I Became a Food Developer in Another World - Chapter 14



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“Congratulations on your appointment, Colonel Yuri Greyt .”

“You can call me by my usual name. It’s an honorary position anyway.”

I was awarded the honorary rank of colonel by the military for my contributions to canning.

After that, everyone I met had the same reaction as me.

Anyway.

“It’s been a while, Third Prince.”

“It’s been a year since Thanksgiving.”

“Time has already passed so quickly.”

I didn’t even realize that a year had passed while I was just staying at the rooftop.

“I still appreciate you promoting Pringles on Thanksgiving.”

Thanks to that, he almost got caught up in blasphemy, but in any case, the reason Pringles did well was all thanks to the Third Prince.

If the Third Prince hadn’t stepped forward, Pringles would still be out and about, without even being able to release it, and without clearing its reputation as a snack made with Devil Fruits.

“I heard you were given a disciplinary action, but I’m glad you seem okay.”

The Third Prince had been under surveillance in the imperial palace until recently due to his impulsive behavior during Thanksgiving.

Because he was the third prince, it ended with imprisonment, but if it had been someone else, it wouldn’t have been strange if he had been beheaded for blasphemy.

Oh, I cleared the table and put Pringles and Coke on it.

However, the condition of the third prince, who came out after his quarantine, seemed unexpectedly good.

Usually, when people take a period of self-reflection, they become thinner, but the Third Prince, on the contrary, became fatter.

Should I say that my jawline, which was as sharp as a blade, has gained weight?

The sharp impression has become somewhat toxic.

“It was actually good, because thanks to it I didn’t have to attend boring events.”

The third prince himself seemed quite satisfied with his life as a servant.

“I really enjoyed the new processed food. This time, they developed something amazing again.”

The third prince looked at me with eyes filled with admiration.

“Food that doesn’t rot even after 100 years? ‘Processed’ foods are always surprising.”

“Thank you for your kind words.”

“It’s not a matter of looking at it favorably. There’s chaos even in the royal family.”

The empire began to crack down on canned goods to prevent the contents of cans from leaking to other countries.

There was even mention of the ‘death penalty’, which would be immediate execution if canned goods were discovered to be being smuggled.

Of course, it would be impossible to control information even with such a reign of terror.

It didn’t make sense that with over a million Imperial troops, not a single one of them was exporting canned food.

The third prince seemed to know this as well, but he didn’t seem to care much about it.

“But I still like gelato and ice cream better than canned food.”

The third prince’s words suddenly made me curious.

“Which one did you like better?”

Recently, there has been a trend in the capital city to debate which is more delicious, gelato or ice cream.

Although canning had a huge impact, it was only something that happened within the military.

The reality was that, unless you lived in the South, you probably didn’t even know about canned food.

On the other hand, gelato and ice cream were so popular that some people even traveled to the capital just to taste them.

Gelato and ice cream.

Because both were attractive desserts.

Which one did the Third Prince like more?

“Both products have their own charms. It would be meaningless to say which one is more delicious.”

The third prince also heard the exchange of words going on in the capital and let out a sly laugh.

“Of course I liked gelato better.”

So in the end, it’s called Gelato Para.

“By the way, I heard there was a rumor going around that you were planning to join the military.”

What is this?

“Am I speaking to the military?”

“Wasn’t it?”

“I have absolutely no intention of doing so, so you can ignore the rumors.”

Should I volunteer for the military and join it because I’m crazy?

The military was something I never wanted to go back to, even if it made my head spin.

The military was an organization in which one could not find even the slightest trace of freedom.

It seems that there were groundless rumors going around that I was planning to join the military because I had been given the rank of honorary colonel.

Meanwhile, the Third Prince looked relieved at my disgusted reaction.

“Thank goodness that’s not the case.”

“Is this really why you came here?”

“Because if you go into the military, there will be no one to make processed foods for you.”

The reason I came to Matap right after my training was over was because of processed foods.

It was absurd, but not unreasonable.

Because the 3rd prince seemed to be serious about processed foods.

“So when do you plan on making the next processed food?”

It’s when I see people asking questions like this.

“I’m still thinking about it.”

There was something I wanted to make.

‘Fire Chicken Stir-fried Noodles.’

Processed food that sparked a worldwide spicy challenge craze.

The problem is that this world isn’t ready to accept it yet.

Because while the people of this world really liked sweet and salty tastes, they had no tolerance for spicy tastes.

That’s because, strictly speaking, spiciness is not a ‘taste’.

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Taste is something we perceive through our tongue’s sensory organs, the ‘taste buds’. The four types of taste that our taste buds perceive are ‘sweet’, ‘salty’, ‘bitter’, and ‘sour’.

Among them, ‘spicy taste’ does not exist.

The spicy taste refers to the ‘pain’ that comes from the tingling pain.

People from other worlds who are not immune to that feeling could be considered newbies when it comes to spicy flavors.

That’s why I spread sweet and salty tastes, or ‘sweet and salty’, to this world, but I never even thought about trying spicy taste.

Our tower was too poor for that. If we failed once, it would be safe to say there was no turning back.

‘Should I try it now?’

With the help of the Third Prince, the church, and the donations they had recently received from the Marquis of Hughes, the White Tower was currently in a financially comfortable position.

It seemed like it would be a good idea to try something spicy.

Of course, that doesn’t mean we can launch Buldak Bokkeum Myeon right away.

Just as a person who has been to the moon cannot immediately adapt to Earth’s gravity, people from another world will also need an adjustment period to accept spicy food.

And it goes without saying that there are foods that are suitable for the spicy adaptation stage.

‘It’s ramen.’

The original spicy dish made by dissolving powdered soup and noodles in boiling water.

Instant noodles, a dish enjoyed by everyone regardless of age or gender.

ramen.

That was the processed food I was going to make this time.

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Ramen was my favorite processed food in my previous life.

It’s easy to cook and the taste is guaranteed, so there’s no better meal replacement than this.

Bubbling red broth, smoke rising in wisps, chewy, wavy noodles.

I used the power of magic to bring back to another world the ramen that was vividly engraved in my memory.

Although it was an illusion like a midsummer night’s dream that would soon evaporate and disappear.

“It’s ramen.”

It was the ramen in my memories.

‘Wow, my mouth is watering.’

There was something about the ramen I encountered after a long time that made my heart swell.

I never thought the day would come when I would see that red soup in another world.

It was a new experience for me, but I guess it wasn’t the same for others.

“Ugh, ugh, my eyes sting.”

Lanya stepped back and turned her head as if her eyes were stinging.

“… Death penalty, I’ll go up first because I remembered some overdue research. Thank you for your hard work.”

“Research? What research?”

“Haha, shouldn’t I also play a part in developing a new canned food menu?”

“There are plenty of people who can study without you. Sit down.”

What we’re currently studying by sticking to the imperial level is canned food, but where are we going to get it?

He caught the second priest, Zion, who was trying to sneak away.

“Death penalty, but I can’t stand spicy food… …”

“I told you it was delicious?”

Of course, it will take some time to get used to the spiciness before you can really appreciate its taste.

I also hope that people from another world will understand spicy taste from the beginning.

“Wow, this is delicious?”

“… … Look, it’s delicious.”

“Well, he’s originally a bit…”

“What was it originally?”

You have to be good at speaking.

“Ahem, no.”

Zion mumbled awkwardly.

“Whoa, Whoa, this is spicy but so delicious.”

The person who kept flicking her tongue as if her mouth was numb but still kept chewing was none other than Aria.

I knew it from the moment I mixed gelato and ice cream, but Aria’s tastes were a bit unusual.

The fact that a person from another world can immediately understand spicy flavors is proof that he is extraordinary.

“The texture is crazy?”

Although it looked awkward to pick up the noodles with chopsticks.

But seeing you eating well made me feel proud for no reason.

‘Leah knows how to cook well.’

The word ‘unique’ is a retraction.

“What are you doing? It’s getting cold. Eat quickly.”

“… Ah, yes.”

Zion, who had been watching blankly, reluctantly picked up his chopsticks.

By the way, chopsticks existed in this world too. The Eastern countries here also used chopsticks.

As daily necessities developed to suit people’s hands, tableware was generally similar even though the world was different.

Anyway, that was when Ranya and Sion started tasting ramen.

“… I heard the news! Is it true that you joined the military?”

Saint Josephine visited the Tower of Mary.

The matter was the same as that of the Third Prince.

“You came at a good time.”

“… Yes? Are you okay?”

“Your Majesty, please come and try this.”

“Hey, what is this?”

“It’s called ramen.”

I personally fed ramen to the saintess who was retreating.

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