120 ② Grilled Poitan - Vain People

The women who accompanied me were eight.

From the main house of Luu, four people: Meer Ray-Luu, Vina-Lu, Raina-Lu and Lara-Luu. From the branch of Luu, two people: Sheila-Lu and Tali-Luu. From the Rutim main house, two people, Ama Min-Rutim and Morn-Rutim, are.

In contrast, there are fifteen women in the Sung family.

In terms of numbers, it's impeccable.

The problem is its quality.

"Um, is there anyone in this house Sung?

After I moved only the Poitan and the cookware between the tears, I called it that way.

There was no space for as many as 24 human beings, so the place was right in front of each other.

The Ai-Fa and Donda-Lou are sitting in a slightly remote area, scratching dried meat, etc., watching over us.

"… there are no human beings in this house"

The oldest women answered that with an unchallenged voice.

"Really? You're in trouble. For the future Mida-Sung, I wanted the women in the main house to learn the art of cooking."

…………

"Yes?"

"... the ladies in the main house will never take any of your turn."

"Huh? So who keeps the main house's kamadoku number?

"… we keep it"

"Really?... but there are about three women in the main house too, right?

Besides her eldest sister, Yamir-Sung, there must be a youngest sister and a parent's wife, Gazran-Rutim tells me.

But the women only repeated, "… we are in our custody".

"Really? I get it. Now let's get to work.... first, cook the fire with a warm kamado. I can only find four iron pans, so can you bring about three more from the branch?

The women of the Sung family moved loose again without a reply.

Seeing that hectic appearance, Vina-Lou whispers, "I'm kind of anxious to get ahead of you..."

"If this were us, it would seem so much quicker to work alone...?

"Yes. That's the hard part about not being able to do that"

Is it possible to beat the skill of cooking on people who have no hegemony so far?

This was going to be so much more painful work than Rutim's feast.

"In an iron pan, pour which water you are in for the sixth minute. Kama which fire is stronger. … so when it boils, add forty poitanes for each pan"

In the meantime, there are five kamados.

There will be ten Sung families there and three sisters of the Luu main house, as well as Tali-Luu.

Outside, there are two kamados.

There are five Sung families and two Rutims.

Not only do we teach cooking, but so that the women of the Sung family don't imitate anything strange - well, I don't think we mix poison or anything else in the dishes we mouth either, but anyway, there's a strong sense in not imitating it that doesn't go along with this one's intentions, or monitoring it.

"When it's boiled down, please stir so that the poiton doesn't burn. … Now, should we check the next steps?"

At the entrance between Kama and Kama, I call on Mother Meer Ray and Sheila-Lou.

"As planned, finish cooking the soup with a split teak when you are done simmering the Poitan. My squads are Vina-Lou and Lara-Lou, Meer Ray-Lou's squads are Ama Min-Loutim and Morn-Lutim, Sheila-Lou's squads are Raina-Lou and Tali-Lou, okay?

"I don't mind that. In the meantime, I guess I'll leave the boiled potatoes here, won't I? That's what worries me the most."

"I don't have anything to worry about either. But which way. It's hard to finish all this food in one place. We'll just have to taste it and see if there's any funny pranks."

"Right.... but why are the Sung women always this guy..."

And when Mother Meer Ray was about to say it.

Somehow I heard the barbaric voice of the men.

Seeing, under the Donda-Lou's, there are more strange male figures.

"Wow... what is that, what is that?

Even at this distance, the alienation of the persons could be clearly seen.

About six men are raising their voices to Donda-Lou et al.

Four of them wore Giva fur from their heads, and the other two - oh, my God, they seemed to have Giva's skull on their heads.

"You're the people who control the northern edge of the woods. The fur is worn by the Zazas and Genes, and the bones are worn by the Doms. All of them are family members of the Sung family."

"Are you a family member of the Sung family..."

"Oh. In a way, they're more troublesome than the Sung family, aren't they? Anyway, the temper is rough, and the hardness of my head tells me my parents are losing face."

"Yeah? Better than Donda-Lou!?

After I said it, I thought it was gone.

The stubborn parent's daughter-in-law, Mia Ray, mother, laughs delightfully.

"With that rocky head firmness, they still swear absolute loyalty to the chieftaincy. The settlements of Dom and Zaza are far from the Sung family at the northern end, so I don't think I realize one thing about how corrupt the chieftaincy is right now."

"I see... that sounds troublesome"

"Oh, troublesome. For those people, you might think that Luu and Fa, who defy the chieftaincy, are the ones who threaten the tranquillity of the woodland."

It's troublesome. It's really troublesome.

Maybe I had a chronic mind somewhere in my mind that if it were a rough thing, I wouldn't take lag if it were Donda-Lou or Ai-Fa - etc. For all the men in the Sung main house were too small a bunch.

But now the guys who are eating at Donda-Lou and Dan-Lutim seemed brave and vicious to see.

The one wearing fur, the one wearing the skull, they are all the owners of a giant that is unbeatable by Donda-Lou and Dan-Rutim.

To be dressed in such a rugged outfit, that's what makes it look like a giant giva standing on two legs.

Even though there are only six of the three in number, they have not even shown a total of fifteen Donda-Lou et al. as if they were frightened. I don't know what you're exaggerating about, but it's still a sword screen that's going to pull out a knife.

"Wow, so you're telling me not to burn you!

and suddenly Lara-Luu's hurried and fuzzy voice echoed there.

"You don't just have to be stirring!? Yeah, that's enough, just get out of the way!

"... ha," a distracted voice responds.

Peeping through the time, Lara-Luu had just begun to fight the contents of the iron pot in a wooden slab that he robbed from the women of the still much younger Sung family.

"Sorry, Asta! I could've scorched you! I was wondering if I should put it down anyway?

"Yeah, if the burnt ones seem to get mixed up, you'd better put them down, even if they're a little watery -"

There, he said, "Uh-huh!" The scream overlaps.

And something heavy falls on the ground, dull tone.

Which direction is the outdoor kama?

Running over with Mother Meer Ray and the others, I was supposed to find Morn-Rutim with his butt on the ground, Ama Min-Rutim standing there with a bewildered look, and an iron pot with half a poiton on the ground - and a bunch of Sung women standing there blurring out with Grigi's stick in their hands.

"Ama Min-Rutim, what's wrong!?

"Oh, Asta - I'm sorry. Poitan boiled, so I thought I'd have the iron pan lowered, but it turned out like this."

At the feet of my sister-in-law holding her forehead so she could get a headache, Morn-Rutim said, "You almost got a big burn!," he whispers.

Morn-Rutim is the youngest sister of Rutim's main house - that is, the sister of Gazran-Rutim and the daughter of Dan-Rutim.

She's a bright, energetic girl with a lovely look like her father, her face and body fuzzy and round.

Its, usually warm and soft, Morn-Rutim has turned his face bright red with anger.

"What the hell is that bump? I'm not satisfied enough to carry an iron pan, and I don't know which number you're going to catch!?

When she got angry that way, she was becoming more and more like her father.

However, the women of the Sung family nodded "hah" with a faint face after all.

"... this guy has a really, really hard future," Mother Meer Ray, standing in my place, breathes deeply.

"The parents seem to be having a hard time, but we're worried about that, too. Isn't it loose? It's the easiest Poitan. So, can't we just let it go?

"Right. Shall I change my mind a little bit?"

I thought I'd start by looking at the Sung family's arrangements in this task. Apparently you can't say such a long thing.

Finally, since I put the relative eye-fa figures with Sung's family in my sight, how long have I been turning?

"Lara-Luu! Bring me the pot I burned! Along with a pattern for water bottles!... Instead of Sheila-Lou, Lara-Lou, assist the Raina-Lou guys"

"Yes."

Let the iron pans carried by the Lala-Lou and Sung housewives line up with the iron pans of the Rutim squad.

"For the unburnt portion of Poitan, please transfer it with a patterned bamboo in this pot. So, you guys bring one new iron pan - no, bring about two. In one of them, simmer an extra portion of the spilled and burnt portions of the poiton."

When this happens, we may also have been lucky to have had eight cancellations.

Of course, more ingredients had been brought in in case of a cooking failure, but the great failure so far could not be assumed.

(I'm deliberately trying to fail and pull my leg - I guess that doesn't mean)

If it's a failure that can impersonate us, it's still up to them to reprimand us, even if we don't have enough food.

I'm just not motivated, I'm sure.

"All right. Let's use all the remaining poitanes. Lara-Lew, now I'm going to show you an example, and you're going to finish it all?

"Yeah. If they waste any more poitan, you can't stop.... you guys, come on, you look so stupid, but what do you think the important food is? This is the Poitan you got from Giva's fangs and horns that the men have been hunting for their lives, right?

These are also the Sung family ladies who say "I'm sorry" to the angry head Lara-Luu with an emotionless voice.

Going back to Kama with those girls, it was like Lara-Lu had managed to finish the work without delay, except as long as he was in charge.

However, Vina-Lou and Raina-Lou have also lost a lot of weight.

"You've boiled all your poisons, haven't you? Then move the iron pan to a sunny spot outside! Be careful not to spill it!

After a few seconds of lugging, the women of the Sung family grab Grigi's stick.

That's how I unloaded all the iron pans outdoors, and after Lara-Lew had finished the extra minutes of work, I had all the members lined up again in front of each other.

"This is how Poitan, who has now been boiled, exposes himself to heaven and waits for the water to run out altogether. In the meantime, now we're going to make Giva and Aria broth, but before we do, let me reiterate a lot about today's work. … everyone in the Sung family, please come in sometime"

Side by side with the silent moving women, I held one of the bags that had been loaded at the end of the door.

It is a bag of meat.

"Then can Vina-Lou come with us? Everyone else, watch from the entrance."

Fifteen Sung women, me and Vina-Lou. Whenever it's about the same size as the Lew family, if that's all the people in it, it's already full there.

What the hell are the members of my elite unit who couldn't get in there going to start? In the face of it, I peek inside through the entrance.

I laid a bag of meat on the workbench provided for Kamado, and I looked over at the ladies standing in line.

"This is the meat of Giva brought from the houses of Luu and Rutim. Today, I'm going to use this guy to make dinner meals."

The women of the Sung family look at me like dead fish without even seeing me.

"This meat is loosened with a special process that takes the smell of meat. I use this meat to serve a restaurant in Inn Town, did you know that?

When I asked the women nearby, the voice returned, "... no".

"Really? So, why did we leave the Sung family behind, and what's going on around there?

"... Yes. I don't know."

"Really?... Actually, about ten days ago, Mida-Sung, Sung's youngest brother from the main house, came to that store and bought my dish. So Mida-Sung said she liked my food a lot, so, overnight, the head of the house, Zulu-Sung, told me which number to take."

There is no change in the condition of the women.

Stick around, aren't you even afraid of the guys in the main house?

"So I have to cook a dish that can satisfy Mida-Sun. But if that ends overnight, doesn't that make much sense? So I want you guys to learn how to cook delicious dishes, even if you keep the Sung family's kamado number every day.... do you think I don't like that?

And I turned my spear on another woman.

"... there's no reason to think I don't like it," the women, who are a little older, replied with an emotionless voice.

"Really? … don't you want to try some delicious food yourself or something?

"… delicious food, I'm not sure what the word means"

"Hmm. How about you?

and turn the spear to your younger daughter who stood next to it.

"… I think we should be thankful for all meals, regardless of taste"

As a forest folk, it is an exemplary answer.

That's how we all felt at first, even the people of Ie-Fa, and the people of Lou and Rutim.

"Yes, you are. But as you can see, I was a foreigner, and in my birthplace, I was a cook. My job is to cook delicious food. Sung's head of household, Zulo-Sung, is supposed to have a price to pay, so you have to do the job at all costs."

I'll keep an eye on another woman again.

"Can you help me with that job?

"… as such, we accept from Yamil-Sung"

"Thank you.... It's just that now the story is getting bigger, and I'm not only going to make dinner with the Sung main house, starting with Mida-Sun, but also with those gathered at the Parents' Conference, and even with the Sung branches. We need to make sure you and your family have a good dinner."

So finally, I let him take the meat wrap out of the bag.

Unwrap the rubber noodles and spread the meat mass all over the pico leaves over the workbench.

The area was the right hind leg.

"Vina-Lou, can you warm the iron pan with a high heat?

"Yeah, okay. Wow..."

In the meantime, I cut the meat with a sandwich knife.

It's me who won the Sim cooking knife, but I still need this guy to cut the meat.

"You may not be interested in good food, but it's my job to feed you good food. Stay tuned today because this is how you decided to work with us."

"... Are you mad that maybe we've scorched or dropped the pot?

And the oldest and half-green-haired women raise their voices without discouragement.

"Then let me offer you a prayer. I want to be careful not to fail in the future."

"There's no need for wasabi. I just wanted you to get to work in a positive way anyway."

I stared at the tired faces of the women.

"Why do you all look so unheeded? Which job do you dislike? Or is it unwillingness to help an exotic like me?

"… no human being dissatisfied with his work…"

I kind of felt like I was even talking to an old dog who didn't speak the language.

After all, they look just like that Tay-Sung.

Apathetic, indifferent, uninspiring, with that Tay-Sung.

(So... those Tay-Sung and these ladies, they're all split people, right?)

None of the people in Sung's main house had such eyes.

There is a huge disparity between the main house and the branches.

I don't know who that is, but as it is, our work could end in a huge failure.

"... Asta, the pan is warm..."

"Thank you," I put the knife down.

And I let the women of the Sung family swallow the momomo meat cut to what thickness it was 5mm.

"I'll cook this meat now. The only flavoring is Pico leaves, right? It feels good and it's greasy, so I just cook it like this."

As declared, add the momomo meat to the iron pan.

The number is exactly fifteen.

Along with the bright white smoke, the smell of pure meat roasting fills the skin.

"Vina-Lou, one wood plate and one wood spoon please"

"Ha..."

The meat was thin, so I quickly baked it up.

Transfer all of that to a wooden dish, and I'll hand it to the old ladies.

"Try one at a time. This is the giva meat that's been processed to drain blood."

The women, using the wooden spoon, ate it.

The area around the eyebrows of that untouched face is just a little twitchy.

The next ladies were unresponsive.

The next ladies close their eyelids more and more.

The next ladies open their eyes only slightly.

The next ladies are unresponsive.

The reaction is, people are different.

Of these, the one who moved his expression the biggest was the youngest, about ten years old girl.

I cloud my eyebrows with some anxiety and look around at my left and right compatriots.

But no one tries to respond to it.

"I don't know if you like it, but you only know that the taste has changed, right? The people of Lou and Rutim rated this as' delicious'. … I've been asked several times around the woods the phrase 'no food tastes or bad tastes', but if I were to eat it anyway, I wouldn't have scrubbed it deliciously."

That will be all that can be conveyed in words.

And then there's nothing else for you to feel.

"What we're about to make is more delicious food. For Mida-Sung's sake as well, please help us. … I would now like to split into three teams to work on a different dish"