Spice Bakudeku の小説・ストーリー

He continued, "Purple is the soy sauce in the patchwork sauce. The sauce in the authentic sauce is made of professional sea bake dried fish! But there is obviously a very fresh flavor of spice in it!" "Yes, because we don't have a chef from the sushi here, we can't make those professional flavors, so we can only bring him some soy sauce!" Yang Xiao was present, so the waiter could only tell the truth. Yang Xiao laughed and said, "There is no need to talk about ginger. There is basically one in every country. Now, the sushi is mainly composed of four types, Buddha's relics, seeds, tears, and purple. How can it be called a top-grade suhsi?"

"Let's go and bathe, then I cook and we talk over dinner." He kissed me gently on my lips and led me up the stairs towards the bathroom.

However, everyone tried their best to hide their shock. "Ms. Becca Rodrigues, please tell me about yourself. And what is the name of the disk which you have prepared?" "Hello, sir, My name is Becca Rodrigues.", She replied in English but with a Portuguese accent. A scowl appeared on my face, hearing all the tons of lies. About everything, but then I reminded myself that this was an act. "The welcome drink I have prepared Cachaca, made from fermented sugarcane juice and is best known as the fiery kick in caipirinhas, I have prepared fried bar snacks as a starter, and as a main course, I have prepared Barbecued meat, and last but not least, I have prepared Brigadeiros in a dessert."

His words were sharp like a knife and immediately sparked my anger. "Shut up! I'm hungry. Do your mathematics later and let me order some food!" My yelling seemed to terrify him a bit, and he shook his head while sliding the menu toward me. I ordered enough food for both of us, including hot, steamy vegetable momos, a hot plate of spiced noodles, and none other than siddu. Siddu is a special dish from Himachal Pradesh, a kind of steamed bun made from whole wheat flour and filled with various ingredients. Just talking about it sounds delicious. Eventually, all the dishes arrived one by one, and I began devouring them. The food was light, tasty, and spicy, capturing the authenticity of the cit

Baihe apologized to the three. “Baihe, take the spices to your table. All you have to do is sprinkle a little on your meal to make it taste as well as ours. Only watch for this one. It’s considered spicy and will burn your mouth if not careful.” Blake said and handed the spices to Baihe to take with her.

Noah said yes, and we also ate the same dish, after Noah asked the waiter at the restaurant, the name of the dish was Bebek Betutu. This food is made from duck. I'm not sure how to beat the cooking, which is certain that in the first bite I already felt the pleasure of the food, there is a unique spice that is the spice of the dish. This is very delicious," I said. Noah nodded in agreement with me.

followed him out to the bar. "What's your poison?" He asked me as went around the bar. "Martini?" Ugh of course he'd suggest that. "Crown and Redbull. Double shot." He was behind the bar making it. "Where are you from?" He asked. "England, but I've been around." He turned around and placed the drink in front of me. I was already a few drinks in but I needed a reason to go in and to feel him out. His elbows rested on the bar just looking at me. He held his hand out to me. "Jace." I grabbed my drink and took it all back and put it in his hands right before I put a 50 bill on the countertop. "Thanks for the drink, Jace." I think he was taken back really. Probably because with an ego as big as

His mouth didn't stop chewing. "I give coconut flour on the beef rendang, Sir. Roasted coconut which is finely ground. As for the spicy fish, it's typical of the Banyuwangi area. It has a sour, sweet and spicy taste. However, I reduced the spiciness. Is there something missing, sir?" I'm nervous too. Just like a cooking test. Hope he likes it. "No, really. I like all of them. Anyway, don't call me sir. It's just like the colonial era," he said with a chuckle. He can be funny too.

I left. Miaka's inquisitive face is the first to welcome me as I return to the village's main house, where the gathering is always held. She was carrying a stack of dried banana leaves, which were used to wrap the sticky rice known as budbod, a popular delicacy in our village. "What's your deal with Mr. Sainthood?" she asks cynically, her voice tinged with suspicion. "Nothing." She looked unconvinced. Well, if I were in her shoes, I might react similarly.