I Became a Food Developer in Another World - Chapter 16



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“This is a pepper that grows in the southern region.”

“This will do. Thank you for your hard work.”

The peppers that Count Trion brought were slightly different in appearance and size from those from his previous life, but there was no significant difference in taste.

With the MSG and chili peppers in place, the base for the ramen soup was complete.

Aria can add the small ingredients as she tastes them.

‘What’s left is cotton.’

The life of ramen lies in the chewy texture of the noodles.

But this was a problem beyond my control.

Because I’m not a chef and I’ve never made noodles before.

So I guess I’ll need some help.

To the chef of another world.

Luckily, I knew a ‘restaurant’ that could help.

Before I started making processed foods, my daily routine was to wander around looking for a restaurant to eat at.

The restaurant I was looking for help with was also one I found out about during my restaurant tour.

【Golden Garden】

This is the only restaurant in the capital where I felt the emotion of “delicious” while eating otherworldly cuisine, and it is also a famous restaurant.

But Zion, who heard my story, showed reluctance.

“Golden Garden? Death penalty, how about somewhere else besides there?”

“Why, is there a problem?”

“It’s not that there’s a problem, but the chef at Golden Garden is known for his pride. I heard that he even refused invitations from the royal family. If it’s not related to cooking, he doesn’t even bother to look at it.”

“It’s actually good.”

“yes?”

“Take this and give it to me.”

“What is this?”

“condiment.”

“?”

What I gave to Zion was a bag containing MSG.

*

“… Nice to meet you, I’m Laura, the head chef of Golden Garden.”

The chef from Golden Garden came to the White Tower, holding a bag of MSG.

“Did you make this?”

however.

‘It wasn’t human.’

I thought of an old craftsman, but the chef who came to visit the magic tower was a cat.

She was a Miao woman with white pointed ears and plump pink flesh on her palms.

I had heard that there were Miao people in this world, but it was my first time seeing them in person, so it was amazing.

‘Why is that bag on your back so big?’

A Miao woman who identified herself as Laura was carrying an obscenely large bag that must have been three times her size.

Even though he didn’t show it, it seemed like his strength was no joke, contrary to his appearance.

“Please tell me, did you really make this?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

When I came to my senses and answered belatedly, Laura made an expression of admiration.

“This is amazing! How did you make this? What ingredients did you use? And more importantly, can you supply it to our restaurant?”

“…Can you please ask your questions one by one?”

“I’m sorry, I have so many questions. Our Miao people are naturally very talkative. So how did you make this?”

“The flavor of crops is extracted and powdered through alchemy.”

“I see, that’s amazing. So what was that crop and how did you extract the flavor?”

“It is difficult to tell you the variety of crops or the detailed manufacturing method.”

“… Oh, that’s too bad. But I guess that’s true. It must be a secret recipe. I was hasty in asking how to make it.”

Laura continued speaking actively, even though she admitted her mistake.

“Then, can you make a supply contract with our store? I really want to use it. I really want to!”

Laura was so attached to me that the rumors of her being proud were put to shame.

It wasn’t a crowd.

‘A great cook would not be able to fail to recognize the true value of Msg.’

Even in the world of the previous life, Msg, which was called magic powder, was a seasoning that no chef could ever miss.

Laura couldn’t help but be shocked when she saw such a thing presented in a world where the concept of savory taste was not even understood.

Thanks to this, it became easier for me, the one asking the favor, to bring up the topic.

“There’s nothing I can’t do, but if you grant me one favor, I’ll sign a supply contract then.”

“What? Tell me anything! … Should I make you pull my tail?”

“Well, it’s an attractive offer, but let’s save that for another time. Today, I’d like you to make this.”

“What is this? It looks strange. It looks like sliced ​​dough, but is it fried?”

“you’re right.”

What I showed Laura was the fried noodles from the packaged ramen.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen dough cut into long strips. Why is it fried?”

“That way, long-term storage is possible.”

There are many reasons for frying ramen, but the biggest reason is to extend its shelf life.

“I wish Laura would make this for me.”

“Indeed, it is worth asking me. If not me, then no one in the Empire would be able to make this.”

Laura displayed great confidence.

That would be the case, because the concept of ‘noodles’ in this world was a little different from that of my previous life.

Because it was short like macaroni, it was common to eat it with a spoon.

Moreover, ramen noodles are not something simple enough to be described as simply ‘fried.’

Before frying, of course, there were many manufacturing methods involved, and you also had to know the mixing ratio of the batter and the oil used.

That’s why I didn’t expect Laura to make perfect ramen noodles.

Ciel’s alchemy will fill in what’s missing.

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Before that.

“First, let’s taste the finished product.”

I showed Laura the ramen I had recreated using magic stones.

It was a ramen with chewy noodles and bubbling red water.

“Is this an illusion created by vision magic?”

“Yes, it’s not real. But it will feel real.”

Well, ramen is not a fictional product I created, it is a real food.

“I don’t mean to disparage you, wizard, but fantasy is fantasy. Fiction can’t be real food.”

Laura looked at the magical ramen through colored glasses.

But that was only a story until I tried ramen.

“uh…?”

Laura flinched after taking a bite of ramen.

‘It can’t be helped.’

If you taste noodles in a culture where there is no such thing as noodles, the texture is bound to be different.

Laura, her eyes wide open, continued to inhale the ramen in silence.

“Ah, so that’s why I knead the dough… … ”

He nodded to himself, sometimes expressing admiration, and sometimes lost in thought. And.

“Can I borrow your kitchen?”

“Yes, it is possible.”

“That white powder too!”

“You can use it however you want.”

As soon as I finished answering, Laura ran at a frightening speed, holding the Msg envelope.

“You didn’t tell me where the kitchen was… … .”

But, like the Miao people with a developed sense of smell, Laura found her way to the kitchen on her own.

The kitchen of the White Tower was large, as befitting a place responsible for preparing meals for numerous wizards, but the ingredients were poor.

So I was wondering how Laura was going to cook.

“So that’s what that bag was used for.”

Laura took out kitchen tools and ingredients from the bag she had brought and laid them out on the table.

The identity of the ridiculously large bag was a food storage.

Laura poured oil into a large pot and lit a fire with her cooking utensil.

Hurrruk!

While the oil was heating up, Laura poured the flour and water onto the cutting board.

Then she began to knead the dough with her plump, pink flesh.

Without using a rolling pin or mixer, the flour quickly became a well-rolled dough with just a few kneadings of the meat grinder.

‘Is this cat dough?’

No modern chef could possibly knead dough as well as Laura.

Laura then carelessly cut the dough with a thick knife and placed the meatballs in both hands on top of the cut noodles.

Magic power gathered in the flesh and steam came out.

‘They even steam it with their meatballs.’

The steamed dough, with a hint of cat’s paw, rose up deliciously.

And drop it into a heated oil drum.

Choaaaak─!

The noodles dipped in oil were fried golden brown.

Laura didn’t stop there, she added various spices and msg to the boiling water, added the fried noodles, and boiled them to complete the dish.

“It’s all done.”

The process was complicated, but it took less than five minutes for the dish to be completed.

‘That’s amazing.’

I was secretly impressed by the dish Laura prepared.

Even though this was Laura’s first time eating noodles, she made a wonderful noodle dish.

I was worried that the hair would fly away, but fortunately that didn’t happen, perhaps because it was fixed in place with magic.

“This will do.”

I nodded after taking a bite of the noodles.

The taste wasn’t to my taste, but the texture of the noodles themselves wasn’t bad.

The thickness and shape were definitely different from ramen… … .

‘What will happen with alchemy?’

All problems would be solved by creating a ‘stock’.

*

Based on the recipe Laura created, the alchemists began to produce ramen noodles.

It was a perfect packaged ramen, complete with ramen soup and toppings.

Once you have a recipe, it’s not hard to make, but after that, replicating the stock isn’t hard.

Aria looked delighted.

“Now all we have to do is distribute it to the nobles.”

“No, this time I won’t spray it on the nobles.”

“Huh? You’re not going to promote it?”

“We need to do some testing as well. The nobles aren’t enough.”

Even though they had perfected the ramen, they still lacked data on the average ‘spiciness’ of the people of this world. There were too few nobles to accumulate that data.

For example, in order to ‘localize’, you need to hear opinions about ramen from many people.

“Are there any nobles besides you?”

“You know, we have a million customers who will test it.”

“A million people? No way…”

“that’s right.”

I remembered what the Marquis Hughes had once said to me.

─I wish more diverse canned foods were developed to boost soldiers’ morale.

“We need to spread it among the military.”

One million Imperial troops.

They were the first customers of ramen.

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