Sweet Reincarnation

060 Stories Invitation to tasting and dinner party

"Isn't this a pretty good salted plum treat?

"Mm-hmm. I prefer the one I can't put this one in rather than the one I put sugar in. You could do this instead of bread for a meal, or maybe even serve it to a booze place."

"I'd rather have sugar in it. Is there a difference in preference based on age?

A tasting session is currently taking place in the office of the Lords' Palace of Thursden.

There are people in charge of internal affairs, either casseroles or shiites or nicolos or glassages, who are tasting with round treats in their hands and olive cooks.

It is the single squire chief who reacts hypersensitively to the words of only one teenager, Nicolo, in a face that can be described as Arafat rather than Arather, except for Pais.

"Hey Nicolo. Is that what you're trying to say, me or the Admiral is eating old?

"Is that it? Was Mr. Shiites meant to be young?

"Whoa, if it's a fight, I'll buy it, Colla"

"Stop it, both of you. The children alone are enough to make a duel noise."

It probably contains elements of hobby for Pace to make sweets until he excites his pennies.

But there's no way a boy who combines sagginess can just make sweets.

Many of the olive cooks made were better said to be about liquor than sweets. It has a strong saltiness, so it's just right for cracker knobs.

It was discovered that the duel had made the children's quarrel a big deal, so they dared to make it taste good for adults in order to mislead it somewhat.

It's also called off-topic.

"So, Father. How well do you rate this confection?

If pigs can be kept in the future, the use of pork fat becomes important.

For this reason, I tried to prepare something called fried confectionery, but how would you rate it?

As for the evaluation of the flavor, it seemed quite popular as Pais looked.

But the decisions his father made as a lord were harsh.

"Disqualified."

"Why. Wouldn't it be perfect for winter if you could use lard for a delicious treat?"

"There are three reasons. One is to use salt. Winter meals require large quantities of salt to make preserved food. If you come there and use salt for your preferences, the problem gets bigger."

"Gu, that's Father"

Casserole is still a hard worker who has struggled with a difficult land for more than twenty years.

So no matter how hard my cute son works, the result is a man who assesses rigorously.

"Next, how to use pork fat. In the end, after contaminating the oil, you will throw it away. If it is before frying, it can also be used for candle making and lighting, but if it contaminates the oil, it makes no sense. Mixed oils, whatever they are used for, are not stable and can be dangerous. The cooking method of accumulating and heating large quantities of oil also turns with the risk of becoming a fire during the dry winter months"

"Mmm."

"Finally, flavor"

"You've all complimented me on the flavor."

The dishes Pais makes are delicious.

This is something that many humans not only know about the Mortairns.

The fact that olive cooks are not divulged as examples, and that they are on a pretty good line about flavor, is the artisan self-assessment, as well as the evaluation of what he eats.

Pais wonders what the problem is.

"I'm not dissatisfied with the fact that it's delicious. but so are many drawbacks. Salt, sugar, milk, more luxury than usual during the winter months. We will not yet be able to taste and make it this way in the village house. And if you pulled out salt, sugar and milk from this fried confection, do you think you're delicious? Isn't it just fried flour?"

……

It was an honest argument. So Pace shut his mouth.

If we are going to explore the effective use of pork fat as a winter meal, we can't help but be told that desirable products like Ollie Cook are disqualified.

"Simple treats are harder than that."

"So why are you so obsessed with sweets? There will be many other ways to use oil."

"I want to make sweets. Ugh..."

During winter, crops do not grow.

Fresh ingredients are not the kind of treats that can be made at very limited times.

A world where there are no convenience stores or supermarkets in the neighborhood. One ingredient very laborious to procure.

It is also every year that Pace endures like a nagging and withdrawal symptom.

Casserole meditated lightly and rubbed her eyebrows.

Parents are parents even when their son is an adult. Because he deplored the grudge of parenting to his son, who had many beauties and many vices.

"In the meantime, this sweet thing. And put aside the pigs you haven't even had yet. Hurry up, there's also a problem that needs to be cleaned up"

"I did my best to make it around the corner"

"Switch your head, Pais. You are the one who will stand with this Mortairn family on your back in the future. Don't let your hobbies distract you."

"... ok. So, what's the problem?

Although it is a peasant social season in other territories, Mortairn territory also has a lot of lord's work during the winter months.

Because every year, at this time of year, there will be several new attempts to discuss policies and measures for next year.

Pais asks if that's the problem this time.

but casserole shook her head sideways.

"No. I got an invitation from Viscount Bombino. He wants to hold a dinner party in the form of a standing meal for a get-together, so he's nominated for Pais."

"Viscount Bombino? The name alone makes me doubt the lack of money, but I don't really remember it. I also think I heard, what kind of house was it?

"It's a house where successors are only boys your age and relatives are doing their affairs as a hindsight. Relatively more territory in the south than in the east."

"Why did the house come to me again?

"I don't know. The invitation said that I wanted to hear your rumors and hear stories that would be helpful to my son. but I don't see how true it is. or the invitation here can be ignored for a reason"

"Why... and I remember. Sure, the harbour town is your territory's house. Was it where pirates were roughing me up for a time?"

I can't help but have a hard time remembering Pais.

The Viscount Bombino family was once quite a millionaire with four villages besides the harbour town, but due to the circumstances of the coup d 'état and the pirate raids on the inner circle and the economic sanctions on other territories, it has fallen and now only manages to maintain the harbour town, it is a famous Viscount. A sidekick in the sidekick, even in the social world everywhere.

And the reason why you can't ignore it is in the port town where you stick to this end.

The coastline of the Holy King is concentrated in the south, with the exception of parts of the east, so that the number of good ports that can naturally be bordered is limited.

Port Street Nylier on Viscount Bombino territory. Formerly known as a natural good harbor, it is a fisherman's town with a population of about six hundred, and in the fried rice noodles, catches are also poor in the country.

Once the port was physically sealed off due to the conflict, now is the time to only hear the entry and exit of fishing vessels, but once merchant vessels from neighbouring territories were also in and out.

This place has the potential to be an important distribution hub in the future if the Mortairn family enters into a mass production system for specialties.

"That's right. The disturbance in your house and the pirates that multiplied it made the city look pretty awful. When I was in the Battle of Pirates at Uncle Ratesh's house before."

"From what I still don't hear very good, I guess it hasn't changed much. As much as I finally remembered. So, is that an invitation from Viscount Bimbo?"

"It's Viscount Bombino. If you depressed the fabric stone thinking about earlier, it's not a bad idea to get a connection with a house with a harbor here. Not only will Uncle Ratesh look sweet in the future."

"Indeed."

The Counts of Ratesh and Mortairn have a relatively friendly relationship, sometimes called neighbourhood. But there is no guarantee that this will continue to be the case from now on.

If the distribution is completely gripped and broken up, the impact is immense. While repair efforts are necessary to avoid doing so, it is also a good hand to consider a separate distribution route if you are thinking about reducing risk.

"Then participation is a good decision, right?

"Yes, it will be inevitable. I would have said no if it was a ball, but if it was a dinner party for dinner, it would be easy to attend."

"What about our partners?

"Can't you do it in Liquorice?

It's not unnatural for an invitee to be accompanied by a partner if it's a dinner party. It is more desirable to accompany them than to.

In particular, it is natural for a married couple to be accompanied as partners by their next of kin of the opposite sex.

From Pais's point of view, then I have an opinion as to whether or not to take Miss Liquorice.

"I don't think so. When it comes to fiancées, it's not unnatural to take them apart. But if you're concerned, it's in the form of an appeal to the back shield of the East. I can't see it falling to either the front or the back. Besides, it can be dangerous to send the lady in your possession to another land. If you don't have enough information about them, it's not yet. It's not like I'm going to go to someone I know like Uncle Ratesh. This time the political reasons are thin, and if you avoid a bad adventure, you'd better take Anise or Jose"

"How about I be alone because Liquorice is ill?"

"That's not going to happen. If you made the unmarried woman you keep sick, it could be the source of unwanted rumors and rumors. I'm only feeling better. With my recent rise in rank here, there must be a lot of people who want to pull their legs and plot a plump for good. I want to avoid offering material for saying things."

"Then is it safe to ask your mother or sister to work hard for you? No, you better be my sister."

"... I see you choose that way. You can't fight for blood."

If an unmarried man is invited to dinner or dinner, it is common for him to be accompanied by close relatives.

Especially if you are a man recruiting a lover, you take a woman who at a glance finds out she is not a lover, such as a young sister or a mother.

Because it is also less likely that a woman who is recruiting a lover will misunderstand that she already has a lover.

Conversely, asking my older sister to accompany me would make it easier to understand that she already has a lover.

Where is Pace's intention to ask his sister, not his mother? Who is hidden consideration for?

I don't know. Bonkla's not in the office.

"Of course, I think it's a story based on your sister's convenience and willingness. If you don't like it, I'm not saying you can't."

"Okay, let's say I call him in person. Will you call me with a glass and a nickel?"

"Okay."

I have permission from my lord to go to a section with a woman's room.

In addition, it is the rules of Mortairn territory that make it possible to enter on the basis of the best possible considerations even when granting permits.

A pair is one consideration that includes the implications of mutual surveillance. Regardless, there are different rules for “family” like Pais and Caserol.

By the way, in other houses, it is normal to instruct women like female squire, samurai, or daughter-in-law to come and go.

The Mortairn family has been in deficit until recently, with very few female employees, such as samurai, or lower class women, compared to their size.

I am still admirably recruiting, but it is the measures of the casseroles that have prevented women who have difficulty with their lives and become inferior daughters from leaving in the first place. If politics is superior, it makes sense to disappear, such as a woman who wants to be a lower daughter who is a lower citizen.

In addition, positions demanding expertise and upbringing, like samurai, suddenly do not increase, and education takes time.

Therefore, as a nobleman, it is extremely exceptional that a man's family should enter the women's room compartment.

It can be said that it is unique to emerging houses.

For a while, Pais and Casserole, along with Shiites and others, were in the process of discussing another policy, but that discussion would be interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door.

"Father, it's Josephine. I came because I asked for you. May I come into your room?"

"Of course. Come in."

Pais and others are impressed by the appearance of their sister entering the room.

Soon, she said she had become a fine lady.

but it ended in an instant.

"Toto."

"Cora, do you have a guy who closes the door with his legs!!

"My hands are blocked. Besides, time for manners is over."

"Put your stuff down once and shut it normally with your hands. There are others beside you, or you can just call them. Damn... I'm losing my daughter-in-law."

In Pace's sister's hand there is a thick book that looks heavy. It's a big enough book to have to be carried with both hands.

On the thick leather cover, it said History of the Kingdom of God. It's an important study as part of my upbringing.

When the casserole was described to the aristocrats, it was a book that I bought excitedly for my studies, a precious item that I had more than twenty gold coins despite the fact that it was at a special cheap price.

"So, Father, I'm going to return the book you owed me. Because I'm scared to leave this luxury item in my room."

"Did you read it right?

"I read about half of it."

"Read it all...... who does the study hater resemble"

"It must be the Admiral. I used to say the same thing to your daughter."

The chief squire picked up a silly word of casserole.

Now is the time for some majesty as a decent lord, but it used to be the casserole who was a decent, bloody young man. I prefer to devote more time to martial arts than to studying. I was particularly bad at history because it was not interesting.

About that time, Shiites knows.

I guess I saw it as unfavourable. Casserole, who hated history, went off topic with that, anyway.

"Jose, there's nothing else that called you today. Dinner party in the form of a standing meal from Viscount Bombino. Dinner party. The invitation came. In the name of Pais."

"And you mean I'm gonna follow you, right? Not Rico. Anyway, didn't Pais tell you not to like Rico and not your mother?

"Good guess."

Jose is a girl as smart as Pace's sister.

I understood the situation strangely with only words that seemed close to the foreground. Detailed explanations were not required in large quantities either, but were well received.

"Sister, I apologize for the inconvenience, can you please?

"Fine. It's for Pais, and as my sister, I'm gonna take one skin off for you."

"Thank you"

Jose's face depicted the joy of being able to escape the practice and study of sewing and courtesy. But it is the care of my brother, who could not dare touch it.

After a detailed meeting.

My sister hugged me with a very good smile against Pais, who took a sigh of relief.

"Pais ~"

"What is it, sister?"

"We'll have time after this, won't we? You have a lot to do. Pfft."

"I have a bad feeling..."

Instead of holding him, Jose took hold of both sides. Disappointingly solidified, he heads to the door with his brother strangled with wings.

"Nicolo, please open it. Oh, it's nice to close it."

"Yes. But what are we going to do with the young man?

"Of course, look out for your costume. You stand next to me, so I have to coordinate with you!!

"Sister, you can change by yourself. Let go!!

"No, you can't. Because I'll let you wear it with my mother. Rejoice. Oh, ho, ho."