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The Strongest Hunter Who Was Not Allowed To Hunt Monsters Joined a Cooking Guild - Chapter 39

 

Souffle omelette is brought in.

 

What’s more, it’s a platter that four adults have to hold and carry.

 

I am surprised by the size of the platter, but also by the souffle inside.

 

It was lighter and five times larger than the souffle omelet I saw in the kitchen.

 

Furthermore, the fluffy part is exposed and shines in the sunlight.

 

A vermilion omelet that sets it apart from chicken eggs.

 

In addition, all the participants were amazed at the souffle omelet, which was so big that it was hard to tell how many chicken eggs were used.

 

The guild master raises the corner of his mouth thinly.

 

“Well, the first impression seems to have worked”

 

“Is it your work guild master?”

 

“Yeah. Producing ingredients is also one of the jobs of the cooking guild. Demon food is now the number one for the cooking guild.Moreover, it is still immature … However, there is still a deep-rooted prejudice against monster food. It’s our job to get rid of that. “

 

The guild master is said to be light-hearted, but turning something of a “negative” nature into a “positive” is not a trivial effort.

 

It may be the first time that they made it so exaggerated and pierce people’s hearts.

 

In fact, the big souffle omelet brilliantly caught the hearts of the participants.

 

Everyone stands up and praises with a standing ovation.

 

If this were a normal size souffle omelet, it wouldn’t have happened.

 

When they hear the Leviathan egg, everyone recalls the size of the egg.

 

In fact, it was larger than other roes, but if it was cooked into smaller pieces, it would be difficult to tell the grand size of Leviathan, let alone eggs.

 

If you’re smart, you’ll know this is a production, but when you see the giant souffle omelet, no one doesn’t clap their hands.

 

Take some from the giant souffle omelet and line them up on the table.

 

If you were to set it aside for everyone, the giant souffle omelet will cool down and the texture will be ruined. Many waiters rushed into the venue all at once with a small plate of souffle, and lined up in front of the participants one after another.

 

Finally, Leviathan’s souffle omelet, showing its scale, is taken of the veil.

 

“Let’s eat it.”

 

Everyone talks all at once.

 

Men and women of all ages, barons and dukes, regardless of status or honor, all smiled and ate a souffle omelet made from Leviathan eggs in their mouths.

 

“U ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

good!”

 

 

The venue turns into a crucible of excitement.

 

After all, it is good.

 

The rich richness of the egg that spreads the moment you put it in your mouth.

 

The softness you can feel the moment you chew. Immediately after, the rich richness and flavor as a fish egg spreads in the mouth and disappears with a lingering finish.

 

Yes. It’s like fireworks launched in the night sky.

 

Every time I put it on my tongue and bite it with my teeth, a huge firework spreads in my mouth.

 

From the first strong richness, the slightly salty flavor fills the mouth refreshingly.

 

Curiously, the yolk part also had a slightly fluffy texture, which stimulated the tongue like a small ball derived from the fireworks that had been launched.

 

“Fu …”

 

A sigh leaks toward the empty plate.

 

I’m not the only one. The same is true for participants who are far more proficient than me.

 

Participants who finished eating at about the same time placed the fork. They exhale with a slight depression, and look at an empty plate and hang down.

 

While watching the reaction, Olivia and the guild master prayed with their fingers crossed.

 

If you look at it, Rafina is also worried about everyone’s reaction.

 

As a guild official, it’s a moment of tension.

 

Whether or not Leviathan eggs are accepted as an ingredient.

 

“How was it?”

 

Not afraid, Rafina irresistibly asked a question.

 

The fist she held in front of her chest was shaking slightly.

 

“that……”

 

One aristocrat raises his hand.

 

He was a blind old man with white hair.

 

“Is there another one …”

 

“Huh?”

 

“This one too!”

“I want to eat too!”

“Me too!”

“Please change!”

 

Everyone raises their hands one after another and calls for “refills”.

 

Those who should have enjoyed quiche, cold soup, two types of scallops with fish eggs, meat dishes and full-course meals come here and want a “refill”.

 

It was expressed as a direct evaluation rather than the word “good” and the impression of the souffle omelet.

 

Seeing the confusing reaction rather than the applause of thunder, Rafina responds with a margin.

 

“I was in trouble because everyone was just a glutton. I understand. Let’s meet everyone’s expectations.”

 

Rafina winks lightly.

 

The playful production makes the voice even more exciting. Immediately, a refill was prepared, and the participants struck a chord.

 

Twice, or to be exact, three times.

 

I’m surprised to eat this much.

 

Complex taste of monster ingredients.

 

The concept of an egg that I know has been completely overturned.

 

In the future, if taste is studied and various cooking methods are born, how will it evolve?

 

“Fufufu …”

 

It was Olivia who laughed.

 

The guild master next to her and Pamela are also laughing.

 

“It’s funny, Zelet-kun. Demon food …”

 

“I’m glad that I was finally able to convey the real thrill of demon food to Zelet-kun.”

 

“How was it? It’s more interesting than a hunter who just subdues monsters, isn’t it? The cooking guild?”

 

Finally, Pamela asked a question with a doy face.

 

I frown a little at the expression that she already knows the answer to.

 

Eventually I finished eating the souffle omelet and wiped my mouth.

 

“It’s okay …”

 

I answered.

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