My Beloved Dog is the Strongest in Another World

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 something that you ate by itself.

"…I managed it somehow. 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 comes to dishes, such work is very rewarding."

"Now that I think about it, at first, it was just pasta that was very thick…"

"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 some 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 something new.

"And then you pour some 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 some here."

Apparently, she had prepared some.

This was because they were often served with carbonara.

Regardless, after placing the egg on, I added some 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…