430 8. Intermission: Eaters

"Hmm. So the matter of entering the Wang Capital has been resolved in full circle."

"I guess that's what's gonna happen"

Yut affirmed as he watched the beauty of his beloved wife across the hot air - as usual extinct.

Is the slight toothpick due to the fact that even though I left it to Regina, it fit in circles where I didn't know what I was doing?

"Isn't that good...... this is delicious"

But when I look at Valtrude eating happily, such alienation also melts in the pan in front of me and disappears.

"How's it going, Jonah?

"I can eat as much as I want. Instead, eat as much as you want"

"Huh. All night pot, that's a big success."

I got a heartbeat from a biased albino girl, and Acorn looks happy.

The yuts surrounded the pan in a private room in the Oriental House.

On top of multiple prepared magic cookware (magic items) stoves is an earthenware pan in which meat and vegetables are ready to eat.

Today, a dinner party with a little revelation. Wang Du's backdrop with the Nine Chambers of Commerce was to delight the participants alongside the rare pot dishes to be served.

"It's called Regina, it's called the Gastronomic Baron. You grew up with Yut's men."

"Subordinates... I don't know"

To Larsia, who says with cleverly chopsticks, Yuut, who places the chopsticks, replies vaguely. Old Claude or Dal-Lukash would have agreed, but it's hard to be the two people the meadow race (Magner) says.

The baron of gastronomy must be a subordinate when it comes to organization charts. But I couldn't treat the older beings who were the barons, even though they were the original ones, fully subordinate.

A collaborator would be appropriate.

That's the same with regard to Regina, dating her right after she started managing her territory... close to her comrades as a recognition. Besides, I don't think it's the same when people say they're bosses and subordinates, even if they're up and down.

Neither, if you ask me to have a heart, is an obsession I can't argue with.

"Push the job... if you can leave it to me, wouldn't it be good for your men?

"Well, I guess so"

"Blatantly, you look unfamiliar with that."

"In time, you'll get used to it. More than that, I'd like to thank Regina for putting together a difficult negotiation."

"Even though you're a subordinate?

"Even if you're a subordinate, that's not all."

Even though it was not necessary to draw a strict line to define it, Yut remained in the dish - slightly cooled - throwing pork into his mouth with vegetables and medicinal flavors.

Following that, I didn't notice the acorn reacting perfectly when I heard it was a reward, and I put in the white rice.

The sweetness of the ingredients, the acidity of the pong vinegar, and the slight spiciness of the radish grate all came together to wrap around the white rice, playing harmony. It's a moment when I'm ready to bury bones in different worlds, but I feel my identity as a Japanese.

"I like this sauce and the white ones. It refreshes the fat of the meat. Not Jonah, but I think I can eat as much as I want"

"Oh. Don't move on."

Valtrude and Exile, the party's bi-perfect, also eat in the same style as Yut, but at different speeds. The contents of the pan are drastically reduced.

Prepare three pans and you were right, the acorn wipes the sweat off your forehead. Because of the late season in the pan, the room temperature is adjusted by spell. The sweat flowing there must have been cold sweat.

If you didn't just eat it but put alcohol in it, things would have been different again, but Valtrude naturally is pregnant. Neither did Exile or Larsia try to add alcohol.

"That's okay, huh? You don't care about me. You can drink."

"Alcohol can always be drunk"

Not that Exile doesn't seem to have any consideration, but now he seems to prioritize eating. With the momentum of emptying one, we will consume large quantities of rice, meat and vegetables.

"Ah. I don't drink because I usually take care of Val, right?

"I had to say that, it was great"

"But I have to tell you, I can't stay."

"That's a deep business..."

Still, thanking him as a father, he transfers the meat he had in the pot to Larsia.

That 's--

"No, that's not what I meant."

- And Larsia to receive.

"Mm. Meat..."

And Valtrude looks jealous.

"Val, you don't have to eat for two because you've got kids?

"That being said, Arcia..."

"Because of this, you can eat meat and vegetables together, so at least eat in balance"

Jonah's care was left to Acorn, and Arcia was turning to the assistance of Valtrude. I don't mean to, I don't need to distract you, but a simple story, overeating is not good.

The archbishop of the Goddess of Death and Magic (Patriarch) had a wedding ring on his finger.

Yut's eyes follow the white glowing cave pearl.

When I saw that, I was really emotional that you were married or you were always wearing it.

"So, brave man. What do you think?"

"... what is it?"

At that time, the question omitted the words that flew from the acorn.

I want to praise myself for not blurring out openly.

"It's decided, it's about the all-night pot made from pure Brewers ingredients."

Place the sake brewed in the water and dragon man (Draconut) in a one-to-one ratio in a pan and take stock with kelp obtained in Hardenturm.

There, an all-night pan with cabbage, boiled spinach and pork rose meat ceded from the experimental farm of the baron of gastronomy and eaten with pong vinegar and radish grate.

The difference between the texture of a firm cabbage and a damned spinach is interesting and sweet. I wonder if this is the case when I feel the taste of it. Jonah, who hates vegetables, also takes the initiative to carry them to her mouth.

Fat pork, too, is good.

As the Albino girl said one day, the flavour of meat is the flavour of fat. But with all that, I'm persistent and I can't eat.

The freshness of the radish grate brilliantly dissolves that dilemma. There was no doubt that it was extremely effective.

"In the meantime, the experimental farm of the baron of gastronomy is a great success..."

"Right. Honestly, it's not as bad as buying it in Japan."

Akane, who produced this pot to Yut, who founded the farm.

For the sake of saying visitors - they are perfectly settled - they have a mixed look on their faces. Great, but I can't even honestly be happy about that, either.

"This is some kind of over-tech, too."

"Then will we be in an alien position..."

"Huh? Me too?

"That's right. We're a lotus student, aren't we?

"I would have liked to hear it on some good occasions."

That, too, Yut honestly reflects.

"Well, even if it's so seriously interpreted, I'm in trouble!?"

"I said it myself, and I'm shy."

"Oh. I didn't know Jonah was gonna mess with you on a bar reading."

I don't know if I'm shy or happy. While I distract my fiancée from it - I definitely want it to be the former - Yuut rethinks the meaning of this pot.

If only ingredients could have been used before.

Taste and availability, however, outweighed traditional ones.

It's affecting the world so much that we can't go back. It was also a symbol of it.

(Well, I'm not going back... and I'll take responsibility)

Not everything will be forgiven for that, but at least, I'm ready.

Knowing or not such determination, the ingredients prepared around Valtrude, Exile and Yona were wiped out and the tightened udon was put into service.

Speaking of which, why didn't Yut go to King's Landing?

I asked because I was free until the udon boiled.

Yut shrugged his shoulders and answered Larsia's question, which did not even conceal such an attitude.

"As a matter of fact, I was also going to the King's Capital. I'm just too busy to have time."

"Hmm? What are you doing?

"Right. It bothered me too"

Valtrude, who was not only frequently simmered to get attention from Arcia, but was also seen with white eyes from Yona, says.

Not to engage in pursuit. It is also the wife's duty to know what her husband is doing.

However, Valtrude had forgotten that it was not always possible to understand it.

"Prepare for the summit."

"... What is Sami?

Only acorns seem to have figured out what they're trying to do.

"Again, you're doing troublesome things," he shook his head small, as opposed to Valtrude, who floated the question mark over his head.