A week passed quickly.
The more I made it, the better it tasted.
The only thing that's a little disappointing is that I don't have enough ingredients.
'If I could get beef or seafood, I would be able to challenge more dishes.'
Because the ingredients were limited, there were limitations on the dishes that could be practiced and made.
For example, menus such as arrabbiata, meatball pasta, or cream pasta.
"But this is great."
Hae-jun smiled happily as he looked at the pasta he had just finished.
After sprinkling cheese powder like white snowflakes on the red tomato sauce, the visual was amazing.
<Cooking level has risen sharply.>
<Occupation changed from 'Low-level chef' to 'Intermediate Chef'.>
In an instant, the occupation 'Low-level chef', went up one step to intermediate Chef.
Now Hae-jun's occupation was an intermediate farmer and a chef.
I felt proud that the results came as much as I worked hard.
“Hmm?··· What’s that smell?”
"Mr. Neri."
Neri from Jamón's shop came to the bakery looking for Hae-jun.
"Why are you here?"
"Rather than that, what is this smell?"
"Tomato pasta."
"This pasta smells so divine?"
Neri kept sniffing his nostrils and smelling the divine smell.
Along with the fragrant smell unique to tomatoes, the savory smell that was refreshing and appetizing stimulated the appetite.
"Oh! Isn't this bacon? Did you make it yourself?"
He asked, looking at the bacon lump left on the kitchen counter.
As he guessed, what Hae-jun made was not just tomato pasta.
It was tomato bacon pasta made with bacon and cheese matured in a cave.
"Can I eat this?"
He came to the farm on business, but he completely forgot his purpose due to the sweet scent that tempted his sense of smell.
"Of course. Instead, please evaluate the taste coolly."
"Don't worry."
Neri, who took the plate as if he was snatching it, rolled the pasta around and put it in his mouth.
Heurup-
Worry-worry-
Neri, who said he would give a cool evaluation, inhaled the pasta without a word.
Neri, who emptied the plate as if he had been hungry for a few days, wiped the corners of his mouth with a satisfied smile.
"How was it?"
"How is it? Look at this empty plate. Of course it was fantastic. This is the first time in my life that I've had such delicious pasta. Why don't you close the farm and try a restaurant?"
I'm already doing restaurants in the real world.
Cooking is fun, but just doing it in reality was enough.
"I'd rather farm. Haha."
Hae-jun, who politely declined, asked Neri why he came here.
"But why are you here?"
"Ah!···"
Only then did Neri remember why he came here.
"Surely you're not running out of salt already."
"Of course. I have a lot left of what I bought last time. The reason I came here is this."
He handed out a small piece of paper that was stuck in his back pocket.
"A telegram arrived from Mulberry Ship. I came a few days ago, but I completely forgot about making jamón."
A message from Mulberry Caption.
He said that he would arrive tomorrow, so he asked for the same lunch menu again, and added that Captain Mulberry and the workers of the trading company were eagerly waiting for the pork cutlet.
Hae-jun, who read the letter, made a somewhat embarrassed expression.
'This···. Ingredients are running out.'
All the limb parts of the black pig produced on the farm are taken to reality to make pork cutlet and cheese gas. Recently, the consumption of Sunflower has increased, and the supply of black pig limbs precarious. There was only about 50 servings left in the cave, so it was a bit short for the entire top.
Hae-jun racked his brains.
'Because they eat so much, if you prepare 50 servings, the amount will be very insufficient. Isn't there a good way? Hmm··· What if you fry it with a different part instead of sirloin? For example, pork belly···.'
He shook his head as he thought about it.
It will be greasy no matter how you fry it.
It's not for nothing that sirloin is used to fry pork cutlets.
The fat of pork belly can be used well to extract savory flavor and taste, but if it is not cooked properly, you will only feel the bitter taste of chicken.
I had to prepare additional menus that would appeal to the tastes of the captain and the workers.
'Then pasta would be the answer?'
It wasn't a bad idea.
Think of it as a test before registering a regular menu for the Mulberry Ship workers.
Then tomorrow's menu is pasta and pork cutlet set.
***
Mulberry ship.
Someone is leaning against the railing of the ship's deck and emptying his stomach.
"Ugh, ugh! Eugh···."
The one who was vomiting miserably was none other than Antonio.
He got on the ship with the desire to find the best land for growing coffee, but he didn't know that he had seasickness.
"That gentleman is doing it right. Shall we try fishing? You'll catch a lot of fish."
The workers who were cleaning the deck giggled at Antonio.
Still, they felt sorry for him, so they brought him water to rinse his mouth, but the teasing didn't stop.
"Keugh, don't tease me. How hard must that gentleman be?"
"Yes. Is this your first time on a boat? It's been a few days already."
"You made fun of the sea. That's why you're here, so follow me."
"Aren't you going to collapse?"
"It's okay because I'm drinking water. And we'll be there tomorrow."
"Hmm··· I see. I'll be able to eat his pork cutlet tomorrow."
The workers' eyes lit up.
"Ehehe, that's why. I'm already looking forward to it."
"I'll eat two plates."
"I'll have three plates. I've only been eating trading company meals for 5 years, but he's the first guy to serve delicious food like that."
"Where is that guy's restaurant? I should go and see it separately."
"Didn't you say he's a farmer, not a chef?"
"A farmer? Don't lie. What kind of farmer cooks so well?"
"I don't know. But the fact that he's a farmer is true."
"Well, that's why the captain went all the way to get those herbs."
"Really? He said that the pork cutlet he made at that time was all food grown by himself."
Antonio listened intently to the workers' conversation even while he was vomiting hard(?).
They were talking about a farmer who grew everything deliciously.
Somehow, Antonio became interested in the farmer.
However, the most important thing now is.
"Ugh~!"
It is to empty your stomach.
A week passed quickly.
The more I made it, the better it tasted.
The only thing that's a little disappointing is that I don't have enough ingredients.
'If I could get beef or seafood, I would be able to challenge more dishes.'
Because the ingredients were limited, there were limitations on the dishes that could be practiced and made.
For example, menus such as arrabbiata, meatball pasta, or cream pasta.
"But this is great."
Hae-jun smiled happily as he looked at the pasta he had just finished.
After sprinkling cheese powder like white snowflakes on the red tomato sauce, the visual was amazing.
<Cooking level has risen sharply.>
<Occupation changed from 'Low-level chef' to 'Intermediate Chef'.>
In an instant, the occupation 'Low-level chef', went up one step to intermediate Chef.
Now Hae-jun's occupation was an intermediate farmer and a chef.
I felt proud that the results came as much as I worked hard.
“Hmm?··· What’s that smell?”
"Mr. Neri."
Neri from Jamón's shop came to the bakery looking for Hae-jun.
"Why are you here?"
"Rather than that, what is this smell?"
"Tomato pasta."
"This pasta smells so divine?"
Neri kept sniffing his nostrils and smelling the divine smell.
Along with the fragrant smell unique to tomatoes, the savory smell that was refreshing and appetizing stimulated the appetite.
"Oh! Isn't this bacon? Did you make it yourself?"
He asked, looking at the bacon lump left on the kitchen counter.
As he guessed, what Hae-jun made was not just tomato pasta.
It was tomato bacon pasta made with bacon and cheese matured in a cave.
"Can I eat this?"
He came to the farm on business, but he completely forgot his purpose due to the sweet scent that tempted his sense of smell.
"Of course. Instead, please evaluate the taste coolly."
"Don't worry."
Neri, who took the plate as if he was snatching it, rolled the pasta around and put it in his mouth.
Heurup-
Worry-worry-
Neri, who said he would give a cool evaluation, inhaled the pasta without a word.
Neri, who emptied the plate as if he had been hungry for a few days, wiped the corners of his mouth with a satisfied smile.
"How was it?"
"How is it? Look at this empty plate. Of course it was fantastic. This is the first time in my life that I've had such delicious pasta. Why don't you close the farm and try a restaurant?"
I'm already doing restaurants in the real world.
Cooking is fun, but just doing it in reality was enough.
"I'd rather farm. Haha."
Hae-jun, who politely declined, asked Neri why he came here.
"But why are you here?"
"Ah!···"
Only then did Neri remember why he came here.
"Surely you're not running out of salt already."
"Of course. I have a lot left of what I bought last time. The reason I came here is this."
He handed out a small piece of paper that was stuck in his back pocket.
"A telegram arrived from Mulberry Ship. I came a few days ago, but I completely forgot about making jamón."
A message from Mulberry Caption.
He said that he would arrive tomorrow, so he asked for the same lunch menu again, and added that Captain Mulberry and the workers of the trading company were eagerly waiting for the pork cutlet.
Hae-jun, who read the letter, made a somewhat embarrassed expression.
'This···. Ingredients are running out.'
All the limb parts of the black pig produced on the farm are taken to reality to make pork cutlet and cheese gas. Recently, the consumption of Sunflower has increased, and the supply of black pig limbs precarious. There was only about 50 servings left in the cave, so it was a bit short for the entire top.
Hae-jun racked his brains.
'Because they eat so much, if you prepare 50 servings, the amount will be very insufficient. Isn't there a good way? Hmm··· What if you fry it with a different part instead of sirloin? For example, pork belly···.'
He shook his head as he thought about it.
It will be greasy no matter how you fry it.
It's not for nothing that sirloin is used to fry pork cutlets.
The fat of pork belly can be used well to extract savory flavor and taste, but if it is not cooked properly, you will only feel the bitter taste of chicken.
I had to prepare additional menus that would appeal to the tastes of the captain and the workers.
'Then pasta would be the answer?'
It wasn't a bad idea.
Think of it as a test before registering a regular menu for the Mulberry Ship workers.
Then tomorrow's menu is pasta and pork cutlet set.
***
Mulberry ship.
Someone is leaning against the railing of the ship's deck and emptying his stomach.
"Ugh, ugh! Eugh···."
The one who was vomiting miserably was none other than Antonio.
He got on the ship with the desire to find the best land for growing coffee, but he didn't know that he had seasickness.
"That gentleman is doing it right. Shall we try fishing? You'll catch a lot of fish."
The workers who were cleaning the deck giggled at Antonio.
Still, they felt sorry for him, so they brought him water to rinse his mouth, but the teasing didn't stop.
"Keugh, don't tease me. How hard must that gentleman be?"
"Yes. Is this your first time on a boat? It's been a few days already."
"You made fun of the sea. That's why you're here, so follow me."
"Aren't you going to collapse?"
"It's okay because I'm drinking water. And we'll be there tomorrow."
"Hmm··· I see. I'll be able to eat his pork cutlet tomorrow."
The workers' eyes lit up.
"Ehehe, that's why. I'm already looking forward to it."
"I'll eat two plates."
"I'll have three plates. I've only been eating trading company meals for 5 years, but he's the first guy to serve delicious food like that."
"Where is that guy's restaurant? I should go and see it separately."
"Didn't you say he's a farmer, not a chef?"
"A farmer? Don't lie. What kind of farmer cooks so well?"
"I don't know. But the fact that he's a farmer is true."
"Well, that's why the captain went all the way to get those herbs."
"Really? He said that the pork cutlet he made at that time was all food grown by himself."
Antonio listened intently to the workers' conversation even while he was vomiting hard(?).
They were talking about a farmer who grew everything deliciously.
Somehow, Antonio became interested in the farmer.
However, the most important thing now is.
"Ugh~!"
It is to empty your stomach.
