CH 11
Chapter 11 – Dancers That Will Make You Drool Without Dancing
For some reason, my older brother and second older brother said, “You collect them, right?” and gave me slaves as if giving me mini four-wheel drives.
I don’t know what they are thinking but I accepted them.
I am slowly buying slaves because there’s a problem with the dormitory. In short, there is a shortage of accommodation.
「Seele-desu, I’m good at singing and dancing, 17 years old, virgin desu.」
My older brother gave me a human female with white skin and waist so thin that it looked like she'd break.
Her unusual pink hair is loosely curled and her bangs are tucked to the left and right. She’s also using some kind of balm perfume.
「Hunt-desu, I’m good at poetry and sewing, 19 years old, virgin desu.」
My second brother gave me an intellectual type human beauty with silver-rimmed glasses.
Her unusual green hair is pulled back in a tousled bun and is being held in place by an elegant wooden barrette.
They are both beautiful, young, stylish, and virgins. I’m sure they are expensive….
However, I neither need a dancer nor a bard in our adventurer party so, how shall I use them?
Ah, by the way, I was thinking of serving food and entertainment for Thanksgiving the month after the next as a community service.
「Can you cook?」
「Well, if it’s just home meal….」
「Same for me…」
「That’s good enough.」
Both of them look confused.
I grew up in a house with prodigal brothers and frankly speaking, I’m not interested in anyone other than my future wife or a businesswoman who can help me in the future.
Even though they are slaves, they are still humans and if we were to have a strange physical relationship, there would be things that I would not be able to break away from.
I don’t want my life to be a daytime drama.
I’m traumatized by the discovery of an illegitimate child. Just remembering how my elder brother’s wife almost broke his head open gives me the chill.
「I’m planning to serve new creative dishes at the Thanksgiving the month after the next so you’re going to help me develop them.」
「Understood.」
「I can’t make anything great….」
After my previous failed attempt at making potato chips, a subsequent failed attempt at making whipped cream, and a mass food poisoning incident with the cheesecake, I think I finally found the answer.
If I can't do it myself, I’ll have someone else do it for me.
To begin with, my basic policy is to “train others”.
Slaves will not betray you which means your effort in training slaves will not betray you.
Unlike the efforts in the company, where your efforts will all be wasted, efforts with return are enjoyable.
Ever increasing quotas….
Non increasing salaries….
Ugh, my head….
And so, a week later.
As the two gradually got used to their new lives, we began the development of menus for Thanksgiving.
「We’re going to make pasta?」
「We learned how to make it from the slaver.」
In these parts, pasta is an old, popular, home-style dish.
However, strangely enough, there are only variations of macaroni like pasta and not a long one.
They also don’t boil pasta very much so they are either baked or fried.
Thus, I decided to take advantage of the situation and make spaghetti or noodle pasta and serve it to this world.
I finally became OP with my otherworld knowledge cheat.
「First, you must roll the dough thinly.」
「Thinly?」
「Then, you’ll put it between the bars of this machine and turn this wheel counterclockwise.」
I’m the type of guy that goes all out even at the first try.
I had already had a blacksmith make a custom-made pasta machine for making spaghetti.
Once the thin dough is fed in that machine, its teeth will make the dough into noodles.
It cost me a lot of money to have several prototypes made but I’m willing to spend any amount of money to become OP.
I was originally going to make the chef of our house cook it for me….
However, I was lucky enough to surprisingly be given with new employees so I thought I should just do it with my own people.
….it’s already night and there’s no result.
The cooking research I started before lunchtime was a series of minor failures and we didn’t even finish making spaghetti dough before dinner.
The dough was not appropriately kneaded and became saggy and it didn’t pass well through the pasta machine.
However, after many failed attempts, the two had gotten the hang of it and it seemed like they would be able to succeed next time.
Outside, the moon is rising and only the light from the magic lantern illuminates the room.
It’s a good thing that I brought a two-burner magic stone stove for commercial use to the hot water supply room for the servants. If we do this in the kitchen, the chefs would have given them a hard time.
I was preparing the ingredients for the sauce as I watched the two sleepy-looking ladies working.
The only pasta I had ever made was pepperoncino, which I made at a college school festival and carbonara, which I made during high school cooking class.
Of course, there’s no way I would remember my high school cooking class so I chose pepperoncino.
Garlic, chili, smoked meat, oil, and salt and pepper for seasoning.
「Sawadi-sama, please look, it has become so thin!」
「That machine is amazing.」
「Yeah.」
I put the noodles they made into boiling water, bent my elbows, and brought my hands next to my face. I sprinkled salt in a cool way.
The salt ran down my arm and poured into the pot.
「Stir this slowly.」
「Understood.」
Next to Seele, who is stirring the pasta with a large wooden spatula, I put the oil, smoked meat, and sliced garlic in a frying pan and heated it up.
I fried the garlic and smoked meat and when they were cooked, I put some sliced chilis.
Upon smelling it, I add some of the pasta cooking water on it.
It is said that it is better to have weak flavor than burnt garlic but I beg to differ.
When the sauce begins to emulsify, I scoop up the pasta using two forks and put them on the frying pan.
In no time, it’s done.
Pepperoncino is so easy that even I can do it.
However, it is very complex so if you want to eat some delicious pepperoncino, you can only go to a fancy restaurant.
「Is it….done?」
「It smells delicious.」
「Yeah, try it.」
I put the peperoncino on three plates and put them on the table.
They seemed to be struggling with eating noodles for the first time but I was relieved that their reaction wasn’t that bad.
I took a bite.
Yeah, it’s too salty.
I put too much salt.
As I got up to get some water, a glass came out from behind me.
「Thanks.」
「Y-yeah」
Hnn? Who’s behind!?
I turned around and was surprised to see that all of my slaves were there.
「I smelled something delicious so….」
「……..wh…..at….?」
「I could smell some garlic all the way outside.」
「I volunteer to be a poison taster.」
Ah….
「Can you still make dough?」
「Eh!?」
「Y-yeah….」
They look exhausted but I have to get them work hard for a little longer.
There are a lot of people behind my slaves.
The head butler, Chicken, my big brother’s wife, and even father.
This is a mess.
In the end, the sound of the pasta machine echoed in the Schenker house until midnight.
AN: The Cocky Reincarnator Episode 2
For some reason, my older brother and second older brother said, “You collect them, right?” and gave me slaves as if giving me mini four-wheel drives.
I don’t know what they are thinking but I accepted them.
I am slowly buying slaves because there’s a problem with the dormitory. In short, there is a shortage of accommodation.
「Seele-desu, I’m good at singing and dancing, 17 years old, virgin desu.」
My older brother gave me a human female with white skin and waist so thin that it looked like she'd break.
Her unusual pink hair is loosely curled and her bangs are tucked to the left and right. She’s also using some kind of balm perfume.
「Hunt-desu, I’m good at poetry and sewing, 19 years old, virgin desu.」
My second brother gave me an intellectual type human beauty with silver-rimmed glasses.
Her unusual green hair is pulled back in a tousled bun and is being held in place by an elegant wooden barrette.
They are both beautiful, young, stylish, and virgins. I’m sure they are expensive….
However, I neither need a dancer nor a bard in our adventurer party so, how shall I use them?
Ah, by the way, I was thinking of serving food and entertainment for Thanksgiving the month after the next as a community service.
「Can you cook?」
「Well, if it’s just home meal….」
「Same for me…」
「That’s good enough.」
Both of them look confused.
I grew up in a house with prodigal brothers and frankly speaking, I’m not interested in anyone other than my future wife or a businesswoman who can help me in the future.
Even though they are slaves, they are still humans and if we were to have a strange physical relationship, there would be things that I would not be able to break away from.
I don’t want my life to be a daytime drama.
I’m traumatized by the discovery of an illegitimate child. Just remembering how my elder brother’s wife almost broke his head open gives me the chill.
「I’m planning to serve new creative dishes at the Thanksgiving the month after the next so you’re going to help me develop them.」
「Understood.」
「I can’t make anything great….」
After my previous failed attempt at making potato chips, a subsequent failed attempt at making whipped cream, and a mass food poisoning incident with the cheesecake, I think I finally found the answer.
If I can't do it myself, I’ll have someone else do it for me.
To begin with, my basic policy is to “train others”.
Slaves will not betray you which means your effort in training slaves will not betray you.
Unlike the efforts in the company, where your efforts will all be wasted, efforts with return are enjoyable.
Ever increasing quotas….
Non increasing salaries….
Ugh, my head….
And so, a week later.
As the two gradually got used to their new lives, we began the development of menus for Thanksgiving.
「We’re going to make pasta?」
「We learned how to make it from the slaver.」
In these parts, pasta is an old, popular, home-style dish.
However, strangely enough, there are only variations of macaroni like pasta and not a long one.
They also don’t boil pasta very much so they are either baked or fried.
Thus, I decided to take advantage of the situation and make spaghetti or noodle pasta and serve it to this world.
I finally became OP with my otherworld knowledge cheat.
「First, you must roll the dough thinly.」
「Thinly?」
「Then, you’ll put it between the bars of this machine and turn this wheel counterclockwise.」
I’m the type of guy that goes all out even at the first try.
I had already had a blacksmith make a custom-made pasta machine for making spaghetti.
Once the thin dough is fed in that machine, its teeth will make the dough into noodles.
It cost me a lot of money to have several prototypes made but I’m willing to spend any amount of money to become OP.
I was originally going to make the chef of our house cook it for me….
However, I was lucky enough to surprisingly be given with new employees so I thought I should just do it with my own people.
….it’s already night and there’s no result.
The cooking research I started before lunchtime was a series of minor failures and we didn’t even finish making spaghetti dough before dinner.
The dough was not appropriately kneaded and became saggy and it didn’t pass well through the pasta machine.
However, after many failed attempts, the two had gotten the hang of it and it seemed like they would be able to succeed next time.
Outside, the moon is rising and only the light from the magic lantern illuminates the room.
It’s a good thing that I brought a two-burner magic stone stove for commercial use to the hot water supply room for the servants. If we do this in the kitchen, the chefs would have given them a hard time.
I was preparing the ingredients for the sauce as I watched the two sleepy-looking ladies working.
The only pasta I had ever made was pepperoncino, which I made at a college school festival and carbonara, which I made during high school cooking class.
Of course, there’s no way I would remember my high school cooking class so I chose pepperoncino.
Garlic, chili, smoked meat, oil, and salt and pepper for seasoning.
「Sawadi-sama, please look, it has become so thin!」
「That machine is amazing.」
「Yeah.」
I put the noodles they made into boiling water, bent my elbows, and brought my hands next to my face. I sprinkled salt in a cool way.
The salt ran down my arm and poured into the pot.
「Stir this slowly.」
「Understood.」
Next to Seele, who is stirring the pasta with a large wooden spatula, I put the oil, smoked meat, and sliced garlic in a frying pan and heated it up.
I fried the garlic and smoked meat and when they were cooked, I put some sliced chilis.
Upon smelling it, I add some of the pasta cooking water on it.
It is said that it is better to have weak flavor than burnt garlic but I beg to differ.
When the sauce begins to emulsify, I scoop up the pasta using two forks and put them on the frying pan.
In no time, it’s done.
Pepperoncino is so easy that even I can do it.
However, it is very complex so if you want to eat some delicious pepperoncino, you can only go to a fancy restaurant.
「Is it….done?」
「It smells delicious.」
「Yeah, try it.」
I put the peperoncino on three plates and put them on the table.
They seemed to be struggling with eating noodles for the first time but I was relieved that their reaction wasn’t that bad.
I took a bite.
Yeah, it’s too salty.
I put too much salt.
As I got up to get some water, a glass came out from behind me.
「Thanks.」
「Y-yeah」
Hnn? Who’s behind!?
I turned around and was surprised to see that all of my slaves were there.
「I smelled something delicious so….」
「……..wh…..at….?」
「I could smell some garlic all the way outside.」
「I volunteer to be a poison taster.」
Ah….
「Can you still make dough?」
「Eh!?」
「Y-yeah….」
They look exhausted but I have to get them work hard for a little longer.
There are a lot of people behind my slaves.
The head butler, Chicken, my big brother’s wife, and even father.
This is a mess.
In the end, the sound of the pasta machine echoed in the Schenker house until midnight.
AN: The Cocky Reincarnator Episode 2
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