Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear - Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear chapter 86

86 – Camping 2

Traditionally, it is known that the person who has less time to open the lid of the stew or the person who made it.

Of course, this is Britian, a village in a different world, and that’s a stew, not a stew, so it may be different from the way it is on Earth, but you know something.

“Oh, it’s already boiled.”

Dalgak, Dalgrak.

If I leave that cauldron that churns out the lid right in front of me, disaster will surely come upon our camp.

f*ck, the two of us set up an alarm system around the area, so it’s like this.

So when I opened the lid of the pot, the foam settled and white steam rose.

The fog that had been dyed the color of the bonfire soon dissipated, revealing the dishes inside.

I captured the sunrise in a pot.

“Come on, there’s a golfian G-House style meat stew.”

“Oh.”

I could feel sincerity in Miss Priyanian’s exclamation.

To the point where I wish the taste of the stew came out as well as that reaction.

At least in terms of visuals, the meat stew is superbly made.

The large chunk of meat, which made its presence known with its glossy brown color, filled the gaps with red, and it was certain that it would be chewed softly the moment you took a bite and fill your mouth with the thick broth.

Of course, there are some vegetables that have been boiled for an hour or so to make the stock, but this dish is a meat stew.

Evaluating the vegetables in a meat-based dish is like going to a samgyeopsal restaurant and saying, “This restaurant is a salad restaurant.”

So, going back to the meat and soup, although the meat juice was lost due to the heat and slightly reduced in size, there was no way it would go out of the pot.

So, red meat fat was dripping on top of the stew, which had become mushy due to the potato starch.

Because of the hot fire below, the rich flavor of the broth was spreading throughout that red broth.

Even at this moment, the meat stew’s taste is brewed in the gap between the gently loosened meat, and then the taste is injected into it again. An extreme virtuous cycle is taking place there.

I don’t need to say more about the four dried pieces of bread that I opened the pot and tossed over the stew before going to set the alarm.

Why don’t you heat the oil again and bake the bread? Plaguy.

So I lifted a ladle and scooped out the bread first in a set wooden bowl, then poured the stew.

“Why does G-House leave first?”

“Because I made it. Miss Prianian.”

I scooped mine first and filled her bowl with stew.

Because serving it last is the courtesy of serving this dish.

Or not.

Anyway, we sat down in front of the campfire with our finished stew.

“I’ll eat well.”

“I will eat well.”

As usual, I ate a spoonful of stew with a map book between my legs to read while eating.

“Um.”

The slightly sour taste of the tomato that goes over the tip of the tongue is at the forefront, and I felt the sweetness due to the salt.

The softly chewed meat was released like that of braised short ribs, and soon after, the savory taste spread throughout the mouth.

And this handful of savory taste was too insufficient to satisfy the palate.

Jiik.

So when I ate the moist bread with the broth in it, I felt a little fuller.

However, to eat only a spoonful of soup and a loaf of bread in a hungry situation was like a crime.

So while I was playing with the spoon, I felt a gaze from the side.

At some point, Miss Prianian, who had finished emptying the bowl, said with a smile that she was quite satisfied.

“G-House, are you good at cooking?”

“Thank you. Then would you like to wash the dishes for me?”

“I decline that.”

The dark forest was very quiet.

It was dark everywhere. The trees in the distance are already asleep.

The sound of a fire burning and eating firewood illuminated the surroundings.

The pot containing water went up to drink tea.

Of course, it took some time for the water to boil.

You shouldn’t stare too much into the dark, because you can see things when you’re camping outside.

So we looked at the fire in silence.

At least unlike darkness, seeing a campfire makes me feel at ease.

The reason why I only looked at the bonfire on the day of Heoguheon in fantasy is not because it looks good, but because it is an instinctive action for mental health.

So naturally, we started to do our jobs while looking at the fire.

Miss Prianian inspects the bolts received from Hwaran,

I mean checking the route to go tomorrow with a map book in advance.

With only the sounds of picking sticks and turning the pages of a book being heard.

Miss Priani Anh opened her mouth after putting all the bolts in the box.

“Mr. G-House.”

“Yes.”

What would you like to ask again this time?

“What did you do before coming to Britian?”

I was speechless at her unexpected question.

I don’t know what to say.

A public interest? Or a graduate student?

No, they’re all slaves, so there’s nothing to choose from.

“Um.”

“If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to.”

The woman, hearing my quiet voice as a negative, spoke in a caring manner.

But since I wasn’t lacking in sociability enough to not really say that, I came up with a different opinion.

“In particular, I will give you a chance to guess what I would have been doing. Miss Prianian.”

She asked, cupping her chin in her hand.

“Another question to a question?”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t get it right, but isn’t it boring that the water doesn’t even boil? You seem to have done everything.”

“That’s right.”

After thinking for a while, Miss Priani An opened her mouth.

“Then shall we do this? I listen to the hints from Mr. G-House, and if I get it right, Mr. G-House gets a penalty.”

“If you are wrong, Miss Prianian will be punished?”

She nodded her head.

“Hmm, what should G-House offer to satisfy me?”

The reflection of the bonfire reflected her eyes as she pondered so hard.

“What would be good, Mr. G-House? What do you want as punishment?”

At her self-confident appearance, I laughed and provoked her.

“Ms. Priyanian. Think of what you can do for others before you think of what to receive from others.”

A slight twist on Kennedy’s quote was effective in angering the red-haired lady in front of her.

“Mr. G-House, there could be a real big trouble.”

I took it easy.

“If you receive it from someone like Miss Priyanian, it’s a reward. Please suggest anything.”

If I could guess my past, it would be either a god or a bastard who ate a roundworm.

Miss Priyanian, who had been thinking for a while, finally set a condition.

“If I guess your past, no meal duty until you get to college.”

“What if I can’t guess?”

Then, for some reason, she pulled her collar.

“Why is that?”

“No. If I can’t guess, I’ll be on duty.”

I nodded my head because it was so good.

“Good.”

Bubbling.

“Ah.”

Since the water started to boil, we decided to do the twenty questions later.

When she came with a kettle and a ladle from her wagon to open water, I stopped him.

“I’m wearing gloves, so I’ll do it.”

It is easy to get burned if you keep your hands on the bubbling water for a long time.

Every time I tried to pour the soup into a pot boiling over a high heat to eat ramen, I must remember going crazy with the burning sensation on my fingers once or twice.

“Thank you.”

“Take a look at the demonstration of an experienced teaching assistant first. You’ll have to do that until you get to Colhen.”

“That remains to be seen. Mr. Ghouse.”

I moved my hand as fast as I could.

Pour half a ladle into the kettle and stir.

Chuck.

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Throw away the water used to heat the inside, exactly four ladle.

After that, put the teapot with the lid slightly open on top of the collected leaves.

“Tada, the tea is done.”

I smiled as I pointed to the kettle from which steam was pouring out.

“You can do this next time, Ms. Priyanian.”

Miss Priianian replied with a smile.

“You can do that next time, Mr. Ghouse.”

After inserting the tea leaves, Miss Prianian quietly sat down.

As she sat down and gathered her legs in her leather pants, she opened her mouth.

“Hint.”

“I wasn’t the first to come to Brittany and pick up a knife to make money. Until then, I never wore gloves, and I hadn’t been treated well before, but I lived on minimal money. What did I do? ?”

“What is that?”

“Summarized my past.”

Hints are very honest.

On Earth, he was excellent at killing fruit instead of people, didn’t even wear rubber gloves when washing dishes, and the third thing was nothing to say.

I don’t know if it’s because I have a collection of settings in my head, but when I tried to put it out more, ‘I like books, I drank a lot of tea’. There is nothing left

It’s strange that you can barely exceed 100 characters to summarize what you’ve accumulated over 28 years of your 33 years of life, but what can you do?

Miss Priyanian had a troubled face. I couldn’t seem to find an answer.

“Try to guess.”

“Isn’t it too twisted?”

“No matter how hard I try, would I just give out something that’s easy to hit?”

Then she looked at me blankly and said. Her blue eyes were very clear.

“Hint.”

“You’re trying to rob someone else’s business fund.”

“Hint.”

“If you want more, I will give you-“

I stopped talking, Miss Prianian seemed to notice something was wrong.

Well done.

Hey, you asshole, even if I told you that-

Good, good-

“…This.”

The smile disappeared from Miss Priyanian’s face.

I nodded.

“Someone touched the alarm.”

Seeing that the sound cut off in the middle, it was clear that the sound was suppressed by holding on to the thread.

I don’t know who it is, but it’s a skill that has been done quite a lot.

“Miss Prianian.”

“I’ll bet later.”

She nodded and picked up the crossbow she had loaded.

It was then.

Brush.

“Oops, don’t shoot! Because we are people, not monsters!”

A grumbling voice came from the grass ahead, and soon after, the three appeared.

“Yeah. Are you in a good mood?”

“You are very pretty, my lady.”

“Excuse me!”

An uninvited grandson came to visit.