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Departing from the town at the foot, continue shortcuts by passing the painful mountain path through the beast path. Mr. Shall fixed the wild deer he encountered along the way with a demonic bow and secured it as dinner for this evening.

But while I taught Mr. Shall how to dismantle it, I secured a fresh wild deer backloin, but not only me, but even Mr. Shall, didn't have the cooking skills together.

The two of us could only stay in front of the mountain ridge berth that will be tonight's inn.

"In the meantime, let's go to the rest stop. When it comes to cooking, there's got to be a worst-case scenario to eat after arriving in the mining district ahead."

"Well, first of all, secure the bunk!

It is an advance of the complete problem. It's not just a matter of eating tonight, it's going to be a problem every time until we get to Amar, the ocean city.

There is a solution. I own a lot of Marida Chamber of Commerce labyrinth lunches. Originally, we were going to eat this if we were going to go wild. But checking with Mr. Shall as he headed to the rest stop, she said she only walked with minimal food.

It is sunny black bread or dried meat. There's no way I'm going to eat a labyrinth lunch alone in front of Mr. Charles squashing dried meat. We have no choice but to share this place in the form of a deduction from the escort fee.

I presented Mr Shall with a suggestion on the meal, and Mr Shall also had to snort at this. She won't be able to tolerate just a meal of dried meat either.

There were no other merchants or travellers in the berth. In an outdoor cooking area, there are three wallless east-houses that serve as dining spaces and three cabins that serve as bedrooms. Just because there are no other users, it would be a violation of manners to use each and every one in the cabin.

Me and Mr. Charles decided to use one of the three as a bedroom cabin, put bags and tool bags inside the cabin, and Mr. Charles decided to clean the cabin, and I would prepare meals and share work.

"Schwartz! Never go into the cabin until I tell you to come in!

"I don't mind that...?

"Absolutely! You can't take a peek!

When you ask me not to look at you so much, does it seem polite to go look at you? No, well, you probably want to wipe your body.

Mr. Charles was pretty sweaty because he kept running to the mountain ridge berth. Compared to that, I have a little difficulty deciding if my body is thankful or creepy that I was never tired or sweaty.

But this could be a chance in a way. I really want my back loin tonight. I want to cook and eat meat broken up with my hands. Thinking about how this desire could not be accomplished, I moved from the cabin where Mr. Charles was in to an invisible position and started the TSS (Tactical Support System) to select the garage.

The vehicle you summoned is the finest motorhouse continental. I summoned Continental for multiple purposes, first and foremost in the kitchen. I had not yet done a full cooking in this kitchen, but when I checked the objects around the kitchen several times, I was aware that there was a kind of seasoning.

I had no intention of cooking at all, and I had not purchased any of the world's condiments. That's the same for Mr. Shall, the only thing he has is salt stored in a vial.

Open the storage shelves in the kitchen space, make sure there are vials of cookware and condiments, and check the contents of each vial one by one. Sugar, salt, vinegar, soy sauce, pepper, lard oil, olive oil and various other seasonings were contained. If you check the refrigerator for a few things, the mayonnaise also contains butter, wasabi shavings, and sauce and sauce-based bottles. By the way, there are no ingredients other than seasonings.

And extreme is the wine cellar, a black reservoir sitting on the corner of the kitchen space. I had never opened this wine cellar before, because I couldn't possibly have transported Master Lapitilica and Ashley urgently or had a drink while attacking the Tooth Wolf's Labyrinth.

Besides, there is no guarantee that the wine in this wine cellar is really drinkable. I'll open the door and take one down, even if I look at the label on the bottle, the product name just says a line of bullshit letters. Alcohol-like numbers appear to be displaying correctly, but there is no indication that the automatic translation function, which is a feature of VMB, will work when it comes to letters, and that the in-game objects of VMB, which are said to be wine-like in wine cellars, have just been embodied in reality in this world.

Use the cork removal that was in the kitchen and try to cut the seal.

Aromatic wine aroma spread over the kitchen space, the contents seem to be definitely wine...... pour a small amount into the wine glass and include a light tasting in the mouth - delicious.

The contents of the bottle are definitely red wine. I think that's also the finest wine that tastes just as good as being brought into the finest motorhouse continental...... I'm not familiar with wine, if I get a chance, I'll give Marta a drink and ask her what she thinks.

Well, there's a cloth bag in my hand with a deer back loin. It was taken out of Mr. Shall's toolbag before he left the cabin. I don't know how to cook, but I haven't seen any cooking footage of meat on TV cooking shows or travel shows that I've seen in the previous world. If it fails, isn't that good enough for you to pull oil into a frying pan and cook it and salt and pepper?

I also remember seeing and hearing somewhere saying that soaking meat in wine makes it tasty, but that passes this time. Most of all, I don't have time, I want to cook venison by the time Mr. Charles finishes cleaning the cabin and wiping his body.

Let's just heat up the electromagnetic cooker in the kitchen and warm up the frying pan. Place the deer back loin on the cooking table, add the knife and slice into thin slices. When I said thinly sliced it was about a centimeter thick, or I wanted to slice it thicker, but I'm afraid it's amateur cooking that can't get through the fire to the inside.

The back loin was softer than I imagined and even amateur knives could be cut without feeling hooked. Drop the olive oil in a hot frying pan and spin the frying pan to spread. Add the thinly sliced meat and cook it upside down to prevent the meat from burning.

This... smells absolutely delicious! There doesn't seem to be much like gravy, but the bright red backloin is followed by a grilled color. Flip over and shake again, gently sprinkling salt and pepper. Switch the electromagnetic cooker off and onto a large plate provided, taking care not to overcook and stiff.

The scent of freshly baked meat fills the car of Continental, it goes with the scent of olives and punches me in the stomach.

I have to make sure that this is properly made before I feed Mr. Shall, and this is my minimum duty as a cook.

Grab a slice of vegetable chopstick and carry it to your mouth. Oho, soft, and juicy enough to chew, isn't it delicious enough? And a slight iron-like fragrance that lingers after swallowing, is this venison? The salt and pepper are also well seasoned, is that as far as amateur cooking is concerned? No, I don't know what Mr. Charles is going to say, but I'll make sure we get another flavor check, just in case. I need to make sure it's burned once in a while.

"I smell meat!

The door to the cabin, which was to be turned into a bedroom, was opened with momentum, and a refreshing face, Mr. Charles, rushed over to an outdoor dining space lined with dishes.

Already the Continental is stored in the garage, with no figure. Today's dinner, spread out over a large table in the dining space, will see the transfer of the Marida Chamber of Commerce labyrinth lunches to a separate plate, a bottle of wine and wine glasses brought from the continental, as well as a deer back-roasted BBQ that will be the main dish. I also have a small plate and a couple of sauce-like vials of BBQ that were in the fridge.

Bottle wine labels were peeled off to avoid unnecessary prying. I don't think Mr. Shall can read what I can't, but on the contrary, I have trouble questioning the line of characters I can't read.

"What! You can do it!

"It may have turned out to be savage Chinese food, but I think I can eat it once and for all. Ingredients are still there, and authentic back-rose dishes should be tasted after you arrive in the mining district."

"Right! Besides, I'm willing to get you some wine!

Before Mr. Charles sits in the chair at the big table, I offer him a glass of bottled wine, pour my share, and he's ready.

"Come on, let's eat before it gets cold"

"Right!

Mr. Charles and I lifted our wine glasses lightly to each other, and a toast unusual and enjoyable dinner temp began.