Isekai Ryouridou

Come on, change your mind, let's focus.

Hi. I feel like my surrounding voice was confusing me earlier and my hand is getting rough. As you defile the cook's last seat, this is not going to work. It's never forgiven to treat my father's santoku knife with such floating feelings.

"... This Poitan cooking method is not that difficult. If the elder Ziba-Lou likes it, I want you to behave in your hands tomorrow."

In front of my eyes, which made a declaration like that, the poiton boils about. I tried stirring it with the balls so it wouldn't burn and it was already pretty sticky.

"Um, maybe, are you going to boil it until all the water is gone?

What I've been asking is Rayna-Lew.

"That's right," he answers, his crushed eyes floating a confused light.

"But then Poitan gets as hard as clay, right? I don't think that goes through the human throat..."

"Huh? Has Rayna-Lew ever boiled Poitan that far?

Raina-Lou was right for a moment, and then he said, "Yes!" I let my eyes shine.

"I've been trying everything to see if there's any way to make Poitan easier to eat. Everyone scolded me for not treating food badly."

I wonder what. A happy smile flickers all over my face.

Why are you giving me that look at this time? No way, not because I called that name for the first time, huh?

Concentrate, concentrate.

"Then I'll leave Poitan to Rayna-Lew.... But I don't know what to say, but even the people by the woods sometimes explore cooking methods like that."

"Yes. If the Ziva woman hadn't been like that, I probably wouldn't have bothered you with anything.... can I completely run out of water?

"Oh. Be careful not to burn me."

"Yes!"

Well, we still have time at dusk, but let's get the job done by now.

"Now let's get to the bottom of the giva meat. It's hard to cook over here on fire, though. Still, if it seems helpful, refer to it."

Saying, now I'm going to unwrap my shoulder loin.

Then Rimi-Lou said, "That?" He shouted out again.

"Weird Kake! Is this really Giva's meat?

"Hmm? Something wrong? This is the meat between Giva's back and her shoulder."

"Heh! No, I've never eaten that!

"Why not? You're bringing back a whole giva at Lew's, aren't you?

"It's just being brought back to peel fur, we only eat back legs, Asta"

It was Grandma Tito Min who answered that question.

"Why? If you were this big a family, you'd eat up your hind legs right away, wouldn't you?

"No. Because the men at Lew's house hunt two gibbas every day. It can rot your hind legs."

"Two heads a day, is it..."

I'm a little freaked out.

Well sure enough, if you were a 70-kilogram giva, you'd have nearly 20-kilos with just your hind legs, so that's 40-kilos with two heads...... there's no way you can consume such a large amount of meat in a day. Even if I think about the amount to smoke, I might just need one foot to do it.

But again, I thought. Gibba's fangs and horns can only feed Aria and Poitan ten meals at a time.

This means that one head a day is not enough in the Lew family of twelve (plus one infant). There's a lot of surplus, but it's only reasonable to hold two heads together.

Well, of course, I know what's wrong with this system and there will be excess meat. Even in our food pantry, it is remarkable.

Giva, which had been tailored by Ai-Fa about six days ago, had become which meat at 45 kilometres and shrunk to about 40 kilometres, losing moisture while preserving it with pico leaves. but me and i-fa alone can only consume about a kilo a day, and i can only save it for about two weeks, so i just had to smoke more than half of it if it stayed like this.

Moreover, even in the meantime, Ai-Fa had to hunt Giva once every five days to get fangs and horns, so they had to be left in the whole forest to feed the wildlife.

That's why I felt a little sad that even in a big house like this, even though I was rather happy that I could consume nearly 10 kilos in this one case, because I didn't have the body to use all the meat that was properly drained and judged for smoking.

I cut off my shoulder loin while I glimpsed Grandma Tito Min's flamboyant face standing in the front.

"So, um, if the captured giva peels off her fur and chops off her horns, fangs and hind legs, will she throw the rest away the whole thing?

"Yeah. I'll throw it under the valley so it doesn't get into the hands of the forest people. Beneath the valley lies Mundt's nest, so Mundt brings Gibba's soul back to the woods."

"... not to be in the hands of the people by the woods?

"Yes, because if a man who does not have the power to hunt Gibba finds his flesh and eats only a man's abandoned Gibba, a people without pride will be born."

The pride of the people by the woods?

I was born in a different world, and I don't know what to say.

Well - the least obvious thing I could have done was treat such delicious loins and rose meat as waste! Because of that, my ethics are also known.

"For your information. What happens to the end of that family when a man is injured or old enough to stop hunting for a giva?

"A people who have lost their power will rely on their families. If your family doesn't have the power to save it, you will rely on a house with greater power. If you don't have to hunt Gibba, you deserve to eat Gibba."

"Really?"

With that explanation, I'm going to convince you of the ethics without me.

"Got it. Thank you.... Now, if you can cut more or less meat like this, I'll beat you with a knife and ground you next"

Again, pull your feelings back into cooking.

Now is not the time to gather information.

"It would be easier to use a larger knife at first. Don't put so much effort into it, try to use the weight of the knife, and beat the meat like this."

"What's that! Funny! Do the rimi too!

"Yeah?... right. Can I take care of this?"

There's still plenty of time. If I do just the finishing touches, I won't have a problem. I want to teach them a little bit about how to eat Giva meat when I think about tomorrow and beyond.

"Wow, nigga! Funny!

It seemed like he was playing when he heard only his voice, but there was nothing at all at stake in Limi-Luu's knife judgment. Even though I say I'm young, I guess I'm on top of doing my home job well.

"Oh, that! Asta! I want to try that too!

And, of course, I raised my voice to Raina-Lou, who was nodding his neck and peeking into my hand, stirring Poitan juice.

Even if we don't have to be so desperate, we have as much as seven kilos of meat for the hamburger as 14 people. If you want to slap me, slap me as much as you like.

"Ah, Poitan seems to have had enough. Um, can this keep moving?

"If you put a stick through the handle, you two can carry it!

"That would help. Then I = fa......"

"That's about it, I can have it, can't I?," said Raina-Lou, with Grigi's stick in his hand, smiling at him.

Then I also thought that in Ai-Fa and Raina-Lou... but my inner wild Kang would have to pair these two! He was screaming.

So, careful not to burn, I turn the horizontal handle up, put a grigi stick through there, and carry it outdoors with me and Raina-Lou, eh ho ho.

Ai-Fa didn't have very cold eyes anymore, but somehow, from around the conversation with Grandma Tito Min, she seemed to be thinking of something with a slightly darker eye.

I don't like it. The sunken eye-fa is the last thing I want to see.

"So what are you going to do with this pan?

"Oh. Let it stay dry in the sun. Shall I sprinkle a little water on the outside of the pan so it won't burn?"

"Yes!"

In a different story from my anxiety about Ai-Fa, the work of this daughter named Raina-Lou was brilliant.

It's very tight and swallows quickly. He said he'd know ten when he heard one. This is probably with Rimi-Lou, but I have a strong desire to master the technology properly for Grandma Ziva.

After the Poitan unloading, I let Raina-Lou beat the meat and this was better than Limi-Lou and it was so beautiful minced that I didn't have to finish it anymore.

Since there were as many swords as there were, when he finally joined the battle to Grandma Tito Min, a large quantity of giva meat for seven kilometers would also end up in a pink mountain as there were.

They were excellent students.

"Is that it? Asta! There's extra meat over here! Am I supposed to mess this up too?

"Oh, leave that at that. 'Cause I'm gonna use it in a different dish."

If the teeth were weak, the soup would also be essential, and the loin was divided by about three kilometers apart from the seven kilometers in Hamburg. Rimi-Lou was very sorry to say, "Yikes!," he pointed his lips.

"It's a bit in reverse order, but the next step is Aria's descent. I need everything else, so can you show me to the food depot, Rimi-Lou?

"Yeah!"

"Oh, it's time to keep another fire in the pan.... Ai-Fa, you can help me carry my baggage."

Ai-Fa took her back off the wall with an indifferent look.

Kamado is taken by Grandma Tito Min and the remaining four head to the food pantry.

There were three doors in the cabin, from the right to the right, in the food pantry, in the demolition room.

When I open the door in the middle and step in with Rimi-Lou's guidance, I raise my voice, "Wow..."

I wasn't expecting this.

There was a line of ingredients that I had never seen before.

"What the hell? Wow? That's a pile of treasure!

There's no point in me screaming like that.

Eight tatami spaces lined with sloppy, doorless shelves.

What was contained there were fruits as bright red as tomatoes and as dumb as pumpkins, green vegetables as rose flowers made of lettuce, mysterious chunks that only seemed to have snakes wrapped around them, and blue skinned fruits as togue-together as Dorian - anyway, a pile of ingredients that were neither arian nor poignant.

The walls also hang well-known Pico and Leelo leaves.

Instead, however, there were mysterious plants hanging only two metres thick as bamboo and rooted like gobo, or something like yellow dried persimmons.

Giva's meat is nowhere to be found. I can see the door in the back wall, so I'm sure that's the meat storage room.

In other words, most of the eight tatami spaces were filled with unknown ingredients, which was a paradise scene.

"Asta! Aria's this way. Yikes!

Running around slightly between those shelves, Rimi-Lou stops by the right corner of the room.

Sure, there, Aria and Poitan were rolling. A huge number of them.

"... there were so many different kinds of vegetables in this world too"

"The world?...... yeah! It's funny when you put it in a pan, it changes a lot of flavor! Rimi likes Tarapa. Sister Raina likes Tino leaves, doesn't she?!

"But, Rimi-Lou. Humans can live if they eat Aria and Poitan, right?

"Yeah? Oh, sounds like it! But it tastes the same every day. Then you get tired of it, don't you?

I see. Are these food groups the luxury of a powerful family?

No - but I'm sure it's nutritious, too.

Even if it's a luxury item, it shouldn't be a hobby.

Speaking of which, the ladies here, with the exception of the two Limi-Luu and Lara-Luu, are all meaty. It also looks extremely healthy.

Since it seems a little unreliable that vegetables are just Aria than Poitan can be inferred to be cereal in the first place, I can deduce that they make up for the lack of nutrition with these vegetables.

(but...... in the end these guys are just like bumps in a giva pan with melted poitan, right?

What a story.

With all this ingredient, how colorful a dish can be made - oh, my body is going to tremble just imagining it.

"... If it's good, why not use these ingredients too?

and Rayna-Lew laughs modestly at me.

I let it solidify, "No," even as I was shaken by impotence.

"I don't have time to taste it, I spare you, but I'll stop. If you use ingredients you've never seen before to destroy the flavour of the dish, it won't be anything."

It took four days to analyze Poitan.

There's no way I can embark on such an adventure by drafting things like the cook's proud Ey-Fa feelings.

(Speaking of which...) and looking back at Ai-Fa, she was staring at all those things as though she was not even interested.

(... right. If we don't finish one giva every five days, we won't be able to keep the minimum food we need. It doesn't begin to envy those in a privileged environment.)

Caviar, foie gras, etc. are unbridled ingredients for me and others born in the mass cafeteria. I decided to change my mind that these ingredients are a luxury that is not needed by ordinary people.

So we held only fourteen namesakes of aria and a bottle of fruit liquor and a wrap of rock salt in our hands, and we were to leave the food pantry behind.

Right there.

They came.

"What the hell? Is that Giva shit? Don't leave me in the way of the aisle!

Cracked like thunder, torso voice.

On Ai-Fa's face, tension ran.

"Is that it? Welcome home, Father Donda! It was a lot earlier today, hey!

Rimi-Lou, holding the earthen bottle, raises his voice and runs over there.

Four men stood in front of us who had just left the pantry, smelling the beast.

Standing at the head of it, the big man, looking down uncomfortably at the pot of Poitan placed on the street, looks at me at the head of Rimi-Lou.

"What, you're the last person to roll into Fa's house? I heard it was white, but you really are a raw white lad!

Even that breath is a beast, a bearded man.

Of course, that was the father of Limi-Lu and his family, Donda-Lu.