I Became a Food Developer in Another World - Chapter 8



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The Third Prince’s Thanksgiving speech created a huge buzz.

“I heard that the Third Prince cleaned up the grain cart on Thanksgiving Day?”

“That’s right. They say that instead of unleavened bread, they offered the devil’s fruit on the harvest festival.”

In social circles, the story of the prince’s actions in defense of potatoes was a daily topic of conversation.

To use a modern metaphor, this would be like putting fast food on the ancestral rite table.

It was inevitable for people to wonder why the Third Prince was acting like this.

The curiosity naturally led to the ‘Pringles’ that the 3rd Prince had uploaded to the harvest festival.

In the past, they were nobles who avoided him for the sake of their reputation, but now that the Third Prince had stepped forward and eaten, they had nothing to hesitate about.

The nobles put Pringles in their mouths, and their reaction was no different from what the wizards of the Magic Tower had seen earlier.

“… Is this really a potato!?”

“How can it taste like this!”

“Ah, Pringles!”

The nobles finally understood why the Third Prince had placed Pringles on the harvest festival to pray for a good harvest.

Because it’s delicious!

Wouldn’t God be happy if he could eat something delicious?

Pringles and Coke were better than unleavened bread and cereal tea.

Starting with the upper class, Pringles spread throughout the capital.

“These Pringles are seriously crazy delicious! Once you open one, you won’t be able to stop.”

“Pringles are best when eaten with cola. If you haven’t tried them, you should definitely try them together.”

“Haha! You heard that too. Coke, and Pringles!”

People praised Pringles, imitating the Third Prince’s words.

In the process, the stigma of potatoes as the ‘devil fruit’ was washed away as if forgotten.

“There’s no way the crop the prince is eating is a devil fruit.”

“I don’t know why such a delicious crop gets such a bad reputation.”

“Potatoes are truly a gift from God.”

“Of course. Aren’t Pringles potatoes? No, potatoes are Pringles? Haha!”

The topic of Pringles was definitely started by the Third Prince’s remarks, but it was the magic of the snack called Pringles that took advantage of the opportunity.

A powerful addiction that makes it impossible to stop once you start eating it until you empty the entire can!

It is a bite-sized piece and has a parabolic shape that seems to be designed to resemble the shape of the human mouth.

For the people of this world who enjoyed the natural flavors, processed foods developed by modern chemists after many years of research were a whole new world.

Moreover, the influence of Pringles did not stop at just eating them.

The first people to be influenced by Pringles were merchants in the distribution industry.

“I delivered Pringles all the way to the northern border, and they weren’t broken or oxidized. They were absolutely fine.”

“No, does that make sense? If it’s the North, isn’t it about a month’s drive from the capital?”

Most of the food and goods from this world cannot be distributed far and are consumed in one area.

Since there were many cases where products rotted or were damaged during distribution, both the seller and the consumer had to bear losses.

Since these troubles occurred frequently, it has become common sense that all products at risk of spoilage are consumed in one area.

But Pringles broke that mold.

No matter where in the empire they were distributed, Pringles neither rotted nor fell apart.

“Ahem, Pringles are fine even if they come from a month away, but this fruit is from our region, so why did it come half rotten?”

“Sorry, sorry! We will collect all the spoiled fruits and give you a refund.”

Merchants who were impressed by Pringles’ technological prowess were determined to uncover the ‘secret of Pringles’, and the distribution industry became active.

Naturally, the consumers who used the distribution industry were happy to see it come back to life.

“Well, I heard that Pringles were delivered from the capital to our area?”

“The world has changed! Who would have thought that delivery would be possible from the capital to the border?”

“Haha, so now we can taste the famous capital city’s sweets?”

Consumers were willing to pay a lot of money for Pringles, and the idea that “Pringles are delivered from one end of the empire to the other” spread among the people of the empire.

“Maybe I can eat this too…?”

“You can eat carbonated drinks and potatoes, but maybe you can actually eat poison too.”

“No, no matter what, that’s not it.”

Potatoes, which were considered the ‘devil’s fruit’ for a long time, have become known to be a crop that even princes eat, and people’s thinking has become more flexible.

And the ones who benefited from these changes were, surprisingly, the prisoners in prison.

“It wasn’t you who did it. I’m sorry for what happened. You should live well after you leave.”

“Oh my, thank you! Thank you!”

There was an incident where prisoners who had been falsely accused and imprisoned were pardoned.

What ended up in the hands of those who were cleared of such false accusations were Pringles.

Pringles have become a staple snack for the wronged and a gift given to those released from prison.

Similar things were happening all over society.

All of this was possible because of just one cookie.

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The empire was ablaze with Pringles fever.

However, if something is popular, there are bound to be those who exploit that popularity.

“Sorry, we’re out of Pringles. Come back tomorrow morning.”

“What are you talking about! I saw it with my own two eyes just now!”

“I’m sorry, but that’s not for sale. It’s for Count Phairden.”

“Are all those Pringles?”

“Yes.”

The aristocrats used their power and connections to start a private enterprise over Pringles.

“What do you mean there’s no stock? I placed the order a few days ago!”

“… I’m sorry, but you’re a little late. Mr. Le Den came during the day and took everything away.”

“Ha! These guys from Le Densanghoe are stealing!”

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Each store, concerned that the product would sell out, entered into a war to secure Pringles stock.

Meanwhile, as Pringles began showing signs of selling out, it was Pringles officials who benefited.

“Haha! Dad brought Pringles.”

“Here’s Pringles. Did you know that my uncle is a top Trion employee?”

Of course, there are people who take Pringles separately for their family or relatives.

“Hehe, I’m taking a risk with this too… How much are you thinking about?”

There were even people who secretly stole and sold Pringles that had already been produced.

As everyone started stealing Pringles, Pringles naturally began to disappear from the streets.

Naturally, the ones who suffered were the ordinary imperial citizens who had no power.

“Hey, Pringles… … ”

“Oh, there isn’t any!”

“Prr-”

“No! No!”

It was the beginning of the Pringles sell-out crisis.

*

“I’m sorry, wizard!”

Count Tryon banged his head on the table.

“I tried to solve it on my own, but I couldn’t control it, so I gave up… … ”

“It’s okay. It’s not like the Count did that on purpose, is it?”

“Um, I don’t know what to say.”

In a way, the Pringles sell-out was almost a foregone conclusion.

Unlike cola, which is mostly consumed in the capital, Pringles is easy to transport, so the consumption is much higher.

‘It’s the same as before.’

Something similar happened in my past life.

The parent company’s honey-flavored potato chips were so popular that they sold out like hotcakes.

What impressed me the most was the article that said they were selling the smell of empty bags. It said you could smell a strong acacia scent or something like that… .

Surprisingly, there were people who bought it.

anyway.

“I guess the problem is the guys who steal things.”

“Yes, we can stop theft on our side, but it is virtually impossible to stop items being stolen during distribution.”

The cause of the shortage was the tyranny of some nobles, but it was the distributors of Pringles who took advantage of this.

It seemed like they were secretly stealing Pringles from the market and selling them to local aristocrats.

The problem was that it was not easy to track them down.

“Well, let’s do it like this.”

“Is there a way?”

“Let’s engrave a watermark.”

“…Watermark, I’m hearing that name for the first time. Is it magic?”

“You can think of it as something like an invisible signature.”

A watermark was a way to mark a document with a faint mark to indicate who created it.

A representative watermark is a portrait of a person who appears transparently when the banknote is held up to light.

And in this world, the concept of watermarking did not exist. Watermarking was a printing technology.

It seemed like this could be done with magic to achieve a similar effect.

You may wonder what the use of putting a watermark on an item when it is stolen during distribution…

‘You can just paste it after it’s been distributed.’

All you have to do is have each store that sells Pringles put a watermark on them.

Then, since the items being distributed will not have watermarks engraved on them, it will be possible to naturally distinguish stolen items.

Trion’s upper echelon’s eyes widened after hearing my explanation.

“… The wizard is truly a genius. How did you come up with this method?”

“I’ve seen something similar before.”

That was a previous life and I’ve never heard of putting a watermark on a cookie container.

The usage is up to the user.

“I will make the watermark into a stamp and send it to you soon. Please have the Count deliver it to the merchants.”

“Haha, of course! I will take responsibility and make sure to convey it to everyone!”

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“Let go of this! What are you doing!”

“I will arrest you on charges of stealing items from the top of Trion.”

“What are you talking about!? I stole the stuff from above!?”

“The nobles who bought Pringles from you have already told you everything. It would be better for you to follow along.”

“… What?! Z, evidence! Is there evidence!”

“These are the Pringles you sell and the Pringles sold at the store. Can you feel the difference?”

There was no difference between the two Pringles cans. But when held up to the sun, a faint image appeared on one of them. It was the face of a bearded dwarf.

“!!”

“If you understand, then follow me obediently.”

Similar things were happening all over the empire.

It was the moment when the evil culture that had been rooted in the distribution industry disappeared.

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Meanwhile, as the Pringles sell-out crisis came to an end, there was one group that was suffering day by day.

[How long are you going to insist on only unleavened bread and grain tea!]

[The Vatican must abandon the old culture and embrace the new culture!]

[God also wants to eat delicious food!]

It was a church that was hit hard by Pringles on Thanksgiving Day.

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