Saving 80,000 Gold in an Another World for Retirement Chapter 14 Part2

Today’s picture is Akebono’s fishing day from

“Well then, please wait here for a while”
Mitsuha said so and after guided Girl A, B, and C to seats at the table near the kitchen's corner, and headed toward the big pot on the gas range.

These seats are something Mitsuha had prepared since the beginning in preparation for private guests who would come someday, they had an unexpectedly quick debut. The kitchen itself has also been refurbished, decorated elegantly rather than the original practical though unpolished structure.
The hot water on the gas range too was something put on the stove before going to the bathroom for the demonstration. It was boiling for a while.

"What is that? There's a fire coming out?"

“I can’t help it. What else can I say? ”

"We bought it so you can wash it later"

"Yeah yeah. It was in master's education, “a servant needs observing eyes and the wisdom to make use of information” right"

"You don't remember much"

When girls ABC were making noise, Mitsuha brought the first dish. Fast. It’s only been a few minutes.
“First is the soup, this is minestrone”

Although she's surprised, she scoops with the spoon and drink for now.

“Delicious……”

And by the time we finish drinking the soup, the next dish…. Why is it so fast? It was only recently decided that you'll serve a meal for us!
“Coming from the sea, simmered yellowtail fish and radish”

"Ehh, f, fish!"

Huh, they have a strong reaction to fish like before. Is it taboo or something? Was that bad… no, they’re eating normally.
It seems canned yellowtail soup and plastic packs of radish have moderate responses. Okay, next in line, next!

“This is roast beef, please apply a small amount of sauce and enjoy yourselves”

Ahh, I bought this for dinner, a nice one…. Although it’s a super discount pack.

“This is simmered beef”
Yamatoni Beef (boiled with soy sauce, ginger, and sugar), six cans used.

"This is a grain risotto"
Retort porridge, 2 bags used.

After Mitsuha left to prepare the next dish, Girl C said in a whisper.

“Uwaaa, don’t say it! I was trying not to notice!"

“It's okay, that’s a good witch, a good witch……”
Girl A quietly mutters.

“This is beef stew”
Retorts that I bought for 100 each, 2 bags.

“This is ice cream, a dessert”

Six Chateraise popsicles I put in the refrigerator. I removed the sticks and put them in a gla.s.s container.

“This is amazake, a warm beverage. Please warm your body cooled from the previous dessert… ”
The ones that only need hot water even though it’s freeze-dried. No, it's delicious.

“I take it that you are satisfied?”

“M, mhm, there was no mistake in your words. It's the first time I ate such a delicious thing in my life…”

The feet of Girl C who tried to ask some disturbing questions were trampled at the same time. By Girl A and Girl B, one side each.

“So, thank you for everything.”

Mitsuha stops the three people who were about to return.

What was pa.s.sed over were many gold and silvery egg-shaped objects that in a horribly thin and light transparent jar.

Girl B replies in a miserable voice.
Three people went back home with a plastic container t.i.tled “Almond Chocolate Economy Size” treating it as something precious.

Hooray, my first sales to my first customer! Although I used a lot of retort and canned foods from my food stockpile, it's sufficient surplus considering the purchase and sale prices.

If those three people advertise at work, and rumors spread, maybe customers might come more and more. Ah, but, I'll be troubled with how busy it'll get if too many customers come. I wouldn’t have time to go to the bathroom. What should I do, I'm in trouble. Ehehe.

"What should we do?"

“If we eat this, it'll crawl up to the brain and then brainwash to control…”
"Don't say it~~~!!"

"What should we do?"

"That is what, nothing good happens if you broke the promise, refers to "

“Protect the promise”

“”You only have to protect the promise”, to not break it. So give it to the chef, Marcel-san, with a desperate look. Say it’s a souvenir from someone we met for the first time. We're not lying. Nor have we broken the promise. As we’re told to, just give the souvenir to a colleague. And if it's Marcel-san then he'll surely notice the abnormality of this “food”! I'm sure!"
Girl A with the silky hair. Girl B with a beautiful brooch. Girl C with almond chocolate inside a cheap container. The three people walk with a determined face. Let's believe in Marcel-san.

"…Whoa!"
Surrounded by three girls with scary faces, the chief chef of the Viscount King’s house, Marcel, was scared. What did you do, me?

"…This, a souvenir from someone we met for the first time!"

“Apparently, you remove the wrapper to eat them.”
As I thought, it was food.

Marcel was not brave enough to run away or refuse in this situation. He opened the lid of the container then fearfully put his hand inside the container and took out one of the packages. And peeled off the silver wrapping paper after examining it carefully.

"It’s brown. Something that has a sweet and rich aroma… ”

Making up his mind, he licked it.

“Hee!!"

Why are you guys screaming?

For now, I tried a small bite.

"Ahh, he ate it! he ate it!!"

Mou, what's with you guys…….

This crunchy feel and aromatic flavor!!

When Marcel shouted, he heard a voice from behind.

"What are you people clamoring for?"
“”M, ma’am…… “”

"..and it was handed over"

“What do you think?”
The head of the house, viscount Mateus von Liner tilts his neck at the words of his wife.

This is the lounge room in viscount Liner’s mansion at the capital. In addition to Mr. and Mrs. Liner, is the chef Marcel, girls A, B, and C, a total of six people from were at their seats.
Because the liner house is an emerging n.o.ble family who risen from commoner status since the previous head's generation, the hedge with the servants is low, and there are no objecting feelings against sharing the same table and talking with servants. They won't be scolded much even if they get lazy with the honorifics while being absorbed in the story.

“Hmm, a witch, huh…”

Girl A, Anke raises a voice to Mateus's mutter.
She probably feels very happy that her hair became so smooth.

“So, is there really no mistake a fish dish came out? It’s not dried, smoked, or salted”

To the chief chef, Marcel's skeptical question, Girl B, Britta affirmed with plenty of confidence. Girl C, Carla also agree. Marcel thought that implicitly said his cooking was unpleasant and felt a little down.

“Hmm, honestly, I can’t believe it.”
Mateus shakes his head at their words.

"10 days by wagon from a seaside fishing village. It will probably take 7 days even if it's a considerably fast wagon. Using a small and st.u.r.dy special carriage with a small load and continuously changing horses and coachmen one after another to run all night, and it still takes three days. Furthermore, even 1 small fish for 1 gold coin wouldn't be enough if it's delivered this way.
And even then, that's only to the extent where it's possible if it's winter when snow and ice can be used. Obtaining them in this season is impossible. Even boiling and regularly pa.s.sing them through a fire, no matter what it's impossible. Each time will take too long, and it'll be too cooked to make a decent dish”

Marcel also nods. He's well-informed in that area even though he's only a cook.
“Honestly, no matter how many times I think it through, it doesn’t help when I don't know…”

When the conversation stalled, Mateus’ wife, Amalia changed the subject.

“Ah, yes, as I mentioned earlier, it's the mysterious magical medicine…”

"Eh……"

"I’ll pay money! I’ll give around 16 silver coins! And after trying it once, I’ll return the rest of the medicine!"
In that case, everyone agrees. Although, the wife’s requests, no, orders couldn't be refused from the beginning.

“And, Britta, that brooch you have on……”

“Like that could be worth 8 silver coins!"

“Of course brooches are made by people. Are you saying that G.o.d made the others?"

“Are you saying it is fake…….”

Amalia had an expression that said she isn't convinced, but while there are people who misrepresent fakes as something real, she doesn't think that there is anyone who does the opposite. There is no merit. On the contrary, it is a big loss.

Carla quietly whispered.

“But, husband, if you could get unusual materials or cooking methods…”

“Please leave it to me”
Marcel lowered his head and exited the room.