Chapter 116: 116 115. Shime Salt Soup Pasta

"Wolf didn't eat much today, did he?"

"It was training until before I went. The Red Bear ate and drank properly."

In the carriage, Wolfe answers Darya's query in an ambiguous manner.

Today's dinner party, the red bear (Red Bear) is suitable for white wine, black beer, or dry eastern liquor. While we talked about that, we ate and drank.

But usually, Wolff, who lightly taunts meat and bread for two or three servings, didn't ask for extra.

"Was today's training pretty tough?

"Not really. The shield happened to be in the dovetail. I'm fine now."

"Um, could it be harassment again or something?

"No, I was just flown by Randolph's shield in training"

Will the Demon Crusade Force also play interpersonal games?

Apparently, the question was on his face. Wolfe went on to explain.

"Randolph is a demon, training last minute to avoid coming in. Randolph is in good shape, he imitates his movements well, and he can jump up his shield just like the big pig (Big Wild Bore) way up his fangs. So, when I tried to fight back, I was jumping up, and my shield went into the pigeon tail and swept up."

"Isn't that pretty painful...?

"I couldn't breathe for a while. Still, there's a Heavenly Wolf bracelet, so I let the shock escape, and I was able to evacuate it right to the safety zone."

"Um, what happens if you can't get away from Master Randolph?

"Basics, gently plucked. If there's anybody nearby, they'll pick it up before it gets to the ground, and the cleric's standing and waiting. There were no injuries today."

I remember and convince Randolph of his brilliant body.

I don't know the size of a big pig (Big Wild Bore). But it seems pretty spicy to scratch him as hard as he can run.

But the fact that you have to fight back against it is also that red armor (scarlet armor) looks spicy.

"Um, I'm going to make snacks when I get back to the tower, but how about Wolf?

"Honestly, thank you. Really, every time I get a treat."

"No, I'm renting you a carriage, and if you think of the binoculars (bicorns) material as a substitute, I'm much more 'boggling'"

"'Bokuri'... Darya doesn't look good at all."

"... 'Contribute as best you can' doesn't look quite right either"

That's a joke Wolf told me the day he first sent me to the tower.

I may have forgotten if I told you.

"... I didn't get scolded for saying 'I won't say such frivolous words' to Darya"

Apparently he remembered.

Hold your own jaw with your fingers and tilt your neck just a little. Wolfe with the idea face, just a little concerned.

"Darya, I reconsidered, if it were in the Green Tower Dining Room, I think it would be worth all the effort. So I think I'm right to say, 'Do your best'"

"How do I rethink what will..."

The joke without Wolfe's thump was no different from that day.

Returning to the tower, going upstairs, he took off his jacket and went to prep.

Wolfe shall be served carbonated water and salted butter cookies and shall be asked to sit down.

Hitting a dovetail could also be causing an unnoticed injury. He turned back that he was fine, but wanted him to rest.

When you go to the kitchen, remove the thinnest dry pasta from the shelves of the ingredients stock.

When you add the sergeant when boiling the dried pasta, it gets closer to the ramen noodles of the previous life. It has a slightly different texture and flavor but is a good substitute in this world.

While preparing the hot water, I started warming the chicken soup I had in the fridge with a little salt.

When the noodles are boiled, place them in a deep dish and pour in the hot soup. On top of that, the loose body of the steamed chicken that had been refrigerated, and the boiled eggs, were spilled with more green onions.

Although it is slightly impossible, the salted ramen broth "Salted Soup Pasta" was created.

Perhaps Wolfe would prefer the salt system to the sweet one if it were the simmer of liquor outside.

In the previous life, his contemporaries were ramenists in liquor shimeh, and his female predecessors were parfaits. I've dated both of them and they tasted good for each of them.

However, both definitely go to the next day's weight. I shall use that reflection only a little in this world, and keep my share half platter.

"It's salt soup pasta. White pepper if you like."

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Return to the living room and place a deep dish and chopsticks on the table, along with a fork and a large spoon.

Wolfe is in front of a deep dish, already twitching, and it's hard to pretend not to notice.

"... Eat it if it's easy to eat"

"Thank you, I'll take it"

Wolfe looks at Dahlia, who sat across the street, and takes the same chopsticks.

The hot salted soup pasta smelled good with chicken.

Pasta, with the addition of heavy cadets and a little more boiling time, has a texture close to that of ramen. You don't have to bite it. If you stick it, it goes through your throat.

The chicken soup is light, but with a little more salt, it went well with the noodles. It also goes well with the steamed chicken loose body and boiled eggs placed on top.

Steamed chicken and boiled eggs were stocked for my diet, but became just the right utensils. Might as well make chicken chashu in time.

It would seem a little familiar because of the memories of my previous life and the memories I had with my father Carlo.

After finishing the noodles, over a large spoon, combine the soup into a loose yellow body and eat in a bite.

In my mouth, I saw across the street tasting the yellow melting with the soup, and Wolfe barely chewed.

Didn't it taste right, or I just haven't chewed much because it's this noodle? What a concern he keeps eating when he sticks around in silence.

"... it was delicious..."

Finished eating the noodles and utensils to the end, drank all the soup and Wolfe finally said.

Satisfactorily decent golden eyes, a mouth angle that rose so well, and yet, an unplugged forehead sweat.

The salted soup pasta was also, apparently, a favorite.

"Why is soup pasta not soup pasta?

"Don't ask me philosophically all of a sudden. When I boiled some commercially dried pasta, I just added a little sergeant."

"This, regular noodles? Not special imports or anything?

"It's a big bag for virtue, and it's a regular pasta with seven pieces of copper coin."

"I'm not convinced...... how come here turns everything into something delicious?

At the earliest possible time, it is an argument.

The cooking method is just a little different, so it just outweighs the rarity.

To Wolfe the Ideal Face, Darya will try to suggest it for now.

"Shall I boil a little more? And there's stock of soup."

"Thank you. Would you mind telling me how to boil this pasta?

"I don't mind, do you boil pasta in the barracks?

"On an expedition, can't you?

"I thought it was a little harsh. There's plenty of water."

"I think I can do it because I have the water demon stone and the demon conductor"

Wolfe's eyes are serious, but the salt ramen dressing won't be for an expedition. It takes a lot of work because the soup and noodles are separate.

Technically in this world, it seems a little difficult to be an instant ramen.

"You should think about an expedition menu that won't take long...... should we put a recipe on the expedition stove that looks good? It's not so much a recipe as a sauce of grilled meat, dried food, or cheese fondue, which is the main dish I serve here."

"I'm very grateful, but like this, I also feel like I don't want to tell you subtly..."

"Maybe you'll take the cook's job?

It was inadvertent, but if there was a cook on the expedition, it would be something that the person would decide.

I might as well talk to Wolfe and have him reference it rather than put a recipe on the expedition stove - thinking about that, he shook his neck sideways.

"No, the soup on the expedition just boils hot water, so I haven't even decided who's in charge. Well, it's just like my assumptions. I feel the special feeling of the exclusive menu of the Green Tower diminishes..."

"I don't have that. 'Cause we make it out of towers and eat it. Isn't it exclusive to towers?"

"Well... I'll make it here and eat it, so tower only..."

What a delicate time there was for Wolf's crush.

Then I made a second glass of salted soup pasta while teaching him how to make it in a strange mood.

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