Yoriko’s Cooking On Board [Part 2]
“…Skipjack tuna, mayonnaise… and bread… Ah, tuna salad? Tuna salad sandwich?”
“…Nee-sama, tuna actually refers to albacore, you know?”
“Eh? Tuna means albacore?!”
George was the one who was shocked by William’s words.
” “…Nii-sama… what did you think it was?” “
“That brand’s called Chicken of the Sea, so tuna means chicken, no?”
” “…That’s just a figure of speech…” “
George being bad at studying wasn’t something new. It had been a problem since long ago.
“Well, there’s that too. You know, William, Chicken of the Sea has both canned albacore and canned skipjack tuna.”
“Eh?”
‘Whether it’s in our past life or current life, my brothers never knew much about cooking after all. Well anyway, what I care about right now is rice,‘ thought Emma silently as she decided not to explain it further to her brothers.
“Imperial Prince Tasuku gave us this earlier. He said we could use it as we like.”
Noticing the direction of Emma’s stare, Melsa took out the ingredient she had hidden. It was a black sheet that the Kingdom people wouldn’t think of as an ingredient if they ever came across it.
” ” “Seaweed!!!” ” “
“Uh, uhh, rice, tuna salad, and seaweed… There’s also vinegar, so… sushi rolls? It’s tuna mayo sushi rolls, right?”
Tuna mayo sushi rolls, the ‘junk food’ of the sushi family.
Emma liked tuna mayo onigiri too, but if she had to choose between the two, she would, of course, be on the sushi roll team.
“…Excuse me for interrupting, but is Imperial Prince Tasuku alright? It seems like His Imperial Highness hasn’t eaten much…”
Martinho asked Melsa worriedly. Imperial Prince Tasuku was like a deity to the Tarous, so they couldn’t speak to him directly out of reverence.
Imperial Prince Tasuku, who acted courageously in the Kingdom, now felt like he could be crushed by anxiety as the ship was approaching closer and closer to Imperial Japan. The sight of him shutting himself in his room and earnestly praying every day was so painful, that not just the Tarous, but also the Stuart family, felt distressed for him.
“Mayonnaise has a high nutritional value, so I’m also thinking of giving the sushi rolls to Imperial Prince Tasuku.” I hope that the representative dish of the Japanese x Western fusion, the tuna sushi roll, can cheer him up, even if it’s only a little. Melsa thought.
(George) “…Which means… with this amount of rice we have left… and one, two… three sheets of seaweeds… One for Imperial Prince Tasuku and one for the Tarous to taste for future reference… only one of us three siblings can eat the sushi roll, huh?”
(Emma & William) ” “Eh?” “
‘I don’t get how I counted it to turn out that way, though,’ George muttered.
(William) “I can’t believe the day we three siblings will battle has come again…”
(Emma) “A deathmatch… with tuna mayo sushi roll as stake, I see?”
Upon hearing George’s words, Emma and William also showed their ambition to win.
“U-Um, pardon! Please don’t fight over that kind of thing!”
“We don’t need to eat, we can give you our share!”
“F-Fighting is not good!”
“Peacefully, let’s discuss this peacefully!”
The Tarous were flustered by the dangerous atmosphere hovering around the three siblings.
“M-Melsa-sama, uh, w-what should we do…”
“You don’t need to worry about them, Mancio. They are just playing around. It’s normal to feel bored after spending a few days on a boat with nothing to do, after all.”
“Good grief.” Melsa sighed and went out of the kitchen to call Leonard. The three siblings’ deathmatch had always been a Tanaka family event.
“I see. Deathmatch, huh… How nostalgic. So… Melsa, how are you going to decide the match?”
The content of the deathmatch would always be decided by Melsa (Yoriko), which was also a traditional rule of the Tanaka family. The origin of this rule was to prevent the house from getting damaged by the siblings’ fight. Because Yoriko couldn’t let them fight normally, she would give a topic for the three siblings to challenge and decide their victory and defeat based on their results.
The topics ranged from a race to find a four-leaf clover, rock-paper-scissors, a quiz on historical figures of all ages and countries, a mini-game of identifying the cats by their smell with a blindfold, etc.
“Well, no matter what it is, I’m putting my bet on Emma.”
Then, the parents would also play by betting on the winner and loser.
In short, it was just a pastime activity for the Tanaka family, who had too much free time.
“The topic this time is a one-round match of mayonnaise emulsification.”
” ” ” “O-One-round match of mayonnaise emulsification…” ” ” ” The family gulped.
