I Became a Food Developer in Another World - Chapter 36



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Since ancient times, dwarves have mainly lived in mining areas.

The staple food of the dwarves who live in the mountains is ‘barley’, which is strong against the cold.

And barley was the main ingredient of ‘beer’.

Dwarves, whose staple food is barley, were a race that was bound to develop ‘beer’.

Each dwarf tribe had its own historic brewery that had been passed down through generations, and beer storage facilities were everywhere.

That’s why the dwarves had such high pride in their beer, they didn’t even look at the beers of other races.

But even these dwarves had their own worries.

That was the ‘shelf life’ of beer.

Dwarven beer spoils within five weeks of leaving the brewery.

When people lived in tribes in the mountains as in the past, this short preservation period was not a problem.

However, as the dwarves expanded their territory and entered various parts of the continent, the shelf life of this beer became a big problem.

Because it was damaged during distribution, the dwarves often complained.

However, the ‘venerable’ dwarven breweries were stubborn and stuck to the traditional methods of their ancestors.

Because of this, the shelf life of beer has always been a big headache for the dwarves.

That’s why Dorian, a proud dwarf who made beer, asked Yuri, a human, if he knew how to make beer.

If you make food well, you might know how to extend its shelf life.

Dorian had no expectations of what the beer would taste like from Yuri.

That’s what it was.

“… Huh, huh?!”

The bittersweet taste of caramel goes down smoothly like cream.

A refreshing scent that lingers in your mouth like an aftertaste even after it has disappeared… … .

Dorian’s eyes grew wide at the colorful feast of flavors he had never expected.

Although Dorian knew a lot about beer, this was the first time he had experienced a flavor that lingered in his mouth for a long time.

Then, Dorian realized something and muttered with a surprised expression.

“This is… … , you didn’t use ‘Groot’.”

“Yes, it’s ‘hop.’”

“… Hop! This is hop?”

Dorian asked, looking down at the pitch-black beer with wide eyes.

“What is the name of this beer?”

“It’s called Guinness.”

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Guinness, the pride of Irish beer.

The beer I presented to Dorian was ‘ Foreign Extra Stout ‘ , a traditional Guinness stout .

‘Foreign Extra Stout’ was characterized by its stronger alcohol content and richer taste than regular Guinness beer.

I thought that any dwarf who loved alcohol would like it… … .

“Khuhaat!”

That was correct.

Dorian emptied the huge beer mug in one gulp.

Taang!

“Wow! I thought all human beers were bland and tasteless, but I never thought I’d taste such an amazing beer!”

Dorian, wiping his lips with his forearm, looked at me with admiring eyes.

“Do you like it?”

“Hey, don’t you want to meet my daughter?”

“Thank you for your kind words, but I would like to decline.”

If she was Dorian’s daughter, she would have been at least 100 years old, and above all, she was a ‘dwarf’.

You can think of him as Dorian with only the gender changed.

There may be people in this world who like dwarves, but at least I wasn’t one of them.

Dorian licked his lips with a look of great regret at my polite refusal.

“Oh, you’re such a cruel person. Are you telling me to give up after giving me a taste of this amazing beer?”

“Weren’t you planning to receive it as compensation?”

“That may be true, but will it be preserved?”

Dorian looked skeptical as he spoke.

That’s understandable, since the beer in this world has a shelf life of only five weeks at most.

That’s why beer was something you had to drink only when you went to its original place of origin.

Of course, Guinness was different.

Because it was a modern beer that was refined and improved with a focus on distribution.

So, that preservation period is.

“It’s been a year.”

“…what?”

“It’s the preservation period.”

Dorian blinked his eyes blankly.

*

If there’s one thing I felt while drinking beer after being reincarnated into another world, it’s that the beer in this world is different from the beer I drank in my previous life.

Beer from this world spoils easily and changes in flavor easily, and even the same beer has uneven flavors.

Above all, the fragrance was different.

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As I found out later, this was because the beer in this world did not use ‘hops’.

Here, ‘hops’ was a spice that affected the taste and flavor of beer.

It was an essential ingredient in beer in its previous life as it was a natural preservative that sterilized the beer and extended its shelf life.

Instead of hops, this world used ‘Groot’, which was made by grinding various herbs.

That’s right.

In this world, there is a revolution of ‘hops’ where hops push out Groot and take the throne of beer.

That is, it was the world before the ‘Pure Beer Act’ was declared.

The reason why beer from this world spoils easily is because it uses grits instead of hops.

Not only is Groot inferior to hops in terms of taste and aroma, but its ‘preservation period’ is also significantly shorter.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that ‘hops’ don’t exist in this world.

The existence of hops was known in this world, but it had not become popular.

This is because ‘Groot’ was exclusive to the upper class.

In this world, the ones who monopolized ‘Groot’ were the ‘monasteries’ of the church and the ‘local lords’.

In order to make beer in another world, you had to buy Groot from them.

Groot was both a ‘power’ and a ‘lord’ who brought enormous wealth to the upper class.

On the other hand, the situation was different for the dwarves.

Dwarven brewers, who have been running breweries for hundreds, if not thousands of years, are a people who are extremely stubborn and adhere to the recipes that have been passed down from their ‘ancestral’ generations.

Having been tamed by the Groot for thousands of years, they paid no attention to ‘hops’.

Above all, since the Groot mixed by the dwarves was sold to humans at an extremely high price, there was no reason for the dwarven brewers to discard the Groot.

The ‘Groot Power’ was born from the intertwining of the interests of the dwarven breweries and the nobles.

The reason hops were not popularized was because of these grit cartels.

However, this was possible because the common dwarves did not know how great the potential of ‘hops’ was.

“What!? You can distribute beer!?”

“A, a year!? You just said it was a year!?”

The dwarves went into a fit when they heard that the shelf life of stout was one year.

“Ugh!”

“Wow, who would have thought hops could make such amazing beer!”

The dwarves who tasted Guinness stout grabbed the back of their necks.

In this world, hops had not yet been studied, so the dwarves believed that only ‘Groot’ was the truth.

But it was only in an instant that the truth was shattered.

“Study hops!”

“Make some Guinness now!”

“Hey! Bout! Open the door!”

“If you don’t open it, I’ll break it and come in!”

Boom bang─!

The dwarves who had rushed to the brewery pounded on the closed door as if they were going to start a riot.

The brewery held great authority in dwarven society, but the dwarves themselves were an even more ignorant race.

“Is this how it’s going to turn out? Alright, let’s see if you win or I win!”

“We’re on strike from today until we make hop beer!”

The dwarves are a race that cannot be found without being a craftsman in any field.

The ‘power’ of the brewery had no effect on those dwarves.

When the dwarves went on strike as a group, the external companies that had placed orders with the dwarves were in chaos.

“Okay, guys! Just make it, just make it!”

The dwarf brewers eventually had to give up after not even lasting a month.

But even after the brewery opened, problems still remained.

The most important thing about beer is the ‘water’ that goes well with it, and the water that goes best with Guinness exists in the Elf Forest.

The only place that currently had a wide variety of ‘hops’ was the Elf Forest.

“Huh! Are you telling me to collaborate with those rascals? That’s ridiculous!”

“Hold my hand right now!”

“We don’t need a brewer who can’t make beer!”

Of course, the collaboration with the elves went smoothly as the dwarves with their rolled-back eyes pushed forward forcefully, but there was another problem.

The remaining obstacle was the need to distribute beer from the Elven Forest to the village of the Red Anvil Tribe.

Since land transport was impossible due to the distance, the only way was to load the alcohol onto a ship and transport it by sea.

“The sea? Did you just say the sea?”

“What do you think of us, the race of the earth!”

“That’s nonsense!”

Dwarves are a race that does not go out to sea.

For them, who live their entire lives with both feet on the ground, the sea was a world outside their realm.

The dwarven elders unanimously scolded the brewer who had made the proposal.

‘Tsk tsk, what a stubborn young man who is only 200 years old.’

The Red Antlers tribe leader, who had been quietly watching the situation unfold, harshly scolded the young brewer.

“You dare to buy me a beer right now, Baget Khan!”

“Statistically, it is possible to procure 3,600 cases of beer per month.”

“Build a ship now!”

“Go out to sea!”

The elders rose one after another.

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