episode_0210

“We… … .”

Amelia opened and closed her mouth.

And after thinking for a moment, he glanced at me.

Yes.

The things the two of us talked about were really trivial things. If I were to pick something that was frequent among them, it would probably be eating.

Although my taste buds are adapting to this world, sometimes I want to eat the food from where I used to live. In particular, the food here really lacked spicy food. It was salty, sweet, or really full of spices and had the unique spicy flavor of spices. I had food, but there was hardly any food that was spicy enough to literally make my tongue tingle and have the unique punch of chili peppers.

Amelia and I often wondered how we could recreate those dishes.

Of course, there were many cases where I would bring up the story first and Amelia would ‘think about it’ together, but Amelia also enjoyed doing that together.

When I showed that I didn’t care, Amelia said with a slight smile on her lips.

“We often talk about food.”

“Hoo.”

Actually, I don’t know if the ladies really said such things. Still, Prince Ban—since he said so—acted that it was interesting.

“There seems to be a good refreshment shop around here, right?”

Yes, I buy it and eat it often.

“Of course, we talk about that, but usually our… … Would you say I have a weird taste?”

Amelia smiled at the corner of her mouth and said a slightly exaggerated word.

“Greek food?”

Prince Evan tilted his head at Amelia’s words.

“Yes. We enjoy our food, but the employees think it’s terrible to even come near us.”

“For example?”

The prince asked, smiling happily.

“For example, I once ate roasted pork intestines.”

“Was it delicious?”

“It was delicious for us.”

It was really delicious.

Sausages are also made and eaten here. Of course, it was easier to obtain cleanly washed intestines than expected.

Of course, the only people in all of Gratton Mount who bake it and eat it as is are me and Amelia.

“But I don’t know if the prince will like it.”

At this point, I thought I knew what Amelia was trying to say.

“And I’m also interested in spicy food.”

“It’s spicy food.”

When I interrupted the story, the prince laughed and looked at me.

I’m smiling now, but will I be able to smile after eating our food?

“I’m trying to make fermented food using cucumbers and red pepper powder, or making similar dishes using vegetables other than cucumbers.”

Of course, most of them failed. I tried to get the chef to try it, so it’s not that the food itself failed, but it means that trying something like cabbage kimchi that I was thinking of failed. I wonder if the cabbage in my past life had different seeds, or did it come from modern times? I couldn’t find anything that looked exactly like it, whether it had been improved or not.

Still, I succeeded in making something similar to fusion cuisine.

“As time goes by, the taste becomes a little sour and tangy. Although it is a delicacy, people do not like it.”

“Hoo.”

what.

Usually, when I said this, people were shocked. It wasn’t a world without the concept of fermented food, but the food we made and ate was still very different from the fermented food of this world in many ways.

Most people are shocked at the mere mention of roasting and eating the internal organs.

When the prince heard our story, he could only react in amazement.

I quickly made eye contact with Amelia.

The two of us haven’t yet talked about the novels we’ve read, but our past lives overlap and our eating habits are similar. The reason Amelia cooperates with my research is probably because those foods fit her tastes.

However, Prince Lee was listening to the story telling him to stay away, as if it was quite interesting.

“After listening to the story, I am curious about the taste. If possible, can I attend that meeting?”

“… … .”

uh… … .

It wasn’t something that could really be called a gathering.

Although he may have shown some interest after hearing the story, I had no idea that he would express his intention to participate so actively.

“It’s been a while since the last time I tried, so it’s not possible right now.”

Amelia answered.

This wasn’t a lie. The internal organs spoiled easily even a short time after slaughter, and the ones prepared for sausages were of course used for sausages. The ones made with vegetables were from last year.

“But aren’t there a few things you can try right away? Is there really nothing at all?”

Strangely enough, there seemed to be some emotion in the crown prince’s voice when he said that.

It seems like he wants to be with us.

“… … .”

Amelia must have felt that too, as she glanced at me.

*

When I think about it again, the prince was still in the prime of his playing age. Even though Amelia and I were a bit more adult-like because of our memories of our past lives, it was natural for us to look for friends at that age.

Moreover, because of his special situation, the prince probably has no one he can call a friend.

At least we are the only people who share the past.

Hey, thinking about it like this makes me feel sorry.

In the end, the three of us got on the wolf’s back and went out to a nearby meadow.

In Delki City, this was done in the middle of the forest, but there was not as much snow here as in Delki City, so the fire could spread widely.

Still, there were so many wolves that were much bigger than us, so it wasn’t particularly cold.

“Reminds me of the old days.”

Now, even if a girl in her early or mid-teens says something like that, it just doesn’t seem appropriate.

The prince was now thoroughly enjoying the situation.

We lit a bonfire in the middle and sat on the floor with our backs against the wolves that were lying down around us.

On top of the bonfire were wild potatoes stuck on long tree branches.

Potatoes cooked to perfection over an open fire are truly a delicacy, especially in such a chilly region.

“But I’ve often eaten potatoes baked like this, right?”

The prince asked with a smile, his hands pointing towards the bonfire. Now, even if this wasn’t a particularly special dish, it didn’t seem to matter much.

“Elsie has her own way of eating.”

Amelia answered the prince leisurely.

Receiving the prince’s expectant gaze, I majestically took out one of my precious pockets.

Then he untied the leather strap that tied the end of the leather bag.

“Is this salt?”

“Sugar.”

“Hoo.”

The prince made a sound as if he was interested in my answer, and then laughed briefly, as if he thought it was funny.

“… … Why is that?”

The prince shrugged his shoulders and answered my question.

“No, what can I say. Sugar. Isn’t sugar too expensive to just dip into potatoes?”

“… … You don’t know that because you haven’t tried it, Prince.”

“If you don’t want to do it, you can do so.”

“Um, no. I guess I laughed too loudly. I never meant to laugh. I apologize if I offended you.”

“… … .”

No, whatever.

If I say that, it makes me even more uncomfortable.

I didn’t bother to answer, but took a few ripe potatoes off the skewers and placed them on a clean cloth spread out next to me.

Since the skin was already peeled, there was no need to peel it by hand.

Fortunately, the weather was not hot, and the outside cooled quickly by leaving it outside.

“Now, try it.”

As I spoke while holding out the sugar, the prince picked up a potato and dabbed it.

“It doesn’t matter if you take a lot.”

“Plenty?”

The prince looked at me with a slightly suspicious expression.

“Try as Elsie says.”

Amelia, who was watching from the side, also joined in.

“Um.”

The prince put a lot of sugar on the potato, put it right in front of his mouth, and took a bite. Steam rose up from his stomach even though it had not cooled down yet.

“After.”

When the prince blew out his breath, the rising steam came out of his mouth.

“Ha, hoo.”

To the prince who managed to chew and swallow the potato while inhaling and exhaling several times,

“… … Why don’t you tell me it’s hot.”

I grumbled a little like that.

“It tastes like original rag.”

I said, and Amelia nodded.

“How did it taste?”

At my question, the prince smiled slightly.

“It’s delicious. It’s definitely a delicacy. Well, it’s salty for my taste.”

If that’s the case, there’s nothing we can do about it. Because there’s something called taste in food.

When I offered the sugar to the prince again, he rolled the potatoes in the sugar just like he did the first time.

“Oh, by the way, there’s something I haven’t told the ladies yet.”

“What is that?”

The prince brought up the story so naturally that I asked without even thinking about it.

“My younger brother was following behind me. He will probably arrive by today.”

“… … .”

While saying that, we stared blankly at the prince as he bit into a potato.

Well, I think it’s too late to talk, prince.