18 ③ Encounter

Let's conclude.

Poitan was "grain," not "vegetables," I guess.

Everything does not leave the realm of conjecture. Because there is no way to find out about it.

Nevertheless, by assuming so, I was finally able to find a way to cook this guy.

The tip was "nutritional value".

It's not that hard to talk about. It is a story at the elementary level.

The protein source is Giva's meat.

Vitamins and fibrous qualities are vegetable aria.

So, how's the carbohydrate? The question was the first divine revelation.

I don't know what the inhabitants of this world do with their body structure. But since this is the only thing that looks exactly alike, there won't be a problem if I apply this one called common sense for a little while.

Ai-Fa is a very healthy daughter.

My skin is beautiful, I have a polished body, and my arm strength is probably stronger than mine.

A balanced diet should be a must to build such an eye-fa.

So, Ai-Fa is eating meat. I also eat vegetables. Then it would be more unnatural not to think that we are eating cereal as well.

In the first place, carbohydrates are a source of energy.

It was inconceivable to me that Ai-Fa, full of unbeatable energy and strength, was not consuming carbohydrates.

"Poitans are cereals, not vegetables"

The other breakthrough that led me to that conclusion was the "texture" of the poignant.

When I first ate this guy, I thought.

"It's like, flour dissolved in water," he said.

flour, that is, grain ground with wheat. It is cereal flour.

There was no need to bake, fry or scramble raw. The answer was stuck to the present from the beginning.

More importance should have been attached to the food habits of the people by the woods.

Because "simmering" was the only absolute answer.

By simmering in high heat, the tannins of the poitan are removed and dissolved in water.

That's how Poitan qualifies to enter a person's mouth.

But it's muddy water that doesn't taste like this. A hundred steps away, flour dissolved in water.

If it's flour dissolved in water, you can put it back in just flour.

After all those thoughts, I got into Poitan's offense.

Simmer the poitan with a small amount of water to create various poitan juices and heat it to the limit even further. When I heated him to the point of burning, Poitan turned out to be a semi-liquid fabric like slime.

After exposing all that to the sun for an hour, it finally solidified into a kachikachi.

I crushed it and tried it - it had no flavor or flavor, it was just powder.

After all, it is endlessly similar to "flour".

Then I'll treat you like flour.

My hunch is wrong.

When the powdered poitan was dissolved in water and it was set on fire, it did not simmer like a raw poitan, but began to burn when it was blurred.

It's like an okonomiyaki without utensils.

With only a few samples left, I tried baking the same Poitan that slimmed without exposing it to the sun, but that one didn't work. Only the moisture will fly away and later only the burnt powder will remain.

It was up to me to dry it completely once.

I don't know what kind of molecular sequence changes are taking place in Poitan, and I don't really want to know.

Anyway, I found it.

For me, the right answer.

And - my mind, apart from the sense of victory that I was finally able to attack Poitan, was also captivated by intense joy and exaltation.

The flour, if a "connection" exists, could challenge the "hamburger" that was about to give up halfway.

Connection is an ingredient for connecting meat to meat made into mince.

Typically, egg yolks, bread flour, and the like are used.

Of course, you can make hamburgers without having to put in a connection or something. I've heard that it's Japan's own culture to connect to Hamburg in the first place. I've heard different theories about "as long as you add salt" or "you don't have to mix anything well".

But I never made a hamburger or anything without a connection, so I was really stepping on two legs.

Well, I had plenty of extra meat, so I thought I'd try a prototype during the day, or I'd keep it at the bottom of the creation list.

But if there's a connection, it's not the story.

Steamed or Teriyaki can be challenged at any time, and I don't think it's harder than stewed dishes.

Then I felt like doing it.

Hamburgers are so-called processed foods. It's a meat dish that doesn't have a meat prototype. Even on a classic menu that is in the middle of nowhere for me, it must seem like a strange dish for this people of different worlds.

If I could succeed in creating a hamburger, how amazing could I be - thinking that way, my chest would have grown like a maiden in love.

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It was the fifth supper after such a twist.

"It's turned out a lot different, but this guy's a poignant. This guy doesn't taste like it, so I guess it's easy to eat it with the meat."

Three tiny 'Gibba Bergs' with sliced aria and plenty of covered fruit liquor-based sauce.

And it's like a mandarin's okonomiyaki, baked poitan. Is the size 30cm in diameter and 1cm thick?

"Okay, I'll take it"

Ai-Fa also said something in his mouth, showing him a way to draw a line in his mouth with his left fingertip.

Then I take the vessel and the spoon, and just with a suspicious look, I stare around at 'Gibba Berg'.

I sneaked up on him like that, and I put a wooden spoon in Pate.

Yeah. Solidly, no problem. The cross section is also unscrupulous and juicy, and the finish would be excellent first.

However, only this time, the question of compatibility with ingredients remains.

There shouldn't be so many people who say, "Let's make hamburgers out of sissi meat."

I can guess that's because sissi meat is not really suitable for a cooking method called hamburger.

Sissi meat is softer than pork, perhaps only when it undergoes the process of "boiling".

I think it was caused by the nature of the fat content, but the softer the sissies are cooked, the softer the flesh is.

If you eat in other processes, Sissi meat is still categorized as hardened meat.

Of course, if you process it in the right procedure, it doesn't make it that hard. but softer than cattle and pigs, would not mean.

Besides, it's the beef that goes down Hamburg's main road.

Just as popular is the grinding with pork.

I haven't heard much about hamburgers with pork only.

And because boars are the original species of pigs, meat is still close to pigs.

Sissi meat that is never suitable for hamburgers - and tastes exactly the same, giva meat. What finish does the hamburger made of that giva meat end up in? Even if I can surprise Ai-Fa, can I convince myself...

Battle, battle.

I threw "Gibba Berg" in my mouth with a wooden spoon.

Still hot enough gravy spreads into his mouth, with momentum that is likely to burn him.

My first thoughts are - "sweet".

I wonder what. It's very sweet. Sissi meat, no. Is it the sweetness of the fat characteristic of giva meat?

Along with its mellow sweetness, I think the flavor of a bit crunchy meat and the aroma of fruit wine sauce spreads - delicious.

The meat, after all, is pretty chewy as a hamburger. Even if you mince all that carefully, does it remain so chewy?

But it's not an unpleasant bite. The meat is stiff, rather than a firm bite, I would say.

Then, if you chew, the gravy will flood again, and the taste and moisture will spread in your mouth.

... No.

After all, I prefer meat that is stronger than the crowd.

Sissi meat, sheepmeat, duck meat? I like that flavorful meat.

So... honestly, I think it's delicious.

I can't make an objective assessment.

I mean, it's delicious, it's so great!

With sliced aria, tease plenty of sauce and carry meat into your mouth again.

Delicious.

Tasty and unscrupulous.

Maybe I'll give Shishi's hamburger the same rating.

It's just embarrassing to give such an overestimation to a dish I made myself, but it's really delicious.

If it was just to give you the only difficulty, I would like to taste it with a thicker patty, or so.

The specific gravity of the inner meat containing gravy, relative to the thickness of the dough on both sides well cooked, is small.

That's about all I'm dissatisfied with.

When I ripped off the poiton and put it in my mouth, this was delicious again.

Ideally white rice, but vegetables and cereals are a must for meat after all.

I know a lot of countries don't, but that's what I grew up in. That's what I grew up in. Carbohydrates for meat, and vegetables. No matter which one is missing, it does not reach the ideal.

Besides, this tasteless flavour of cereal is a flavour that matches the flavour of the crackle.

It makes me realize that I was more hungry for carbohydrates than I thought I was.

Poitan is not as dusty as bread and nan, and it is the only foods that are baked without utensils and without even eggs. Still delicious, I think.

Less than one poiton in three burgs. "Gibba Berg" had a pretty intense taste, so I felt like I could eat about two more if I wanted to.

I was so repentant, Poitan, but I didn't think I'd laugh bitterly - and "What are you laughing at, you" got coldly stuck in there.

It's the voice of Ey-Fa, which I hear in the first place.

How about it. I'm obsessed with eating again, and my consciousness is out of the Ey-Fa trend.

I think a little bit of a reflection on how I'm supposed to eat, too.

"Oh, Ai-Fa. Taste better, how about it?

When I saw it, I almost finished eating my second berg, taunting more than half the Poitan already.

Fast. I'm just about to finish my first meal.

After sipping down what I had carried into that mouth, Ai-Fa said a word "delicious".

"Thanks for that!... but I'd love to hear your thoughts in more detail."

When I said that, now they said, "I don't like it."

"... no?

"I don't like it. I don't want to tell you what I think."

"Yeah. Why not? Are you still mad about the daytime thing?

"About the daytime?" and lean his little neck.

"Oh. That you've lost me and gone into indecency? I totally forgot that."

"I forgot... then why aren't you telling me what you think?

"It's weird! I don't want to tell you, I don't want to!

Then an inexplicable phenomenon arose.

Ey-Fa turned his face bright red, and he fell asleep to hide his face in the vessel he held.

"That'll be enough! Don't look at me!

I have no idea.

Well, no. Your emotions seem to be unstable today, so let's just say we'll be asking for your thoughts later. I can't deny the sense of shoulder watermark, but I got a "delicious" rating.

And when I thought about it that much.

From a direction where thoughts didn't lean in, thoughts didn't lean in.

"Hey. What's that eating?

Me and I-Fa look at you in dismay.

Next to Kama, through the window.

It's getting a lot darker out the window - the plaid ladder, with a small face floating up.

"Hey! It smells so good. Is that a giva? What's that white over there?

"Limi-Lu.... I told you to stay away from my house"

And I was a little relieved that Ey-Fa, who erased the look of surprise, replied as nothing. If you're familiar with him, let's get to the point. There is no darkness behind us.

Still, what is it, this child?

I'm so small, I just can't get my reddish hair and crushed eyes out of the window, I don't even know what kind of face I look like.

"No! Why are you saying such a mean thing when I haven't seen you for a while?... Hey! What's that eating? What does it taste like? Who made it? Who's that guy over there, Ai-Fa's husband?

"Don't let the fool out! Such a raw white man and how could I!

That word hurt me violently.

but.

Ey-Fa's face, scattered like that, had turned the reddest ever.

Hmm.

Offset, let's just say.

"Hey, who the hell is that kid?

I asked Ai-Fa, but it was the person who answered.

"Limi-Lu is Limi-Lu! She's the last daughter of Lew's house! Limi-Lu is an Eye Fa treat!

"Don't be ridiculous. I don't remember being friends with you or anything, Rimi-Lou."

That's what Ey-Fa said in a cooler voice than usual while putting a wooden spoon in the last berg.

"I hate noisy children like you."

Then.

The child, named Rimi-Lou, became a neat eye for a moment.

The next moment, it exploded.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

And he began to cry a great deal.

"Oh, hey, Ai-Fa, you're not such a very popular thing with kids either..." my voice, trying to resist, is also wiped out by that cry.

It's a tremendous cry. My eardrum hurts.

"Ri Mi uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Only the word" managed to analyze it.

Whatever.

This is how I met Limi-Lu, the youngest daughter of the Lu family, who was going to decide my fate in the future.