Ojisan (Fish) Soup Complete! Come Taste It!
“Young Master, you’re going to simmer the fish for a full thirty minutes?”
“Yep. Ah, Gordon, scum will rise to the surface, so scoop it up with that big spoon and throw it away.”
“What are you saying, Young Master! When scum comes out, you throw away the whole broth the first time around!”
Huh? Wait, stop. What are you about to throw away?
“No! Don’t throw it out!”
“Huh? We throw it out every time. What are you talking about, Young Master? Broth full of scum gets tossed. And the second batch too, if you don’t want fishy smell, meat stink, or the bitterness from vegetables. That’s the basics of cooking.”
What? So that’s why… That’s why the food in this world has no flavor.
What the hell. What a waste. Aren’t you throwing away the best part?!
“Eh? Eh? U-um, Young Master… why are you crying? …S-sorryyy.”
Hey! What’s with you, Appraisal Eye-kun?! I’m crying right now out of anger and shock, wait, what did you just say?! Gordon’s Gordon is currently wilting?
Don’t phrase it like it’s some dried-up plant! You’re gonna make me laugh… bwhoff!
Seriously, that’s such useless information. I don’t need that!
But… thanks to Appraisal Eye-kun, my tears stopped. Huh? A thank-you? Not happening.
“N-no, some dust just got in my eye. I’m fine now. Thanks.”
“Gordon, just trust me and try making it the way I say first. Please.”
My usual please pose.
““Hauu~♡””
There it is again? Gordon. Marle.
Cut it out already.
Again? Appraisal Eye-kun, I said I don’t need your random info!
Huh? Gordon’s Gordon is declaring a comeback right now?! That’s really information I don’t need!
“Understood. Then… it should be about thirty minutes now, right?”
That’s right. For some reason, this world has clocks.
One day is twenty-four hours, same as my previous life. That’s a huge help.
Well, when I say “clock,” it’s really just a water clock. I don’t know exactly how it works, apparently it measures time by the amount of water dripping from a tiny hole in a container, but still, thank goodness clocks exist. Cooking is a battle against time, after all.
“Yeah, the scum’s been cleaned off nicely, and the broth should have drawn out well by now.”
“Alright, time for the miso. Gordon, I’ll add this part myself. Bring me a big ladle and a spoon.”
“Eh!? Your crotch, you say?”
Rebooting… system starting… 60%.
H-h-h-hey, Gordon!
Yeah, Appraisal Eye-kun, nice timing.
That kind of information is actually useful. Yep, yep.
“No, I said la-dle. Are you okay in the head?
Anyway, here goes the miso!”
Alright, it dissolved properly.
And now… the moment of truth.
Miso soup complete! ♡
Fish-head miso soup, finished!
“It’s done.”
Clap, clap, clap.
Thank you. Marle, Gordon, thank you. Papa too. Sebas too. Everyone, thank you.
Finally. Finally.
“Time for a taste test.”
Gulp.
“Hottt!”
“Young Master, are you alright?! Did you burn yourself? Or… was it still poop-flavored after all…?”
“Mmmnn… sho goooood. Sho yummy!”
Right now, I’m sure my face is a complete mess with tears because I can finally, finally, drink the miso soup from my previous life again.
It’s so delicious, and so hot, and I burned my tongue a little, so I ended up talking like a baby, but honestly, who cares.
““Young Master’s the only one drinking it, so unfair!””
“Here, Marle, Gordon. It’s really good. Try some.”
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