Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

131 – Making foxes, wolves, and pigs.

The night in the fields deepened, and the stars began to decorate the sky.

The whole party gathered around the bonfire that dyed the space in vermilion.

After a polite greeting as a chef, I introduced today’s food.

“Come on, Far Eastern style chicken soup is here.”

When I slowly opened the lid of the pot, white clouds rose in the night sky.

A milky broth with long-simmered chicken and vegetables, and a savory aroma that rises like a spring.

A moderately thick consistency due to the starch exuded from the oats cooked inside the chicken.

Although I couldn’t fully recreate the unique scent of baeksuk by adding less garlic for others, this wasn’t bad.

It was just a pity that I couldn’t eat by the stream.

Originally, Baeksuk is supposed to be eaten on a normal table.

“By the way, the color is white?”

Prianian pointed to the soup and wondered.

“This dish is made by boiling it with other ingredients without adding the original colored sauce.”

That’s why it’s Baeksuk (白熟).

“The soup won’t be fishy because of the pepper, so you can expect it. Ms. Prianian.”

Prianian nodded.

“I see.”

“Ah!”

Priest Rien, who went a little closer and smelled it with a hand fan, let out a low exclamation.

“It feels like the reward of setting up a tent wells up!”

“Thank you for saying that.”

After boiling for hours, it should be worthwhile.

I stirred the ladle in the pot once and lifted it up, and admiration flowed out of my mouth.

“Great.”

In the ladle, a chicken leg came up half bathed.

Steamy drops of pearl-colored broth gathered at its rounded end and fell.

Seeing how slowly they came together, it was clear that if you ate a spoonful, the oil would harden and stick to your mouth.

‘Is there a separate chicken stock, if I boil this more, that will be the stock.’

I stopped the ladle and asked, before I picked up one of the bowls piled up beside me and poured it into it.

“Do you have anyone to pray for?”

Only then, each of them posted their thanks for the meal as they believed.

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Two people with religion use a low prayer.

The other two, who have no religion, are just dumbfounded.

In the meantime, I asked Prianian by hand signal.

‘The part you want.’

She smiled and answered with her hand.

‘The bridge.’

‘OK.’

After the prayer and tacit agreement, the meat and vegetables, pre-sliced so that they could be scooped up before being put in, were placed in half of the bowl.

“Lady, take it first.”

“Thank you.”

After everyone was handed one by one, they started eating.

Perhaps it was because everything except the torso was properly cut into pieces, the party ate baeksuk better than I thought.

I was finally able to focus on my bowl at the reaction that seemed to hit the standard even though it was an unfamiliar food.

Steamed soup and three chicken wings.

It was a sight that made me feel better.

“Huh.”

If there is a special privilege of being a food delivery team, it can be said to bring your favorite part with you.

Even though I couldn’t take the most important breast meat, at least I could get the chicken wings.

After removing the bones, which can be easily separated with a spoon because they are overcooked, I put the lean meat and broth together.

The chicken was a paradoxical animal.

Unlike cows and pigs, the longer they cook, the softer they become.

That’s why the chicken, undoubtedly soaked in moderately thick broth, melted in your mouth.

It was the taste of 0.7 Hometown that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Less garlic was okay, but it was ginseng and there was no sumac, so the remaining 0.3 Points were deducted.

‘I want to eat lacquer chicken.’

While I was eating my first rice cooker in five years, I saw Priest Rien licking his lips as he headed toward the pot.

I stopped her.

“Priest, hold on.”

“Yes?”

The bonfire slightly glistened lips expressed doubt, but originally, everything people do had an intention.

“I have something else to prepare.”

Traditionally, if you eat Baeksuk, you had to make porridge with the leftovers.

On a large platter set aside, I placed the body of the oatmeal on top and smeared the bones with two forks.

Attention was again focused on the sudden disbandment.

It’s a well-coated lean meat, and I put oats in a pot and poured a little water on it.

Then, she took out a magic tool in the shape of a hand fan from her belly band, turned on the fire, and sat down.

“What are you doing now? Porridge with chicken?”

At Priest Rien’s question, I nodded her head.

“So how about we talk while the second dish is being made?”

Eyes gathered in the cauldron turned to her, and the priest smiled and said.

“The nights at camp are long! Should I do it first, or will someone else do it first?”

“I will go first. It’s because I’m guilty of giving you less chicken soup.”

I said that, but I struggled with what to say.

A story that actually happened when the instructor threatened to stay awake at the training center, saying, ‘There are people who sometimes have seizures at night, so if you don’t want to take responsibility, turn around’?

In the early days of the cafe, five women came to the cafe and ordered a cup of coffee and asked for a mug of hot water.

There are many stories to tell, but not many to tell at camp.

After going through a lot of gossip in my head, I decided to come up with something classic.

“Let’s start with a light riddle.”

“It’s a mystery.”

The young lady who put down the finished wooden bowl next to her reacted.

“There is something that happens once and you become a fox, two times you become a wolf, and three times you become a pig. What is the nature of this?”

A really simple riddle.

The campsite turned into a small place for Think Big, and I decided to take turns listening to the answer one by one.

“Isn’t it love?”

Prianian gave a pretty pedantic answer.

“Love.”

“If you hear it once, you pretend not to know it like a fox and are happy. If you hear it twice, you want to hear it more like a wolf who has tasted blood. If you hear it three times, you become greedy like a pig.”

I couldn’t feel anything in her eyes when she said that.

It’s just quiet.

“That was a new answer, Prianian. But that’s not what I thought.”

After answering that, she turned her head to the priest.

“What do you think, priest?”

“Isn’t it medicine? There are many things among the items of the Alchemy Guild! Of course, nothing whispers love!”

“It’s a pity that there is no love potion. If it had been there, it would have turned into a cash magic guild. What do you think, young lady?”

“Anyway, it seems that everything I could think of came out of the two points a while ago. What is the correct answer?”

“It’s alcohol.”

“Alcohol?”

At Prianian’s question, I explained the reason.

“Isn’t all alcohol like that? One drink makes you a fox, two drinks makes you a wolf, and three drinks makes you a pig. Although sometimes it becomes a different beast.”

“I love the analogy! Did the mercenary think of it?”

I shook my head. At least I’m not the kind of person who would appear in the modern genius theory.

“These are words from a book written by Leo Tolstoy, a great writer where I lived. It’s also from the story of the little devil that I’m going to tell you about.”

“Demon stories?”

The priest who heard the negative words reacted.

After she explained to her that it was just a fairy tale, she gave me what I knew.

“Once upon a time, a poor farmer was tying his field. The farmer was so poor that he could eat one small piece of bread for lunch.”

After that, it was a rather obvious story.

A story about a small devil who failed to raise his performance and ate kusari from the boss, helping the farmer to make a bigger picture and eventually destroying his personality.

“…In the end, the little demon who succeeded in turning this farmer into a beast was recognized by the master demon and became the leader of the demons. Do you have any feelings about this story?”

This time, I decided to listen to Priest Rien’s opinion first.

“It is a lesson to stay close to the cathedral and stay away from evil!”

I nodded her head to her confident answer with her arms crossed.

“I am already close to the priest, so I can stay away from evil. How did the young lady look?”

The young lady said that she had the same opinion as Priest Rien.

“However, I also think you should be a little suspicious of the sudden good intentions.”

Prianian had a slightly different opinion.

“It also means to be nice to the people around you first. At least they will be trustworthy to some extent.”

My eyes widened slightly, and I replied with a little more smile.

“That’s why you’re doing good to Miss Priian. Isn’t it?”

She took another chicken leg a while ago and couldn’t resist.

I looked around the party and said.

“It is fortunate that all three of you have slightly different views. I saw something a little different.”

“Then what did you see, mercenary?”

Along with Priest Rien’s question, the party’s eyes focused on me.

I pointed to the answer and said.

“I saw that you will regret it if you don’t eat that now. Priest.”

Chiik!

The pot on top of the campfire was spitting out starch-filled water through the gap in the lid.

If I saw it a little later, it would have been chicken nurungjitang instead of chicken porridge.

***

After thoroughly emptying the slightly overcooked chicken porridge, we decided to go to bed for tomorrow.