Chapter 8: 5.2

“Let’s make it a stewed dish.” 

“Stew?”

What came to mind was something like consomme soup and pot-au-feu. 

 

In my previous life, there were convenient soup base cubes, but of course, there were none now. 

If I recalled correctly, it took an awful lot of time to make a dish like consommé, but unlike in my previous life, this was a place where there were professionals who cooked all day long. 

I was sure it could be made. 

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Mbyv’p wpwyzzu obyv xyel kv vypvl tsse.

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Yu hytwl jdsozletl sq xu rypv zkql vsze xl ps.

“Wywp-pyxy, Zsw zkjl xlyv, aktbv?”

“I love it. I want to eat meat only. I love the hamburger steak Theo makes the most!” 

 

“I didn’t make it though…”

I only provided the recipe. 

I chuckled and corrected him just in case. 

It was the head chef who took the vague recipes I gave him and diligently took notes of the feasible steps and reproduced them. 

He was the person who served raw onions to children, but his skills were for sure. 

The reason I didn’t cook myself was that it was not realistic for a 6-year-old to be in the kitchen. 

Of course, I could at least make sandwiches for my father. 

Because all I had to do was put the ingredients between slices of bread. 

But my body was too small and helpless to make hamburger steak or pot-au-feu for Faus. 

The kitchen of the royal palace was probably equipped with a  stove that had strong firepower and used many heavy pots. 

It was not yet possible for me to handle them.

“Although meat will be used, it’s the vegetables that I want you to eat. Let’s ask the head chef.” 

 

“Um! I got it. Everything Theo cooks is delicious, so I’m looking forward to it!”

As soon as Faus and I came to an agreement, the court lady was already beside me with a pen and paper in hand. 

She planned to write down the recipe. 

I was amazed at her quick response. 

As expected of a court lady who served the prince, she was not just a kind lady who smiled.

“Please request the head chef. Err, prepare the bone pieces of the chicken first…”

The consommé and pot-au-feu recipes that I had managed to recall were delivered to the kitchen by the court lady. 

And the result was prepared half a day later. It was served at dinner for Faus and myself.

“Delicious. Theo, it’s really delicious.”

Faus was satisfied with the pot-au-feu in front of him, which had large cut vegetables and chicken. 

While he smiled, he diligently ate the vegetables he used to dislike. 

There was also celery that had been boiled until it was mushy inside. 

 

He didn’t seem to notice which one was celery because it looked different from usual.

“I’m glad. Please eat a lot.” 

“It’s delicious. Is this celery?” 

“That’s an onion.” 

“Um. It’s this then.” 

“It’s a carrot, you see, the color is red.” 

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“This is…?” 

“It’s your favorite meat, Your Highness.” 

“Theo, where is the celery?” 

“You ate it a while ago.” 

“But I didn’t see any green?” 

“When you boil it, it loses its color. I asked for it to be cooked that way.”

 

His golden eyes widened. 

My heart itched at his expression of joy, which slowly spread out. 

Taking the appearance of the dish into consideration, perhaps the celery should be vivid, too. 

With the head chef’s sense of aesthetics, he would not have boiled it so much that it lost all of its colors. 

But that would still leave the bitter taste and smell of celery. Adults could tolerate it, but the childish tongue of Faus could not accept it.

“Theo. Theo. If it were you, you could make ‘rice’ taste good too, right?”

After dinner, Faus asked me such a thing. 

I would make as much as he wanted if he was okay with ochazuke, but I didn’t think that was what he meant. 

His long, black tail swayed. 

He seemed distressed. 

His usually confident eyebrows were lowered in sadness.

“Ochazuke, is not good enough, is it?” 

“My uncle said it was no good.” 

“Is there another luncheon?” 

“Yes.”

There was a heavy sigh, uncharacteristic of Faus. 

When I turned to look at the court lady nearby, who was watching over us, she nodded at me with a smile.

“His Holiness Simone regularly has luncheon alternating between His Highness Valdassare and His Highness Faustelaude.”

Hmm. So, it was Faus’s turn last time. He ran away, though.

“Why does it have to be “rice”?”

I felt like if it was just a meal with His Holiness, a child’s lunch or whatever would be fine. 

The court lady also tilted her head at my question.

“By tradition, the meal His Holiness is obligated to eat is ‘rice.’ That’s the same even when he has meals with the princes.” 

“For example, could His Highness Faustelaude and His Holiness have separate menus?” 

“I have never heard of such a precedent.”

The court lady was troubled. 

I was also troubled. 

There were cases where even the parties concerned did not have the authority to change precedent due to some traditions, religious, or other reasons. 

I wanted to learn a little more about this ‘rice’ restriction and its reasoning. 

Then any loopholes could be discovered.

“I’ll try asking uncle!”

Perhaps because he had seen the court lady and myself tilt our heads in thought, Faus had stood up cheerfully in order to help.

“Your Highness, His Holiness is a very busy man. It would be a nuisance.” 

“Uncle takes a walk every day.” 

“It’s not as if he is playing.” 

“Mm…” 

“Could you please request His Highness Simone for a change in the menu? Or at least mention it.”

I asked the court lady, who was having trouble calming Faus, who was about to lunge towards where the High Priest was at work. 

I could tell from her expression that it was a very impossible request to grant.

“I will report it for now. Please don’t expect too much.”

This was one of the good things about this country; they wouldn’t immediately dismiss what kids had to say.

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