Perhaps due to such a background, Slia loved oranges a lot and was very sensitive to sweetness and freshness.

“I’m a bit picky about oranges.”

“Trust me and have a taste.”

Due to my confident words, Slia nodded.

Just like I did with Rebecca, I filled a cup with ice and poured orange-flavored carbonated drink.

“Then, where…”
Slia cautiously brought the cup to her lips. It seemed like she was only planning to taste it, with her tongue barely sticking out.

“Oops, it’s ticklish!”

Slia, surprised by the carbonation touching her tongue, opened her eyes wide.

I thought that was the end of it, but she, as if rolling her tongue inside her mouth, brought the cup to her lips again.

One sip. And then another.

Finally, after gulping down three sips, Slia’s whole body trembled.

“What is this refreshing sensation?! Moreover, there’s a fascinating orange flavor here!”

“That’s the carbonation. As for the orange flavor… let’s keep it as a trade secret.”

I knew the identity of the peculiar taste she was talking about.

“Slia, sorry, but that’s not orange; it’s finely ground up doctors.”

But revealing too much could be dangerous.

I decided to refrain from disclosing the secret at this point.

“But I can’t drink much. I easily get cold.”

Slia, seeming disappointed, put the glass down.

Of course, there was something prepared for people with a cold temperament.

“Don’t worry about that. Emma?”

“Yes!”

The item at the bottom of the tray had not been revealed yet.

Emma busily moved items between the tray and the empty table.

When the setup was complete, I walked towards it.

“From now on, I’ll be cooking for the guests gathered at the social gathering.”

“Cooking?”

As I nodded, a new person approached me.

“Welcome, Prisia.”

“Phew, I’m glad I can participate even on the last day.”

After all, everyone is busy at the end of the year.

Prisia, who had been busy at the Magic Tower and the Academy, could finally show her face at the social gathering.

“Well, it’s fortunate that she willingly helped. But for now, let’s skip the part about the deal.”

Without revealing too much about the friend’s cooperation, it was better to omit the details.

Unnoticed, a pot, burner, and a cup of mild-flavored instant noodles were placed on the table.

“I’ll pour hot water!”

Emma poured water, already boiled, into the pot.

The pot with a built-in burner began to boil rapidly.

“What we’re making now is called ‘ramen.'”

As I introduced the food, I opened the ramen bag, organized the soup base and vegetable flakes.

The nobles watched me without missing a single move, and some even asked curious questions.

“What’s that square thing?”

“Fire is rising from below the pot!”

“It’s precooked noodles. The fire is from one of Madogu; it’s still under development.”

When I mentioned the burner, Prisia seemed to scrutinize me, but it was probably due to her mood.

“Wow, the owner of the Blessing Table personally making food!”

There was awe in the eyes of the nobles.

I threw the noodles and soup into the boiling water.

At that moment, a spicy and savory smell struck the hall.

‘Of course, a finely chopped egg on top is a must here.’
To provide a refreshing taste, I employed a divine strategy of accommodating nobles who were not yet accustomed to spicy food with the addition of eggs.

“Emma, are the cups ready?”

“Here they are!”

Emma brought paper cups.

‘Just put a little bit in here.’

While cup ramen was good, there were times when it felt lacking. Now was one of those times. ‘Instead, eating it is a bit inconvenient.’ As bag ramen required a separate bowl, and with everyone beautifully dressed, it was necessary to prevent accidents like splashing broth while pulling noodles.

Pouring it into a paper cup allowed for enjoying both noodles and broth cleanly and conveniently. ‘It also adds to the atmosphere of eating outdoors.’ Outside the window, snow was falling heavily. Although it was nice to drink cold soda in a warm room at times like this, there was also a longing for the romance of eating hot ramen while looking out the window.

Prisia helped me boil the ramen. By the time my first ramen was ready, Michael and the kids approached.

“Wow, it’s ramen!”

“Eileen’s ramen is the best.”

… And the twins even said commendable words. First, Michael, and now even the twins received cups filled with ramen. The moment they tasted the chewy noodles and spicy broth, happy expressions spread. Nobles present didn’t miss this chance.

“I want to taste it too!”

“Me too!”

Emma and Prisia filled cups and handed them out. An egg floating in the red broth and the tangled noodles might seem unfamiliar. However, after watching them eat deliciously, any aversion disappeared.

“The broth…!”

“Amazing!”

“The noodles are also…”

“Chewy and crunchy!”

A slogan heard at least once in a lifetime erupted from the mouths of the nobles.

“Sp-spicier and hotter!”

“Haah, ha, it’s too hot…!”

Despite deliberately making it mild, the nobles, unaccustomed to spicy flavors, were in chaos. Now it was my turn.

“Here, take a drink. It’ll be refreshing.”

The nobles hastily drank the carbonated beverages. Soon, sounds of satisfaction, as if they were being assassinated, were heard from various places.

“Ugh!”

“T-ticklish!”
Suddenly, sounds reminiscent of being assassinated echoed throughout.

“Ugh!”

“Zz, tingling!”

If you replace the palate scorched by MSG broth with cola?

That place is none other than heaven.

It was named the hot and spicy operation.