569 567 francs of cuisine (2/2)
”Momogu......!
Shortly after chewing once and twice, her eyes opened to surprise.
”Yummy! What the hell is this! It usually tastes like money! And the complex flavors I've never eaten...... Harder than Azeri food though...... And who is this spicy...”
Yafi analyzes the flavor unexpectedly accurately. I thought he was an adventurous, outdoor cook teacher, but he's well-versed in food and cooking.
”Is this jerky? Well made in a short time.”
”Raw Jerky Made of Magic”
”You have amazing magic arms too...... Hmmm... by grabbing the seasoning liquid and the spices, it has a unique flavour. Uh, I'd love a drink.”
”And this. I turned it into meat miso. I'll wrap it in this flour crepe and eat it”
”Another rare dish. Momogu - this is delicious too. Incredible......”
I'm deluding the smell and taste with spices and miso, but that's a franc with culinary skills kanst there. I had chosen and reproduced the dishes that I could make on this occasion from among the many dishes I had ever made.
”And that's a strange soup at the end...... Is it soup? It's oddly troublesome though.”
”That's curry. The best food in the world”
”Well, that came out big again. Well, I guess I'll take it... Momogu”
Another dish prepared by Fran is the curry of Kusan. I don't have rice, but I guess that means instead of soup.
It is a red curry with slightly stronger spiciness, containing meat and vegetables that have become trout in a pseudo pressure cooker. Yafi, who spoke of the curry, gave an even more surprising look than earlier.
”This is it! What a complicated flavor! It's spicy, but I can eat as much as I want...”
Yafi, who so far had only a few bites to eat by saying that he ”can't judge well when he's full,” but Frans' dishes are disappointing.
This would be highly regarded with no complaints.
”Well, we'll have it too.”
They also couldn't wait for the Caronas, who had endured just a light tasting, to get Yafi to judge them first.
”Mmm.”
”Ya, I can finally eat”
”Looks delicious”
”Just - Kima Su!
”On!”
Ursi also comes out well and gets a curry. However, the reaction is not fragrant. I care about the flan I made and it looks delicious, but I know how happy I am with the way I shake my tail.
But Fran is not angry. Whatever, because Fran himself has a subtle look. I guess for Fran, who loves curry, it doesn't taste satisfying.
Still, the crew has a great reputation. Fran gets a tough rating because he compares it to my dishes, but they should be pretty tasty compared to those there.
It is the other classmates who look with envy at the caronas who eat curry while saying it tastes delicious. Every squad was forced to pour in the dishes because of the rule of eating everything they made.
”... hey. Can you get a bite of that dish if you have too much?
The first person I've spoken to is you, the handsome man who cooked Azeri food. He's just good at cooking, and he's intrigued.
”Fine.”
”Is that true! Thanks!”
”Huh! Then I want it too!
”Me and me!
In the end, everyone was raising their hands. But there's not enough to get to the hopeful.
Somehow, students who lost to Junken, good luck next time!