178 Curry at 176 Ulmut (1/2)
My story with Orrell just came to a paragraph, and my maid Shara brought the dish. I guess the decent width man next door is the exclusive cook.
”Thank you for waiting, sir.”
”Ooh, that smells good, Ast”
”This is the latest recipe I just bought from Barbora.”
That's what the cook called Ast says, opens the lid of the pan, and starts mixing inside with his balls.
”Ho. I'm looking forward to that.”
”That said, it's still being prototyped”
”Come on, you're putting that stuff out?
”Your husband's tongue is very sharp. I would love to help. The finished products I had in Barbora were so delicious that I had never eaten them before.”
”I can't wait to hear you say that.”
”This prototype is delicious enough, too, but it's not enough. So I'd love some advice.”
”Ha ha. I'll give you as much advice as I can if you want to get a good meal.”
”That said, if you have customers, you prepared regular dishes. Should I make you something now?
”Miss, what do we do?
”Mm-hmm. It's okay.”
”Well, your daughter would love to hear your thoughts”
”Leave it to me”
”On!”
It is very difficult for a cow to eat and appeal to his own existence. Hey, don't covet me. What would you do if they told you to pay for the carpet or something!
”And Ursi's share, please.”
”The flavor is quite intense for Wang to eat, is it ok?”
”Ursi is a warcraft, so it's okay”
”On!”
”Were you an obedient demon? I didn't notice it at all because it's so familiar. Ok. Then we'll have one for you too.”
And Ast hung the things in the pan in a deep dish served with rice. Looks like some troll brown liquid has potatoes and other vegetables in it.
I've seen it somewhere. I mean, there's a ton of them in dimensional storage. No, it's what I spread in Barbora in the first place.
”Curry?”
”Oh, you know your daughter? Yes, this is Curry, the latest dish presented at this year's culinary contest!
”With that said, Miss Fran was in Barbora?
”Mmm.”
”So you've eaten before?
”Mmm.”
”Oh! That's reliable!
I mean, I've eaten it before, because I eat it almost every day. Still, Fran and Ursi look at the curry. The eyes sparkle.
”Okay, go ahead.”
”That's weird looking food. It smells good.”
”Mogmog”
”Gaugau”
”Oh, that's good eating”
”Hmm...... Oh, that tastes strange! But I'm gonna pull back.”
Orrell seems to like the curry too. It was slowly contained in my mouth at first, but I began to tap into it gradually.
”Replacement”
”On”
Later, by the time Orrell finished eating, Fran and Ursi had as many as three replacements.
”Is it delicious?
(Fair enough?
Apparently, you're dissatisfied. Still, I eventually ate 5 cups.
(Mm-hmm. Delicious is delicious. But it's not far to my master's curry)
That's what happened.