At the request of his lovely brother, Brother Silvio set off for the mountains.

　I asked him to bring more wild vegetables and mushrooms than usual, so there would be no shortage of them.

　This would be enough to brighten up the dinner menu.

　It would be beautiful and gorgeous if there were colors like green and orange in the meal.

　As I waited as I prepared my lunch, Bartolo stopped the fire and walked over to the bowl.

　Another advantage of the magic stove is that it can be quickly put out like this.

''Whoa, isn't the first fermentation of the bread finished by now?

　Apparently the bread had finished its primary fermentation.

　I stopped chopping the vegetables and approached him, and Bartolo threw away the muona leaves he had been pouring over the vegetables to prevent them from drying.

　Then he showed me a bowl of hot water for temperature control.

　There was a bread seed there that was twice as big as the first lump I saw.

'Wow, it's doubled in size,'

　As I exclaimed in admiration, Bartolo dipped his fingers in flour and lightly fingered the dough.

　It's called the finger test.

　Then he pulled his finger out, and the hole remained open for a while without being sealed up.

　If it didn't close up soon, it was lack of fermentation.

You're fermenting properly.

''I wish sister Elinora's breasts were this big.

You know, you're a terrible idea sometimes. You'll get us killed!

　Hearing my sudden words, Bartolo raises his panicked voice.

''Sister Elinora was chatting happily with Mother Erna earlier, so there's no way she's anywhere near you and can't be listening.

　When I was heading to brother Silvio's place earlier, I heard them talking happily.

　I heard something about tongs and the royal capital, but I wondered if they were talking about something in the royal capital.

　At any rate, I was in the middle of talking in a good mood, so there was no way I could say, "Go pick wild vegetables with brother Silvio.

　I'm a brother who can read the air.

Is that so?　You're strangely bossy in your habit of usually coming off badly.

'No. I'm just saying it here because I don't usually say it.

　If I said that to your face, you'd get killed.

"I don't know if you're a big shot or a little shot.

But you do, don't you?　Mother Erna is so rich........poor sister Elinora.......

　My sister, Sister Elinora, is 13 years old this year. If you are a woman to have it, it's time for your flower to open up. Apart from Sheila, even sister Emma's buds are opening slightly.

　And yet, speaking of Sister Elinora, she still shows no signs of the primary fermentation at all.

　I wonder where she left her genes, Erna-mother's genes, which are thought to have undergone the first, second and even third fermentation, where she left them.

　Have I thrown it away somewhere to get the talent of the sword?

　I also know that every time she gets out of the bath, she flattens her breasts like a chopping block in the changing room.

　I know that she listens to my joke that "drinking milk makes you bigger" and drinks milk every morning.

　It makes my heart sad every time I see it....

"Hey, kid. He's laughing all the way to the bank. He cares about it too. Leave her alone...

But it still won't be a primary fermentation, though.

'Oh!　Now that was good!

"U-ha-ha-ha!

　As we were laughing merrily like that, I suddenly felt a presence behind me.

'Hey,' my mom said, 'It smells sweet and savory, so there must be candy! I'm here because you said........do you have any snacks?

　Sister Elinora suddenly appeared in the kitchen.

　It seems that she came by precise instructions from Mother Erna.

　I really want to poke around and wonder if Mother Erna's nose is a monster. This is my bread ear stick, though.

　What a despicable mother trying to snatch her son's sweets.

　More importantly, now I wonder if he was listening to the fermentation story I just told him about.

　When we look at her inquiringly, Elinora's sister gets a puzzled look on her face.

''What's ... what's wrong?　We're both blue in the face, aren't we?

'Hey, it's nothing!　It's nothing. Here, here's a pan-eared stick, bring it to me!

'Pan-eared sticks?　Is it good?

　I handed her a plate to press against, and Sister Elinora plucked one of the sticks and took a bite out of it.

　Then I hear a small crunching sound, and Sister Elinora smiles with a puff of her own.

'This is so funny and delicious!　And I could easily eat it any time!

Right?

　It was still a poor impression, but she liked it anyway.

　Sister Elinora crunched and licked her cheeks like a squirrel and flicked her fingertips.

　Then she loosened her cheeks and took another one into her mouth.

　It's the horror of potatoes and bread ear sticks that I found myself unable to stop.

　Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I'll make some potatoes later.

'Don't you have to take it to your mother Erna?'

　It's bad for your heart and I want you to get the hell out of here.

　When I say that while putting that message in my mind, Elinora sister opens her eyes as she remembers and crunches the stick in as she pushes it in.

　She's kind of cute, like a little animal.

''It was. I didn't know. Then I'll take this!

　We smiled and waved to Elinora's sister, making sure she moved away and then exhaled heavily. Of course it was due to relief.

''Well I thought your heart was going to stop beating, kid.

'I'm the one who surprised me the most. I had a vision of a wooden sword splitting my head open from behind.

　Had Sister Elinora's arrival been delayed by a few more seconds, it would have been just as I had hallucinated.

　I guess I was hallucinating because I could imagine it too vividly.

''When you say something like that, let's check our surroundings a bit more before we say it.

You just won't stop, will you?

　We turned blue in the face and began to continue our respective cooking.


　You're not going to be able to do that.

　We then proceeded to cook steadily over lunch.

　Silvio has returned from the mountains, so we're busy preparing dinner.

　It seems that the pan-eared sticks we had just handed over to him as if we were trying to cheat him were very popular with the ladies, and they immediately ordered more production.

　Her mother is as quick to decide as ever.

　The leftover bread from the morning was all baked in oil and turned into bread ear sticks.

　It was obvious that they would be taken if I left them like this, so this time I packed my portions in a box and secretly stored them in a space magic so that they wouldn't be taken.

　That way I won't run out of bread ear sticks.

　The bread is done with bench time and second fermentation.

　I'm about to make some fried bread.

'So now we're going to fry it in oil?

　As I was looking at the unique streamlining of the Coppé Pan, Bartolo called out to me.

'Yes,'

　The oil in the pot is already warmed up.

　I put the chopsticks into the pot to measure the temperature.

'Yeah, it's bubbling, so it must be over one hundred and seventy degrees.

...You still use two sticks with great dexterity, don't you?

　Bartolo says sincerely, peering in from next to me.

'It's pretty easy to use once you get used to it.

Really?　Maybe I'll practice in my spare time. It sounds convenient. So you can tell the temperature just by putting it in?

'Yes. If fine bubbles come out of the chopsticks quietly, it's one hundred and fifty degrees. When fine bubbles come out of the entirety of the chopsticks, it's about 170 degrees. You can tell that from the breadcrumbs.

I see.

　Two loaves of bread are thrown in, with Bartolo's hand on his chin in admiration.

　The oval-shaped bread is dipped into the hot oil and crackles gently.

　Then wait until the bread is golden brown on one side, and when it is golden brown, turn it over.

　It's just a matter of baking the bread slowly, one side at a time. Don't turn it over easily.

　I repeated this process for a while.

　In the blink of an eye, the fried bread was ready.

　The bread, baked to a plump and golden brown color, exudes a fragrant smell in the kitchen.

　I like the smell of baked wheat because it makes me feel somewhat warm and fuzzy.

　Then, while it's hot, I pour sugar all over the crusty bread on my plate.

'Ahhhhhh!'

What is it, Bartolo?

　As I was sloshing sugar from the jar, Bartolo let out a strange noise and grabbed me.

'Too much sugar on you, boy!

That's just the way it is.

　And regardless, I slam on it. There's a strange noise going on beside me, but I don't care.

　And then.

Done!

Hey, I'm running out of sugar.

That's why I'm fat.

It's nice and easy to make, but it consumes half the sugar.

Bartolo checks the jar of sloppy sugar.

　If you look at the plate, you'll see a piece of fried bread covered in snow, as if it were covered in snow.

　If you bite into it, the outside will be crispy from the dough and the sugar that has fallen on it, and the aroma of freshly made bread will spread in your mouth.

　And with the sugar dissolved by the heat and fat, it is sure to overwhelm you with its overwhelming sweetness.

　I'm drooling just thinking about it.

''Well then, let's get on with it and deliver it!

Yeah, so, guys. I need you to step aside.

　At the door of the kitchen, a total of five maids, Meena, Saara, Mel, Mother Erna and Sister Elinora, were peeking at us.

　Apparently, they had all come together and smelled the smell.

　They were actually there from the area where the bread was being fried.

　When we sprinkled sugar on the bread, Bartolo and I were shouting together.

　We said, "Let's try it right away! And the reason it didn't is because I was being watched.

　If I did, the hyenas would come rushing in.

'Have you got the tea ready?'

It's ready!

　At the sound of Mother Erna's voice, the maids sounded like soldiers.

'Well then, could you go get Nord and Silvio for me?

We're already in our seats!

Okay, let's go to the dining room. It's snack time.

"Yes!

　Mother Erna and Sister Elinora, who gracefully shake their hair and turn their backs to me.

　Of course, they don't forget to give us a sharp look.

　And the maids that follow.

　What is this travesty?

　It's a good thing that you're able to get a good idea of what to expect.



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　The fried bread was popular mainly with the ladies.

　It was a bit heavy for Brother Silvio and Father Nord, so they scraped half of it off and ate it with relish.

　Needless to say, the ladies ate the extra fried bread that was left over by rubbing it in half, as if they were depriving themselves of it.

　Although it wasn't fancy, the fried bread was highly appreciated and the magic stove was quickly put to work.

　Originally, I had planned to make an additional surter andagi, but since I had already eaten two of the bread ear sticks and the fried bread, today's snacks were finished.

　Of course, he wasn't too full to eat them, but he wanted to enjoy them for next time.

　Of course, he's not saying he's full or anything, but he'd like to make a Sauter andagi next time.

　I'm afraid I don't know when the next time is. For a while, I thought that bread ear sticks with honey or jam would be enough.

　Now, I'm going to make fried food for dinner.

　Tempura, skewers, potatoes, and fried food, and many other things come to mind.

　I have to be careful not to overdo it too much, because it's too much work and we can't eat it all.

　First of all, in order to make tempura, I made tempura powder.

　Of course, there's no such thing as tempura powder sold in this world. It's not surprising since no one knows what tempura is.

　However, it's easy to make a substitute for tempura powder.

　All you have to do is mix eggs and cold water, and add flour to it.

　I heard it's better to leave some lumps on the surface to serve as a batter.

'We're going to dip it in this and fry it, aren't we?

　Bartolo asks as he dips his batter into the mushrooms.

'Yes. 'Be careful, they make a lot of noise and splash oil,'

　I changed out of my short-sleeved clothes into long-sleeved ones in preparation for this. As I told Bartolo, I didn't change clothes.

　A little bit of hot oil doesn't matter, he said.

　I'll leave it to others to decide whether they are proud or brave.

　Bartolo threw the mushrooms into the oil.

　The mushrooms made a loud sizzling sound as they were placed in the boiling oil.

'Whoa!　It's going to be pretty loud.

　The noise seemed to be louder than expected and Bartolo stepped back in a hurry.

''Tch ... didn't you get burned by oil?

...What did you say, little man?

Anything. Here's the next one.

　It's okay. If we keep feeding them into Bartolo, they're going to splash oil all over the place.

　The short sleeves aren't enough to protect against it.

　I quietly put on the robe and hand it to him, and Bartolo makes me sit back and feed it to him.

　At first, I was afraid of the loud oil, and I guess I was like that, too.

　But I dare say it.

'What's the matter, Bartolo?　You don't want to be bent out of shape, do you?　You're not afraid of a little hot oil, are you?

'Oh, of course, kid. I just put it in carefully so that the oil doesn't fly all the way to the boy.

　Pan!

'Wow!　What?!

It's just a few cracks in the batter, that's all.

Yeah, right. The timing of the frying is very important in this dish. The kid can do it first. We'll take it in turns.

　Bartolo is coming towards me while talking about it.

　Bartolo must have been absolutely terrified.

　But, well, this is the first time for me to do so, so I decided to fry them.

　If I fried the meat and prawns first, the oil would get dirty and smelly, so I started frying the vegetables first.

When the big bubbles become small, uniform and quiet, it's a sign that they're cooked all the way through.

'I see. It sure feels like it.

　While teaching Bartolo some tips and tricks, I put carrots, onions, mushrooms and wild vegetables on the plate one after another.

　I also fried my thinly sliced potatoes here and made them into potato chips.

　Yes, they seemed to be fried without any problem.

The vegetables are almost done now. Next is the chicken.

　With that, Bartolo brought the chicken in a bowl, which he put in a bowl.

　The seasoning is perfect as Bartolo has put it on.

　Then he added the eggs and flour and threw them into the oil.

　The kitchen was filled with the distinctive sizzling sound of fried food.

I'm getting used to this sound. I'm getting used to this sound.

　It's true that the sound of oil is probably an interesting and nice sound to hear if you listen closely. When I hear this sound, I feel like I'm frying something.

　When the batter starts to harden, I turn it over moderately and put it on a plate after it is fried to a good degree.

　Then I raised the temperature of the oil and threw the fried food back in.

　It's called "twice fried.

Isn't it already done?

　Bartolo, who was about to fry the next prawn, gave me a quizzical look.

It's called twice-frying," said Bartolo. It's called twice-frying," said Bartolo. Well, depending on the part of the body and the ingredients, it could go wrong.

'Really?　Tell me more about it later.

　As I was lightly replying to Bartolo and putting them on my plate from the fried ones, two figures suddenly came into view.

　They were Sister Elinora and Meena.

　Apparently they heard the sound of oil, such as tempura and fried food, and came over.

　This time they couldn't stand it and were about to reach out and pick at it.

　No, it's fine to pick and eat, but it's not safe to do so because we are frying.

　Just as I was thinking that. The oil popped and hit Meena's forehead as she stretched out her hand in line.

''Ahhhh!　Hot!　It's hot!　Something just pierced my forehead!

　See, I don't have to tell you.

　I've left Meena sloshing around on the floor.

...　Phew!

　Sister Elinora raised her unvoiced voice and bash me on the shoulder with a bash.

'Hey, we're in the middle of an oil thing right now, it's not safe!

Hey...

　What Elinora's sister is rolling around in her mouth with a huff and a puff is fried food.

　That's freshly fried. Of course it's hot.

　But I dare to scorch it right there.

How's that?　Isn't it delicious fried?

　I told him with a big smile on my face, and he lifted his eyes wide and slapped me silently on the head.

　I don't know what he'll do if I rush him any further.

'Yes, yes, I know, I know, it's water. 'Yes, here,'

　With that, I magically filled a nearby cup with water.

　Sister Elinora snatched the cup from me and fanned it at once.

''Puh-hah!　I thought I was going to die.

　He drinks as if he were drinking beer.

'It's because they take the freshly fried stuff,'

'I didn't realize it was so hot. My mouth is a little tingly and I need some ice.

　Elinora sister stuck out the cup in a resolute manner to the extent that she was resolute.

　When I magically put a small ice cube in it, Sister Elinora threw one into her mouth. As I cooled my mouth, Elinora looked at me intently.

That's convenient.

Magic comes in handy. And don't talk to me like that. It sounds like a thing.

When you're done picking and biting, just pick it up and go. I'm still cooking.

　Bartolo appears a lot and points with his chin.

'It hurts!　I hit my head on the wardrobe.

　Beyond that, Meena was sprawled out and suffering further wounds. Really, this bad maid........

　Sister Elinora looked at Meena before returning her gaze to us.

What's this?

It's hot. You wanna take this one.

　After putting the fried food I was pointing at in her mouth, sister Elinora dragged Meena out of the room.

'Ahhhh!　Lady Elinora!　For me!

No. Lick the ice off the floor.

It's not fair!

...Meena's still fussy as ever.

Yeah.

　Then we fried the river prawns and finished our dinner.

　Everyone rolled their eyes at the sumptuous fried food that we made on the magic stove.

　Everyone was very satisfied with the crispy outside and the variety of ingredients in the fried food, and the usefulness of the magic stove was recognized by everyone in the family.

　However, I'm tired of cooking all day long. I don't want to cook for the time being. I'll leave the rest to Bartolo.