Cooking in Another World

Suddenly I felt the world had become clearer, the air I breath in is much fresher, I could hear the sound of grass moving from metres away and I never felt closer to the surroundings before. "Status." I said.

Status:

Name: Lee Ren

Age: 19

level: 30 (grade e)

Title: the poor boy, the one that travelled from another world, master chef( tier 1)

Strength: 85

Dex: 85

Wisdom: 85 (+50)

intelligence: 85

Passive: basic dagger mastery lvl 3, advance knife mastery lvl 6, the one who traveled from another world lvl 1, thrifty man lvl 10, senses of a master chef (tier 1), body of a master chef

Skill: System, Storage bag, lucky draw, Shop (unlocks when host owns his own shop)

［Host have unlocked lucky draw］

［Current amount of lottery tickets =5］

［ It is recommended that host saves up his lottery tickets until host have 10 so host can enjoy the 10×lucky draws which gives host an additional draw］

After checking my status, I asked the system "How many mystery boxes do I have now?"

［Host currently holds 3 mystery boxes］

［Host can check them inside his storage box］

［Also host can communicate with me using host mind so there is no need to say out. If someone is to see that you are talking to thin air, they might think that you have a problem like go....］

"Ehhh...." I scratch my nose embarrassedly as I look around to see if there is anyone around. "The system sure hates god huh.." I thought to myself

［No, I do not. It's not good to lie］

Me: "....."

"Open all three mystery boxes." I said within my mind.

［The three mystery boxes have been opened］

［Item number 1: Looks like a pretty good knife］

［Item number 2: 'Dont drop it, it might bend' wok］

［Iten number 3: Demonic hell cursed potato］

After receiving my 3 items, I was slightly disappointed with them as compared to my 1st draw, the electrical stove, all 3 of them seems to be much lower quality, especially the potato... why would I need a god damn potato that is so poisonous that just one of it is enough to poison 500 grade c fighters to death. But thinking on the bright side, I don't expect myself to get a knife made out of dragon bones or something.

"Time to prepare my own dinner." I said as I got up. Since the night is quite cold, I shall prepare myself some rabbit stew. As I took out a big metal pot, I saw the shadow of a man towering behind me. "Ahhhh!" I shouted as I jump away and turn around to look at who's behind. " Hahahaha!You gotta man up boy." Momoa said as he grabbed me by my collar so that I don't hit the table that I was jumping towards. "Anyone would have been scared out of their wit if some almost 2m large and hairy man suddenly pops out of nowhere." I thought to myself. "When did you get here?" I asked as I pretended that I didn't had the living crap scared outta me and dusted my shirt to get rid of the wrinkles around the collar.

"Just." Momoa said as he magically took out a corpse of a giant cow.

"Storage bag?" I asked Momoa as I took a closer look at the cow.

"Neh, just a storage ring, only grade S fighters that chose the laws of space and time can have the skill storage bag." Momoa said while grinning.

"A storage ring." I thought to myself as the memories from the previous host resurfaced. It seems that even the lowest grade of storage rings are extremely expensive and only fighters of grade c and above or those who are born into this world with a silver spoon in their mouth owns one.

"What's your grade?" I asked Momoa.

"Hehe, secret...but the grade of the cow is d." Momoa said mysteriously as he found a seat and sat down.

"How secretive." I said as I took out the knife that I gotten from the mystery box and walked towards the cow. I decided not to show that I can use storage bag and pretended that I took it from my kitchen.

This cow is called high quality beef cow and is about 30% smaller than Holstein Friesian, the biggest cow on earth. This cow is famous for it's meat. As the meat of monsters are normally more delicious as their grade increases, the meat of this cow is so good that it is comparable to grade B monsters.

Just like how I would prepare a cow on earth, I sliced the beef into different parts. The chuck, brisket, rib, plate, short loin flank, sirloin, tenderloin, round and shank. When I was cutting the beef, I already decided which cut to use and how.

The cut I decided to use is the porterhouse. The porterhouse is a thick cut and has more tenderloin then loin portion. The porterhouse is also perfect for grilling. The porterhouse of this cow have a extremely beautiful marble. While this cow is extremely huge, it is still a young cow. A fully grown cow of this species can grow to 60% larger than Holstein Friesian. If you were to grade this steak cut using earth's grading, this steak deserves a grade AAA.

I placed the beef on top of a grill and started grilling. I would have preferred to use the 2nd mode of the stove, the charcoal mode but I still don't have any charcoal so I can only use the 3rd mode once again. As the steak cut is too thick, I had to flip the steak many times to ensure that the steak is not burnt. After flipping a few times, I cut the meat from the bone into 2 pieces.

As Momoa stares at the steak, his saliva started to drip whenever the juice from the steak drips. After cooking the steak to all medium rare, I took the steak and place one the them on a plate for Momoa and one for myself. The steak was lightly seasoned with salt and pepper and is smoked with don't burn me wood. Looking at the smoking got beef which have a deep brown crust around it, I took out a clean knife and cut off a small slice of steak. Cutting the steak does not require much effort. As the knife went through the steak, piping hot steam was produced and shiny juices that reflects the stars started flowing out. When Momoa look at my actions, he started to copy me. When I bit into the steak, I could taste the steak which is packed full of flavor burst out. The steak was so tender that it don't require teeth to eat. I realised that the while the culinary standard in this world is lower than earth, the standard of the ingredients are much higher quality.

Looking at Momoa who gave up on using a knife and fork, using his hands to grab onto the steak and bitting into it. Looking at his face that is fully enjoying and appreciating my dish. I felt that my passion for cooking has once again been ignited.