"Ira! Ira!! I've come to eat with you..."
"..."
Before Vera burst into Ira's room, she had already seen Ira sitting on the terrace, along with Satan, Sirina, Mr. Lem, and other leaders, including the little goblin.
Vera was confused by this scene. Wasn't there supposed to be no banquet today? It turned out that the banquet was just held in a different location? But... it was probably just a meal together anyway.
After all, the atmosphere wasn't lively, but rather a comfortable quiet.
This feeling is even more pronounced when a cool breeze is blowing.
Everyone seemed to be talking, and no one paid any attention to Vera. Only the leader, who was temporarily free, glanced at Vera, signaled with his eyes that a seat had been reserved for her, and then continued to eat.
Vera sat down on an empty chair, curiously watching Ira's group while eating a piece of bread with fish in it... This strange way of eating seemed rather crude, but it was indeed convenient and had a unique taste.
The filling is sandwiched between two slices of bread, just like a real pie. With one bite, you can feel the fragrant fish and bread mixed together, making even a bread that isn't particularly tasty delicious.
Visibly, the high-ranking vampire, Senata Abnesaya, was also feeding, nestled against Ira's neck, silently sucking his blood. Ira, meanwhile, seemed preoccupied with discussing bread with Mr. Lyme, paying no attention to Senata's actions.
When did he become so kind?
"Mr. Ira, are you saying that black bread mixed with wheat bran is actually better for the body? As a slime, I can sense that, but is it really necessary to specifically retain the rice husks?"
Hearing this somewhat novel idea, Mr. Lyme was a little confused. He said, "But the taste of black bread is still too bad. As a chef, I am not willing to make such bread."
Indeed, the "black bread" in this world is slightly different from the "black bread" that Ira once knew... It's not the same as the kind of black bread that has added white sugar and butter, and is only different in that it's made with whole wheat or refined flour.
In Iraq's memory, what was called "black bread" was actually made in a similar way to the white bread of this world. However, the "black bread" of this world was a type of bread with a hard outer shell and a chewy interior.
Dry, hard, and tough...
It wasn't made with wheat flour mixed with bran, but rather baked with a large amount of wheat bran mixed with a small amount of wheat flour. Imperial nobles would never touch black bread... but for commoners, it was their staple food.
In the Demon King's territory, the staple food is not bread but blue mushrooms, so there is no need to worry about whether it is cost-effective or not, since only the lords occasionally eat bread to change things up.
Dark bread without milk and seasonings would naturally not be Mr. Lime's first choice.
"Yes, it has something to do with something called dietary fiber."
As Ira said this, he looked at Mr. Lyme sitting beside him, who was looking very serious. He was about to say something when he heard a wail from beside him: "No! I don't want to eat black bread!!!"
The sound was so shrill that it drew everyone's attention.
"Vera...what's wrong with you now?!"
Seeing Ira rubbing her ears, Vera wasn't at all speechless. She declared righteously, "I don't want to eat black bread! I'm a lich, and health is the same to a lich!"
That's true... but there are still many races that need to eat, right?
At least among those present, Mr. Rainbow Shell and Mr. Lime are races that need more nutrition, and Satan Leaf, as a Crimson Dragon, is the same as everyone else.
"I know, I know..."
Ira said helplessly, patting Vera's head to calm her down, "So I don't mean to eat black bread. I'm just saying that the hulled rice grains don't need to be thrown away. They can be used to make desserts or something."
Bran muffins or bran shortbreads are both delicious desserts, but they need nuts like almonds to taste really good.
Vera was instantly appeased by Ira's words. She looked very excited and said, "I want to eat! The honey paste you promoted in the Mage Tower and the pudding you developed here smell so good."
As mentioned before, the Imperials have a sweet tooth... and Ira likes it too.
"Honey paste?"
Satan Ye, who was listening nearby, looked very greedy.
"Yes, it's a kind of honey that's heated and boiled, then quickly frozen by a freezing mage, making it crystal clear like a balm. It's delicious."
Vera spoke nostalgically, which piqued the interest of all the surrounding leaders. Ira remembered that the honey paste he made was extremely sweet, almost burning the throat, yet it was incredibly popular throughout the empire.
What a sugar-loving country... Could we perhaps start by doing something about this?
"The way our rice husks are removed is by the little slimes eating the outer husk of the rice."
Mr. Lime spoke slowly, looking somewhat embarrassed, and said, "If Mr. Ira needs it, perhaps I can instruct the little slimes to spit out the separated bran?"
No one had any objections to this, after all, slimes are not creatures that leave slime everywhere they go, and food that has passed through a slime's body is far cleaner than being washed with water... It's just a matter of whether you can accept it psychologically.
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