We made udon
“Ah, how is the taste…?”
“Uh, it’s not bad, but…”
It was plain, so it just tasted like the ingredients.
And so I told her that this was not sothing that you ate by itself.
“…I managed it sohow. And with different ingredients from the pasta. Normally, we wouldn’t make anything this thick.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry for asking you to do it.”
“Not at all. When it cos to dishes, such work is very rewarding.”
“Now that I think about it, at first, it was just pasta that was very thick…”
“That was quite a failure. They would get too soft and break easily when cooked for long. But if we shortened the ti, then it would still be hard in the center…”
“Haha…”
At first, she had tried it with the wheat she usually used for making pasta.
We could laugh about it now, since she had succeeded after much trial and error.
They do say that failure is the mother of success.
Aside from Ms. Helena, the other cooks were also interested in the results. And they looked quite happy when I said that it was good.
“Alright, next…do you have soy sauce?”
“Yes. We are not able to get much, but it is not used often anyway.”
“That’s good to know. So…”
While I was not a good cook, I thought I should show her as an example first.
After all, it was quite simple.
“First, you grate so radish and place it on top of the udon.”
“Yes.”
Ms. Helena watched seriously as I worked… As did the other cooks.
They were excited to see sothing new.
“And then you pour so soy sauce on top. And then take a raw egg and… Huh? Is this egg boiled?”
“Well, isn’t that how you eat eggs…?”
“Ah…right…”
The only reason we could eat them raw in Japan was because they had tight quality control… If you didn’t have a custom of eating them raw, then it would sound very strange. Ɽ𝒶NÔꞖЕʂ
“Well, it’s fine without eggs. Ah, that’s right. Ms. Helena, what about a half-cooked egg?”
“In that case, we have so here.”
Apparently, she had prepared so.
This was because they were often served with carbonara.
Regardless, after placing the egg on, I added so green onions, and then the dish was done.
“Alright. While the shape is a little odd, this should do it. Ms. Helena, please taste it. Ah, it will be better if you mix it up.”
“Ye-yes. Certainly…”
I placed the plate of udon to Ms. Helena.
“Hmm…this…is…!”
“Haha. Please swallow it first. Calm down.”
“Yes…I’m sorry. But Mr. Takumi, this is very delicious!”
She said happily.
That was a relief… While I was quite sure that it would taste good, I was a little nervous waiting for her reaction.
“That’s great. So this is a success then.”
“Yes!”
Ms. Helena put down her plate and fork and grabbed my hand and shook it…
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