103 101 Culinary Guild (2/2)
”Because it's a culinary guild. Alliance officials eat the dishes they make and register if they pass. You can make it here in the cooking room or you can make it and bring it”
Then why don't you ask Fran to submit my dishes and register me as a surrogate or something?
”It's possible. Just register your name and create a cooking guild card.”
It was so easy. It's a tough image because it's called a guild, but maybe the contents are treated like membership cards and point cards.
”Can I serve the dishes I already have?
”I don't mind that...”
”Well, with this and this”
”Huh? Oh, item bags”
What Fran took out was a skewered curry and boar. The spicy smell of spices spreads on the floor, attracting the attention of other cooks.
The boar skewer was made by Fran before, so it's not illegal, is it?
”When it comes to scrutiny, is it okay to serve an important curry?
What kind of blow is it when you don't like to feed someone else from time to time?
(The cooking of the master is reviewed. It is unacceptable to give out bad stuff. Drain the judge's liver and pass)
'Oh, oh. Thank you.'
”So, I'm going to call a judge,”
”? Not your sister?
”Once a member of the executive class is scheduled to be vetted”
That said, wait 5 minutes in the dining room where you were put through. Your sister brought one man. A gastronomer who seems uncomfortable if you put it in a nutshell. No, Kaibarayu-zan or Aji-yu. Seriously, he's such an atmosphere man. I'm getting nervous.
”Well, your lord is the new cook.”
”Mm-hmm. This is my dish”
”Skewered... Hmm, I'll have it”
A man slowly carried a boar skewer into his mouth. Chew slowly and swallow to taste. I'm afraid of faceless expressions.
”Hmm, that's normal.”
”That's no choice.”
I guess Fran himself knows that. Even if they say so, I don't have anything to be angry about. Well, I made it on a whim, I guess it feels like a guy.
”But it's not bad. This dish conveys the passion of the maker. I can feel the thought of finishing as delicious as possible with as few ingredients.”
Ho. This old man is amazing. Sure, Fran worked pretty hard on it. It's a whim to start making it. But if you're going to do it, it's Fran who's serious.
He adjusted his fire magic while using his nerves and spent about 30 minutes cooking it up carefully. Ingredients and seasonings are common everywhere, but I think they are delicious. That's all it took. However, because of that, I got the image of cooking = troublesome stuff, and I stopped cooking myself though.
Seeing it in one mouth is terrible insight and observation.
”Pass.”
”Mmm.”
Good. I don't know what to say, but if I can pass this skewer, I won't have a problem either. Then you don't want my registration?
(No)
”Why?
(Feed the master's cooking. And surprise me)
It doesn't seem to matter anymore about registration or anything. I think I just want to surprise this great Osama by feeding him curry.
”This is next”
”That's funny. It is similar to Azeri cuisine but has a more aromatic aroma. The ingredients we use are quite good.”
”It's called curry. My master made it.”
”You mean your master's original dish?
”Yes, the supreme dish, created after the blood seeping effort”
No, you're not! Because I just somehow recreated the famous dishes that were on Earth! Because it's an easy dish to make as long as you have spices!
”Ho. That's exciting.”
”Curry is the best in the world”
”I really hope so.”
And the gastronomer's old man carried the curry, whose hurdles had been lifted by Fran, into his mouth.
”Hmm?
”Yummy.”
”Hmm.”
”Ultimate cuisine”
Can't stand it anymore, Fran also took out the curry and started eating it with him, every bite he takes, nods Unh Unh. And I saw the old man with a confident face. This is a face you're sure of winning.
”Not bad”
”Mm. Naturally.”
”But is this what it is? You're far from the best in the world.”
The moment a man says so.
”Ahhh?
The expression fell out of Fran's face, releasing a tremendous sense of killing.