The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King

What do you want to eat for Jeanne who is alone in the kitchen? And asks me at the top.

If you're a nifty man, you'll probably want to eat, but unfortunately you can't do that dexterity.

However, she did not say anything that women hated, such as "anything is fine." Think about what you want to eat. Seeing Jeanne, dressed as a chef while thinking, um.

I always wear pure white clothes, so it looks like it doesn't look right, but I remember that there was.

Speaking of which, this girl is French. Speaking of France, one of the best gastronomic countries in another world. If you're a daughter from there, you're going to make a good dish. I wanted to eat the mayonnaise I saw in the literature. The best seasoning produced by France.

When she wants it, she looks as if she were speaking in hiragana.

"Well, what?"

I'm nervous. With that face, I remember that mayonnaise was created around the 18th century. Jeanne is a 15th century man, so there is a gap of about 300 years.

(Speaking of France in the fifteenth century, in the dark days, the cuisine may not have developed much)

Then we conclude that elaborate things are impossible, and inevitably want something simple.

"Well, let's make Potov."

"Oh, Potov, can you make potov!"

Jeanne overpowers. Potov is a dish that simply involves boiling vegetables and bacon in a pot. To explain it to the Japanese, is it a Western style oden?

It's really easy to cut cubs, carrots, cabbage, etc. and boil them with bacon or sausage.

However, it is also full of satiety and delicious food, so it is for beginners.

She boasted that she was good at cooking, but she heard that she had only dismantled the wild birds and boars caught and ate it with salt, so she was not good at cooking.

Making confections from flour like Eve or elaborate dishes would not be possible. This was the right choice, but it was the right answer. She throws the material into the air, because the knife is troublesome, and she cuts it with a holy sword.

I thought that the French sword, the Holy Sword Nouvelle Joyeuse, was crying, but she didn't seem to care and cut the vegetables.

Some of them fall to the ground because they cut in the air.

She picks it up quickly and says she can't understand the "three-second rule" and puts it in the pot.

Well, it's okay to boil in hot water and disinfect, but Jeanne may have to teach the word hygiene.

So be careful. Then she makes such an explanation.

"The Devil's previous life was rich. My previous life was poor. He ate not only the vegetables that fell on the floor, but also the vegetables that the rats bite."

“…………”

I wasn't able to argue with such an upbringing, but he said, "Yes," to stay abreast.

Yes, with a stick, so it probably won't change. Well, is this too innocence? This is a different world where the food situation is not good.

There is also a reason she claims that if she falls on the floor and neglects her food, she will be angry with God.

I don't touch it any more and prepare tableware. Jeanne who was watching it screamed, "Oh!" When asked what is so unusual, it seems unusual for a man to prepare a meal.

"It's something advanced. It's a gentleman."

I'm excited. Well, it may be a rare sight in any world.

It is not unusual in a society where culture and academic ability have developed and women also work, but in a medieval foreign world, the men who help cooking in this way seem to be a minority.

"The Demon King is attentive. He will surely be a good husband."

Jeanne proclaims cheerfully.

I'm not sure if she will be her husband, but it's like I'm the first Demon King to eat her home cooking. After a few minutes, Potov is ready.

Serve it on the tableware and you're done with Jeanne's Potov. The taste is salty. A simple dish with only the sweetness of vegetables and the taste of meat. But it's definitely good. He watched her cooking closely, but did not go wrong except when cutting vegetables. No sugar, no vinegar, nothing extra. Anyone who makes them normally, such as Potov, will be good. He brought the potatoes made by Jeanne to his mouth without any worries, but the potovs were delicious. Sweetness oozing out of vegetables. Juice and umami overflowing from sausages. Potov, in which they were in harmony, was just the finest gem. Jeanne approached her face and asked, "Are you good?" I honestly comment.

"It's delicious. It's the best potov in the world."

When she heard the words, she smiled like the stars shining in the night sky.