Isekai Ryouridou

When I woke up, it was getting dark around.

Ey-Fa, who was cooking fire on Kamado, puts a slightly sharp gaze on him.

"Is it finally happening? I was just thinking about spraying it with water if I'm not awake yet."

"I'll tell you what.... How many hours have I been asleep?

Ai-Fa silently twists his neck while putting new firewood in Kamado.

Again, there may not be a habit of dividing time by human measures around this forest. Wake up when the sun rises, and prepare for sleep when the sun sets. In nature, I guess that's absolute indiscipline.

"The remains of Gibba were thrown into the valley, and the doorboards were properly washed.... I'm hungry, I am."

"Copy that. Now it's my turn to work."

I headed to the food bank, feeling a little happy that it might be a good division of labour.

Six balls of onion modoki.

Four balls of potato modoki.

And put it on a leaf like a rubber scarecrow and a bottle of the back limb of a giva.

Giva meat, of course, is not the original stockpile, but the one that has just been so judged.

I would have to clean it out of old meat. As far as I'm concerned, I wanted Ey-Fa to experience the joy of the meal and the excellence of the cooking as soon as possible, so I made sure to ask for it.

"Well. This number of vegetables is the norm, right?

Whether the meaning of "norm" is conveyed. I = fa just returned "If you eat all the meat, you'll die".

A human being, of course, is an organism that cannot live healthy unless it is balanced and nourished.

But I still haven't been able to analyze these vegetables.

(Fair enough. I can just do what I can right now)

I washed the large wooden plate where it was the lid of the pan with water and seated the giva meat on it.

And - grab the Santoku knife from "Sakaya".

A Santoku knife from Sakaya, the soul of my father.

Gripping the sandalwood pattern and pulling it out of the white sheath of the park reveals the steel filling.

Blade crossing is 21 cm.

A sharpened blade that should have been in use for over twenty years now, but is completely undistorted.

Two inscribed 'Sakaya' letters.

(Father, let me use it)

I gently push the tip of the blade against Gibba's meat.

The blade tip of the santoku knife dived into the meat, which was much stiffer than the mature pork.

While exulting in its cleavage, only calmly in the hand, cut the meat out of the bone first.

The surface is covered in white fat, but the contents are tightly packed lean momomo meat.

Once cut out loosely and thoroughly so as not to put a blade tip on the bone, this time slice him to the dilutest possible.

Even when it comes to hard meat, the sesame is raw meat. Yeah, it's not something that cuts so thin, so seven or eight millimeters was the limit on my arm, but it would be a reasonable thickness as a pot.

After slicing about 500 grams, the rest remain blocked and head back to the storage room. And then if we scrape off the remaining cane in this splendid femur, it should be enough for dinner for two.

"That's right. I didn't hear what was at stake. Hey, Ai-Fa. No other ingredients or seasonings exist in this house?

Ey-fa, who was quietly observing my behavior, looks up a lot.

"If you're eating Giva, Aria and Poitan, you don't have to worry about getting sick."

"Yeah. But you're pumping other smells, aren't you? I don't know if it's flowers or fruits or vanilla, but you still have something to deal with, right?

When I said it, there was some redness in Ai-Fa's face.

"Asta, I've been meaning to tell you since yesterday. Stop saying strange things about how I smell."

"Fine, nothing. It's a compliment that smells good."

"... that's what they're going to eat!

With his hands on the left side of his neck, Ai-Fa rises up in momentum.

Hasn't that tooth mould disappeared yet? I get a little embarrassed too.

So. Aifa disappeared into the food depot with Zukazuka and a violent foothold, eventually returning with a strange substitute.

It's a long mouthed, torso round earthen bottle and a spherically rounded rubber noodle leaf.

The earthen bottle seemed to have a capacity of about a litre, and the leaf wrap was human fisting which size.

Fruit liquor and salt.

"Salt!

I accidentally gave it to you. To my shout, Ai-Fa looks uncomfortable.

"Salt is used to make dried meat. You'll need a single Giva horn of copper coins to redeem this amount."

When I unwrapped it as I rang the fanfare in my head, a beautiful, bluish-blue mass of crystals appeared.

Probably rock salt.

The rock salt I know was pink or yellow, but blue rock salt exists in my ears.

When I scraped a little at the tip of my nails and smeared the powder, the flavour of the vibrant salt exploded locally.

Delicious. Delicious to death because you sweat all day and let the salt release.

"... salt is precious. Don't waste it."

"Of course you are! So, this is fruit liquor?

When I unplugged a wooden plug like cork, it smelled like a sour wine from it.

"Give it to me," Ai-Fa said, ramblingly robbing the earthen bottle from my hand, sipping and then poking it back again.

"Erm. Speaking of which, how old is Ey-Fa?

"Seventeen," he says, licking the edge of his mouth with a smudge.

It's wild, and you're sexy.

"Right. I'm 17, too. You were the same age.... Is this fruit liquor also a precious item?

"I just bought what I needed and replaced it. I don't feel like taking it back to the settlement. … not so much precious as salt or food"

"Right. This is going to be great later, too.... but neither of them seem to have anything to do with your smell?

"You know what! Later it's only about the poisonous insect repellent fruit or the vanilla I use to make dried meat, I haven't touched it!

There's nothing so angry about it, is there?

Well, for the record, that's enough. The advent of "salt" is endlessly appreciated.

"I = fa. Can I borrow your knife one more time?

I receive a knife from your daughter on the top of the Buddha and scrape off the meat left in her bones.

Now we're ready.

Giva's Momo meat, about 500 grams.

A heap of cut ends scraped from the bones, roughly 400 grams.

Six balls.

Potatoes, four balls.

A pinch of dried pico leaves with a black pepper flavor.

And rock salt.

This is the ingredient of the day.

First, I powdered the rock salt with Ey-Fa's handles and let it go into a pot that only boils for a tablespoon.

For today, let's be satisfied with this. Whether it contains salt or not, the flavor will be very tight.

The amount of hot water, like last night, is about half the pot.

I feel like I could use a smaller amount, but there's nothing else around here that would be a trial and error.

And add a total of about 900 grams of giva meat.

Red and white meat dances loosely.

"Ah, Ai-Fa. Don't add firewood yet."

Ai-fa, who was about to move forward, looks back in surprise.

"Giva's meat isn't very edible unless it's carefully simmered, is it?

"Yeah. That's why I'm planning on simmering it on low heat"

Ai-Fa was cooking fire in the guns last night. Probably 20 minutes on high heat, something like that.

Still softer enough to chew it off, but basically it had a rubbery texture.

The softer the boar boils, the softer the flesh becomes.

I think that's the biggest difference from farmed pigs.

"Wow. Out. Out."

After putting in meat for a few dozen seconds, the ash juice appeared brilliantly.

Remove ash juice and blubber thoroughly with pre-prepared wooden balls and vessels.

The momentum seems to be greater than it was yesterday because of its firm greasy body.

Yes, now that I think about it, Momo meat last night was a lean mass with little fat.

Both boar and giva have only about as much fat between meat and skin as Momo, so in the Ey-Fa cooking method that scrapes off the surface, they almost lose their fat in the first one.

Low fat shishi meat is not suitable for pans (probably giva meat too). It seems that's why last night's meat got such a rubbery texture. Then I thought I'd turn it into BBQ for the rest of last night, and while I encouraged the gray juice removal, the idea just spread.

"Well, here's the problem."

If you can remove any obvious ash juice, close the lid and leave it for a while.

Calm your hips to the position where the fire can be confirmed, and I'll be relative to potato and onion analogues.

"Onion modoki, no, was it aria? This guy looks just like an onion, so it's still going to matter. The question is, this guy - hey, what is this poitan?

"... Poitan is Poitan"

Ai-Fa also sits against the wall, with a cheek cane on the top of the Buddha.

"Two poitans and three arias. If you are eating them along with the meat of Giva covered in pico leaves, you can get a full day's worth of vitality. It's our wisdom, gained in eighty years of woodland life."

"Hmm.... by the way, what is the average life expectancy of the people by the woods?

"Hekinjyumi? If it's a question of how long you live, then that's a bad idea. Many people by the woods lose their lives not because they are sick or old, but because they are attacked by Gibbs and other beasts."

Eye-Fa's eyes, I can lay low.

Maybe even remembered his father.

"But yeah...... I don't think anyone would lose their lives before the age of sixty without starving and exposing their bodies to the woods. Ziba-Lu, the oldest Luu family by the woods, should already be over eighty years old."

"Hmm. That doesn't seem so short-lived compared to my world."

As I said, I leaned over to Ai-Fa with four legs.

Whatever your daughter looks like she doesn't like it, I'll still test around those two arms on the left.

The brown skin shines brightly, illuminated by an orange fire.

White scars running by the way but very smooth skin texture.

"Hmm," he says, making sure he feels a touch.

I got my fist dropped in my brain.

"I'm sorry. Tense, soft, very fine muscles. As an athlete, I think it's the finest."

I dared to take deceitful action to break the dull air, but apparently I went in the wrong direction. Ey-Fa's face had ended up with a noisy look like a bobcat with his fur upside down.

"No, I wanted to check the health of the people by the woods. At least it doesn't look like I'm making a big mistake in my Ai-Fa diet."

That means we still have to cook those vegetables exactly as a daily norm.

"Hmm, this guy's homework! Starting tomorrow, we shall study Poitan's tactics. For today, the attack on Giva meat is all we have."

I still have a bad eye for Ai-Fa, so I dispersed to that point.

Reduce the newly floating ash juice and adjust the firewood so that the fire does not become too weak. For a while, this repetition.

"... I'm starving. When will you be able to eat?

"Hmm? As a guide, 60 to 90 minutes… I'm planning to spend about three to four times as much time yesterday."

Ai-Fa turned out very surprised and sighed in a very discouraged way.

"I'm sorry. I'm hungry, too. … If this were the case, I might have started cooking immediately after the demolition"

"... I'm the one who told you to rest, and I'm the one who told you to prepare your meal. You don't have to feel responsible."

Ey-fa's face seemed very cut, vomiting fair and magnificent words, etc.

You were so hungry, I feel a little funny.

Hungry is the best seasoning.

If this doesn't satisfy Ai-Fa, I guess that even means my arm is bad.

Win or lose. We have a little more than an hour until the moment of battle.