085: Pyonkichi and lunch

“Done!” Al

A cute rabbit made from an apple slice is completed in the mansion’s kitchen. The bright red skin of the skin complements the pale yellow color of the flesh. The arch of the apple skin was reminiscent of a real rabbit. The craftsmanship amazes with two ears made out of the skin and two eyes made out of apple seeds. This isn’t a snack, but a work of art. I’m not sure whether it’s due to my skill or the quality of the apple, but it’s great. It feels like a waste, but if it sits out, the flesh turns brown.

It’s cute, but I have to eat it. Oh, but it’s so pitiful, is there no way to avoid it. Hmm, I’ve heard that if you put salt water on the flesh, it can retard the process of discoloration. I grab some salt and water from the kitchen and try to let the rabbit live a little longer. I walked into my room and looked at the rabbits lined up on a plate.

“Ah, you’re so cute. You guys can stick around longer if I put some salt water on you, right?” Al

While making that joke, I poked the ears of my apple rabbits. Of course, I haven’t eaten any of them yet, it would take a lot of courage to eat such beautiful works of art, right? Hmm, should I give names to them now?

“Oh, it’s sliced apples. I’ll have one, thanks” Eleanora

Suddenly there was one less rabbit as it was eaten by Eleanora. I was about to name that one Pyonkichi, now I wish I hadn’t tried to name them.

“What are you doing? There are eight, so isn’t it fine to give me a few? Also, why are they a little salty?” Eleanora

Eleanora made a dissatisfied face while eating poor Pyonkichi’s head. He’s a bit salty because I wanted him to live longer.

“That’s not the point! Like, you could appreciate the appearance? Look at the ears, they’re like cute little rabbits.” Al

I appealed with another rabbit, but Eleanora only took it from my hand, then removed the eyes and ate it. What a terrible fate…

“No matter how you change the shape, it’s best to eat them when you’re hungry.” Eleanora

Eleanora made a statement unlike a girl of her age, before throwing the rest of the apple slice into her mouth. I can hear her crunch the apple in her mouth.

Food is more than just taste, it can also depend on aroma, appearance, texture, and plating. The proportion of visual attraction is around 20% of the perception of the food, so it’s an important factor. I should find a way to get that point across to Eleanora.

“Eleanora, weren’t you training with the village militia later today?” Al

“Yes, that’s right. Does Al want to come?” Eleanora

Eleanora perks up, she must think I’m interested in joining.

“I’ll have to decline.” Al

“Why?” Eleanora

Why should I have to practice on a day when I’m not assigned to practice? Even though I was given extra practice when I got back from the royal capital?

Did Eleanora complain to Nord that I should have increased training? Silvio said Eleanora was bored when her normal sparring partners were on the royal capital trip. It seems Silvio was forced to practice to reduce her boredom. Silvio seems to have picked up some new skills from all the extra practice he was given. I’m worried he’ll get too good for me to practice against.

If I went to the practice, I should be able to meet Emma, but that’s not worth the trouble. I have to be careful, Eleanora might drag me along if I look guilty.

Anyway, Bartolo will make Eleanora a packed lunch for her today. Perhaps I can make the lunch, and teach her a lesson on appearance. In order to not appear guilty, I’ll pretend to be disinterested and eat an apple slice. The sweetness of the apple is exquisite, but the salty taste is a bit annoying. Oh, I just ate one even though I didn’t mean to.

“Well, that’s fine. You’re always welcome to come along.” Eleanora

What a negative idea, Eleanora grabbed another of the apple slices and put it in her mouth. She walked to the door and left, closing the door with one of her feet. I don’t plan on going even with that sort of invitation.

In the end, the apple slices were so cute I couldn’t eat them. I handed the remaining slices over to Silvio and went downstairs. It’s not that they were too delicious or that there was too much salt water put on the slices, they were too precious to me to eat.

When I went down to the first floor, I can smell a sweet smell coming from the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen, I spotted Bartolo forming cookie dough into cute shapes. It’s a fun juxtaposition to see the buff Bartolo acting like a patisserie.

“What are you laughing at?” Bartolo

Bartolo glares at me when he notices I’m standing in the kitchen entrance. I’m a little worried that Bartolo seems so annoyed, but the sweet smell makes it hard to stay worried.

“Good morning Bartolo, I hope you’re well today.” Al

“What’s going well? Because of your comment, I’m making sweets every single day! Help out some, won’t you?” Bartolo

When I raise my hand to say hello, Bartolo complains in a loud voice. Please return my greeting normally.

“No, we got it because of Elna’s negotiations. Rather, I should thank you, she would have been reluctant to buy it otherwise.” Al

“Ugh, you bastard” Bartolo

“Rather, can I borrow a corner of the kitchen for a while” Al

“Oh! Are you going to help out with the sweets?” Bartolo

“No, have you already made Eleanora’s packed lunch?” Al

“No, not yet? Kid, do you want to make it?” Bartolo

“Yeah, there’s something I want to try…” Al

“I’m leaving!” Eleanora

“Just a second” Al

Eleanora is going off for militia practice with her wooden sword, I catch her before she can leave. She was about leave without her lunch or water, it’s going to be a long training.

“Oh? Does Al want to join?” Eleanora

“I’m not going, but I did grab your lunch box, along with a towel and water bottle. Bartolo gave them to me.” Al

“Unusually diligent today…” Eleanora

When I handed the basket of items over to Eleanora, she looked suspiciously at me. How rude, I’m always trying to take care of my dear sister.

“Well, today at least” Al

When I responded, Eleanora snorted before opening the door and leaving. She shakes her ponytail before leaving.

“Then, I’m off” Eleanora

The door closes and Bartolo appears from around the corner.

“Kid, did you really give her that lunch?” Bartolo

“Yeah, I’m trying to make a point about the appearance of food.” Al

“I guess that makes sense. I’ve never seen the idea of making food that looks like insects and centipedes.” Bartolo

Noon

Eleanora dashed back to the mansion and dragged me along to the militia practice ground.

Just after she got a new lunch from Bartolo…

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