too lame to step into a mountain of serpents and wolves."

"Yes, I apologize for your concern"

Roy and his family were told the story at a feast at the Lew family. Regardless of Bozzle, the people of the south, the inhabitants of Genos, such as Roy and Siri-Low, were to be made to look up to heaven.

"Well, it's fine because you're safe. Siri-Low, what, you weren't here the whole time until they heard you guys were back safe?

"Oh, that's never happening! Stop saying things with speculation!

After telling him to bite, Siri-Low lay his eyes down with a strange face.

"It's just… I'm out of a house called the Old House… I'm going to be more obsessed with Morga's contraindication than any other people living in Genos. I can't believe we're stepping into the mountains of Morga… it's supposed to be a dangerous thing to do above all else"

"Yes, the people who lived in this land were committed to not breaking the taboo until Genos was founded."

And Siri-Low is the descendant of a liberal pioneering people who lived like that. Perhaps the horrors of the mountains of Morga were greater than those of the nobles of Genos.

"But I managed to get the story together safely. Don't worry, we never touched the anger of the sanctuary people."

"... really, we could all go back safely, couldn't we?

"Yes, it's a mountain walk I'm not used to, and I hurt my ankle a little bit."

"Really?" Siri-Low breathed as I answered brightly. She never shows a sweet face to the people by the woods, but she must have shown us our safety wholeheartedly. Sheila-Lou and the others who see that appearance also had very warm eyes.

"By the way, you don't have Lord Maim or Lord Malfira-Naham today."

And spoke as if nothing had happened to Varcus.

Heading that way, I'll try to nod yes.

"We were talking about being allowed to have a tasting in the same place as the aristocrats today, so I thought it would be annoying to push too many of them, and we were going to interrupt them with the minimum number of people needed to cook. But is it Malfira-Naham as well as Mime?

"Yes, it is rare for a person to have a sharp tongue like her, so I wanted to see what my cooking feels like today. I'm so sorry you didn't do this."

Occasionally, Siri-Low held the flame of his opposing heart in his eyes. If Malfira-Naham had followed him, he would have swept his eyes in majesty.

"She was sorry, too. Thank you for your next opportunity."

"Nice to meet you.... Are you also disciples of Lord Asta, who took you until you left Lord Malfira-Naham?

and emotionally unreadable Vulkas eyes are directed toward Yun-Sudra. In Yun-Sudra's honor, I said yes.

"I think Malfira-Naham is a bit of a special talented person, but this Yun-Sudra has never lost in cooking either. … and they will be in a position to help, not my apprentice."

"But is it true that Lord Asta and Mizuzu are the ones who did the tricks?

"Right. One way or another, it may be a psychology that it's a shame to name yourself a master. Whatever it is, I'm not in the formal position of mentor and disciple, so I asked for their help in anticipation of their arms."

Varcus replied, "I see," but he didn't seem to have much interest. I guess it's not just the position and designation that Vulcus weighs on, but his arms as a cook that humans have.

"Anyway, I'm very excited about what dishes Lord Asta and the others have prepared! This is all the more so because it is a dish of seafood, not giva meat!

Anytime a cheerful bozzle said that, Jan, who was sending instructions to the lowest surnames, approached us.

"Thank you for waiting. We are ready to take you to the dining room"

We're going out of the hot kitchen into the candlestick's lit corridor.

Try to follow the small names that push the wagon and move on. Instead of Jan at its head, there was only Nicola's presence.

"Jan, do you only take Nicolas?

When I called him that way, Jan nodded, "Yes."

"I have partitioned this cook as head chef, but only Nicolas can be called a disciple"

"Oh, right. Haven't you ever had a chance to take an apprentice?

"Yes. Until the previous lord of Count Turan's family lost his legs, the cook with no handover there was only allowed to handle very limited ingredients... so I couldn't find the significance of taking a disciple"

That said, Jan smiled quietly.

"And right now, I'm in a state where I'm retraining myself, so I don't even feel comfortable naming my teacher... but it still depends on my desire to play a role in paving the way for a young human being"

"Really? Maybe it feels just like me."

"And Lord Asta? But Lord Asta is no longer in a position to be called one of the finest cooks in Genos."

"It's an extra honor. But I'm in training, too. Still, I intend to sift through the power of the None so that my fellow forest brethren can continue to enjoy delicious food."

Jan chopped a wrinkle on her meaty thin face and smiled softly again.

"Then surely, you may feel the same way. I would also like to encourage the development of disciples to deliver dishes that will satisfy the people of your mansion, even after my old and short self has returned my soul."

"I can't believe I'm old school short. Please, show us an example as a first step."

While we were exchanging those words, we arrived in the dining room.

The small surnames who were carrying the wagon gave way ahead, and Jan stands in front of the door. Then a samurai, who had refrained by the door, raised her voice to ask for permission to enter the room.

"Excuse me. The cooks have arrived."

From beyond the door, only the word "um" was returned.

The door is opened by the hand of the samurai, and we enter the room in a row.

"Thank you for waiting. I'd like to start dinner tonight."

"Mm-hmm. That was daunting."

A thick voice twirls Jan. No, I guess that's a word directed at us, too. The sidelined Vulcas gave a solemn salute, so I was to bow my head in a panic, too.

Waiting on the spot were the faces of the Count Dalaim family and Fermes.

The Lord, Paud, his companion, Rittia, his first son Addis, his companion - but would it have been Carlia? She was the one who had never properly greeted her, as it was a story that she had just given birth to a child and had recently finally come to attend a feast.

And then there's the familiar Polearths and their companion, Merrim. On the left and right walls stood the samurai in a sloppy line, and Shayla was all over it. The rest, including the guest Fermes, have a total of seven humans in their seats.

By the way, today, the table was arranged in a somewhat odd shape. A horizontally shaped table is arranged in such a way that it becomes a long two-sided triangle at the bottom, and the aristocrats are sidelined at the bottom of it. The cooks were allowed to taste it in the same place today, so I guess we'll be sitting on the other two sides.

"Hey, good luck today! We were all looking forward to seeing what kind of food would be served!

and Polearth, seated in the second seat from the right, spoke with a laugh of fun. Tonight's host is Polearth, his second son.

Polearths had visited the cook as much as he had followed, and he had spoken to me unwillingly. Although the status quo had been communicated through Jan, this was the first time he had returned from the sanctuary to face each other. Polearth laughed at me with the look of a wink, and then offered his hand to the deserted table.

"In the meantime, let me ask you about your seat. Then I'll introduce you to each of them."

With the guidance of the samurai, we were supposed to be seated where we were set. Towards, the table on the right is Kamadu and Jan by the woods, and the table on the left is an arrangement called Varcus Clan and Nicolas, and the person in charge is seated in the lead. The right end of the aristocratic side was Merrim, so I decided to hold a sneak rendezvous.

"Master Ai-Fa, this way please"

and Ai-Fa, who also left Rudd-Lou outside the door to enter, was to be led to the other side of the clash by Shayla. I guess those people are kept waiting behind the clashes because I couldn't even see Fermes' squire Gemd or the guards. Since there was only about two meters between that collision and me, Ai-Fa also proceeded to walk over there without giving him an unintentional look.

"Well, let me introduce you first."

Polearth grinned and lined up the names of his family and Fermes.

Our Lord, Paud, and his first son, Addis, are parents and sons who seem a little distracted, with a disappointing body and style, like the people of the South. His face is very similar, and his father has a very fine moustache.

It is obvious that the companion of the Lord, Rittia, is an elderly woman with a generous physique and a gentle expression by the way, and that Polearths is similar to her mother. Unlike the barely interactive men, she and I were allowed to have quite a few interactions at prom and tea parties.

And Karlia, who is almost close to first meeting - a small, but quite a good woman. However, I have a contrasting impression with my mother-in-law, Rittia, as her eyebrows were definitely around and her eyes were so sharp. Is it a couple of similar things to Addis, a seemingly difficult companion?

Merrim, the companion of Polearth, is a very adorable lady. But he must be over twenty years old by now, but he loves me so much that he doesn't think he's older than me, and he always smiles softly. He had impressive fluffy chestnut hair and bright, shiny brown eyes, a princessy look that appeared in the picture book.

"Next, the cooks. To Lord Varcus, the master of Silver Star Hall, to Lord Asta, the cook by the woods, and Jan, the head chef of this mansion. I'd like you to introduce your disciples to your respective husbands."

"Yes, I did. From here, in turn, you will be the disciples Turtumai, Bozzle, Siri-Low and Roy."

A group of Vulkas took their seats and gave them another thank you in advance.

Our Lord's powder twists you with "Hmm" as he jerks off his fine moustache.

"At the previous ball, some of your disciples kept the cook. It was a long time ago, but it was a brilliant thing to do."

"Excessive words, I know it's an honor"

"... and so are the others. Previously, even at feasts and meetings at Castel Genos, the former lord of the Count Turan family accompanied him every once in a while… these days, he never had a chance to speak of his dishes. I'll be looking forward to seeing what dishes will be served."

"I hope you live up to your expectations."

After all, Varcus just bows his head with a graspless faceless expression. Paud waved at the top of the Buddha to sit the Vulkas.

"Next up, folks by the woods. Thank you, Lord Asta."

"I understand. It will be Raina-Lou, Sheila-Lou, Tour-Din and Yun-Sudra, in turn."

This order of seats was also predetermined. Perhaps it is laid down on the basis of a forestside format with the chieftaincy muscle at the top.

When their names were revealed that way, Merrim's eyes shone "Oh".

"You say Yun-Sudra. Maybe it's Ea Fou-Sudra's family?

"Yes, I am the family of the Sudra main house and EA FOW-SUDRA will be the companion of Chim-Sudra, the head of the branch"

After answering as such, Yun-Sudra smiled back with a grin.

"I too, Merrim's name, was hungry for EA FOW-SDRA. I hear you've joined us at the feast of Totos' early run competition."

"Yes, I've always felt remorseful wanting to exchange more words with EA Fou-Sudra"

Merrim laughs furiously, too. Then she looked even younger and more attractive.

"By the woods, I hear you have the lesson of setting up a new branch when you marry your partner. Maybe Yun-Sudra is Chim-Sudra's sister?

"No. Until Chim did give him the wedding, he was a family living in the same house... but I was originally a blood muscle of my family, so there is no edge of blood that far. But I still think it's an important family."

"Really? The Sudra people are your favorite personalities."

Then Polearth laughed like he was in a lot of trouble and said, "Okay? ♪ And the words. ♪

"I hope you and the cooks have deepened their bonds, but I haven't introduced the Jans yet. Please continue while I cook."

"Oh, I'm sorry. When I heard of Sudra, I felt like I was standing up."

Merrim drowned his head at the people in line, dyeing his cheeks pitifully.

Let me look around and see if the difficult faces will be okay - Paud and Addis hold the Buddha's top surface, and Carlia is pulling his mouth together with a tingle. It just didn't even look like it was giving away a smile that was going to spill.

"Then at the end of the day, you're the cook of my mansion. I know it's Lord Fermes who needs an introduction... but his daughter is Jan's apprentice, Nicolas."

"Oh," Fermes responded, closing his mouth as he remembered, returning the meeting to Nicolas. It feels like that hazel eye looked around the insignificant Vulcas.

(Maybe Fermes knew about Nicolas's qualities)

That's a likely story. If it was Fermes who, as a diplomat, was investigating the internal affairs of Genos, he was likely to also grasp the scandal of the nobility, which dates back a year and a half.

(But do you mean you didn't dare say it because it's possible the Vulcas, who are just cooks, don't know)

If so, it is a wise eye. In fact, Roy and his predecessors were unaware of Nicolas.

Besides, it didn't seem pleasant to me that Fermes would consider Nicolas' position that way.

(He said he doesn't like to sense the feelings of others, but he's originally the only one with this kind of head turning. Only against me, sometimes my focus gets out of line...... I'm sure it's because of my obsession with The People Without Stars)

Where I concluded that way, Polearth ordered the catering of the dishes to his lowest surname.

"Now let's start the dinner party. Let's start with Jan's appetizer."

The small surnames, who stood side by side like statues, arranged the plates on the table in a thorough foothold. When the silver crochet that was covered in those plates was opened, the aristocrats raised their voices "whoop".

"Is this the work of them? I think it's the first time I've seen an appetizer like this."

Addis, his first son, asked Ulange. Not only the appearance, but even the voice is very similar to that of the father.

Towards you, Jan responded quietly, "Yes."

"This will be a contribution that we have recently developed. I thought I'd shred the fun in a dish I'm used to eating, and let me reveal it to you on this day."

"Well, you're aware of that!

Polearth laughs casually and Merrim has his eyes shining in anticipation. Varcus' disciples, after all, stared at the plate with a rather serious eye.

What was put right there was a small pie-like dish.

The size would be about smaller than my fist. The thickness is about 3 cm, and the appetizer deserves the crust.

"It's like confectionery or fuwano food. I'm very excited to see what it tastes like."

Listening to Merrim like that, we were supposed to take up the dishes, too. A silver fork called a poking key and a small knife would be appropriate.

When I lifted the knife as I held it down with a poking spoon, the pie fabric broke with a softer response than I imagined. If you look at the cross section, the slightly pink jam-like and fabric is layered in multiple layers.

(Really, that sounds like sweets)

I lifted the stab with the spoon to my mouth.

Really, the scent of buttery milk fat tickles my nose. And there, there was also a mix of aromas of Mallory that resembled Ama shrimp.

When I put that in my mouth, the aroma of milk fat and mallow becomes rich on the palate and spreads to my tongue.

In addition, the texture of the fabric was light, even though it was irresistibly pleasant. Probably finished with kiln-roasted, but far more subtle than regular pie dough, as if melting with Mallory's jam.

"… this seems to be a fabric dominated by the white body of tototoss eggs"

From across the street from me, Vulcan spoke that way.

Towards you, Jan nods small "yes".

"We shake the powder of fuwano while stirring the white and caron milk of tototoss eggs and season it with salt and sugar. There's nothing difficult about the procedure, but we've had a hard time seeking the ideal bite."

"I am delighted that the hard work has paid off. Just..."

and so Varcus looked more blurry and polar earth.

"… I was told to have an exchange of views today without any abomination, but was that not a mistake?

"Yeah, of course. It's interesting to see how Lord Varkas, known as the cook's bi-perfection, feels about Jan's cooking."

"Now, frankly… I feel like we need some more rework on the Mallory ingredients used here. I'm impeccable about salting and flavoring… the moisture level feels slightly disturbing the harmony of the texture"

"Humidity?", Polearth rounded his eyes.

Varcus nods facelessly, "Yes".

"We know that the texture of this dish is life. Therefore, the dampness of the ingredients has had a slightly negative impact on its texture. If only a little more humidity could be reduced, there would be irresistible harmony."

"It's not humid. It's something I don't understand.... Is there any discontent in the flavor?

"Yes, there seems to be no deficiency in the minced fruit juice used to scent it, as well as in the amount of tau oil and miso"

"Is miso or tau oil used here? I didn't even notice."

As Merrim raised his voice to his surprise, Varcus tilted his neck blurred.

"It seems like those ingredients are used to enhance the flavour of Mallory. If I were you, I would almost want to add more flavor with some kind of vanilla… even considering this light texture and harmony with the flavor of milk fat, let it be a year's work. There is no difference in defining this place as a trigger."

After saying it that way, Vulcus turned his gaze back on Jan.

"It's just that the harmony of flavors is brilliant, and I feel so spared the texture glitch. We hope you think about the dampness of the ingredients."

"Thank you for your helpful feedback. I would like to drill further in the future."

Jan salutes and Nicolas frowns in troubles. Perhaps he manages to work his head hard to understand the meaning of Varcus' words. Even for me, it was hard to imagine how much that would improve the quality of this dish.

So Fermes gives a voice that includes laughter.

"This does seem to be quite a pleasant afternoon. It's like listening to a bachelor's argument. … Are your disciples still of the same opinion as the teacher Varcus?

"No, no. I'm ashamed that I didn't understand either. I've managed to twist my head to imagine what changes can be made by regulating the dampness of the material."

First cheerfully, Bozzle replied that way. Tartumai nods as he agrees.

"I was more impressed with the brilliance of the assembly of flavors than with it. Your Jan has definite power over confectionery making, so I'm sure it's also used in this dish."

With courtesy, Siri-Low has quite a strong glance at Jan. I guess that's all she felt brilliant to be inspired by her sense of confrontation.

"I agree with my brothers, too. So much so that I wanted to taste Jan's six dishes."

Roy also returns his words to the noble Fermes. All in all, Varcus' disciples looked impressed with Jan's appetizer.

Having seen it through, Fermes looks back at me, smiling loosely.

"So what about the folks by the woods? We'd love to hear from you."

"Yes. I think it's a great job. Yang Kang thought you would have a delicate hand, but it's comforting to be reminded of the power."

If it was to admire Jan, I wanted to mobilize the vocabulary without him.

"Besides, I think this is a dish that was conceived as an appetizer. This gentle and soft taste will only be deserving of the first dish that is not yet tongue-tired. In addition, this light texture also seems to stimulate the desire for the next dish."

"I see. A cook is working on cooking while putting your thoughts through so many different things.... what about the others?

"Yes, if I had been served this as a fuwano dish in the middle too, I don't think I had a firm sense of the silly flavors, flavors, etc. If Jan wanted to use this method for fuwano cuisine, I wondered what it would taste like… I heard Asta say and I thought so"

With a seriously-inspired look, Raina-Lou replied that way.

Neighbor Sheila-Lou nods with a calm look.

"This dough looks great, so I'm sure you can enjoy it in different flavors. It's also very interesting because I haven't had a chance to buy Totos eggs by the woods."

"Wow, I thought so too. After all, is it hard to create this kind of bite with Kimmus eggs?

Thur-din uttered words towards Jan.

Jan replies with a smile all around "yes".

"I also used Kimmus eggs at first to handle this dish. But because I couldn't really get the ideal bite, it would be the outfit I switched to tototos eggs"

"Again, you are. … I'm very curious to know what the finish would be if I made confectionery using this fabric"

"That will be even more than we are currently devising. When it's done, I'd like to ask Lord Tour-Din to taste it."

"Yes! Looking forward to it!

An insipid Tour-Din was raising his voice in an attempt to convey his feelings at best.

Finally, Yun-Sudra at the end speaks up with a thought-provoking face.

"I could only already feel that it was a brilliant dish. About the humidity of what Vulcus says, about the order of what Asta says about cooking… very heartbeat with the feeling of being lit up by places I didn't see"

"I see. These experiences feed the cook."

Fermes held the cup poured with tea and smiled with a grin.

"It was a very pleasant debate. I'm very excited about what words will be exchanged in the dishes that will be served."

Fermes, Polearths and Merrim looked satisfied. Other noble people are somewhat obscure, but that will surely satisfy you in the dishes to come. Anyway, that's how destructive Varcus' cooking must have been.

And myself, I am more than enough. Jan's extremely complete appetizer greatly inspired my feelings. It was thought that the faces of the cook, with the exception of the unreadable Varcus inside, were all in the same comfort.