Chapter 59 (1/2)

Ufufu……

With this, I will be finally able to eat……

I regret there’s no soup stock pack….. I have used up all stock packs before getting here.

Haa. I have to find some subst.i.tute. By tomorrow morning!

Something that could subst.i.tute for soup stock……?

The fish soup stock…… I have not seen any fish so far, so that can’t be used. Not possible.

When talking about vegetable soup stocks, dried mushroom could be good…… s.h.i.+take soup stock is good, but…… I have not seen mushrooms yet. This is also not possible.

Next is…… vegetable sc.r.a.ps. I wonder if that could work? The light brown skin of the onion or hard green part of the green onion that’s not being eaten, dried tomatoes…… ha, I have none at the moment. How about the skin of carrots or the hard parts of pumpkin or its seeds.

Next is…… meat. It would be nice if pork exists here……

What do they have, I wonder? What could be used, I wonder? Let’s ask.

「May I ask you something?」

「What is it?」

「Could I cook tomorrow morning?」

「Eh? You want to cook?」

「Yes. There’s something I would like to try」

「Then, after breakfast……」

「No, my portion is fine. I would like to eat what I cook myself. I know I’m asking too much. But…… of course, I will pay? The fee for borrowing the kitchen and the costs of the vegetables」

「Well, I don’t mind because this kitchen is big, but what are you planning to make?」

「Soup」

「Eh? Were you not satisfied today?」

「I’m sorry」

「What was wrong with it?」

「Umm……」

「I’m sorry, but could you please tell them? Koyu-sama」

Elm who suddenly came to the kitchen said.

「I’m indebted to the previous owner of this place. It’s a story of the past, though……」

「I don’t mind? But, it might be just my preferences, though? Is it still all right?」

「It’s fine. I also think it’s different from my mother’s taste, but I don’t know what’s different. I don’t know what to do」

U~n…… it’s nothing so grandiose? Is it still alright?

「You see, I’m elderly」

「Yes」

「I can’t eat things that are too hard or have too strong of a taste」

「Strong taste? There was no seasoning in the salad, though」

「U~n…… that’s right, next is the balance」

「What is balance?」

「Let’s see, what kind of tastes are there?」

The inn’s couple, Ivar, Iris, s.h.i.+en, and even Elm tilt their heads. How should I say this?

「For example, salty things are salty, right? Umm, when Elm ate Kaien before, it was spicy, right? Sourleaf is sour, and honey is sweet, right?」

「T, that’s…… right?」

The inn’s landlady answers while nodding.