Limited Time, Kitchen Maid of the Fourth Knight Order ~I Got a Job Because I Don’t Want to Get Married~ – Chapter 139

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

While drinking juice, I had a casual chat with Maurice.

Because Maurice was so sick in the head earlier to the point of being incomprehensible, I sat a bit farther away than usual.

Maurice didn’t say anything and just watched my actions intently.

“You’re quite skilled.”

“I make it every day.”

“What’s your specialty dish?”

“Uh. . . what could it be.”

Being asked that, I can’t immediately think of something I’m skilled at. Both my family and the lord knights have enjoyed whatever I made.

It wasn’t something unusual like ramen, but rather the well-received meaty, caloric. . . hmm.

“Isn’t it curry?”

“It’s not decided that this dish is curry. Once you taste it and assert that it’s curry, then I’ll say my specialty is curry.”

Slowly finishing my juice, I start on the next curry.

The one I made earlier is a cross between authentic home-made curry and restaurant-style curry. Authentic ones are delicious, but what I’m most familiar with is home-made curry.

Authentic dishes can be eaten when dining out, but the ideal home-made curry is hard to find.

In other words, as a Japanese, curry is a familiar dish, and that’s why I’m so particular about it!

I like curry with lots of onions and chunky ingredients! A moderate amount of potatoes, with fried vegetables is the best! Any meat is delicious, but well-stewed is preferable!

And what I can’t compromise on is the rice. . .! Once I was excited to find cheap rice, cooked it at home, and was so disappointed by its taste that I was down for a week.

How high the quality of rice I used to eat in my previous life was. . .!

The Fourth Knight Order had a variety of good rice, which I was allowed to eat as part of my meals. It was delicious. I ate it more often than bread.

Sweet and sticky rice is indeed the best. . .!

“So, next, I’ll make a curry that tastes a bit different. This one will be cooked until all the vegetables have dissolved.”

I plan to change the taste a bit by adding demi-glace sauce to this one. Also, just in case, I’ve decided to make a Hayashi rice that looks similar.

I’ll have them all tasted and ask which one they would call curry.

Since there are only two stoves in the stall, I have nothing to do while the dishes are simmering. There’s nothing in particular to do.

I’d ask Maurice something, but I’m not good at that. It would seem suspicious.

So, both of us are just staring blankly at the pot. What’s this all about.

Other than when I stir the pot and dissolve the vegetables, time just passes by.

Usually, I’m consulted by Maurice about Marie Ange, so this is what happens when Maurice says nothing.

“. . .Do you think there’s a next life?”

A small voice dropped, melting away with the scent of curry.

“There is.”

Because I, who have experienced a previous life, exist.

“Definitely?”

“Absolutely. But, there seem to be people who can’t go to the next life, right? Isn’t it normal to forget everything about the previous life when you’re reborn?”

“. . .You sound quite confident.”

“Because, if there were previous and next lives, everyone would talk about it more casually, wouldn’t they? Since they don’t, I think it’s because there are no memories.”

“Not that. You believe in the next life wholeheartedly.”

“Wouldn’t it be more romantic if there were?”

 ㅤ

Perhaps in the next life, we might meet Roa-sama and the others again. Just thinking about it somehow makes me happy.

“. . .Romantic, isn’t it? Yeah, it is.”

Maurice fell silent, and I passed the time occasionally stirring the curry and checking on it.

The first batch of curry was ready, and I began making Hayashi rice on the now-free burner. Everything was finished two hours later.

It’s been three hours since Maurice left the lab. I’m relieved that I managed to buy at least the minimum amount of time necessary.

“Darn it! When the curry was served, what did you eat it with?! Bread? Or was it rice?”

“It was flatbread.”

Naan, that is!

I can’t make naan. . . Because my curry always goes with rice! That’s one thing I wouldn’t compromise on!

“Well, we can’t do anything about what we don’t have. Please try eating with the drink I’m about to make.”

I’m making lassi. It’s simple and delicious, and even without curry, lassi is delightful.

I fill a glass with plenty of ice and insert a straw.

“Ah, we can’t expand the table, can we?”

I brought a foldable table for the stall, but there’s no space to spread it out in this empty lot.

“Maybe we should let the table spill out onto the path a little.”

It’s probably easier to capture something outside the stall than inside, right?

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