570 568 Curry Impact (1/2)
Cooking internship was highly regarded. It's an assessment that you've made the most of something and made something delicious.
After such cooking practice, Fran was in the dining room for lunch.
Carona and the others are with us. I guess the amount eaten in cooking internships is not enough for the sports boys and girls.
For the other classmates, it also seemed to make sense to reword it.
Only Fran was eating something different while everyone was eating the dishes served in the dining room looking delicious. We are also allowed to bring meals from outside. Well, it's a learning meal.
Particularly the students coming through town, not dorm dwellings, apparently are sourcing meals outside.
It is naturally curry rice that Fran is eating.
It seems that the Skunk Raccoon curry we made ourselves was not at all satisfactory for Fran. Another curry to reword...
”Mm-hmm. This”
”On!”
Fran is carrying his curry to his mouth, nodding over and over again. Ursi is also devouring curry in jean mode. Betty around your mouth.
Carona looked at those francs with envy.
”That's a dish called Curry made in the cooking practice earlier, right?
”Hmm? Yeah, but no”
”Er...? Isn't that curry?
”Curry. But it's completely different from what I just did. This is the real deal. That just didn't work at all.”
”Is that it? Even though it was so delicious?
”Mm-hmm. This”
”Huh? Oh, thank you. Now if you'll excuse me... ahem.”
Carona reluctantly mouthed the spoon offered by Fran.
”Ko, this is...! Oh, it's delicious! Sure, it doesn't compare to what was earlier!
It's a stunned look I don't know how many times today.
Well, I guess what I made in my cooking practice is delicious, but the ingredients aren't good, and I didn't season the curry flour to go with it. By contrast, what Fran now feeds me is the best curry I've ever really made.
Needless to compare, this one should have tasted better.
Look at Carona, who is impressed, and Fran is the Doya face.
”Phew.”
”This is Fran's master?
”Mmm!”
”Are you really an adventurer? Not the cook?
I wonder how happy I was to be praised for curry. When Fran removed the served curry from the dimensional storage, he placed it in front of Sotto Carona.
”Are you sure?
”Mmm.”
”Thank you!
Carona gives thanks with a smile that just doesn't shine. I already have the lunch offered in the dining room in my belly, but they can still eat it.
”I'll have it.”
The only thing that moves a spoon is nobility and it's medium elegant, but the momentum is amazing. The curry on the plate diminishes without any stopping hand moving the spoon.
”Oh, is that so good? Hey, hey, to us too...”