「Thank you for waiting」
I managed to hold the bowl to the country, trying not to spill the soup.
Sawadi-san looked at the peperoncino in the bowl with wide eyes.
He then thrust his fork, took a bite, exhaled a little, and looked up to the heaven.
Eh? What is happening?
Is it good? Or bad?
「This is……」
「D-do you like it!?」
「Wait a minute……this can’t be……」
Sawadi-san lifted his bowl, drank the soup, nodded, put his hand on his chin and spoke.
「This is ramen!」
「Ramen, is it?」
「Yes, ramen.」
「What is ramen!?」
Is there a similar dish somewhere?
「Ramen is a dish from the east……more importantly, how did you shrink the noodles? We weren’t able to make it this thin.」
「The noodles are specially made to be mixed with the broth so I used a lot of flour while molding it! The soup is made from simmering pork bones and dried gehageha at low heat……」
Nodding enthusiastically at my explanation, Sawadi-san slurped at the noodles once more.
「It’s really ramen! I can’t believe I’d be able to eat it here!」
「Is it really delicious?」
「It’s insanely delicious! This is what I originally wanted to make when we made fried noodles.」
「Heh」
I didn’t know that.
To think that this special peperoncino was the source of that preserved food that is said to be supplied to the military.
「It’s really delicious. So good…..I wish Laura-san could have some.」
With tears in the corners of his eyes, Sawadi-kun sucked down the noodles in one gulp and even drank all the soup.
It was a great honor for me as a chef to hear him say that he liked my ramen so much.
However, where on earth did he taste ramen?
「You! It’s a set meal!」
「Ah, right, today’s set meal is stew.」
「Ramen and stew……」
Sawadi-san looked at the plate of stew laid out next to the empty bowl and made an indescribable expression on his face.
Did he not like the stew?
「Pops, can I order an omelet?」
「Of course, I’ll cook a special one with five eggs for you.」
「Thanks」
Perhaps it was because I was praised for my special peperoncino, my body moves in a completely different way than before.
For the first time in a while, I served Pickles with my usual omelet happily.
「That looks good. Give me a bite.」
「Ah, here here」
Sawadi-san smiled happily as he tasted the fluffy omelet with soup stock in it.
I guess Sawadi-san prefers the omelet too.
It can’t be helped. That’s just the way it is.
「Pickles, I’ll give you this stew.」
「Okay, itadakimasu」
Given that he gives away the stew, he’ll probably ask for an omelet too.
I picked up two eggs and prepared the other ingredients since he’ll surely ask me to cook for him.
「Owner.」
「Yes!」
「Another serving of special peperoncino!」
「Eh! Wha, eh!?」
I’m already cracking the egg when I was kicked by mother, who’s beside me, at my butt again.
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From that day on, I set the price of the omelet back to the original.
I had more confidence in myself now.
Since I could even get a top brass ask for a second serving, that means my skill is not something to be underestimated.
I’m not just a guy who cooks eggs.
There are people out there who understand me.
「Owner! Omelet set!」
「Yeah!」
「Omelet set for me too! And Sake!」
「Yes yes!」
「I think I’ll have this Sawadi set.」
「Sawadi set, right away!」
That special peperoncino was named after the man who acknowledged my skill, Sawadi-san.
Perhaps because of the name, the Schenker people started ordering it.
Cooking is all about studying.
If you study hard, you will be acknowledged in many ways.
However, I feel apologetic when Sawadi-san returned and brought his high noble wife only to see his name on the set menu. He looks like he swallowed a bitter bug.
After all, only his name was there.
Should I make a set meal and name it “Slayra set” for his wife?
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