The Artist Who Paints Dungeon - Chapter 92



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Episode 92

Geo didn’t have any thoughts.

“hmm….”

The warmth spreads throughout my body as I take a bite of the stew.

‘This is it.’

Geo nodded.

Thinking about anything other than rice at the dinner table was an insult to rice and a declaration of war against pigs. Above all, in a situation where I was eating such a delicious meal, I couldn’t even think about anything else.

‘It’s a really good food to eat when you’re cold or feeling weak.’

Even though he was a priest of the sun who always had warmth by his side, he couldn’t avoid catching a cold or getting sick. When that happened, Giovanni would cook and eat this kind of stew.

The allure of a warm meal like stew is especially appealing when you’re sick.

“It’s delicious.”

“Kyuu.”

Of course, it’s delicious even when you eat it when you’re healthy.

‘Don’t eat stew with this flavor.’

The natural acidity of the tomato becomes even more profound when warmed. It has a complex aroma, like a sticky and sweet broth made by boiling chicken feet for a long time, and the flesh, which melts in your mouth, has a refined sweetness.

“It also goes well with carrots.”

“The good thing about Edlan Stew is that it goes well with anything you put in it.”

“It’s also a characteristic of tomato stew.”

The unique bitter yet tangy, stimulating flavor of carrots permeated the stew subtly.

The carrots, which were not so strong as to be rejected, but were mixed with various ingredients and soaked up the broth, had a special texture.

“And… I think it was a good idea to add potatoes too.”

When it comes to soup, you can’t leave out potatoes.

“Isser recommended it to you?”

“We used to put it in our stew often.”

“That’s right, it brings back old memories.”

“It’s really well cooked.”

“Thanks to Isser stirring it well. I can see that the heat is evenly distributed.”

In addition to the red flavor of the tomatoes, the potatoes, soaked in the juices of the deeply-fermented vegetables, were soft enough to be squashed with the gums.

The potato’s characteristic crumbly texture added weight to the weight of the stew, which seemed to fly away with its sour and sweet flavors.

‘Is it because the other ingredients assert themselves so clearly? When you add ingredients that give a light taste like this, the taste of the stew really deepens. And there is no ingredient that goes as well with that as potatoes.’

Moreover, potatoes did not simply serve as a canvas.

“Even if you just drink the broth, you can taste the flavor of the ingredients.”

The starch from the potatoes also served as a stepping stone that bound the various vegetables together and gently sublimated their juices.

Geo looked at Isser and smiled slightly.

“Your arms must have been sore from all the ingredients you had to stir.”

“That’s… embarrassing. I’m past the age where my arms would hurt from things like this.”

“Is that so? It still looks young to me, so this is a big problem.”

The cabbage that was sneaked in was also pretty good.

“The cabbage is very well cooked.”

“Gurrrr.”

“Yeah, I like this kind of cabbage the best too.”

Cabbage soaked in a tomato-based broth.

The cabbage, blotched with the color of the broth, seemed to give off a strange elasticity when chewed, but soon crumbled and released a light juice. The warm broth that spread throughout my mouth was different from that of the stew.

“Oh, that’s right.”

Geo looked back at the campfire where the clams were cooking.

“I think it’s time to start eating clams now.”

“Ryujonjonjonjeom?”

“You have the qualities of a pig too, just wait a minute.”

When I stroked Dana’s small, round head once, her characteristically cat-like triangular ears folded back and then back again. It was really cute how she laid her ears down before I could even touch her.

‘I must serve and serve you for the rest of my life.’

Just the feeling of the small, precious skull that fits comfortably in my hand made me feel full without eating. My heart felt warm and solid like a bowl of ox bone soup. This is how you increase your satisfaction in life.

“Let’s see… .”

Most of the clams were cooked, and Geo brought them onto the table on a platter. There was a clanking sound as the clamshells clanked together.

The unique scent of the sea from the charcoal-grilled clams combined with the gentle spring breeze of the forest to create a pleasant smoke.

“It looks like it’s fully ripe.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

“No, we’re all grown up now, so we each have to eat on our own.”

“I think the clams that the teacher opened for me personally tasted better, but that part was a little disappointing.”

“What a pity… Ah, it’s hot.”

“yes??”

Isser was embarrassed.

“Are you hot?”

“Will it be hot?”

Aria, who had been scolding her younger brother as naturally as breathing, soon looked at Geo as if she found it absurd.

“What kind of nonsense is this, sir, when you have the divinity of the sun in you?”

“It’s obvious that freshly baked clams are hot, so I just stop without realizing it.”

“How can one be deified and still not abandon human nature…?”

“It might be possible, but why is it like that for me? It would be better to let go of your prejudices.”

“Prejudice, how can this be so unfair? It’s because it doesn’t make sense that I’m doing this.”

“People should always live with an open mind.”

“Is this something that can be done with an open mind?”

“You shouldn’t have such narrow-minded thoughts.”

Geo, who had broadened my student’s world, began to open clams with his characteristically noble, and to some, shameless, smile. The moderately ripe clams each boasted white flesh and gave off the sweet and savory aroma characteristic of seafood.

“There are good things about being the second sun god.”

“… Opening clams with bare hands?”

“I always felt it was a waste to let it cool down before eating, but this turned out really well.”

“Is it okay for the divine to be used in that way?”

“Is there anything that can’t be done?”

While the mermaids were embarrassed by the untimely sacrilege, Geo and the teddy bear were simply delighted. Their stomachs were still quite empty, and there was plenty of room for the grilled clams.

The teddy bear was waiting for the clam meat with an excited face. Geo handed the teddy bear the meat of the black clam, which was as juicy as fresh sea urchin roe and steaming hotly.

“Here you go, Father.”

“Kyuuu.”

“How does it taste?”

“Kukukukukuku…”

“I’m glad you enjoyed the taste of clams.”

The teddy bear clapped its hands on the cotton floor. Geo was delighted, and the mermaids looked dumbfounded. Honey slid back into the stew pot, and Dana ate all of her stew and then lay down on her back.

‘What a peaceful mess.’

This is the epitome of true life. I felt happy and proud. As expected, there was nothing he couldn’t do.

Geo lifted up a new black clam. It looked similar to an abalone, but its shell was much blacker and smoother, and its flesh, cooked over charcoal, was white and tender.

‘Compared to this, abalone is closer to yellow.’

The black razor clam was a clam that boasted vivid black and white colors that would hurt your eyes if you looked at it for too long. The degree of whiteness of its flesh was different from that of abalone.

It was also different in that the edges were cleanly rounded without any burrs. However, the taste and texture were definitely reminiscent of abalone.

“… … .”

Jjigit.

“oh.”

A crazy tangle hit Geo’s brain.

‘It’s nice to eat it after a long time.’

The insanely delicious taste made my salivary glands go crazy. It was truly a natural dasida without a doubt.

The flesh of the black clam, which had a strong vitality, was soft and elastic enough not to be unpleasant, and the taste, which became more savory the more I chewed it, was like roasted nuts.

‘I guess it’s because I didn’t bake it for that long, but it’s still a bit chewy… .’

Should I say that I could feel the texture? The flesh, which spreads out softly like silk, splits apart without a trace when pressed with the teeth, giving me the pleasure of chewing.

The juice of the clams flowing out so generously felt like clam soup eaten on a winter day.

“… … .”

Because the clams were not small, they filled his mouth. It was a while later that Geo opened his mouth.

“It’s so delicious.”

“… It looks like that.”

“This is life.”

“You’ve become more greedy since I last saw you.”

“You are gone.”

“haha….”

Isser smiled a calm smile that resembled Giovanni’s.

“I didn’t really need to eat it, so I didn’t pack it.”

Actually, that wasn’t all.

It was Isser who had eaten Geo while he was still breathing. Perhaps it was because the feeling of those living, moving muscles wriggling inside his mouth still remained. Since then, Isser has not put anything in his mouth unless it is necessary.

“still….”

“Is this delicious?”

“… Yes, it’s delicious.”

It’s been a long time since I really felt like eating ‘food’.

“I feel good.”

It was to the point where I felt like I had become a human.

“Sunshine Sora… Are you going to use the shell, sir?”

“I plan to grind it finely and make it into paint later.”

“okay.”

Giovanni used to paint pictures using these shells. He especially liked to paint the sea, and his pictures always had the scent of the sea.

“I guess I should collect them, then.”

“please.”

Whether Isser was impressed or not, Geo lifted the club or trumpet clam this time.

The clam, which has a surface area as round as a scallop, has already split in half to reveal its flesh.

“… … .”

well.

The tooth went in.

“… It went really smoothly…”

“Because I baked it.”

“That’s great, Aria. You really have a talent for cooking.”

It is a characteristic of clams that they become tough when cooked for a long time, but in the case of clubs and trumpets, you can feel the ultimate softness when cooked at the right temperature and time.

The delicate texture melting away was softer than the sashimi of abalone.

‘I never knew I could taste this kind of texture in warm grilled clams.’

It was a texture that Giovanni could easily taste, but it was an unfamiliar and exciting sensation for Sergio, an Earthling. Come to think of it, Giovanni’s favorite clam was also a club or trumpet.

“It would taste good if you grilled it with butter….”

“This is a dish I never tried when I was in Edlan Village.”

Aria smiled faintly.

“Butter wasn’t such a rare ingredient there.”

“Rather than that, I was being avoided.”

Butter was difficult to make and was widely considered to be the dregs of milk. In addition, it was difficult to raise cows in coastal villages, so there were not many dishes using dairy products.

“But it would really be delicious if you grilled it with butter.”

“…You can try it later.”

“great.”

Sunshine conch was a bit difficult to eat by spreading the flesh on it. You had to spin it around with a special skewer to get the flesh to pop out, but it had a texture quite similar to conch on Earth.

But the sweetness was different.

“… … .”

This sweetness that is deeply ingrained in the flesh itself and the bitter stimulation that reminds one of the scent of some herbal medicine.

There was a superstition that eating sun-dried soybeans would help you get better if you had a cold, as they had the effect of warming the body.

‘… It definitely feels like this, so I guess it’s also used as medicine… .’

I had a funny thought that maybe because it was the sunshine of a country that worshipped the sun god, even seafood received some benefits. It had a sweet and salty taste that would go well with spicy stir-fried golbaengi.

“It seems like mermaids didn’t eat spicy food well. How are they now?”

“We’ve come too far to be concerned about that now. There’s no longer any problem with eating.”

Isser, who was cutting off the flesh of the club and eating it, continued speaking.

“So, I guess I can eat anything I want. My tastes have also faded a lot, and my biological characteristics have changed, rather than being like the mermaids that used to live in the sea back then….”

“Then can I eat something a little spicy?”

“I’ve never really looked for it, but that’s true. Do you think the next dish you make will be a little spicy?”

“It won’t be that spicy….”

“I feel uneasy when I think of the teacher who loved experimental cooking.”

As he said that, Isser smiled.

“Would you like to let me taste it before eating?”

“I can show you that much mercy. If you could help me prepare the meal.”

“That sounds good.”

Isser muttered.

“… I really like it.”

He had a strange feeling that he couldn’t shake off, and he ended up having similar questions to his sister.

Why is it so peaceful?

The painter who draws dungeons