Isekai Ryouridou

"We're going to try a new menu today, Ai-Fa"

At dusk, I let him declare that, but I - Fa - just snapped "on my own" at the top of the Buddha.

Maybe the coarse phase at noon is still pulling its tail. Well, even if they sued me for sexual harassment, losing was a sure place to work. Even if I'm a little suspicious of my personality, I have a way of doing it.

"Gibba Soup is pretty much finished, but I get tired of the same menu every day. Now it's really time to surprise you, so stay tuned, Ai-Fa."

"Be my guest."

"... By the way, I just borrowed your father's clothes, don't you think? Does it look good on you?

"It doesn't look good. That's funny. I wish I hadn't left it with you or something."

Hmm. That's pretty serious, this.

Well, if you eat something delicious, you'll be back in the mood.

By the way, I don't feel comfortable just with the flickering chocks and hips, so only the T-shirt remains worn underneath. This may be an extremely unorthodox outfit, but I'm afraid of burns during cooking, so please forgive me. And a towel on the head, too. Because I don't feel comfortable cooking or anything without this.

"So, what are we hiding, Poitan's already cooked. I've used a lot of firewood again, but I'll encourage you to harvest it tomorrow, so give me a break over there."

Ai-Fa is silent, faceless.

Finally, he stopped returning until he replied.

After beating me up, I always head to the woods, and I don't suppose you've seen me cook Poitan, but don't you care about the finish?

"Well no. It's a little early, but it's gonna start, okay? If you're not hungry, leave me alone right now."

I'm the other way around Ai-Fa, I might not have said goodbye, I might have been manic. I was looking forward to trying out a new menu.

Originally, I should have tried baking today.

Steamed yakitori yakitori, I've been working on a lot of ideas. Thanks to the discovery of Poitan's identity, it was possible to challenge him to a special menu he was about to give up.

I don't intend to lose myself.

Today's menu is "Hamburger of Giva Meat".

Abbreviated, "Gibba Berg".

Head to the food pantry for a nose mix and carry the necessary ingredients in front of your skin.

Giva momomo meat and rose meat around the chest, roughly 500 grams each.

Six balls of Aria for onions.

Pinch the pico leaves.

Fruit liquor.

Rock salt.

And the magical extract, obtained from Poitan.

That wasn't a big part of it, so I folded the rubber noodle and put it in a bowl made of it.

Okay. Now it's time to start cooking.

First, cut off the fat area that is stuck to the block of momomo meat at a thickness of about 1 cm.

A little spare, but instead of Lard. Since all the fat left in the fur has been processed as a beast fat candle for the candlestick, let me secure a little for edible use next time.

Five days have already passed since I judged this meat, but I see no signs of injury anywhere. Pico leaves are really excellent preservatives.

However, regardless of the potency of Pico's leaves, the meat itself seems to twitch and hurt from about the second week.

When that happens, I'll have to finish smoking it and save it. I still have about a heap of extra just for the judgment I made five days ago, so I worry about what I can't use well every day.

Whatever, it's cooking.

Place the fire in the kamado and mince about two balls of aria while the pan warms.

Once that's done, meat is next.

Chop the momomo and rose meat into small pieces, and eventually, beat them with a knife.

At first, with a knife, a forgetful sight of Ai-Fa's father.

At the end of the day, it's my father's soul, with a sandwich knife.

Roughly a kilo of meat chunks, but well, nothing. Hamburg was also a popular menu in Sagittarius, so the work in this area belongs to you.

In less than ten minutes, I can do Giva's mince.

Looking back at Ai-Fa, what a grumpy look she had at me in her sleeping Buddha position.

I usually sit quietly in a way that respects the cook. Looks like you're in a pretty bad mood today.

Don't you have one of your thoughts that the precious giva meat has turned into such an inexperienced pink mountain?

While I screwed up some anxiety, I made sure of the fire.

When droplets are thrown, they evaporate quickly.

It fits.

Stiffen one fat into it, nod it with the tree pieces (homemade), and punch the minced two balls of aria.

Unlike a frying pan, it's a real pain in the ass not to be able to move the iron pan, but I swirl it around the tree without a glaze.

When it comes to color, add fruit liquor.

Stir carefully until the alcohol flies.

When the green aria is cooked to a fox color, transfer it to the vessel using a wooden belt.

In our shop or something, onions were a quarter for 200 grams of ground beef, so in two balls round for a kilo, it's a little more serving.

But it's not that extreme of a difference, and since Giva's meat is so crusty, there won't be a problem with more aria.

I can't move on to the next step until the baked aria cools down, so I decide to cut the rest of the aria within the present.

This one is not minced, but thinly sliced along the fiber.

When I want to boil softly, I cut it vertically with the fiber, but today I want to take care of the texture, so this is the way to cut it.

A total of four balls worth of slices of aria pile on top of the rubber noodle leaves.

Speaking of luxury, I just need some more cooking utensils.

Because that seems to have cooled Aria down, too. Still punch that and giva meat mince over the rubber noodle leaves.

And covered with crushed rock salt and pico leaves.

Here comes the magic extract!

Drizzle a moist cream-colored paste over a pile of meat.

All you have to do is mix it up even.

When I looked more at Ai-Fa, I was distracted.

Sorry. It would be an interesting spectacle for a forest folk with a thin concept of cooking. I won't give you any more water, so I think you should appreciate it.

After all these minutes, as expected, the stickiness appeared.

Momo meat shredded the fat, but rose meat also had plenty of fat on it, so it has an impeccable finish, both responsive and shaded.

It's just that. The hunch of victory makes my spine tingle.

Scrape off the paste of meat on your palm and apply the excess giva fat onto your palm. Anti-adhesion lubricant.

If you are too big, it is difficult to fire or subtract, so take about a sixth of the meat chunks and mold them into small pieces. Don't forget to play catch ball with both hands and get some air out.

It's 160 grams a piece. Which mini-burgers, six?

Lovely. Beautiful pink color too, makes me want to twitch like this.

Forget that. How about a fire cut?

Hmm. A little strong, I guess. Attempt to adjust all your mind by pulling a little firewood in your hand.

Fire reduction in baked goods dishes is the most important necklace of this menu.

It's hard to be able to add or subtract something like strong fire at first and weak fire at second.

But I can't shake a sleeveless, so I'll just have to compete with my head later.

Flexibility and imagination. And at the end of the day, it's decisive.

I dropped fat in an iron pan, waited for it to dry up to crunch and make fat, and finally put in a giva patty.

The irresistible smell disperses indoors, along with a creepy tone called Juju.

It's a round kid pan at the bottom, so put all six in quickly, and wait a few seconds, taking care that the patties don't stick together with each other.

If I screw up here, I'm ruined already.

Confirm the grilling surface by clinging to the wood belt while also being aware of the change in smell.

Wasn't it necessary to weaken the fire? My senses are about the same when I'm already flipping, but it's still about eight minutes of burning.

Well, it would be better than scorching. I believe that even if the flavour melts a little, it is the raw material of the sauce, and the flavour of Giva meat will not be depleted.

Wait a few more seconds, where it has enough baking color, and flip it.

Now, quickly get ready for the next one - and when I stepped back, I hit an obstacle.

"Wow, I'm surprised! There you are, Ai-Fa!

"... why should I leave my place?"

"No, that's not what I meant... Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just ready"

I bypass the royal Ey-Fa and grab the earthen bottle of fruit liquor and the leaf vessel on which Aria piles up.

Stand in front of the iron pan again, place the earthen bottle and check the baking colour.

About eight minutes. It's a good time.

"I = fa. Hot ones might fly, so be careful, okay?

No reply, but no hesitation allowed. I put the aria in, poured the fruit liquor over my throat, and then quickly closed the lid of the pan.

I can hear the loud noise of bujiba, pussy, a little sticky.

This cooking method is original for 'Gibba Berg'.

In making hamburgers, it is the main road to either cook both sides quickly on high heat so that the flavor does not escape first, then weaken and cook them carefully so that heat passes inside, or transfer them to the oven.

Both of them are impossible, so I chose to steam them.

This should allow you to heat through the inside before burning the surface of the meat.

To this end, I also made the patties into smaller diluted pieces.

I can't fine tune the fire.

Both sides must be cooked over high heat.

Then all the processes have to be covered by high heat.

Then we'll have to keep the patties down and try them in the short showdown.

Still, if I wait for the heat to pass through while I'm on a high fire, it'll burn black.

Therefore, it has to be heated quickly by steaming.

It is a very simple, logical conclusion.

"Okay. That's enough."

When the lid is opened, the fragrance now explodes, including even the aroma of fruit liquor.

I sprinkled a mountain of aria with a wooden slab and broke one of the giva patties in two.

The meat is a beautiful ivory.

There is no redness at all.

"I = fa. Can you get the vessel?

Speaking as he blurted out the wooden slab to keep the other patties from burning, he remained silent and the wooden vessel was softly given away.

Put three patties on you quickly, receive a new vessel again, and rescue all three others.

"All right. All we have to do is burn this guy up and we're done."

As I say, I'll try a pinch of Aria.

Already a good touch of teeth. Maybe you shouldn't cook too much.

A sauce made of fat, gravy and fruit liquor boils down to the bottom of the pan.

Add a pinch of rock salt and Pico leaves and mix thoroughly with Aria, and you're done.

"I = fa. Mokai vessel"

When I said it, I was given a vessel with a patty.

That. I can't get my eyes off the iron pan, so I don't know, but did you hold the vessel in your hands and wait all the time for me?

I can feel it. I think she's a really good daughter.

But, well, I don't think I've heard that voice in quite some time.

Write gossip, that's anyway.

Place the aria evenly on the two vessels and sauce them with a wooden spoon, and 'Gibba Berg' is done.

"Ah. Sit down for a minute and wait for me."

I ran up to the food pantry and brought a Poitan that I had put to sleep.

But there will no longer be anyone who can recognize it as Poitan.

Seeing that object put on a rubber nokimodo, Ai-Fa also leans his neck suspiciously.

An object that you want to flatten in a circle with a little scorch on the cream color.

If a human being who shares my birthplace saw it, he might have called it "Nan" or "Okonomiyaki without utensils" of Indian cuisine.

This is who Poitan was.

"Anyway, let's eat before it gets cold! I'll explain it later."