I Became a Food Developer in Another World - Chapter 24



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A plate of golden-grilled green onion pancakes was placed in front of everyone.

“What an unusual dish.”

“It’s my first time seeing vegetables fried in oil.”

The imperial people and elves looked at the pajeon with curious expressions.

The glossy green onion pancake was a dish they had never tried before.

It’s not that in this world, oil was the exclusive property of the ‘upper class’.

Even that was usually used in meat or fish dishes.

Since fruits and vegetables were characterized by their ‘freshness,’ mixing them in batter and baking them like this was an attempt that people from another world could not even imagine.

“You can dip it in the soy sauce prepared on the side.”

The saint skillfully used her chopsticks to tear the edge of the pancake. Then she put an appropriate amount of soy sauce on it and brought it to her mouth.

“ah…!”

The moment she put the pajeon in her mouth, the saint’s eyes widened.

The savory oil bursting from the crispy fried dumplings spread throughout my mouth.

“delicious…!”

The crispiness of the well-cooked pancake mixed with the oiliness and danced in my mouth.

“Was this what the wave was like?”

“It feels good on the tongue.”

The eyes of the other world people opened wide in surprise at the texture of pajeon that they were experiencing for the first time.

“I’ve never had food like this in my life.”

“I didn’t know that vegetables fried in oil could taste this good!”

Those who ate the pajeon continuously exclaimed with rave reviews.

Marquis Hughes muttered with a face full of the memories, tearing a large piece of pajeon and putting it in his mouth.

“I think it would be nice to have some alcohol.”

“We have some beer, would you like some?”

“Please.”

“Please give me some too.”

“Me too, please.”

Since nothing was better than alcohol to wash away the greasiness of pajeon, everyone, regardless of gender, wanted beer.

Even the elves who don’t drink beer didn’t hesitate to try it today.

Because this was an empire, not a forest bound by rules.

Soon, a servant who had been waiting came in carrying a tray of beer and distributed beer to everyone.

‘Beer isn’t bad.’

Although I usually enjoy makgeolli with pajeon, I couldn’t get makgeolli in this world.

Because the ‘nuruk’ used in makgeolli is an ingredient that cannot be found in another world.

It’s not like I had any relevant knowledge either.

‘Well, just enjoy it.’

Seeing people enjoying beer with pajeon with happy faces, I thought that beer might suit people from another world better.

Laura had also finished cooking and was enjoying her pancakes among the elves.

“Yuri, please have some too.”

“I was going to drink this tea anyway.”

At the saint’s urging, I sat down with a plate of pajeon.

I tore off the crispy edges, dipped them in soy sauce, and put them in my mouth.

“Wow, that’s incredible.”

The green onions generously added to the small amount of dough were crunchy and wrapped around the tongue.

There was no heaven without a cold beer.

Of course, since the pancake was introduced to the elves, it had to suit their tastes.

“What do you think, Heindel?”

Judging from his expression, I thought he knew the answer even without hearing it.

As expected.

“Excellent, no, I don’t think there’s any food better than this.”

Heindel lifted his beer with a cheerful expression on his face.

*

Pajeon was served not only in the waiting room, but also to the elves and imperial citizens gathered in the square.

For today, I taught the chefs in the capital how to make pajeon.

Since it was a place to promote harmony with the elves, the empire also provided plenty of oil and beer so that everyone could enjoy themselves on this day.

When tofu was added to it, the reaction was explosive.

“Wow, this is incredible!”

“I didn’t know vegetables taste like this!”

The elves and the people of the empire were surprised once by the unfamiliar taste of the pancake, and again by the softness of the tofu.

“This is the first time I’ve had such soft food.”

“You could eat this even without teeth.”

“I’m surprised it’s really a bean.”

For the imperial people who enjoyed raw beans, the fact that beans could be cooked so tenderly was a refreshing shock.

Everyone was so surprised by the food and the atmosphere was lively with beer that everyone had smiles on their faces.

“Even a nobleman knows how to drink!”

“Human! It’s a competition to see who can drink more!”

“Good!”

“Hahaha!”

Humans and elves laugh and chat together and enjoy the festival.

It was a rare sight never seen before.

The two races were becoming closer over just one food.

The festival, which began with the theme of harmony between elves and humans, matured successfully.

*

Edible oils were rare in this world.

Even in the empire, the production of ‘cooking oil’ was so low that it was not popularized.

One thing you would never see unless you were in a restaurant frequented by the upper class was cooking oil.

But surprisingly, there was a race that used this precious cooking oil like water.

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It’s ‘Elf’.

The World Tree, a giant tree located at the center of the forest where the elves live, bears a fruit called the Lucon, which is full of oil.

The elves began their day by drinking oil from the Lucon every morning.

This would have been unimaginable to other races, but to elves it was a daily occurrence.

Even the elves didn’t hold Lucon in high esteem.

Since the thing that was thrown on the roadside was a lucon, it was handled only slightly better than a rock.

And this was not known to human society.

Due to the closed nature of elven society, elves did not gossip about their work in the forest, and they did not know that oil was a valuable resource to humans.

That is understandable. Although oil production was low, there was enough for the nobles to enjoy, so it was not treated as a scarce resource.

Because of this, Lucon was rolling around the elf village without any attention.

Although it is such a valuable resource in this world, it is often neglected because its value is not recognized.

The carbonation in cola was like that, the potatoes in Pringles were like that, and so was the fruit of the world tree, the lucon.

This was something I didn’t know until I visited the elf village.

But now that I know it, I can’t just pass it by.

There’s a tree right in front of you that’s dripping oil indefinitely. How can you pass by it?

‘It would be a sin to leave this alone.’

Experiments have shown that Lucon has a high smoke point, making it a suitable oil for frying.

Heindel tilted his head as he looked at the freshly fried French fries.

“Is this food that elves can eat?”

“I’m a vegetarian.”

Since potatoes, a vegetable, were fried in vegetable oil, French fries were strictly ‘purely vegetarian.’

It could be said that the quality was higher than that of pancakes containing starch.

Even the accompanying sauce, ketchup, was made purely from tomatoes.

I was a little surprised when Laura poured sugar into the ketchup she made.

“… … Vegetarian food can be this delicious?”

Heindel’s eyes widened as he picked up some French fries and dipped them in ketchup.

I liked this face more than the pajeon.

“It was like the previous pajeon, but it feels quite different from the vegetarian food I know.”

Heindel had a complicated expression on his face, wondering if this could really be considered vegetarian, but he couldn’t say anything because he saw that all the ingredients used were vegetables.

“It’s vegetarian, so you can eat it with confidence.”

“Then I will eat it gratefully.”

Heindel’s expression brightened like a bright child’s at my answer and he eagerly ate his French fries.

Heindel ate a mountain of French fries in an instant and his mouth was watering.

“… You already ate it all.”

“Can I distribute Lucon?”

“I’ll tell the kids, so feel free to distribute it.”

“Thank you.”

The distribution of Lucon’s human society was permitted with just one French fries.

*

One day, while preparing to popularize Lucon oil with Heindel’s permission, a familiar old nobleman came to visit Matap.

“Meet Duke Gertz.”

“The food I ate last time was delicious.”

The old nobleman was none other than Duke Gertz, who was present when the pancake was made.

“What brings you to the rooftop?”

“I came here to ask a favor that I couldn’t ask you before.”

“Do you have a favor to ask of me?”

“That’s right. It wasn’t a situation to talk about it at the time.”

Duke Gertz looked into my eyes and said.

“I would like you to help our dukedom.”

“?”

Duke Gertz explained the situation to me, who was puzzled.

“As you may know, the Dukedom is famous for its rugged terrain even within the Empire.”

As Duke Gertz said, his territory was an area full of steep mountains.

“That’s why food produced in the capital can’t reach the Gongjakryeong.”

Pringles and ramen noodles manufactured in the capital were foods that could be stored for a long time.

However, they could not reach the Duchy of Gertz.

There were many rugged mountains, so the merchants were reluctant to distribute their goods, but the biggest problem was that their goods were stolen by the wyvern packs that settled in the mountains.

A pack of wyverns, who had gotten a taste for ramen and Pringles, were stealing everything they saw.

Even when an item was ordered, it was rare for it to reach the delivery office in its entirety.

However, complete eradication of the wyverns was nearly impossible due to the rugged mountain range.

Because of this, the people of the dukedom were full of dissatisfaction.

I wanted to try the capital’s snacks and ramen, but it was difficult because of this pack of wyverns.

That was also the reason Duke Gertz came to see me.

“I’ll pay whatever it costs. Can you make us some processed foods that we can produce ourselves in our own territory?”

*

Duke Gertz asked Yuri for help, but he did not think the problem would be easily solved.

The Duchy of Gertz, famous as the ‘City of Knights’, had poor food supplies.

At best, only sugarcane and wheat could be safely supplied.

In this situation, I wondered whether there were any processed foods that could be produced on their own in the Gongjakryeong area.

however.

“Can you give me just one day?”

“… Will one day be enough?”

“That’s enough.”

Duke Gertz doubted his ears when he heard that it would only take one day.

The next day, a day like that passed.

“…What is this?”

“It’s chicken.”

What was served in front of Duke Gertz, who had returned to the rooftop, was crispy fried chicken.

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