Black Corporation: Joseon - Chapter 1225



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Side story 39. Imperial wind instrument. (4)

After spending a night enjoying ‘the ultimate, addictive pain’, Hyang summoned the managers the next day.

“It’s the food we ate yesterday. I think it would be appropriate to give it a name first. What name would be good?”

“… … .”

Hyang asked with a puzzled expression at the sight of the managers answering in silence.

“Why aren’t you answering? This isn’t your usual behavior.”

“I am ashamed to say this, but I have never encountered it before and have not found a suitable name.”

“Huh? You haven’t tried it yet? You said you found out about it through the natives of the Messica region?”

“Song, I’m sorry.”

“What is there to be ashamed of? Rather, it is a good opportunity. Come try it here.”

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty?”

The managers looked at the incense with surprised expressions.

But, he continued, his tone suggesting that the scent would be no problem at all.

“You can think of it as a slightly strong pepper or peppercorn. Come on, give it a try.”

“Yes, yes… I obey your orders.”

The officials, who had picked up the peppers with a half-hearted gesture, took a bite with a look of resignation on their faces as if to say, “Let it be.”

moment.

“Whew! Kwaak!”

“Cough! Cough!”

“Water! Moo-woo!”

The managers who had cut the peppers screamed and ran outside.

After this commotion, the officials immediately gave a name and presented it to the local people.

“It’s so cold that it’s painful, so I think it would be good to use some prickly ash and pepper to make a bitter paste.”

“I think it is appropriate. Then let us present this to the Emperor of this land.”

To this the officials answered in one voice.

“I obey your orders!”

‘Huh? You suddenly look excited?’

The eyes of the incense were accurate. The officials who received the order carried out the order with great joy.

“Whenever the Emperor receives something precious as a gift, he always shares it with his subjects.”

“You’ll share it with me this time too, right?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

The managers packed the peppers with mischievous smiles.

‘I can’t be the only one who dies!’

As time passed, a letter arrived from the suffering Wan.

-Did the child do something wrong?

-If you have any regrets, please speak up!

* * *

But the scent didn’t stop there.

“If there is hardship, there must be a hardship leader!”

Hyang went straight to Suragan and gave orders to find Sook-su.

“Did you tell me to make a market with a lot of ingredients?”

“That’s right.”

At Hyang’s command, Suk-su tried again and again, using all the knowledge he had, but he failed repeatedly.

This made the scent come out once again.

“How did Grandma Goh make gochujang?”

The scent brought back memories of the 21st century.

The place where the 21st century fragrance opened its blacksmith shop was a rural farming area a little way from Yangsan.

It was a rural area full of old people, to the point that the youngest ‘youth president’, excluding the incense, was 63 years old.

Since there were a lot of elderly people, I thought that traditional, homemade sauces would be common, but instead, factory-made sauces were common.

It was because I didn’t have enough physical strength to make the intestines using the traditional method that required a lot of manual labor.

Of course, there were some among them who stubbornly made their own kimchi.

Grandma Ko, who was closest to Hyang, was such a person.

Thanks to that, it was Hyang who had to help Grandma Goh every time she made kimchi.

Suk-su, who had completed the gochojang following Hyang’s advice that revived her memories from that time, presented it to Hyang.

“Huh? Two kinds?”

“That’s right.”

“What’s the difference?”

“The redder the color, the more spicy it is, and the lighter the color, the milder the flavor.”

“Is that so? Let’s take a look.”

Hyang nodded as he tasted each bite of the gochujang with his chopsticks.

‘The red ones are a try-and-see grade, and the ones similar to orange are a try-and-see grade.’

“Both have their own unique characteristics, so let’s record how to make both.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I have a request.”

“Blue? What is it?”

“Gochujang is a very unique and unfamiliar sauce, so it’s hard to think of a dish that would go well with it. Please give me some advice.”

Hyang, who saw Sook-su openly waving the white flag, was able to come up with an answer right away.

The most familiar dishes to single people or those who eat alone were ‘stir-fried pork’ and ‘gochujang stew.’

“What do you think? Is it okay?”

“It’s not easy to eat because it’s spicy, but it’s still delicious.”

“Right? If I think about it a little more, I’ll be able to make other dishes too.”

“I will try my best.”

Hyang, who was in a good mood thanks to the host’s praise, returned with a bright face.

The old man who had seen off the incense muttered as he looked at the jars of dried pollack in front of him.

“This won’t happen again, right? Should I pray with purified water?”

But soon, the sooksu had a headache again.

This was because new ingredients appeared as if they had been waiting for it.

This time it was tomatoes.

* * *

As the stability of the Messika region settled into orbit, reports of all kinds of plantings began to arrive in Xiang.

One of the things that came up that way was tomatoes.

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‘at las!’

Hyang was secretly delighted when she saw the tomatoes the manager had brought, but she pretended not to know and asked a question.

“What is this?”

“Yes, it is a plant that the natives call ‘sitomatl’.”

“Since it’s called food from the beginning, I guess it’s better than Gocho?”

“Properly ripened sitomatl has a good savory flavor.”

“It’s savory… Good.”

And soon after, the tutor took over the homework.

“You want me to make a squid dish with the citomatl? What the hell!”

Although he swore at her, it was a strict order, so Suk-su had to repeat the challenge again and again.

However, tired of the continued failures, he asked Hyang for help.

But this was also a challenge for Hyang.

“I only ate ketchup, I didn’t make it. Cooking wasn’t my specialty. Grandma Go was a fan of Korean food, not Western food!”

Finally, to solve this difficult problem, Hyang used a trick.

-I will send a guest to Venice.

“When it comes to tomatoes, it’s pizza and pasta. Then it’s Italy!”

Wan, who had received the incense request, sent Alberto to Shinji without saying a word.

Fortunately, there was a new chef, Fabio, from Rome, at ‘Il Venezia’, so no major problems occurred.

The first thing Alberto did upon arriving in Shinji was to taste the sitomatl.

“It’s an interesting material, isn’t it? If so….”

The next thing Alberto did was to look at the recipes of the natives.

After studying the recipes of the natives, Alberto soon created a convincing sitomatl puree.

“Is there something that you find disappointing?”

After tasting the puree he made and feeling it was lacking, Alberto soon began experimenting with different combinations of spices and seasonings.

After hearing the story, Hyang-i tasted Alberto’s results without fail and left a review.

And based on this evaluation, Alberto tried a new combination again.

While doing this, Hyang was given the nickname ‘Emperor of Monsters’.

It was because he was seriously evaluating a chapter that was difficult for ordinary imperial people to understand.

However, after some trial and error, a proper tomato puree and edible ketchup were created.

In imperial terms, this was the birth of ‘citomatl porridge’ and ‘citomatl thin sauce’.

Soon after, it began to be called ‘Sitojuk’ and ‘Sito Muljang’ among the people.

As soon as the proper tomato puree was made, the scent found Alberto.

“Do you remember the dish I made when I was a prince? Was it focaccia?”

“Ah! I remember! Now that I think about it, I have something to tell Your Majesty.”

“To Jim? What is it?”

“A friend of mine from Rome recently came to visit and he knew of a similar dish. He said that in Rome they call it pizza.”

Hyang’s eyes began to shine at Alberto’s explanation.

‘It’s here!’

Hyang, who barely managed to control her expression, continued speaking.

“That’s right. That’s what Jim was thinking. Spread some tomato paste on the pizza dough, sprinkle some cheese on top, then top with salami and spices and bake it in the oven. What do you think?”

Alberto’s eyes lit up when he heard Hyang’s suggestion.

“It sounds fun! If it works, I think we’ll have some pretty interesting kids!”

“Then let’s give it a try!”

Soon, an oven was built and pizzas with added tomato porridge were baked.

The scent of the freshly baked pizza slice that had just come out of the oven made her look pleased as she smelled it.

“What a mouth-watering aroma.”

‘That’s right! This is what pizza should be like!’

Hyang took a bite with a face full of anticipation and her expression became bright.

‘Hello, Pizza! Long time no see!’

“It’s no exaggeration to call it a delicacy!”

Later, Alberto’s luggage upon returning to the main office contained a book containing recipes for ‘Citomatl Porridge’, ‘Citomatl Sauce’, and ‘Imperial Pizza’.

And soon, the imperial people’s tables began to turn red.

* * *

It didn’t take long for the recipes for gochu and gochujang to spread throughout the country.

As much as they were serious about eating, the people of the empire were also serious about discovering new foods and recipes.

“Is this really something you can eat people with?”

“You’re not going to eat, you’re going to catch people?”

Even for the imperial people who had been familiar with Sancho and Chopi since long ago, Gocho’s first impression was strong.

However, it was not long before the imperial people began to become addicted to the drug.

“But why do I keep reaching for it?”

In addition, as the recipes for gochujang and stir-fried pork spread among the common people, the tables of the imperial people became increasingly red.

It was because of its color and intense taste that the imperial people fell in love with it.

Until then, the seasoned foods on the imperial people’s tables were the yellow color of soybean paste or the brown color of soy sauce.

In this situation, the newly appeared red color of Gochojang was a refreshing shock.

And what was even more powerful than the color was its intense taste.

The intense flavor that completely erases the individuality of the ingredients used in cooking was a powerful helper for those who cannot cook.

It was because of its intensity that it was evaluated as being edible to some extent.

Of course, it was natural that it would have greater power for those who were good at cooking.

A representative example is the complex taste of kimchi, which was traditionally salty, but changed to a clean, spicy flavor with the addition of gochujang.

With the addition of cytomatl, the imperial people’s tables became even more ‘red’.

As the tastes of the imperial people changed with the introduction of gochujang and citomatl, neighboring countries also began to experience them.

“It’s quite an interesting food.”

The reaction of the Ming people, who were as sincere as, if not more so than, the imperial people when it came to food, was positive.

However, on the contrary, the Japanese people’s reaction was extremely negative.

“These crazy imperial bastards, are you going to drink poison now!”

The imperial people looked dumbfounded when they heard the Japanese people’s reaction.

“What do people say when they even eat puffer fish eggs?”

What’s interesting is that as the gochu and citomatl took hold, the imperial people’s consumption of garlic increased like crazy.

“You’re saying that this spicy food and garlic surprisingly go well together?”

“That’s good, but try the fried garlic dipped in shito-muljang. It’s a delicacy, a delicacy.”

As time passed and less spicy gochujang was introduced to the market through breeding, the imperial people’s ‘love for gochujang’ became firmly established.

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