510 Curry making at my home (2/2)

It's a spicy scent that I've smelled in Indian restaurants.

This is a big difference from the sweet curry made with the commercially available Lou.

I thought it would be troublesome to make curry with spices, but if I smelled this rich fragrance, I could tell the difference.

”It really looks like that.”

I tried to mix the spices while I was waving around, but I didn't think it would really smell like that.I'm a little surprised myself.

I was touched by the smell of curry that I hadn't smelled in years.

Put the water where it has become completely curry.

Add more chopped chicken and slowly simmer over medium heat.

When it is simmered without burning, a stronger smell comes out than before.

Not only the kitchen, but my entire home smells like curry.

”Ah, this smell... I'm getting hungry.”

As far as I can tell, it's already past noon.I had nothing for lunch just having a chai at Rajelika.

Nevertheless, I don't feel like eating anything but curry here.

I feel like I lost something.The intense scent of curry floating indoors also makes me feel like eating curry entirely.

Simmer well and cook the chicken thoroughly. Stop the fire and finish.

Originally, I should have cooked dinner in parallel, but I wanted to eat the curry in front of me as soon as possible, so I summoned it from the subspace for a short time.

When you find the perfect dish for your curry, you serve rice and pour the curry on top of it.It wasn't enough, so I sprinkled a fine chopped parsley on rice.

”All right, let's eat!”

Get the plates and spoons and I'll move to the table right away.

When I sat on the chair, I grabbed a spoon and sipped the curry and rice together into my mouth.

Then the richness and aroma of the curry, a mixture of the three spices, spread out.

But that's all.

”... what?”

Is your tongue dull enough to be touched?

I tilted my neck and this time I just sipped the curry.

However, the result is the same as the previous one, and it is only a thick stew with a curry flavour.

There were no shards of the taste of memories I had in my previous life or the taste beyond that.

”Is that it? It's not good!?”

I was surprised to hear my own crazy voice.

”Why not? Was the spice in the wrong proportion?Or is there some kind of missing procedure? ”

I don't know if I'll try it again.

But what's in front of you is definitely not curry.

The flavor and texture are the same, but this is just a stew with the taste of spice.

I can't eat it, and I can enjoy the flavor of the curry, but it's not delicious.

This would be delicious if you put spices on the chicken.

Why did this happen?

”Whoa! You smell so good!”

When I was thinking about putting the spoon down, the door of my home suddenly opened.

Rumba, the only resident living in My Home, came in cheerfully.

”Oh, I knew it! Al! I thought it smelled good!”

”Welcome home, Rumba. I'm using the kitchen to try something new.”

Rumba drops the snow on her body at the front door and comes in.

”This one's extraordinary!My stomach smelled like shit and my stomach started ringing right away! ”

Lumba sits in front of his chair.

I'm just hungry, and I don't know why I'm so proud of you.

”And you're going to feed me, right?”

I'll tell him as usual, but it was this uncle who still didn't hate the wonder.