Be Careful When Agreeing to Terms and Conditions - Be Careful When Agreeing to Terms and Conditions chapter 33

4. Liyue again (2)

Mond’s peddler, who once created a stir in Liyue’s gourmet world, has returned.

The rumor quickly spread throughout Liyue. And the rumor soon caused a big stir in Liyue’s restaurant industry. The reason was because of ‘Hyangneung’.

Hyang Lung was renowned as the best chef in Liyue, both in name and reality. However, it was not enough that Hyangneung returned with a peddler from Mond, and there were widespread rumors that he had opened a restaurant with the peddler. The deadline was only about 10 days at most, but the restaurant opened by Mond’s peddler was aiming for a thoroughly high-end strategy, unlike during the previous commercial trip.

Hyang Lung was the chef of ‘Manmin Party’. Since Manmindang is a public restaurant, no matter how high quality ingredients it uses, there are limitations. This was because I couldn’t help but care about the price range. But what if Hyangreung could lavishly use the best ingredients just for the taste?

In addition, news spread that Hyangneung had received a new recipe from a Mond peddler, and soon the restaurant opened by the Mond peddler was receiving a series of reservation inquiries. Since the reservation schedule was already full, most of the people were just sucking their fingers.

The restaurant opened by Mond’s peddler and Hyangneung only accepted reservations in the early morning of the day. So, there was a situation in front of the restaurant where people stayed homeless for several days just to make a reservation. Even Liyue’s prestigious noble families and wealthy people were eager to purchase the reservation tickets, even if they had to spend a lot of money.

Liyue was a country that was serious about ‘gourmet food’. Even though I was well aware of that fact, I felt a little suffocated.

The rumored ‘peddler from Mond’ was, of course, me. And of course, the restaurant that was opened with Hyangneung was also ‘Siwoo Restaurant’.

My plan was like this. First, he takes advantage of the reputation of Xiangling and opens a restaurant in Liyue. ‘Manmindang’, where Hyangneung worked, was a popular restaurant, so there was concern about whether the upscale strategy would work, but in the end, Hyangneung’s high reputation actually raised expectations for the restaurant.

And the main menu of the restaurant appeals to ‘wild boar meat from Saemmul Village’. Even so, the ‘wild boar meat from Saemmul Village’, an excellent food ingredient, was kept in the freshest condition in my ‘backpack’. Of course, for the people of Liyue, it would have been a taste of food they had tasted for the first time in their lives.

Even in the modern times when I lived, there was a separate category called ‘ultra-fresh meat.’ As such, meat that has just been slaughtered has a taste that is completely different from other meat that inevitably loses its juices and flavor during the distribution process.

The dish made with the freshest spring water village wild boar meat had a taste that even Liyue’s most famous gourmets could not help but admire. Xiangling even succeeded in cooking the ‘Shuvid’ that I taught him, exciting the gourmet world of Liyue.

To be honest, I didn’t have high expectations when I taught Hyang-reung the sous vide recipe. From the beginning, it was a recipe based on the assumption that a machine capable of precise temperature measurement existed. It was common sense that no matter how sensitive a human’s sense of touch was, measuring temperature with a precision of 0.1 Degrees was impossible.

However, Hyangneung’s strong obsession with cooking and the superhuman physical abilities brought about by the ‘eyes of God’ made the impossible possible.

Hyangneung would put vacuum-packed meat into a large pot every morning and stare at the pot for a long time. She immediately detected subtle temperature differences of 0.1 Degrees and adjusted the intensity of the fire, eventually discovering the optimal temperature and time for cooking wild boar meat in Saemmul Village.

The first sous vide dish on the Tivat continent was created in this way, giving a refreshing shock to gourmets in Liyue. It was a dish with a texture I had never tasted before, so it was only natural.

It was a dish that preserved the unique chewy texture of raw meat, but also had the richness and flavor that only heated and cooked meat can have. Therefore, it was not unreasonable for influential people in Liyue, who were particularly interested in ‘gourmet food,’ to secretly leave reservation inquiries.

Although the restaurant has only been open for a few days, we have even been asked to leave reserved seats as they will cost us 1 million mora. 1 Million mos may seem exorbitant for one meal, but this was Liyue. The place where all the money in the world is born and returns.

There were many rich people who would pay that much for ‘gourmet food.’ Perhaps by the time the restaurant closes, someone might come out offering to pay more than that.

So, I can’t help but feel suffocated. Outside the restaurant, there was a line of people who had been sleeping on the streets for several days, and dozens of requests were received every day to secretly reserve a seat after the restaurant closed.

I knew that the people of Liyue placed great importance on ‘gourmet food,’ but I didn’t expect it to be to this extent.

From what I heard, in Liyue, ‘gourmet food’ seemed to be an indicator of social prestige. The people of Liyue value their reputation as much as their lives, so if you think about it from that perspective, it seemed reasonable to be excited about the unprecedented collaboration between the Manmin Party and Siwoo Restaurant.

For that reason, I have been feeling very tired these days. This was despite the fact that the work intensity was much less intense than when I opened a restaurant in Liyue last time. During the last trip to Liyue, we tried to place as many tables as possible in the front and back yards, but since we chose the high-end route, there was no need for that.

Rather, the fewer tables there were, the better. People believed that the higher the scarcity, the more valuable it was. Therefore, in order to adopt a luxury strategy, it was better to have fewer customers at a time. Moreover, not only me but also Hyangneung was in the kitchen. The amount of work given to me was bound to be incomparably lower than that of the previous commercial trip.

However, the fatigue of having to meet the expectations of the guests was extreme. It was not a physical problem, but a mental problem. I decided that I needed to de-stress for a day.

So today, I was still in the hall even though it had already been a long time since business closed. Because today was the day when the guests I invited were coming.

Of course, it was not in perfect condition. I was exhausted and sprawled out on a chair in the center of the hall. It looked like a jellyfish stretched out on the shore after a typhoon.

I felt like I was going to die. The moment I thought that, the restaurant door opened and a clanging sound announced the arrival of a guest.

“It’s been a while, Siwoo”

“Excuse me.”

I suddenly raised my head when I heard a refreshing voice and a low, polite tone. As expected, there were people entering the entrance just as I expected.

The first thing that caught my eye was a man with an exciting appearance with reddish-brown hair. His white skin and tall stature indicated that he was of northern descent.

His name was ‘Tartalia’, and he was one of the 11 executors representing Snezhnaya, the kingdom of snow and ice.

The man who came in next to him was also quite handsome. He has black hair and is taller than Tartaglia. And mysterious golden eyes.

He was the most knowledgeable guest of Wangsaengdang, Mr. Jongryeo, who knew everything.

Tartaglia entered the hall and burst into laughter as soon as she saw me slumped on the chair.

“hahahaha, what is it? Are you playing with corpses? “It looks fun.”

“…… I think I’m going to die.”

I said that and stood up. The body itself was full of vitality. However, mental fatigue seemed to be affecting my vitality.

I didn’t want to move. However, since I couldn’t sit still since I had invited guests, I yawned and stretched.

Jongryeo, who was watching me like that, asked with a slightly worried look.

“Hmm, you look very tired… “You’re probably busy even if you don’t, so I don’t know if we’re being rude for no reason.”

“No, it’s okay. There are many things that make my mind more tired than my body. I feel fine in moving my body. “I’m going to have a drink today to unwind.”

I then started serving the dishes I had prepared in advance. Some were made by Hyangneung, and some were made by me.

‘Building High’, made with wild boar meat from Saemmul Village, was unique in its appearance. Anyone who saw a plate piled with layers of potatoes, cheese, and steak could not help but be amazed. And even a lantern that gives off a delicate scent.

The sides included ‘Mushroom Chicken Skewers’ and ‘Biok Vegetable Wraps’. This configuration was maintained by Na and Hyangneung from Saemmul Village.

Because I was so confident, I decided to choose this configuration when entertaining my friends in Liyue whom I met after a long time.

When all the dishes were served, Tar Taglia put on her signature relaxed smile.

“I heard that the influential people of Liyue who came to try this dish found it sweet, so we can look forward to it, right?”

Instead of answering, I shrugged my shoulders. What I meant was to try it and then tell.

Tartalia and palm seeds did not hesitate. It was quite late, so I was probably hungry. The two quietly cut the meat with a knife and ate it with a fork. Then, the juice that flowed out soaked the plate.

Meat inevitably loses its juices during distribution. It was something that could not be helped because it was a change over time. However, the meat of the wild boar from Saemmul Village, which went into my ‘backpack’ as soon as rigor mortis was relieved after slaughter, was different.

It is no exaggeration to say that the quality of fresh food is determined by its freshness. And half of the cooking was determined by the quality of the ingredients. In addition, there was one more unique thing about today’s main dish, “Stacking high.”

Tartalia and Palm Seed, who had pushed the first dot into their mouths, stopped moving. They looked puzzled for a moment, but then Mr. Palm smiled and Tartaglia burst into laughter.

“I guess this is the ‘Seuvid’ of the rumors.”

“Anyway, why is the name ‘Siuvid’? Even if you understand ‘Siwoo’, ‘Bid’ doesn’t mean much, right?”

After the palm seeds, I kept my mouth shut in response to the questions asked by Tartaglia.

That’s not ‘sou vide’, it’s ‘sous vide’. Since Hyangneung kept saying ‘Shuvid’, that recipe was now known as ‘Shuvid’. It was a name that clearly felt a connection to me. And I cringed.

I finally sighed and cut a piece of meat with a knife.

“I didn’t make that. “The original name was ‘Sous Vide,’ but due to some misunderstanding, Hyangneung started calling it ‘Sou Vide.’”

Then I pushed a piece of meat into my mouth. And the juicy taste and soft texture.

The steak was crispy cooked on the outside, giving off a strong aroma, but the moist texture was preserved on the inside using sous vide cooking. The meat felt soft yet springy. And the flavor enhanced with butter and spices had a somewhat contradictory taste.

The light texture of raw food and the heavy flavor of cooked food coexisted harmoniously. So it had an interesting texture and a great taste. This was the advantage of sous vide cooking.

While I was savoring the taste of the steak, Mr. Palm let out a low laugh.

“hahahahaha, that’s not wrong either. The person who gives names to mountains and fields is not the person who first saw them, but the person who made them known. So don’t think it’s strange that it has your name on it. “After all, you are the one who made the ‘Seuvid’ recipe widely known.”

Is that so? I also felt that since Mr. Palm said that, it was true. Strangely enough, Palm Seed’s words had the power to convince people.

It wasn’t just the palm seeds that wouldn’t let me quietly concentrate on my meal. Tartaglia spoke as if to brighten the mood.

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“Now, now. When you have such good snacks, you can’t miss out on good alcohol. “I have a strong liquor that I specially brought from Snezhnaya.”

With that, Tartaglia clattered and placed one of her bottles on her table. It was a liquor bottle filled with clear liquid. I don’t know where it came from, but it seemed to be the alcohol that Tartaglia had prepared.

“This liquor is also called ‘water of fire.’ Even in Snezhnaya, it is a famously strong drink… Well, if it’s a palm seed, it’ll be fine.”

“…… “Then what about me?”

I asked Tartaglia, sensing something sinister about her, but Tartaglia ignored me and began pouring her drink into her glass.

“Oh, by the way, according to Snezhnaya custom, the first drink must be drunk in one go. Now, cheers!”

“Hey, dude!”

But my resistance only ended in failure. Mr. Palm raised his glass with a wry smile as if he had no choice, and Tartaglia was staring at me with relaxed eyes as always.

So, the question is, are you going to remove it?

I laughed and sighed. Now that I think about it, I had to drink until my nose was crooked today. Because I came here to relieve stress.

I had no choice but to drink. Then the three glasses of alcohol clinked together with a sound. And, following the ‘Snezhnaya custom,’ I drank it all down.

The next moment,

“…… “Kekkkeak!”

I was barely able to hold back from gulping down the alcohol and spitting it out. However, the smell of alcohol mixed with the coughing cough was a constant reminder of how strong the drink was. It wasn’t a joke.

I felt like crying. Feeling like my esophagus was going to burn, I immediately drank a lot of water to calm her stomach and looked at Tartaglia with her resentful eyes.

Tar Taglia shrugged her shoulders. He told me

“Siwoo, you have a habit of measuring too many things. Sometimes you just need to forget everything and enjoy it. “Maybe ‘Water of Fire’ will be quite helpful in that?”

“…… “Isn’t it helpful to get drunk and get drunk?”

‘It’s up to you,’ Tartaglia added, cutting off a piece of her meat again and bringing her fork to her mouth. For someone who drank strong alcohol, his attitude was quite relaxed.

Mr. Palm also smiled bitterly and resumed eating. At least Mr. Jongryeo gave me some advice.

“High-alcohol alcohol is highly acidic and can harm the stomach. “It would be better to protect your stomach with fatty snacks.”

In the end, I felt like I needed to drink at least one bottle of that ‘water of fire’ drink. I sighed deeply. If I had known this would happen, I would have taken out the dandelion wine first.

Still, the drinking party continued. Meanwhile, the three of us talked about various things. I told him how I was doing in Mond these days, and Tartaglia told me how boring the work at the Northern Bank was. Mr. Jongryeo mostly listened, but when I asked him about the rumored ‘Wangsaengdangju’, on rare occasions he showed signs of a little difficulty. Are the rumors that he has a bad personality true?

When I was somewhat sober, I decided to gather some information.

I asked Tartaly in passing.

“And then Tartaglia, do you know who Snezhnaya’s executor dispatched to Mond is?”

Tartaglia huffed and threw her eyes into the air. He was turning his glass slightly and savoring the scent of his drink.

Tartalia was a serious drunkard, but drinking strong liquor seemed to be a bit of a burden even for him. The pure white skin characteristic of northern peoples was slightly reminiscent.

“Well, who was it… From what I remember, I think it was probably ‘Signora’?”

‘Signora’, I remembered hearing that name from Tartaglia before.

At that time, it was time to sign an exclusive sales contract for ‘Mond Mountain Liquor’. At that time, I clearly remembered Tartaglia saying, ‘This kind of thing is only suitable for a signora.’

I leaned against the backrest. Huh, I let out a breath. A sweet alcoholic scent came up. I was pretty drunk too.

“Tartalia, actually, Mond is in quite a difficult situation these days because of that bailiff. “Why on earth is she doing that?”

Since you said ‘signora’, it must be ‘woman’, right? Because I was drunk, I guessed and said. As if my reasoning wasn’t wrong, Tartaglia didn’t bother to point out that part.

He just burst out laughing and adjusted his posture to sit down.

“hahahahaha… Siwoo, you didn’t think I would hand over the information about the Woindan just because of that, did you? “No matter how close you are as friends, you have to distinguish between public and private life.”

I was so embarrassed that I avoided eye contact. Then, while clearing his throat, he poured alcohol into his empty glass.

“No, it’s not necessarily like that… ….”

At that time, Tartaglia held out an empty glass to me. I looked at Tartaglia, wondering what he meant, but he still had a suspicious smile on his face.

I eventually sighed and poured a drink into his glass. What else are you thinking? After all, Tartaglia was a person who couldn’t figure out what to do with her.

“Still, let me tell you one thing of caution… ….”

And then he sipped his drink. Before I knew it, the alcohol had gone from ‘fire water’ to ‘dandelion wine.’ A refreshing scent was radiating from the glass.

Tartalia, who seemed to be sipping alcohol, broke the glass in one go and drank dandelion wine. It was an exciting drinking style no matter what.

Wow, Tartaglia enjoyed the lingering scent of dandelion wine for a moment, then looked straight at me.

“…… “If possible, don’t get involved with the Wooindan, Siwoo.”

The depth of those eyes was unknown. Tartaglia’s blue eyes were deeply sunken. I felt a strange sense of crisis in those eyes.

“There are many dangerous people among the executioners. No, rather, there are only dangerous people. The same goes for Signora. “That woman will stop at nothing to achieve her goals.”

I swallowed my voice. Tartaglia’s voice as she said that was filled with sincerity. The person named ‘Signora’ seemed to be willing to use any means to achieve her goal. And among those ‘means and methods’, of course, there are things I can’t even imagine.

However, as I was pondering Tartaglia’s words, I suddenly had a doubt and asked again.

“If only a dangerous person among the executioners… You?”

Then Tartaglia smiled slightly. It was a suspicious smile that looked like it had been painted.

“Well, would you like to guess?”

Um, no. You looked a bit dangerous from the first time I saw you.

As I swallowed those words, my thoughts suddenly wandered to the person who said nothing. It was a palm seed.

Mr. Palm quietly closed his eyes and seemed to be lost in thought. I called the palm seed.

“…… “Palm seeds?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. “I was lost in thought for a moment.”

Is there anything about our conversation that bothers you? I wanted to ask a question about that, but at that moment, a voice rang out. It was the sound of Tar Taglia clapping her palms together.

“Well, it’s been a while since we’ve met, so let’s talk about the dark side. There must be a more interesting topic… “For example, the love story of a peddler from Mond.”

“…… W, what is your dating situation?”

I tried to stay calm and avoid the topic, but perhaps because I was drunk, I ended up stuttering. Then Mr. Palm said with a mischievous smile.

“It’s definitely a topic of some interest. “It’s always interesting to hear young people’s love stories.”

“Then let’s first hear the explanation for this rumor… “I heard there was a good atmosphere with a beautiful woman wearing a cone hat on top of Manseo’s guesthouse?”

Where on earth does such a rumor start to spread? I think he was talking about Mona, but I took a sip of my drink, feeling embarrassed. Tonight seemed like it would be a little longer.

It was a long time later that I gave up drinking, after my body and mind had become tattered.