--The servants' kitchen at King's Landing.


"Corona-chan's all-you-can-eat cooking!
"Oh, the second one.

　"Oh, the second one." Futa claps his hands.
　One of the kitchens in the royal castle. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

　Paying no heed to the sentiment that it was a blessing to have a second event, Corona held out her hands to indicate the ingredients on the table.

Here are today's ingredients.
"Boom.

　It was pasta.
　Of course it was real.
　It's not Beatrix lying around.


What's with the pasta all of a sudden?
"Huh?　Because Master Futa was talking about pasta?
Yeah. ......

　Is it my fault? Futa held his head lightly.

　But still...

You're really low on ingredients. Not even any spices?
No... Binbo pasta!
"Binbo Pasta ......
Is it good?
I'm not worried about that.

　He smiled happily.

　It's a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your money.

　It's a long and thin type of spaghetti.

　And garlic and oil. And hot peppers.

"I'll take out a big pot. And water. Drinkable!
Do you use drinkable water to boil the water?
Yes. If it gets sore, you have to put it back.
I see.

　I wonder if the water seeping into the pasta can also be the source of the disease.
　Futa made a mental note.

"So, what do we need next?
"What's next?
".........
"Wow, I'm suddenly deflated.

　I'm not sure what to make of that.

"Den.

　She put it on the table.

Oh, oh. I'm enjoying your every performance. ......
"Flipping. Shorty.
Don't lick it. Don't lick it.

　Even so, Futa looked at the cupboard he usually uses.
　Whenever he cooks, he usually takes out a spice jar from the cupboard where the knives are displayed. Of course, the salt she uses must be in there.

Shouldn't it be the salt she usually uses for cooking?
"Huh?　Yes, that's for stew.
Do you have a stew salt?
Yes, there is. Hey, cooking is all about speed, right?　It takes time to add spices one by one, so it's better to blend them.
I didn't know that. ......
It depends.

　In the event that you're not sure what to do, you can always ask for help.

　Futa doesn't know that there are even spices for Futa-sama, depending on her preference.

　Recently, the "Princess's" spice has been added.

　In addition, before Futa's arrival, I prepared a blend of high quality fragrant oil and cheap oil so that I can make the best tasting bottle pasta, but Futa will never know that.

　Why? Because it's fun.

"First, heat the water.

　Pour the water into the skillet and heat it for a while.
　When it came to a boil, Corona scooped up the water with a ladle and suddenly put it into a plate for serving pasta.

Here you go.
"What do you mean, 'Here you go'?
You're having hot water for dinner tonight. ......
No way!
You're kidding!

　She handed the plate to Futa and then went to the bag of salt.
　Futa had no choice but to leave the plate full of hot water on the table.

　In the meantime, Corona scooped up a handful of coarse gray salt from the bag, which was too large to be table salt, with a shovel.



"Shouldn't it be a spoon or something?

　Yes, a shovel, like the one used to play with flower beds. Not a big spoon or a small spoon, but a shovel.

　And then...

"Boom!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!　You can't put that much salt in there!

　I just dumped the entire hand shovel full of salt into the pot.

　A little taste.

It's disgusting!
I know!
All right.
Okay?

　Corona walks past Futa, sticking out her tongue.

　Futa was afraid to take a ladle and taste it himself.

"Is that seawater?
It's not that bad.
"Oh, really?

　Corona came back to the kitchen table and started to cook the pasta.

"Mmm.

　"Mmm.

Then she twists it.

　She twists it and throws it into the pot.

The pasta spread beautifully.

　The pasta spreads out beautifully.

And then...

　The pasta sinks into the pot.

"It's so lively.
"It's so crowded.

　I never thought I'd say that while watching the pasta sink into the pot.

Oh.
What's the matter, Corona?
The sauce needs to be ready before the pasta boils.
What do you mean, you can't?
It's not gonna be good.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

　She stuck out her tongue and peeled the garlic with a familiar motion.

"Mr. Fouta, Mr. Fouta, this ario (garlic) is chopped. This one is emancé.
All right, I got it.

　If you don't hurry, it will go bad.
　Hearing this, Futa's knife work was quick.
　In no time at all, he chopped one garlic clove and sliced the other.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
"Oh, that's fast!
Are you sure you don't want to rush?
Oh, right.
Oh, my God!

　Are you okay?　She took out a frying pan and started pouring oil into it.

"Put the slices in there.
"Just the emancipated ones?
"Only. Master Futa, the basic rule is to put in the slow cooker first.
That's right.

　Futa couldn't say anything because he was suddenly told the right thing.

　Corona tossed the pan with the sliced garlic and oil into the fire without hesitation.
　The heat was quite high, but apparently it was enough.

"If the color changes a little...

　When the outside of the garlic started to turn brown, Corona suddenly scooped up the boiling water with a ladle, singing.

"Dorya!
"Oh!　...... Oh, you mean low heat.
"Ding ding ding ding!

　Corona picked up a handful of peppers and glanced at Futa.

What's wrong?
Futa-sama has a lousy tongue.
"He has a lousy tongue?

　He quickly cut the pepper in half, discarded the seeds inside, and threw it into the oil.
　I'm not sure what to do with it.

Oh, ......, you've used up all the ingredients. Does that mean the sauce is ready?
Yes!
Yes!　Just in time!

　"Yes!" "Just in time!" While Fouta savored his joy, Corona hurried to the pot.
　Is she going to collect the boiled pasta?　But then she took out a ladle and scooped up the boiling water again.

　Is she going to put out the fire?

But she took out a ladle and scooped up the boiling water again.


"Soooooooooooooooo ！！！！！

　Boiling water is poured into the sauce, and Futa is in a panic.

"What?　What?　What? What?
I made a mistake.
No way!

　Corona chuckled as she turned the pan and mixed the boiling water into the sauce.
　The aroma of garlic and peppercorns stimulates Futa's appetite.

I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one.
I'm sure. I wonder why?
I don't know why.
I'll finish it then.
Ignore him!

　Corona stood in front of the skillet again, took out a piece of pasta and squeezed it.

You're so cute!
Are you mad?
I don't care.
You want it?
I'm giving it away.

　I'll give it to you." Her back view as she quickly picks up the still hard noodles with tongs and transfers them to a bowl.

　Her head was bobbing happily, and two tufts of gold were dancing in the background.

　She turned around, smiled happily at Futa once, took out a ladle again, and splashed the pasta pot and pan over the base of the heating fire.

　Ignoring the two fires that were extinguished in an instant, she went to the frying pan with a bowl in her hand.

Is it okay if it stays hard?
They'll stretch while you're tossing them in the sauce.
"Really? ......

　She throws the pasta into the pan and flips it with a familiar motion.
　He mixes it with one hand, and with the index finger of his remaining hand, he twirls the bowl with the noodles, looking more like a street performer than a cook.

　In the meantime, the sauce was getting mixed into the noodles.

"Futa, be a good boy and get rid of the hot water on your plate.
"Yeah, ...... I put it there myself. ......

　Futa obeyed meekly.

You'll be able to then transfer the pasta to your plate.
"Oh, oh, ......, where were you going with this?
All right.
Really? ......

　You'll find out that the part where you were joking around was probably a necessary part of the process. It was a loss of surprise.

　Seeing him like that, Corona smiles, satisfied.

　I knew that. Her food was always delicious, so there was no way she could make a mistake.

"No, but, you know, ......

　If she showed me something like that, I would have been surprised.

"Try it.
"Well, be my guest.

　I stuck a three-pronged fork into the pasta and brought it to my mouth.
　The soft aroma of garlic whets your appetite, and the subtle spiciness of whole pepper tickles your nostrils.
　When you take a bite, the first thing that hits your tongue is the taste of oil and garlic.
　Then, the more you chew, the more you taste the spaghetti with its strong saltiness. The fine garlic dances in your mouth without interfering with the pasta, and on the contrary, the slices of garlic convey the flavor directly with the texture.

　It was, quite simply, the best pasta I've ever had.

It's so good.
Voilà. ......
"No, yeah, how can it taste so good with all that boiling water and the crazy amount of salt?
"It's not the quality of the ingredients but the quantity that counts, Master Futa. Are you getting smarter?
"I see. To soak up the flavor of the pasta itself.
"Pasta can only be boiled for a short time, so that's the right way to season it.
"I made a mistake." That's a big lie.
It's a big lie.

　You scared the shit out of me. I looked at Corona and saw her carefully set hairdo and wondered if I should ruffle her head.

"Pfft?
"Hi.
I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

　He took her cheeks between his and stroked them wildly.

"Hahaha.

　I'm not sure what to do with it.

It's so hot in here. "Oh, it's so hot." "Then clean up after eating.

　As Corona tried to prepare water with the pump, Futa suddenly thought.

　It's almost time for the water to be cold to the touch.

I'm sure you'll be able to figure out how to do it.
"What?

　At least that's what I've been doing.
　At least, that's what I've been doing so far." Corona blinked at Futa's words and said, "No!




"No!




　With a smile on her face, she said.