The War Hero Raises a Demon Slave

20 – Satisfy the noble lineage!

In the meantime, Ael changed into her new clothes and prepared lemon water for the owner in her kitchen.

This is something I bought lemons from when I went to the market and made them in advance.

If you slice a lemon in a glass bottle and soak it in water, the juice will naturally be diluted in the water and become a refreshing and sour drink.

Put this in the corner of a dark shelf out of sunlight.

This is because the weather is so nice that Daham gets lukewarm quickly if left outside.

If there is a basement, it would be nice to buy something like ice and store it.

As soon as Einer came in, Ael ran in front of him holding a glass of lemon water.

“Eat this.”

“Lemon water? It sounds delicious.”

While Einer was sitting at the table and sipping lemon water, Ael watered the cantavera by the window.

“Will you come back alive and sing?”

Ael whispered softly and stroked the bud of her cantavera with her finger.

“Doesn’t it rot if you water it like that every day?”

“No. Cantavera lives in a place where it rains a lot, so it needs to be watered so often.”

“It’s a troublesome plant.”

“But I’ll sing you a beautiful song later, won’t I?”

Ah, you shook her head, remembering that grotesque song she had heard in the dark galley.

It was because Cantavera was not in a good mood at that time, but it was also unpleasant.

“So, how do you feel looking back today?”

“My stomach feels like it’s about to burst.”

“No, I’m not asking that.”

At Ael’s alumni answer, Ey you shook her shoulders and laughed.

“Do you have any idea what we’re going to have to do to survive among the restaurants here?”

“Ah, yes. I’ve been thinking about something.”

Ael poured all the remaining water into the Cantavera and returned to the table.

“When I looked at the places that took me today, there were really no eastern continental foods. So, as I said before, it would be nice to focus on Eastern cuisine.”

“Okay. And?”

“And when I looked at the first restaurant I went to, called Embrace of the Sea, the view was great. If the taste wasn’t too different from other restaurants, I think I’d go there. There are many customers who give points, right?”

“You’re right.”

“But it’s also located on a hill, and you can see the sea from the windows and rooftops there. Plus, we’re in a better position than the embrace of the sea. You can see the pier.”

“Why is that?”

“A night view. At night, it will be much more beautiful here than there. Bring a bunch of candlesticks on the roof and light them. If you know any wizards, you can float a luminous object. If you make stairs outside the house, Customers will also be able to climb freely. It would be really pretty if Cantavera sang a song on top of that.”

Einer looked at Ael eagerly.

“And we cut through the wall over there to make the outdoor terrace wider.”

As Ael pointed to the wall facing the sea, Einor looked in that direction and tilted his head.

“Breaking down the wall?”

“When I was cleaning, I saw that there was no wall there before, but it looked like it was newly built. And when I went outside, the paving stones were laid on the floor, so I wondered if the previous owner tried to put an outdoor table over there. Because I’m standing over there, the sea It looked really good.”

“The side yard? Really? Let’s go.”

Ainor and Ael went out of the house and walked towards the cliff along the wall.

“Hmm. There’s a paving stone here?”

It was dark outside and the yard was overgrown with weeds, so Ainor couldn’t find it with the naked eye.

However, Ael is her Demon, and her senses are far more sensitive than humans.

She moved around and then called Einer, digging the soil with her toes.

“Master! Here I am!”

Einer squatted down and swept the place, and there was a really straight paving stone.

“From here to here! It’s all covered.”

Ael jumped up and told Einer about the area where the paving stones were laid.

“So put a table here and tear down the wall there and you’ll have an outdoor terrace that’s as good as the embrace of the sea.”

“Hmm. That’s right. The structure fits perfectly. But if you remove the wall, won’t this floor collapse?”

“The pillars on both sides are very strong, so I don’t think they will collapse. Actually, I don’t know that far either.”

Yeah, that’s right.

Ainer thought Ael’s opinion was quite reasonable and a very good suggestion.

She just had to make sure the building could hold up when the walls were removed.

If this house is destroyed, Einer will literally be broke.

Because he poured almost all the money he brought with him when he left Brecht.

I have more money back home, but there’s no way those thugs would have left the money unclaimed.

“Is there anything else I need to do to decorate the interior?”

“I think it would be nice to go inside as it is. Rather, you might feel like eating home-cooked meals prepared by any other family home. Of course, if it becomes a restaurant specializing in Eastern cuisine, it would be nice to have that atmosphere, but it’s not too late to do that after you become famous later. No. Anyway, it’s a restaurant. I have to attract customers by saying that I serve delicious Eastern food, and I don’t think I can promote it to come and see it because I have beautifully framed watercolors of Eastern countries.”

At this point, the corners of Einer’s lips were already hanging on his ears.

As expected, I have good eyes for people.

Smart, passionate, determined, sincere, kind.

Ael is a woman who doesn’t miss anything.

Seeing you smiling at her, Ael stuttered her words in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry! I’m not proud of the subject of slavery, but I’m talking about it all the time…”

“No. It’s okay. Everything you say is very nice and true.”

“This is the owner’s house… Don’t you feel offended by my selfishness?”

“I wouldn’t have asked you in the first place if it was going to upset me.”

“Ah, yes…. Thank you….”

After returning home, Einer and Ael talked about the most important restaurant menu.

There was a consensus on making Eastern food the main focus.

But when it came to her doing fully authentic Eastern cuisine, Ael had a somewhat different idea.

“The food that real eastern locals eat is probably difficult for many people to eat. Of course, easterners will like it, but you said that not many easterners come here? I think that.”

“You’re right. We’re not Eastern cooks, so that’s right.”

“I’ve been thinking about a few menus since you said that, anyway. Wait a minute?”

After rushing up to this floor, Ael came down again, holding a crumpled piece of paper in his hand.

“This is the menu I envisioned. Listen carefully.”

“Give me. I’ll read it.”

“Oh?! No way!”

Ael reached out and picked up the paper with his hand, and Ael desperately grabbed it and stretched it.

“Benefit! No, master! I’ll read it to you!”

However, despite holding out not to be taken away, the part Ael was holding was torn and Ainor was able to retrieve the paper.

About four or five menus and what are supposed to be recipes were written on the paper.

It was not easy to read at first because the writing was very crooked, probably written while lying face down on the floor.

Come to think of it, I think we should put a desk in the room.

Huh? But what is it?

Bulgok is thinly sliced beef, seasoned with ashes, and served with sweetness.

Gyaryubi Took Gatm

Bibbi Satbab, small meat, egg, and bibimeogeum, and adjust the amount.

Daktigim Dakgogi should be chewed soso, so hopefully, it can be dehydrated.

I don’t know if I dug up the grilled sauerkraut and meogeum here, leaving only the sauce.

What’s wrong with all the spelling?

Are you sure you don’t know how to write properly?

You really don’t understand this?

“You read it.”

As I returned the paper, Ael took it and began to read it in a somewhat trembling voice.

“First… It’s bulgogi… Thinly sliced beef seasoned with soy sauce, sugar… Black… Garlic, etc… Uhh…”

Ael, who had been sniffing, finally stopped talking and started to sob as his shoulders trembled.

“I’m sorry, master… I’m a foolish slave who can’t even write properly…”

“No, I didn’t say anything. There are not one or two people who can’t write. You just need to know how to read.”

“I’m sorry though…”

“Restaurant work is fine as long as you don’t miscalculate money, and it doesn’t require a high level of education.”

“Yes…”

Ael replied in a crawling voice, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

You seem to have a tremendous sense of inferiority about not being able to write.

“Okay, Ael. Then let’s do this.”

“How…?”

“The menus here. You carefully selected them, so the taste is guaranteed. But the question is, do they suit the tastes of the people here?”

“That’s right…”

Ainer folded his fingers as if calculating something and declared.

“Let’s hold a tasting party. Next Tuesday.”

“Yeah?! Tasting party?! That’s on a Tuesday?!”

Now in two days?

Ael’s mind went blank.