173 Edge of food tie

Name:Isekai Ryouridou Author:Eda
It is Jomtien.

Waiting for the arrival of Li-Sudra, the replacer of the store number, we were headed to the "Xuanrong Pavilion".

In doing so, I entrusted it to Sheila-Lou with regard to the dried meat to be handed over to Balan's fathers.

Twenty kilometres of dried meat could be prepared without difficulty, in solidarity with the six families of the Lew family and their families, and the five smaller families of the neighborhood.

The reward of thirty white copper coins is also a small amount if divided by twelve families. The last time I spoke out for my small family as a priority, this time I assigned it evenly, regardless of the size of the house.

And from Fa's house, the parents were to forgive me and prepare a care for the regular customers who left me.

At present, it is one of the products under study by finding time.

Is it okay to call it 'Giva Bacon' - or not? In short, it was smoked meat that was trying and mistaken to make the dried meat as hard as wood a little softer.

Soak in salt, drain moisture, and broil in vanilla after drying. The method of producing dried meat by the forest is basically almost identical to bacon. However, dried meat is more conservative than anything else, so it thoroughly removes moisture from the inside of the meat anyway. As a result, it becomes so bitchy and firm that it can't be chewed away by me and others who are vulnerable.

Since cooling equipment does not exist, and which climate is the early summer in Japan, Moribe and Genos, it is only natural that the emphasis should be placed on preservation.

But I don't know if I can manage to get a little closer to the bacon I know - how far can I sacrifice preservativeness make it softer? Every time I make dried meat in Fa's house, I try that kind of research a little bit.

Whether it's the amount of salt, the length of time you keep it soaked in salt, the length of time you let it dry after the salt has been drained, the length of time you smoke with vanilla, there's no room for improvement in how you smoke it, and you can't successfully use Pico leaves with the same water draining potency - there's too much room for research to see the answer.

At this stage, even my teeth were able to handle it, and instead, it lasted less than a week, which finish was called bacon, which was infinitely close to jerky.

It still doesn't reach its ideal.

However, I tried simmering with Poitan and Aria in a traveler's mood, and it almost made them taste extraordinarily better than the existing dried meat.

In the case of dried meat, it had to be simmered until it became crusty, so only pieces of meat remained as unsavory as rubber, but if it was this new bacon modoki, it would have been possible to eat it with a lot of flavor left behind.

It is still rose meat that is used, and the fat content still feels more nuanced than dried meat, so it feels like there is a cool difference in the original flavour.

I served all those bacon moddles for two kilos.

I left the stall, saying three things to Sheila-Lou: to make sure that we eat within three days, that we don't need to simmer as carefully as the dried meat, and that we don't need money because this is a thank you to everyone who has been in the stall for a month.

Would such an act go against the fashion of the accomodation town?

Still, I couldn't help but suppress the urge to deliver a gift of gratitude to the architects led by you and the people in the Silver Pot.

It was such a glimmer of anxiety that when I joined everyone, if that bacon moddle had been thrust back by the ladies, I might have wet my pillow with tears.

Strike the streets of stone with more people, heading south.

The members are Vina-Lou and Sin-Lou and Ai-Fa. Beyond the stall, Rudd-Lou and the branch boy were to remain.

So, instead of me, Vina-Lou is breathing cuttingly.

"... are you okay, Vina-Lou?

"Yeah... if I could, I would have cleaned up the mess sooner..."

I'm walking with a chick and just a little bit of strain on my right leg. The side of it was expressionless and still quite worrying.

(Are you accepting a gift from Schmiral?

Those words go all the way out to my throat from now on, but I can manage to contain them.

Nonetheless, Vina-Lou was the one who approached me.

I'm sure it's not a good idea for me to ask questions about Schmiral.

How did Vina-Lou feel about turning autumn waves on me and others? At its root, what emotions were swirling? Was it curiosity or obsession with me with my incredible qualities, or was it more pure romantic feelings - I don't know that, and maybe even Vina-Lou himself doesn't know that.

Perhaps the people by the woods are choosing a partner in an even more intuitive part than the people of the world I was in.

Mother Meer Ray and others seem to have shared their thoughts with Donda-Lou for the second time, and her daughter Raina-Lou and others have bumped their feelings towards me without spending so much time.

It may only be abusive to cut off the habits of the people by the woods with just those two examples. but this Vina-Lou is also their blood family again, and your daughter, who has been in a direct rush against me for a shorter period of time than they are.

How does she feel about Schmiral?

In what way do you intend to take Schmiral's thoughts?

For me to be wild, I couldn't have imagined.

"... what's going on? He doesn't seem to look as floating as he did earlier."

And, as I walked, I-Fa looked at me.

"If you care about anything, don't just keep it in your own mind, Asta"

"No, it's okay. I'm just thinking."

I shake my head to Ai-Fa, who has a sharper eye than usual with 20% more.

"It's Ey-Fa who's all right? Do you still feel the sight of an example today?

"I don't feel it today. I hope yesterday's gaze also means that someone just happened to have a persistent eye."

Unless you can have that certainty, I guess I wouldn't be distracted either.

But we still have half a month left before the next talks are due.

The Lew family, which is in the period of rest, is still not able to do so much hunter work. The drop in Giva's appearance near the settlement of Lou means that it will rise in other areas.

Since the Sung family had abandoned their work as hunters, there seemed to be a lot of disturbance in that cycle as well, but at least the shadow of Giva didn't fade from around Fa's house to that point. The neighbors' fou and runs' houses are also yielding quite well.

"... until the 15th of the White Moon, I'm thinking of going into the woods every other day"

And that's what Ai-Fa has told me, as if he read my mind.

So, they're gonna pinpoint my face from close range.

"So I'm also going to ask the Lew family for a guard role every other day.... Not if you're impotent out of my sight, Asta."

"I know. I mean, did I ever do that kind of lameness in boarding town?

"A few days ago, the daughter of the people of the South would have just beaten you?

With a furry, upside-down, cat-like look, he pokes me in the shoulder.

Thank you. I'm an eye-fa who instantly gets grumpy when it comes to dial.

"... we're good friends. Hey, Asta and I-Fa..."

and Vina-Lou snapped in a low voice again.

Grab the shapes of anger, and Ai-Fa turns back to you.

"You seem a lot less powerful. Does your leg hurt, Lu's eldest sister?

"Yeah... it's just my chest hurts when I can show off your rapport..."

It was a slightly dodgy statement.

But Ai-Fa is twisting his neck like a scratch.

"Doesn't Lew's house have a lot of families? Why do I need to hurt my chest?

"You're seriously saying that...? That's why you can't beat it..."

There was a big question mark floating over Ey-Fa's head.

After staring at such an eye-fa figure with a powerless stream, Vina-Lou breathes all the time.

"It's okay, never mind... this is my problem..."

"Well," Ai-Fa nodded.

Then, you get a rare look that makes you get lost in something, and you overlap words again.

"In the house of Luu are the Lady of Ziba and Rimi-Lu. Only those two people I know deeply, but even then, it seems to me that Lew's house is a very blessed and happy home."

"I know. Wow... even I care about my family..."

That's how Vina-Lou hid his expression under his long forehead.

The only words I could hear that were crushed afterwards were maybe me whispering my ears.

"I wonder what I want..."

With a voice as anxious as a child's, Vina-Lou did crush it that way.



"Your contract with Asta will be completed today."

In the kitchen of the Xuanrong Pavilion, my husband Nair said so in a quiet voice with no emotions.

He is a young master with a middle meat and shouldn't be thirty yet. Brown hair, colored eyes, ivory skin, this is the scenery of an uncharacteristic West folk.

"Thank you until today. … and I would be more than happy if you could sign a new contract tomorrow."

"It's an honor for you to say that. However, as I've told you before, starting tomorrow, you want me to change it to a dish that doesn't use chit-pickling."

"I was secretly looking forward to seeing what kind of dish you could cook this time," Nair said as he tried to respond while spreading the ingredients he brought on the workbench.

The content of the very sweet and friendly words and the unnatural and unnatural expression is quite a difference.

He is the master of a stranger who strives not to show emotional movements, in keeping with the flux of the people of the east.

"We've managed to put the flavor together, so please try it within today. Then you're ready to go."

Today's dedication is "Chit Pot".

This is just a dish that simmers giva meat, aria and tino, and combines chit-pickled and tau oil, so your hands will be completely free while you simmer. So after I threw the ingredients into the iron pan, I was able to quickly work on creating a new menu.

Two days ago, Ai-Fa and Similar also ate "Sautéed Arabiata Style of Giva".

This is extremely easy to make if it's a single name.

The fire of "Chit Pot" was entrusted to Vina-Lou, and I solemnly proceeded with the work.

The escort, Ai-Fa, has a back window. By the wall, Sin-Lew lines up the kitchen entrance, and Nair watches over the work right next to me. It is the smallest "Xuanrong Pavilion" in the inn that I know of, so I have a rather narrow impression when five people enter the room.

Back then, preparing for the Zazz-Sung et al raid, there were also four escorts. So the three of them went outside the building and watched both the front and back doors.

This time, however, there are only two escorts, so they are concentrating their power indoors.

Naudis and others from The Great Tree Pavilion in the South looked fearful towards the hunters by the woods.

But this person named Nail doesn't make you feel those signs.

Sick of the culture of Sims, the eastern kingdom, he is in a position to worry about the inequalities that exist between the four kingdoms.

He abandoned Jagal and became the son of Selva. I suppose he intends to receive the Forestside people, who have also been the subject of discrimination from such origins, in as fair a manner as possible.

(I couldn't marry the people of the east to their wives because I couldn't consolidate my readiness to abandon or make them abandon God, or so I said)

Again, there are verses in this world where the very act of transferring God has become a kind of contraindication.

Even if the abandoned side does not seem comfortable, the transferred side never seems to raise their hands and welcome them.

That is why the people of the woods have also been the feathers of cold treatment by the people of Genos since the beginning of the first place.

(I wonder what that psychology is. So you're saying that people like switching gods easily don't trust you?

But not everyone would switch gods that easily.

For example, it's Camua-Josh.

Camua, a mix of northern and western blood, said he spent his childhood in the northern kingdom, and after losing his mother, he moved to the western kingdom.

I have not even heard the circumstances of how a human being of Camua origin was born between Mahdra and Selva, who is supposed to be a hostile country.

However, he lived with his mother as a people of the North, and after he lost his mother, he transferred God to become a people of the West.

Such a complex birth must have been the nucleus that formed his odd personality.

Because I wasn't born with a decent job like this, I got a job as a "guardian" who could live with one arm, Camus said.

And he has a sense of companionship with the people of the forest side of the same situation.

Even Camua, the people by the woods, would not have switched God in a light-hearted way.

Even then, Selva, the kingdom of the west, would never welcome him gently.

(Then I guess switching God for marriage is hard to bless either)

I sneak a sigh of sight as I send my gaze to the side of Vina-Lou, who sits quietly next to me.

Seems like that's how the fire came through the meat and aria too, so I decided to throw the sauce of the tarrapa I brought into the iron pan.

"Is that the tarapa broth I use in that stall as well?

"Yes, this fits quite well with the fruit of the chit."

"I see. I often use chit fruit together with myrmu, but it's a little surprising that Tarapa"

"Tarapa is too sour when used as it is. Maybe it's delicious."

While I was releasing the commentary on the nail, the dish was finished.

It is the completion of "Sautéed Arabiata Style of Giva".

"Go ahead. Enjoy it. As far as I'm concerned, I think it's a dish that can't be beat by Giva Chit."

"Yes, at least you haven't lost the good smell"

With a solemn face, Nair took a wooden spoon.

That's how I squeeze a bite of teased roast meat with red sauce - "Oh," I hold my mouth.

"Duh, what's up?

"You can't do this - it really looses your mouth"

"No, I'd be happy to."

I laughed unexpectedly.

I don't even have Sims around me, so I wish they would expose their emotions.

"As long as you're ashamed of yourself.... Oh, this is delicious"

The nail buzzes the dish as it grabs a tingle and a palate.

His satisfaction has manifested itself in that sudden way of eating while managing to keep his expression faceless.

"Yeah, this is great flavoring. It's unlikely to be less popular than previous dishes."

I put a beautifully finished wood plate on the table, and Nail told me so.

But my pale brown eyes stare at me worried about me.

"Is it just this one dish that cooks?... No, of course, you made two different dishes on a daily basis, simply because I couldn't choose one dish or the other..."

"Yes, because of this, I'm going to prepare two different dishes again, and I'm studying a new contribution for the juice, but you're not in shape yet, are you?"

Although I tried Arabiata style soup with the same guidelines - not to mention the fact that I made tarapa stews before, it made me feel like there was something missing.

If it's sautéed, the lead is meat. As a source of pull that off, I think this Tarapa and Chit matching move was exquisite.

But when it comes to soup, there's something missing.

Just the stock coming out of the giva meat and the sauce and tau oil from the tarapa doesn't seem to reconcile well with the spiciness of the individual chits.

"For chit-pickling, uh, was it marl's salting? Anyway, seafood is used as an ingredient, right? In Chit Pot, it seems that the flavorful ingredients of the seafood were quite important."

Maybe that's not a universal feeling, but a conclusion guided by the memory of the kimchi pot I've been eating and the taste of Italian cuisine.

Even if it's not seafood, consomme or bouillon - anyway, the lack of a clear "stock" caught me.

For example, just simmering Gibba's bone gala could still be enough, because it would take a thick stock. Maybe it's okay to carefully simmer a few vegetables, like when stewing.

But then it takes a lot of time, labor, food and firewood.

More than a limit of two red copper coins for one meal and only one hour of work, it's a hard dream.

"This juice that we still make is very popular among our customers. Without an alternative juice contribution, you may not say goodbye, but you may raise your voice of dissatisfaction."

And Nail stares at me with a sincere look.

"Asta. I am not dissatisfied with the taste of the meat dishes you have just received. Would it be difficult for you to prepare this dish and a pan dish using chit-pickles every other day?

"Oh, um... well... actually, when I revealed my insights, I had to review the material costs, didn't I?"

"Materials?

"Yes, we changed the buying price of Giva meat in a forest settlement. Because it had been so cheap, I decided to raise it to the right amount. Still, it's cheaper than caron meat."

To my reply, Nail nodded quietly.

"When I did hear that I would use chit-pickled for cooking too, I was worried that would benefit Asta. So as things stand, how much profit does Asta have?... No, I'm not going to be forced to ask."

"I don't mind. Well, the status quo is - thirty meals of" chit pot, "which benefits nine red copper coins."

Not surprisingly, if we bought Giva meat from other houses, the cost rate would have swelled to 85%.

That's the nail, too, had my eyes round this.

"Do you sell dishes for 60 red copper coins and have a profit of 9 red copper coins"

"Yes, I didn't really care because when meat was cheap, it was a profit of thirty red copper coins. I was just wondering if this was a bad idea for business."

But it was myself who raised the price of meat.

This situation was caused by my neglect, which was sweet on the cheap meat and did not emphasize cost rates.

Well, if I may just say one thing, there is also a background to the fact that at the time, I was chased by my daily work, I couldn't twist the time to do my culinary research, and I had to choose the current contribution that I came up with from the association of kimchi pots and pork kimchi.

"But I get it. We will continue to work on the development of a new dedication, so until we have completed a dish that is satisfactory to us, we will also prepare a 'chit pan' as always"

"Huh. But then, Asta's interests..."

"I think that's the best way to go right now, because if you buy a customer's unhappiness with something like this and you get a bad impression on the Giva dish itself, it's the end of the line. All I have to do is try my best to do business satisfactorily with satisfactory food."

Then I decided to go with just one word.

"It's just that the cost of ingredients for the 'chit pan' is high because I buy chit pickles from nails and use them for cooking, right? Wouldn't it be possible to make enough profit if the nails themselves made a 'chit pan' and sold it?

Or even at the moment, Nail should be offering Giva dishes to customers at profitable prices, so it makes sense that if you can even cook with your own hands, the profits I was making will be added to the current profits.

But Nair shook his neck sideways, sadly laying his eyes down.

"I was also confident in my cooking arm, but not in producing the same flavor with the same ingredients as Asta. So even if you serve a dish that tastes worse than Asta, you just buy extra frustration."

"Really... that's unfortunate"

"No, but it's Asta. Does that mean that it is also possible for me to buy Gibba's meat from Asta?

"Huh? Yes, of course it is"

My heart bounced lightly.

The nail turns from an unfortunate eye to an eye full of anticipation.

"Then I would like to buy Gibba's meat. The same dishes as Asta will make the crude stand out, but if you can cook something of mine, you can offer it to your customers."

And Nail flashed his mouth like he could bare it.

"Besides, I want to eat Giva's meat myself. I wonder why I just feed my customers and I have to eat kimus and carons, something I've been thinking about all this lately..."

"... can you really buy the giva meat itself?

"Yeah. You can't buy too much - but still won't it stick higher than caron meat?

"Yes! So far, I'm going to sell it for the same price as Caron. Sooner or later, we might be reviewing the price again…"

"Then I was lucky, wasn't I? Because you can buy Giva meat while it's cheap."

That being said, Nail combined his fingertips into an odd shape.

It's a trick that the people of Sims often show.

"Sell me the meat of Gibba. I'd like you to eat ten meals a day first."

Ten meals in an inn is roughly two or five kilograms.

If you put it at the same price as a caron, you have ten red copper coins, which profits only.

But still - finally, a man has appeared who seeks Gibba's raw meat.

I was half unconscious, and I looked back at Ai-Fa.

Ey-fa remained faceless, still gazing happily closer at me.

"Nail, thank you. I really - I really appreciate it."

"I am so glad that I am. This Giva meat has a very different flavor than Kimmus or Karon, so sooner or later more people will be looking for it."

After saying it that way, Nail turned his back on me saying "excuse me" to the lid.

It disappears straight into the food bin and eventually returns with a small pot and a large cloth wrap there in both hands.

"This is what's used to marinate chits, it's marl salt"

That said, Nail removed the lid from the pot he placed on the workbench.

Intrigued and peeking, a white, small, translucent object was packed tightly in the lower half of the small pot or so.

I'm not too sure of the shape. He had an elongated body about a centimeter in length, and if you dare say so, it seems to be salting creatures similar to ochiami and other shrimps.

"This is something that can be taken in the western realm, so it's not that rare an ingredient. If it was a store that handles myrmoos and rock salt, I would generally put it away. It's a pot full of two red copper coins."

"I see! Was this supposed to be eaten as an alcoholic dish?"

Probably squid salt and spicy or something classified as something around it.

Combining this directly with Tarapa's sauce may not be harmonious. but in this Genos, which is apparently located in the middle of the continent, it is a valuable seafood ingredient.

"Thank you. I'm going to buy it today and research if it can't be used for cooking.... What is this bag over here?

"This is cheese. A pedestrian from Sim visited me this morning, so I bought it as promised"

"Oh, is that cheese! Wow, that's a lot."

"Yes, I could buy about five, so let's give them all to Asta this time"

The Lew family had also asked me to buy it, so I could split two and a half chunks of cheese into chunks, which would be 4 to 500 grams.

I even looked back at Ai-Fa again.

Ey-Fa looks back at me with an angry eye, even with his mouth shut.

I wish I could laugh if I were happy, because I-Fa is not a Sim either.

"Thank you! It's very helpful because I quickly ate the last minute."

"I'm glad you're happy that way, too.... which means maybe Asta would be happier to have been able to sell Giva's meat"

Saying so, Nair smiled in his mouth again.

"Asta, the people of the woods, rejoices in Sim's cheese, and I, the people of the west, rejoice in Gibba's flesh. It is an interaction unknown to anyone in a tiny store like this, but it feels to me that this is something very honorable. Stay on edge forever, Asta."