Most of it was sold as is, but some was brought back to the inn and left with the old man.
It is used to upgrade our meals and to pay for our lodging.
But it won't be like this if you just cook it. It's your father's skill.
"Hmm.
The old man sniffed without expression, but seemed subtly pleased.
Haruka's skewers are delicious, but my dad's cooking is also delicious.
There must be some secret in the preparation.
You can't get this kind of crispy texture from skewers.
And yet, it's not expensive. Why is the food at the food stalls so bad when the food at the old man's place, which is not much different in price, is so good?
He snorted in frustration as I asked him a genuine question.
"Because they're amateurs, that's why.
"Amateurs? They run a food stall?
Most of them are retired adventurers. Most of them are retired adventurers. They never wanted to be cooks.
If you ask me, I've heard that food stalls are one of the most common jobs for adventurers who have retired due to injury or age.
At least, not in this town.
The reason is simple.
Based on the taste of the food stalls they ate when they were active, they think, "I can do that kind of work myself.
Even if the cost is a little low, if you have the skill, you can make something edible. But they don't have that. They're half-baked. That's all they are." ......
As expected of a man who is a good cook, he had a lot to say about such things, and he spoke at length, which was unusual for a quiet old man.
He was a good cook and had a lot to say on the subject. To get a good meal.
No, that's no good either. Some guys save up some money while they're still working and set up store.
"No! So there's no way to avoid bad food? ......
It's easy. Just eat at my place. That's all there is to it.
That's all there is to it." The old man grinned.
Do you want some more? We still have some eggs left.
"Sure. ......
Luxury is the enemy.
But Nao and Haruka are currently on a date.
That means it's okay to splurge a little.
Good. "Okay, Dad, I'll have more of the same. Put an egg on top too!
After waiting for a while, enjoying the smell of the food again, the same bread with meat came out.
But this time, there were two eggs.
I looked at the old man and he nodded his head.
We had some left over from yesterday. It's for you.
"Really? Lucky!
I thought eggs lasted a long time at room temperature, but I guess it's a little different here.
But in my stomach, a little old is nothing.
Why should I complain about more delicious food?
I'll eat one as it is, and taste the other with the meat on top.
I never really thought about fried eggs as something I liked or disliked, but here, where there is not much variation in cuisine, they are quite a treat.
Not only the yolk, but also the white part is delicious.
We get it from a decent supplier.
Oh, really?
I don't know if the taste of the white meat changes depending on how it's raised, but it's delicious, so there's nothing wrong with that.
I savored the little luxury with a subtle sense of immorality.
--In the evening, when Nao came home, she told me about the common sense story, without thinking about it.