The Artist Who Paints Dungeon - Chapter 100



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Episode 100

Koreans say garlic is not a spice.

“I said it’s a vegetable?”

“Kung kung kung… .”

“Honey, is that something you hate so much?”

Honey always makes a ‘kung’ sound when expressing her disapproval, and when she kung-kung like that, her already round body would become even rounder and would bob up and down. She looked like a soft, rolling bouncy ball.

But Geo felt wronged.

“Garlic isn’t spicy when cooked.”

“Kung.”

“Once you taste it, you’ll know it’s just a potato. It’s just a well-mashed, moist potato.”

“Kungkung… .”

“The scent has all gone into the oil. Dad is really upset.”

I had finally cooked a meal, but two of my family members were distrustful of Geo.

“Dad said he tried it.”

It wasn’t Honey but the teddy bear that reacted.

“Kkuu… .”

“… Of course, it is true that Koreans are good at spicy food, but, father, that is a prejudice. Not all Koreans are good at spicy food. I was average.”

Although he never said anything, the sun god knew that there was a Korean among the ‘Geo’ because he was a god. And this confrontation occurred because of the popular belief that Koreans are particularly good at spicy food.

“Why do we have to face such a harsh ordeal in front of this warm and delicious meal…?”

As always, Geo’s cooking was amazing.

The soft and ripe clubs and trumpets thrown at the right time boasted a milky white color, and the olive oil infused with the soul of garlic harmonized with the Milky Way Mary and the weeping hem.

Also, the sun god bestowed his protection of warmth, and the bread that Geo had baked in the oven was giving off a rich aroma.

“What a simple and perfect table setting, with the addition of smoked fish fillets gently dried in the gentle spring breeze. Especially, how delicious would it be to put the soft and chewy fish fillets on a crispy baguette, drizzle a drop or two of gambas oil, and top with well-fermented capers?”

Honey and the Bear seemed to hesitate, perhaps because the pig’s sincerity in appealing to his appetite had gotten through. Geo didn’t miss the opportunity and had Honey and the Bear sit down at their respective tables.

“Let’s eat first. No matter how much I hate spicy food, I shouldn’t be doing this in front of a hot table. That’s an insult to the ingredients and an insult to me as a chef.”

“Crunch… .”

“Kkuu… .”

“Danado has already gone and taken her seat, so why are you all hesitating like this? Honey, I didn’t raise you to be so weak. Didn’t you say, Father, that you wanted to experience human culture?”

In that way, Geo was barely able to convince the two.

“You’ve thought about it well. Yes, you may feel aversion to spicy food, but if you avoid it without even trying it in the first place, your range of experiences will inevitably be limited.”

“Kyuuu.”

“Of course, it is said that spiciness is closer to pain than taste, but I do not deny that, but I hope you understand that even that is a part of the gastronomic experience. Oral sensation is also a part of eating.”

Soggy dumplings or hard pudding were like things he didn’t want to eat. Food had a texture that best suited it, and a taste and aroma that matched its form. Geo couldn’t leave these spicy lovers alone.

“No, more than that.”

Geo once again complained of injustice.

“I told you it’s not spicy?”

“… … .”

“Dana, you don’t trust this father either?”

Anyway, the meal went on. Although both Honey and the Sun God secretly showed their dislike, they had no intention of not eating at all from the beginning. How could they avoid it when the delicious smell was wafting in the air?

Geo made a salmon baguette for his fearful, picky son.

“Place ripe broccoli and garlic on a baguette… Crush the tomatoes so that they release their juices… Place smoked fish on top… Top with cheese flowers, and voila.”

The GeoPyo salmon baguette is complete.

“It was a good thing I grew the cheese flower.”

This cheese flower was first encountered at a restaurant I visited with Yoo Seong-un. I was able to obtain the seeds thanks to the fact that it was a plant that grew naturally in a dungeon somewhere.

As expected, it evolved from azalea to morning glory, perhaps influenced by the forest, but its deep flavor and aroma remained the same.

“If you eat it like this with cheese, it will be much less spicy.”

“Kung… .”

Hot.

The baguette melted away from Honey’s body.

“… Kurur.”

“It’s delicious.”

“Gurrrrrrrr.”

“That’s fortunate.”

The first impression of the food you eat determines your subsequent culinary journey. I didn’t want to give my child a bad memory of the ‘spicy’ food he or she tried for the first time after being born.

“It’s moderately spicy, so is it okay?”

“Gulp, gurgle.”

“Yeah, you have to try anything to find out.”

Geo also made and ate a baguette in the same way as before.

“hmm.”

I admit it as the name of a self-proclaimed wild gourmet.

“Good.”

“Kurung.”

It was delicious.

‘I think I could have it a little spicier than this.’

Geo knew that although he avoided the spiciness that caused a traffic accident, a spiciness that was just enough to lightly tap his shoulder could be a moderate stimulus.

Smoked fish, cheese flowers, broccoli, they were all mild in taste, so I felt a little bored.

‘But this is pretty good.’

The unique spicy and savory flavor of Milky Way Mary passed by the roof of my mouth, but it was not so much that my tongue was tingling, and I was able to pass it by with a pleasant flavor. Honey seemed to have given it a passing grade in this regard.

‘The broccoli was cooked just right. If I had cooked it for too long, it would have been soggy and had a weird texture… Even the tomatoes, which were particularly plump, were mashed up softly thanks to the heating.’

I thought it was a little spicy because the broccoli, garlic, and tomatoes were all soaked in spicy oil.

But at that time, the cheese flower that entered my mouth was much softer than the vegetables and spread like silk, soothing the tingling sensation.

In particular, the smoked fish had a more harmonious taste with the unique, luxurious aroma of the wood it was burned in.

“… Even if you put a coffin here… .”

“Huh?”

“Oh, yes, the soup won’t be particularly spicy either.”

Even the sun god must have found this level of spiciness delicious, as he slyly handed Geo a baguette with sun-dried tomatoes inside. It was a request to him to make a baguette with scallops.

‘You’re a great pig, trying to experiment with new ideas as soon as you get them.’

Baguette with sun-dried tomatoes. The sweet and sour taste of sun-dried tomatoes is already there. Instead of adding tomatoes soaked in oil, I made the baguette with only broccoli, garlic, and scallops.

“Try it once, and if you think it’s a little spicy, you can eat it with some cheese.”

“dream….”

Wow.

Half of the baguette disappeared into the teddy bear’s large mouth.

“… … .”

“… … .”

“Kuk kuk kuk…”

Judging by the pleasant smile, it seemed that Geo was satisfied with his choice.

“… … .”

“Muang.”

“…You’re talented.”

Danana Honey was a little worried because she didn’t have hands, but she managed to assemble the food well using her mouth and feet. Geo nodded in satisfaction and looked at his family who were now starting to assemble the food on their own.

“hmm….”

I’m thinking of making some bread with dried figs later.

“It’s really good to make bread in advance.”

“Kyuuu.”

“That’s right, this was a daily occurrence in the village of Edlan.”

Because it was a region where bread was the staple food, there were many bakeries here and there even in coastal towns.

“Huh?”

“Yes, there were many households without stoves.”

“dream?”

“At such times, they would use the village’s communal oven, or families with a little more money would frequent a bakery. In any case, bread was always included in every meal.”

“Kuk kuk kuk.”

“As you might expect, I prefer to bake my own bread at home.”

In the village of Edlan, bread was similar to rice in Korea, so bakeries only sold the most basic bread. Since dipping it in stew was the norm, there were few places that sold it with dried fruit or nuts.

“Because I could try out different things when I baked my own bread. Sometimes I even baked it with minced sausage or fish. The seafood in Edelland Village is of a high standard, so no matter how I used it, it wasn’t too burdensome to eat.”

When I think back to that time, I feel a surge of motivation.

“It would be better to bake the bread in advance.”

“Gurrrrrr.”

“Okay, then I can take it out and eat it whenever I think of it.”

Since bread takes a lot of time to knead and bake, the people of Edelland Village would prepare bread in large quantities at once on a certain day and last for nearly a month.

‘Of course the bread became hard and dry, but being able to eat warm, moist bread every day was a privilege of the nobility… and hard, dry bread was delicious when dipped in stew anyway.’

Rather, the combination of hard, crusty bread and soupy stew was a good match. Since everyone ate like that, the stew we ordered at restaurants came out a little salty for the soup alone, and instead, they gave us bread to go with it.

But the advantage of this forest was that fully grown vegetables and cooked food did not spoil.

Even if you bake a lot of bread, it will always stay as if it was freshly baked, so if you bake bread diligently and stockpile it, you will be able to eat it whenever you have time.

“If you bake other types of bread besides meal bread, they’re also pretty good… .”

“Wow.”

“Small, round bread? Munchkin donuts would be nice too.”

Add a little milk to the sugar powder and cover the bread with it to make a wonderful glazed donut. Geo thought he should make some sweet breads too.

“Okay, here we use pasta noodles.”

When he felt that he had consumed a moderate amount of bread, Geo took out the pasta noodles he had prepared in advance.

I placed the chewy, cooked pasta noodles on my plate, then added various vegetables, a few spoons of oil, and the sausages that Dana had brought.

“If you add cheese, this will taste good on its own.”

“Crunch.”

“I’ll give you some too, so wait a moment. This one has a lot of oil in it, so it might be a little spicy.”

“Kkuk.”

“You’ve become brave. As they say, children grow up at some point… .”

I tasted the geoga, which was made by rubbing the noodles in hot oil to bring them to the right temperature.

“Good.”

I really liked it.

“This might be a little spicier, since the bread doesn’t cut the spiciness of the oil as well. Just in case, put some cheese flowers on it and eat it.”

“Gurrrrrr.”

“Do you need your father too?”

The teddy bear shook its head at Geo’s question. It seemed that although it had never eaten noodles, it still liked bread and had no intention of changing to another type. Geo confirmed his belief.

Geo, who had served some pasta to Dana, who was curious about what Honey was eating, ate some of his own again.

“… … .”

well.

It was good as expected.

‘The oil scent is stronger and it feels cold…’

Geo sprinkled a little more of the ground Milky Way Mary on top of his portion of pasta. The strong, distinctive aroma spread, and when he ate it with the spicy sausage, the taste, including the meat juice, was excellent.

‘The sausage was well cooked once.’

The moist flesh inside the crispy shell was chewable, and the smooth noodles soaked in oil added flavor and texture, piquing my appetite.

I never got tired of it because it tasted so different even when eaten with clubs or trumpets that were treated like meat rather than sausages.

Geo opened his mouth after drinking the sweet goji berry tea he had prepared in advance.

“…ha….”

A sigh of satisfaction escaped me.

This is happiness.