The Archmage’s Restaurant

# 6

Chapter.3 Chicken and Palenque

“Did you come alone?”

“No, I brought this guy today.”

“hello. “It’s called Miltein.”

The man who appeared behind Mr. Ment was a young man who appeared to be in his mid-20s. While Mr. Ment is a handsome middle-aged man, Miltain is a handsome man with a refreshing look.

“I’m a junior mercenary, but I’m still a rookie who can’t do anything on my own. punk.”

“Hey, senior, that’s not it! I now have enough for one person. what.”

“It’s far! Hey. By the way, can I eat now? “I’d like to show this guy a taste of alcohol, too.”

Mr. Ment asked a question while squeezing Miltain. He is truly a person full of humanity. The same goes for helping Mr. Knoll.

“What if you come to a restaurant and ask if you can eat? “Please come in.”

“That’s true too. haha.”

As I lead the way to our seats, Mr. Ment and Miltain follow us in. Since the dragon was sleeping at the bar table, the two were led to a table for four.

While looking at the two people, a good idea suddenly occurred to me. Since it’s like this, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to ask a local to sample Palenque.

Because I want to know whether chicken tastes delicious to the tastes of people here.

Since we are asking you to evaluate the taste, the more people there are, the better.

“Actually, I’m cooking with Palenque right now. Would you like to taste it?”

“Palenque? If it’s Palenque… “Are you sure you’re talking about a monster that flies at invisible speeds?”

When I put Palen Q in my mouth, Mr. Ment asked me back with a very surprised face.

“yes. That Falen Q is correct. “I captured it after hearing that it was haunting the Limon Forest.”

“Huh, you mean that Palenque that is so fast that even hunters who specialize in catching monsters that are used as food can’t catch it? How can we prepare such a rare dish…”

“No. I figured out how to catch it, but I’m still not sure about the taste. That’s why we need someone to taste it. “I need to do you a favor.”

When I lowered my head, Mr. Ment, surprised, jumped up and lowered his head as well. Then he scratched the back of his head and answered.

“Then, shamelessly… “Let me taste it.”

“Senior, what on earth is Falen Q?”

“Palencu is one of the flying monsters and has been said to have great taste since ancient times.”

“You mean you can try something like that?”

“Actually, I’ve never eaten it either. “It’s not a food ingredient that people like us can easily access.”

Mr. Ment began to explain various things about the legend of Palenque to Miltein. Since I achieved my goal, I left those two people behind and returned to the kitchen.

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All preparations have already been made. Now all you have to do is fry it.

Since I didn’t have a fryer ready, I poured cooking oil into a deep pot and started heating it. Then, a dome-shaped shield is placed on the top of the pot. Magic that anyone who studies magic can do. Even countries that focus on attack magic don’t mean they can’t use basic defensive magic.

This protective film is effective in preventing oil from splashing in all directions.

After putting up a shield and measuring the temperature with a thermometer, I carefully dropped the pieces of pre-fried Palenque into the pot.

Cheeeeeeeek!

Every time a chicken enters the pot, an appetizing sound resonates.

Sizzling, boiling oil. And the surface of the chicken being cooked to a golden brown color. Chicken fried even more crispy thanks to the cornmeal.

The smell of chicken began to surround the restaurant. A savory yet strong, unique chicken smell.

Mr. Ment and Miltain also continue to look this way, as if they were intrigued by the smell and sound. I caught the fried chicken with an oil net. I shook off the oil and brought a piece of shoulder meat to my mouth.

Is Palenque meat really similar to chicken?

Does it only look like a chicken?

Because you need to make sure it’s not tough.

-Crispy.

Of course, that was just a concern.

-Crispy.

The peel of the Palenque begins to dance in your mouth. it’s good.

First of all, I gave the skin high marks and immediately took the flesh to my mouth. It is chewy and smells of garlic, but the unique flavor of chicken combined with corn and monton mushrooms fills your mouth.

Eat the fried skin again. After that, they eat the flesh. The crispy skin and chewy flesh mixed together and started dancing in my mouth.

Moreover, Palenque had a deeper flavor than chicken. Should I say that Palenqueu itself has a rich flavor even though it is only seasoned with salt and pepper? A natural taste that resembles the saltiness of oyster sauce but is completely different.

It wasn’t called legendary meat for nothing. It’s tastier than chicken.

Is Palen Q good?

I wiped the oil from my mouth and secretly clenched my fist. This is a sufficient success. Of course, it is not time to cheer yet.

The taste of chicken may seem strange to people in this world, so it’s up to you to try it first and judge for yourself.

First of all, I took out a piece of chicken leg, chicken wing, and chicken breast to give to our dragon. The size of a palen cue is about twice the size of a chicken. It looks exactly like a chicken and is comparable in size to a turkey. So, even excluding Rurin’s portion, there was enough food for two guests.

I neatly placed the chicken on a plate and placed it on Mr. Ment’s table. Then add a glass full of beer.

“You said you came to drink soju, but beer goes better with this Palenque dish. Give it a try. “Ah, it’s better to eat with your hands rather than a fork.”

“Hoo, is that so?”

As I stepped away and gave him a cotton cloth to wipe my hands with, Mr. Ment began to stare intently at the chicken. The same goes for Miltain.

“Wow, it looks kind of crunchy. “This is my first time seeing a dish like this.”

“Sir, this is my first time seeing you too. I can’t stand it! Come and try it. “Isn’t that what I will eat?”

The smell of chicken must have stimulated Miltein’s appetite, and as Miltein urged him to continue swallowing, Mr. Ment nodded.

“Let’s eat together.”

Mr. Ment picked up the chicken first. Then Miltain picks it up too. And I took it to my mouth. Miltein, who ate the flesh along with the skin, soon began to cheer.

“Oh oh! Senior, this is it! Unbelievable! This is my first time eating such delicious meat! “What kind of skin is so delicious?”

“Ugh! The beer is also great. Seniors!”

Although Miltain was in charge and making a fuss, the situation was actually similar to Mr. Ment, only he did not express it verbally. With a very surprised face, he just took the beer and the chicken alternately to his mouth like a mute who was just fed up with honey. He was ready to chew the chicken bones.

“Ugh?”

Rurin, probably awakened by the loud noise, stretched and stood up. He glances at the two people sitting at the table, then looks back at me with a blank look on his face.

“You’re telling me to wake up and you’re not going to sleep at night, right?”

“It’s not. “I’m going to sleep.”

“No, that’s bullshit.”

“What is a fucking thing?”

“It’s a mess. Okay, try this.”

He wiped away the drool that had spilled and presented the chicken he had left for her. Then the dragon tilts its head.

“What is this? “It looks strange!”

“What is that Palenque dish from earlier?”

“this?”

Rurin glares at Yori again. Then he put the whole bone in his mouth.

“Hey, you have to remove the bones.”

When you become a human, your teeth are the same as those of a normal person. It can’t break bones. But Lulin shook his head.

The chicken leg bone touches the cheek and becomes convex. The cheek on this side became convex, and the cheek on the other side also became convex. Convex. After stroking it a few times, he took out a chicken leg bone with his fingers. It was a very clean bone. And then he snorts.

“Oh oh! This is delicious! The crispy exterior and chewy interior are perfect. “This definitely goes well with beer!”

I can’t believe I deboned the chicken leg I was eating for the first time so cleanly. After all, is this dragon a divinity of the food spirit world? As I open my mouth in surprise, Lurin motions for more.

“Hehe, it’s delicious. The beer is delicious and this too. “But the amount is small!”

“I gave it to the customer.”

“What!”

Dragon holding out his hand.

“don’t worry. Why not go back tomorrow and catch a bunch more? “Because I knew it was delicious.”

“is it. In that case, I’ll just have to endure it for a day. “Because I’m good.”

“Good? “What’s wrong with our dragon?”

“I became generous because in my dream you knelt down and begged me to hug you. Hi-Hi.”

Lulin spoke patronizingly and took another sip of his beer.

Are you dreaming something like that without permission?

When I kneel, I can kneel. But you got down on your knees and begged for a hug? Among dog dreams, there is no dog dream like that.

As I was clicking my tongue at the dragon’s dream, Mr. Ment and Miltain woke up, leaving only the bones on the plate. I left the dragon alone for now and approached the table.

“I enjoyed this luxury that I never expected. haha.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

It’s a joy to be able to eat all the food you put out. I answered with satisfaction.

“This dish and beer go so well together. I think I’ll want to eat it again, but that’s a big deal. It’s such a rare ingredient that I don’t think I’ll get the chance, but I know the taste. ah! “How much more than that?”

“Well, like I said, it’s a tasting. “I’ll just charge you for the beer.”

“yes?”

Mr. Ment opened his eyes and shook his head. It’s an expression that says that can’t be done.

“How can you eat such delicious food and put such a strain

on yourself…” “When I served this, I clearly said it was a tasting. “It’s funnier to get paid.”

“But still… Where on earth is there a store that lets you fill your stomach with samples? “It’s delicious too.”

Mr. Ment answered with a troubled face. Then I start thinking about something. Then he clapped his hands and spoke to Miltein next to him.

“Then how about having the eve party here?”

Miltein wiped the corners of his mouth that were shiny with oil and raised his hand.

“If it’s what you say, I agree! Plus, I like this restaurant too. When have you seen me go against what my senior said? Hahaha!”

“How is this guy?”

Mr. Ment, who had grabbed Miltain, looked at me again and opened his mouth.

“Actually, there is a mercenary company dinner in three days. I was in charge of protecting the top that moved the logistics, but it was such a big deal that the entire mercenary group was mobilized. It’s the only way for us to find good business partners, so we talked about whether it would be a good idea to hold a party on the eve of the event to wish them success and do their best. “If it’s okay with you, could you make those arrangements?”

“Is that so? Mr. Ment, were you by any chance the leader of a mercenary group?”

“No, no.”

When I asked the question again in surprise, Mr. Ment immediately threw up his hand.

“Our mercenary group is just made up of like-minded people, so there is no particular leader or anything like that. However, since I am one of the more experienced people, should I say that they will follow what I say? General Manager is a personality that does not suit such a grand title. ha ha ha.”

“Well, I see. It’s the eve. “How many people are there?”

Actually, it doesn’t matter to me at all whether Mr. Ment is the leader or not. There was a time when I couldn’t even raise my head as the head of a huge mercenary group in the capital, but now I’m just a chef at a fly-by-night restaurant. So what is important is the number of people. Number of people to serve the dish.

If there are too many, it is difficult.

“It’s a small mercenary group, so there aren’t that many. “There are 14 people including me.”

14 people are the exact limit that can be accommodated in the store.

“I think 14 people will be enough.”

The largest number of people welcomed after the restaurant opens.

This makes me feel a little nervous. It would be easier if I had to fight with 14 people.

I feel like I’m reliving the feeling of the day I first went to the battlefield. I can’t believe I’m feeling that trembling feeling again.

Of course, this is a bit of an exaggeration.

The day I first went to the battlefield, I was a child who was so nervous that I couldn’t do anything.