643 First story rare cook (top)

When I woke up, someone was setting fire to my body in the thin light.

Leather curtains are stretched around and over the head, and soft rugs are laid at the feet. Apparently, the people of the meadows dwell inside the tent. He couldn't figure out how, so he decided to raise his voice "Um".

"Who are you? What have I done?

The person who was turning his back on this one and spinning the iron pan looks back at this one with a quiet that doesn't disturb the air either.

After all, he was an old man, thinking of the people of the meadows.

Is your age a little over fifty? He has long, thin, black skin like a people of the east, and his long, noose hair is starting to mix with white. The eyes are long, the nose is high and the lips are thin. Wrinkles leaned over his eyes and mouth, and no expression was given on its lean surface.

"Did you finally wake up... you were going down, traveler"

And it was the unspeakable word of the west that was unleashed from his mouth.

"I seem to have been a lot weaker, so I'm stuck with a nourishing diet. You'll be boiling soon, so rest your body until then."

"Yes, thank you. … I have fallen again."

In the eyes of the man who heard the words, a lot of light lit up.

"Do you have something, even a demon? Then you'll have to use the vanilla that matches it."

"No, it's not that it's a disease. The inside of my nose and mouth seems to be all the more sensitive and extremely vulnerable to sand and dust. Must have made it hard to breathe and lost consciousness."

To a man with increasingly coarse eyes, he lowered his head.

"My name is Varcus of Genos, a people of the west. Thank you for helping us where we are in danger.... If you don't mind, can I ask your name?

"... Non, my name is Tartumai. You don't have a hometown, you're a windmill."

With that said, Turtumai has turned to Vulcus for each body.

"But if it's so difficult for you, how could you have been in such a place? Did the bandit find you or something?

"No, I was travelling on this Sim meadow of my own accord"

"Journey," Tartumai repeated.

"But most of this territory of" Gi "leaves its natural appearance intact. There is no cobblestone to hide the earth, so let the dust rise in every place."

"Yeah. Really, everywhere I go, it's dusty, and I'm so sick of my heart"

"... So why are you traveling, etc, in such a place? Speaking of Genos, it's the most easterly territory in Selva, but it should still take a long moon in Totos."

"That's for training, isn't it? I am a cook."

"The cook," Tartumai repeated again.

"I don't know. Let's just say cooks are people who cook in exchange for copper coins? How can traveling through the meadows be a cook's training?

"That, of course, is to learn how to handle Sims' vanilla"

After answering that way, Vulcus was to cough hard. There was still some dust left on the inside of his nose and throat.

"Oh, you made it impossible, while I told you to rest your body. You may drink water or even milk wine."

"Milk wine? You mean the booze made out of Gamma's milk?

As Varcus embarked on himself, Tartumai took out a baggy water bottle, "Yes," he said.

"For humans living in meadows, milk wine becomes more familiar than water. You can make as many games as you want."

"Now, I want to show you the flavor."

Tartumai nodded one thing, offering a baggy water bottle to Varcus.

When I hold it in my hand, it conveys something unique. It seemed to be a water bottle made of Gamma's stomach or something, not smooth leather.

"Thank you for your generosity"

After stating so, Varcus contained the water bottle's milk liquor in his mouth.

Really, a tremendous amount of acidity jumps in my mouth. It was as if it tasted like rotten caron milk.

Moreover, the aroma is more intense than caron cheese. It has a strong, sour, heavy aroma.

However, I can also feel the mellow sweetness on the other side of it.

It is extremely smooth and sweet, unlike sugar, honey and fruit juice. It was precisely a unique sweetness, held only by those made of milk.

To be the main culinary subject, it tastes and smells too strong.

Combined with another ingredient, however, it would create a unique flavour for milk alcohol.

Varcus, with great satisfaction, asked Tartumai to return the water bottle.

"Thank you. Very helpful."

"Don't hesitate, drink as much as you want. You can make as much milk wine as you want."

"No, I will not drink. I want to clean my mouth, so can I have some water?

Tartumai stared at Varcus' face before offering him another water bottle.

Varcus drinks it down as he washes his mouth off with it. The contents of the water bottle were quickly emptied.

"Thank you. My body seemed dry and I stuck with it and drank it."

"I don't mind that at all...... did you desire a drink that was so dry yet not even drinkable?

"Yes, I have never had a chance to mouth a bottle of milk alcohol before so I am very grateful"

Tartumai took a small breath before turning back towards the iron pan.

"Oh, you seem to have boiled the pot. I don't know if it suits your mouth, but you can eat it for your body."

"Yes, thank you"

Before Varcus, a broth poured wood dish was placed.

It has a spicy red hue, and the hardly carved ingredients are hidden. Besides, I guess different vanilla is used. Since just now, a great sense of anticipation had come to Varcus' chest.

"It's hot, so be careful. … and if your throat is weak, it may be difficult to eat without saying goodbye."

"Don't worry about that. I am vulnerable to dust because it is foreign. No matter how irritating the ingredients are, I will not cough with them."

Whatever such a reply might be, Vulcus lifted the wood dish.

A really pleasant fragrance strokes Varcus' nose. It was certainly a fragrance with strong irritation, but for Varcus it was pleasure itself.

To measure the taste accurately first, just soak up the broth with a wooden spoon.

red broth with a slight oil membrane. Besides, I was able to confirm what appeared to be fine shards of black vanilla.

When I lean my nose, I feel a more elaborate fragrance that combines in complexity.

At least, it smelled like about four kinds of vanilla were used.

Naturally, the fruit of the chit that the people of the east prefer above all else, is disturbed by the smell of acidity and bitterness that is different from it. Besides, it seemed that ingredients not known to Varcus were also used.

(If the fruit of Chit alone turns so red, even a servant eastern people shouldn't be able to speak. I'm sure this is the shade of ingredients that dominate the broth)

But it is clear that it is not Talapa. This acidity was distinctly different from that of Tarapa, and the thick texture of the broth was similar to that of Tarapa.

(This acidity is felt to be brought from vanilla. So what is this red ingredient... the texture feels like a little lighter on the shredded gigo)

When Varcus thinks that way, he says, "What's up?," he called out.

"The scent may be tough, but I don't use anything that can be a physical poison. Rest assured, enjoy."

"Yes, I was checking the scent first"

Varcus soaked up with a wooden spoon once again when he returned the completely chilled broth to the wood dish.

Spread very small portions evenly over the tongue.

After all, it was painful to stand first.

The fruit of the chit and a lot sober spiciness than that is bouncing over my tongue. It was the spiciness of such a condition that the cry of a human baby was covered in the tall squeal of Totos.

There, there's a mixture of bitterness and acidity. What was causing the bitterness was a fragment of black vanilla that was so crushed that the acidity was well blended into the broth.

This black vanilla must be carefully smoked. It appears to be fragrant and smooth, with a unique depth of suffering.

There are several types of acidity overlaid. One of them was the same acidity as the milk liquor I just mouthed.

(but not the acidity of the milk liquor itself. Made of Gamma's milk, another ingredient...... I guess it's either milk or butter. Is that also affecting this texture)

With regard to the milk of the carons, Varcus has already studied it. Next to Genos, there was a doubag with a ranch of carons, so the research was essential.

However, in Karon and Gama, there still seems to be a difference in milk as well. Ragged and thicker acidity than Varcus' known whey and butter was stimulating the tongue with strong spiciness.

It was the slight flavor that did not even sweeten them, and the oil that smudged from the meat.

Both taste unknown to Varcus. Gamma's dried meat has had several chances to mouth it, but it's a weightless, neater oil than that. The closest seemed to be the oil on Kimmus' skin, but it felt a lot rougher than that.

(The taste of the beast depends on what you eat. I'm sure this is like... wild birds)

If you are a wild bird, you may eat insects as well as nuts. It was thought that the nourishment brought from it would create this roughness.

So what about flavors that don't even taste sweet?

Though covered with numerous vanilla, it was rarely that flavor that should dominate the broth. It also feels slightly earthy, but has a deep flavor behind it. It is a slight sweetness that only vegetables have, unlike sugar, honey or fruit. It seemed that it was the ingredients that were combining the spiciness, bitterness and acidity of vanilla and reconciling it, even though it was such a fragile flavor.

(In my knowledge, the closest is Nennon... um, this mellow flavor may be worthy of root vegetables. Just wondering if root vegetables and the like exist in a meadow that has no habit of cultivating fields)

Varcus often thought about it.

Then Tartumai spoke up again.

"Customer, are you sure you're okay? If you're not feeling well, you can rest a little before you eat."

"I feel very much better. Visit this Sim meadow, perhaps the most daunting."

Varcus put the wooden plate on the rug and let Tartumai try to give it a toast.

"I am sincerely grateful to the stranger for giving me such a wonderful meal. On top of that, let me say thank you."

"Thank you and nothing, didn't you just sip the broth yet"

Seeing, Tartumai's wood dish was already empty.

"If you're not feeling bad, what the hell were you thinking? Was there anything suspicious about this meal?

"No. I was just struck by a bunch of strange ingredients. It took me a while to check on those flavors."

"... but you still look like you haven't spoken meat or vegetables"

"Yes. This broth alone is enough to impress me. I'm not looking forward to the material either."

Turtumai was shaking her head as she sighed.

"I wonder if cooking is as odd for everyone as you are.... No, excuse me. Until now, there has been no opportunity for those who make a living as cooks…"

"I was considered a freak, even as a cook. The other day, I was given some free time from the restaurant where I worked, so I could visit Sims without worrying."

After answering that way, Vulcus took up the wood dish again.

"Now let me get to the end of the meal. My chest won't jump before I say what kind of materials are used."

"... is it in keeping with Sim's fluency that you don't move your expression?

Varcus let him shake his head, "No."

"The facial expressions don't move very much will be what you were born with. It is also one of the factors that is repelled by others."

"Really? But even if you don't move your expression, it seems you can see your chest bouncing like a toddler with the glow of those eyes"

It was Turtumai, who would state it that way, who felt signs that he was smiling bitterly with no expression.

"Oh, you've got in the way of a meal. Enjoy."

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me"

Varcus stirred the contents of the plate, and now carried every ingredient broth into his mouth.

"Oh, this... you were still using bird meat. Is it a wild bird or something?

"Yes. On the day a wild bird or snake is taken, we eat that meat. There are limits to the dried meat of gamma."

"Is this Aria and Pra? Aria and Pra exist in Sims, too."

"Yes, it wasn't brought up by Nan, it was bought from a riverside settlement."

"So are the root vegetables that dominate this broth also what you got there?

"My name is Yanmul Root. You are called the grace of the Oriental God because you can easily harvest it in the meadows. Gamma lives by eating its Janmul leaves."

"Oh, is this root vegetable hidden under Gamma's eating grass? I've been wandering through the meadows the last few days and haven't had a chance to know at all"

So Vulcus stopped his dining hand and stared at Tartumai.

"So the gamma grown in the meadows supposedly smells less meat and milk than the gamma grown in the mountains is different depending on whether you're eating that Yanmul leaf or not?

"Perhaps, it is. At least there won't be any Yanmul growing in the mountains."

"I see. One more thing, I never learned"

That was how quite a few interactions were to be made by the time Vulcus finished eating all the meals.

Finally, he places an empty wooden dish on the rug, and Varcus lets him bow his head once again.

"Have a great meal, thank you. And that's why it was worth visiting Sims."

"Let's take a look at that. Even in the meadows, we live in poverty. Visiting any settlement should be a better meal than this."

"No, it was a few days before I arrived in Sims, but I never had a chance to mouth a better meal. What matters is the human arm that cooked it."

Turtumai had her eyes narrowed on the urchin.

"In this meadow, Nong and others are nothing but poor vagrants. How can such a meal of nonsense be worth it?"

"The use of vanilla is excellent. All the sim dishes I've eaten so far have a strong scent of vanilla killing you, and that was a crude finish. I'm not sorry for the vanilla used in such crude dishes."

It was Varcus', heartfelt word.

"Surely you, too, don't seem to have any understanding of how meat and vegetables are handled. Pra bitterness is in the way of this broth, and Aria had insufficient heat passage. Besides, it would also be possible to create a deeper flavour if you sauté it in the oil of leten beforehand and then throw it in the pan. Wild bird meat also felt some extra flavor, so maybe we need to take more care to remove the odor"

"... as I said, it must have been a crude meal"

"No. Even so, vanilla handling is excellent. On one point I was deeply impressed."

With that said, Vulcus let his knees advance.

"I was terribly dismayed when I heard that there was nothing to go out to the right of the people of the east in the treatment of vanilla, but I was greatly betrayed in its expectations. But I was able to finally get to the bottom of it with someone like you."

"It's Daiya.... because in the first place, Non is not even a people of the East."

Varcus said, "Yes?" and I was to lean my neck.

"What does that mean? Wherever you come from, are you not a people of the east?"

"That would be because Non is a mixed race of East and West. But Non was born in the west, a people in the west."

As if to prove it, Tartumai slightly dusted his mouth.

But it was a much sadder looking smile.

"Non was born in the town of Iraka, north of Selva. But because of this appearance, or because I can't get acquainted with the people around me… Twenty years ago, I took the opportunity of losing my mother to move to this meadow. However, because we were not prepared to change God... we are wandering the meadow alone, using the land of the Oriental God as the son of the Western God."

"Really? If you abandoned your hometown, you might as well change God."

Turtumai was shaking her head silently.

I'm sure some circumstance exists. But for Varcus, it didn't matter.

"Lord Turtumai, I have one favor to ask. Can you not give me your knowledge of vanilla?

"... knowledge of vanilla?

"Yes. Of course your cultivated technology is yours. I don't mean to reveal it to me. I just want you to tell me which vanilla has what properties and that. Thank you for your patience."

Tartumai had been thinking about it for a while.

At the end of the day, shake your head slowly to the side.

"I'm sorry... I can't do that to you."

"That's not true. Aren't you using so many herbs?"

"If you've lived there for twenty years, anyone can wear it, such as how to handle vanilla. It's stuck to the body, not the head, so it's hard to explain in words."

"So you don't have to reveal how to handle it. It's the property of a cook named you."

"Noh is not a cook, he is just a stray. … and did you ask me to give you the knowledge of vanilla? And it's hard to put it into words. I'm not cooking meals like you, I'm just moving my hands."

Varcus said, "I see."

"Then you must be a natural cook. If you can cook that much by simply moving your hands at will, it's only a gifted gift."

"No, so..."

"Please, please. This will be my, at least, feeling."

Varcus asked Tartumai to offer him a silver coin wrap from his nostalgia.

Tartumai has a slight eyebrow root.

"You must not imitate that. If Nong had an evil feeling, what would he do?

"If you were an evil man, you would have blurred these while I was losing my mind. If this is not enough, we will wrap and pay for another one"

Turtumai took a deep breath and pushed back the silver coin wrap.

"This one, I can't take it. … As I said earlier, Non is not comfortable with interacting with others."

"It's the same thing with me. But you're not wishing for friendship, so why not?"

…………

"The only thing that matters to me is making delicious dishes. For that, could you help me, please?

Tartumai remained silent for longer than earlier.

After that, I shake my head again slowly.

"I refuse....... When the night breaks, let me show you to a nearby settlement. You'll learn how to handle vanilla there."

"Really? If there are more cooks in that settlement than you, then so be it."

Varcus let him answer that as he returned the silver coin wrap to his nostalgia.

"But I'm sure something like that doesn't exist. Think again then."

Tartumai just sighed and didn't try to answer anything.

Varcus plumbs the sweat on his forehead before laying on the spot.

"Then let me rest first. Hi. I think I'm getting fever."

"Fever...? After all, was it some kind of disease?

"No. I guess I got tired of traveling, because Totos got hit by a poisonous worm about two days ago, and I've been walking around with my stuff until today."

Tartumai had his eyes open in a frightened manner.

"So you didn't have a totoss or a luggage truck by your side. If you had silver coins, would you have been able to buy totototos in some settlement?

"This silver coin was originally brought to buy up vanilla. I don't want to waste it as much as possible."

Varcus decided to close his heavy eyelids.

The blood flow quickens and I feel a strong pulse around my temples. Only from the neck to the top was hot to burn.

(But as much broth as just now was brilliant...... how delicious a dish would you be if you didn't mishandle meat and vegetables with that...... plus if you added jagal mushrooms, you would have to adjust the amount of vanilla for the added flavor of mushrooms too......)

While caught in such a thought, Vulcan consciousness was to sink into darkness.