Reborn as A Holy Knight (Remake) Volume 2 Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Chapter 4 – Cooking for the Kids

“Huh? E-Emmy!? Why are you putting that whole thing in the pot?!”

Emmy was about to put several pieces of rabbit meat, cut into parts, straight into the pot, but I stopped her for the time being.

Since today’s main course is a rabbit and vegetable soup, putting rabbit meat in the pot itself is not that much of a problem.

But what she was putting there were huge blocks of meat that was just roughly cut on each body part.

“But it’s a soup, so it has to be simmered eventually?”

“Yes, but you have to cut it into bite-size pieces. Those huge chunks are a no-go.”

“Eeh? But didn’t we have knives and forks for that?”

“No, it’s soup, right? Why bother taking it out of the bowl and cutting it before eating?”

“Oh, I see! I didn’t think about that.”

After returning the blocks of meat she had grabbed to the prepping table, Emmy picked up a kitchen knife and began slamming it down on the meat.

“Stooooop! What are you doing?!”

“Slicing the meat into bite-size pieces?”

“You don’t have to slam the knife, you know? Just cut it slowly and smoothly like before.”

“But isn’t that the same as butchering? Also, isn’t it strange to use another type of knife to carve the meat into shape? My hunting knife is already fine, but I was always insisted on using this kitchen knife each time.”

“That’s because hunting knife is ideal for dismantling meat into parts, while kitchen knives are best at cutting multiple ingredients… you know what? I’ll do it. You can do something else in the meantime.”

From there, Emmy did a lot of things.

“――No, you start first with root crops because they take much longer to cook…”

“But we’re putting it in the same pot anyway. Is the order that important?”

“――Wait. You need to remove the scum first.”

“Scum?”

“――Just give me the ladle. I have to see first how it tastes.”

“But we’re going to eat it anyway. Why do we have to eat some now?”

Emmy is… a disaster.

As a desperate measure, I asked Emmy to go out to the store to buy some missing ingredients, while I proceeded to cook alone.

I had a reasonable supply of ingredients and had permission to use all the seasonings I could find in the pantry, so I decided to keep the seasoning simple and not too elaborate for easier imitation.

I had seen some dried pasta when we went shopping, so I asked Emmy to go buy it, and since there was tomato ketchup among the seasonings, I used the leftover ingredients to make a Naporitan dish.

There were also vegetable oil and potato-like ingredients, so I made French fries.

This and the meat and vegetable soup would be enough for a dinner menu.

“Yum!!”

“So yummy… Mr. Alf, this red pasta is the best!”

“The meat is so shoft…”

“The soup tastes great, too. Big brother ish amazing!”

“These fried potatoes are so good despite how simple it is! You’re a genius, Mr. Alf!”

“I’ve lived many years, but I don’t think I’ve ever had such good food. Thank you, Mr. Alfred.”

Well, with the modern Japanese seasonings that Xaneela has prepared for me, although I used it at a bare minimum this time, anyone can make it taste this good.

For example, vegetable soup is just the standard consommé with salt and pepper added, the Naporitan is just fried ingredients first with salt and then with ketchup and Worcestershire sauce to the pasta, and the French fries are just potatoes cut up, fried, and sprinkled with salt.

“I-I helped out too, you know…”

Everyone had happy faces as they sang praises about my delicious food.

Save for one person, which was Emmy, a little frustrated because everyone was only praising me.

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“Fufufu, Alf, you have become everyone’s favorite, haven’t you?”

“U-huh. Now that you think about it.”

I was playing with the kids after dinner, and before I knew it, it was totally late at night.

It was already dark, but the town’s main street was reasonably well-lit thanks to streetlights, and a few pedestrians passed by.

Walking side by side with Emmy on the night street, it was as if we were lovers, and I was secretly thrilled.

But the good times will soon come to an end.

We arrived at the “Cat’s Forehead” inn in no time.

“Well, this is my last stop.”

“Fufufu. Actually, I live here too.”

“Eh, really?”

Well, come to think of it, she had lunch at the dining hall here, so I guess it’s not strange.

The entrance to the inn is locked at sunset, but guests and residents are able to pass through without any problems.

There seems to be a security system that detects people via payment status. Emmy put her hand on the door, and it was unlocked with a click.

“I’m on the third floor.”

“Ah. I’m on the fifth. At the very end of the corridor.”

After I said that, I stopped moving. All I have to do is turn on my heel, walk up the stairs, go back to my room and get some rest… but to be honest, I don’t want to go into my room at this very moment.

I want to talk more with Emmy.

“Uhm, Emmy, can we chat a bit longer?”

So I took the plunge and told her straight up how I felt. Then Emmy smiled at me.

“Really? I am glad… I also enjoy talking with you, Alf, so I thought I would miss you a little if we separate now.”

Translator Notes.

[1]. Spaghetti naporitan (Neapolitan spaghetti, Japanese Ketchup Pasta).is a Japanese-style pasta dish made with a sauce that is tomato ketchup based. Also a standard waifu pasta menu item at those atrociously-priced maid cafés in Japan.

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