Ryouriban Chapter 11

Oden with everyone. (First Half)

 

Even after I recover, it never stops being busy.

But I was working with more motivation than before.

In this place with my precious family and comrades.

I came to think that I would like to treasure this.

 

It’s Shuri.

What was waiting for me after I had recovered from my cold were encouragements of recovery and everyone demanding meals.

Some complaints were “If you’re not here then the food is salty and doesn’t taste good”

Others were worries, “It’s great that you’re well. Be careful so that you won’t get sick again.”

And looking at the dish washing place were a pile of dishes where there still remained some unknown food sc.r.a.ps.

It’s like they were trying to cook, and failing, so it was inevitable that they tossed it away.

Just nearing it my nose seemed to go awry.

A rotting smell.

 

“Ganglabe-san. Didn’t you say it’s no good to waste ingredients?”

“Seriously… I’ll tell those guys properly”

 

Ganglabe-san seemed uncomfortable.

It appears he was actually unable to control his subordinates running wild.

 

“This cream stew is not supposed to be burnt to such a brown colour right?”

“No matter what you say it’s black”

“Just stop this please”

“Yea, you’re fired”

“Ganglabe-san, it’s useless even if you say that to run away.

In order for Riru-san to make hamburg steak she even sauteed minced beef. Furthermore there was no flavour.

I heard Cougar-san had even burnt himself wanting to create fried horse mackerel. That fish was cut into so many pieces that it was just fried fish b.a.l.l.s.

Ahrius-san didn’t put in any kelp so it was just tofu in water. It’s a boring flavour.

And you Ganglabe-san. You made this cream stew. Then you made it so that it was your subordinates fault, I know.”

 

I’m not cheating.

I just made a promise with Riru-san to teach her how to make hamburg steak later for the information.

I know about what everyone did!

 

“Well… tomorrow night I’m going to make something special”

“What? Special?”

“Therefore today I’ll be cheap, and even if I cook I’ll make less as a punishment”

“The flavour of your cooking… it’s been a while… making less… you say?”

 

Ganglabe-san zetsuboushimasu. (was looking hopeless.)

There’s no helping it. Wasting ingredients when someone is asleep is a heavy sin.

Naturally, I can’t blame them for cooking in order to survive.

However throwing it away to rot because you failed to cook it is out of the question.

 

In the end, the amount of food being slightly less ended after one day.

There was loud outcry from the other guys but everyone calmed down after I talked to them about wasting food.

As expected the power of ingredients is great.

And, then the night of the second day.

I got a few helpers to help with the preparation and created a gathering of several tens of people.

 

“And Shuri? What are you planning?”

 

Gathered on this table here was Ganglabe-san, Riru-san, Cougar-san, Ahrius-san, Teg-san and I.

With everyone of the commander positions and a gathering of the remaining appropriate comrades.

Riru-san hurriedly made around ten portable stoves for me, gathered them together and opened this meeting.

 

“Well everyone, for taking care of me when I was sick, thanks again.”

“So distant. Stopping acting so distant between us”

 

I’m thankful for Ahrius-san’s concern but, that’s not quite right.

 

“In my country’s language there’s a phrase