Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills

"Mr. Dorn, my name is Thomas Williams. I am a writer and critic from Wangdu."

"Occasionally, I write travel notes and food reviews from various places, and publish them in current review publications. The crab meat lion head you made is very delicious. I have a few questions that I would like to ask in person."

Mr. Writer expressed his intention and purpose sincerely.

"A current review publication?" Donne was shocked.

Is there such a thing in this different world?

Is the cultural industry so prosperous?

"Review periodicals seem to have emerged only in recent years. Many writers will post reviews and articles on them. I only heard of them when I visited some big cities, and I can't see them in small towns."

Vivienne at the side saw Don's surprise, and offered to explain something.

In fact, it's not just Miss Goblin who explained it. The number of various periodicals in the Dona Empire is very small, and the price is also high. Only nobles and wealthy merchants will buy and circulate.

For ordinary people, it is generally difficult to recognize all ligatures, and there is no such spiritual consumption demand.

"Then is this Williams very famous?" Don turned his back and approached Vivienne, asking in a low voice close to her small ear.

The sudden closeness made Miss Goblin's heart beat faster.

"Okay...it seems to be quite famous. I have read his knight novel "The Life of Parov."

"Mr. Dorn?" Vivienne, who had no sense of presence, could be seen from Williams' perspective, only Dorn suddenly turned around, seemingly still talking to himself?

It seems that what the local said just now, that Mr. Dorn seems to be in a bad state of mind, refers to this.

However, it is understandable that such a talented person has a weird personality.

"Ah, I was just checking whether there are still lion heads in the pot." Don turned around, "Mr. Williams, you want to interview me, right? You can ask any questions, and I will Match yours."

Of course, this is for the face of that Jinnar.

Moreover, the other party is a well-known writer at any rate, and it seems good to be able to write an article to boast about himself.

Although those publications are only circulated among rich people in big cities, they have no influence on small towns like Eaton.

But if the guarantee is not complete, there is a certain rich kid who is full to explore the food?

Once this special guest is triggered, it is not impossible to charge a few more Jinnar as a meeting fee.

Happy.

"Interviewing? Yes, I am going to interview you." For Mr. Writer, it is another coined word, but the meaning is not difficult to understand.

After asking a few simple questions not related to the method of making lion's head, and the origin of the name of the dish of lion's head with crab powder, Mr. Writer took his notebook and planned to leave the kitchen satisfied.

But when he was about to step out of the door, his eyes fell on a small wooden basin beside him. In the wooden basin, two small river crabs were spitting bubbles.

Williams turned around: "Mr. Dorn, I forgot to ask just now, do you still have any ingredients for the lion's head?"

"If there is, you can look at it if you want, but they are all worthless things." Don pointed to the pot of river crabs and a piece of bristle pork on the shelf, "Because pork has other uses , so these were not made into lion heads."

These bristles are kept for extra meals in the restaurant at night.

In the past few days, the newly promoted chef cannot do without the second-generation bristle pork.

However, after eating seven or eight meals of the second-generation bristle pork, his physical point finally increased by 9 points, and there was no further movement.

Regarding this result, Donne already had an answer in his heart——

There should be an upper limit to the attribute points that the same kind of monster ingredients can add to oneself. For example, if the second-generation bristle boar is used as an ingredient, the upper limit should be 9 points of physical strength, and then eating the second-generation bristle pork will not trigger [Predator] up.

Therefore, it is the road to sustainable development that you can't catch a kind of monster food that you can eat, and enrich your own monster food range.

Williams glanced at the crab again, then at the pork, and then his expression seemed to be frozen, and he didn't speak for a long time.

After tasting this crabmeat lion's head just now, Williams placed Don's culinary skills at the same level as the royal chef.

But he ignored a prerequisite, that is the environment and ingredients for cooking.

Mr. Writer is a man of insight, he can tell the quality of the pork and crab.

For ordinary people, these two ingredients are not bad, but if you dare to put this crab and pork in front of those royal chefs, especially this crab that looks very poor in meat quality, they will only give you a big one. Roll your eyes!

As royal chefs who are accustomed to using the top ingredients in the country, this kind of commoner ingredients are completely unqualified, and they are not worthy of being cooked by them.

But even with a simple kitchen and commoner ingredients, the quality of the dishes made by Donne is not inferior to that of royal chefs!

"Mr. Dorn, I would like... I would like to ask again, did you use these simple things to make the crab meat lion's head?"

"Of course." Donne has already heard the meaning of Mr. Writer's words, pretending to be profound, "Simple ingredients can also cook high-end delicacies. And I always think that only everyone can enjoy the food. , can be regarded as real food.”

But I don't reject the exclusive food cooked with top ingredients. Dorn added silently in his heart.

"Everyone can enjoy it..." Williams opened his notebook again and recorded this sentence with slightly trembling hands.

An idea came into Mr. Writer's heart, an idea that made him feel a little palpitating——

If the young people in front of him were given the same cooking conditions as the royal chefs, what kind of food would he make?

Perhaps, the locals here are not wrong. This young man with black hair and black eyes is really a culinary skill far superior to any chef in the capital?

He looked at Dawn with an extremely strange look for a long time, and finally Williams gave another gentleman's salute, and left the kitchen thoughtfully with a solemn expression on his face.

"How do I feel that this interview seems to have dealt a big blow to this Mr. Williams." Vivienne narrowed her eyes slightly and watched Mr. Writer leave.

"It seems so. When he left, his eyes lost their brightness..." Don shrugged helplessly.

Don himself didn't pay too much attention to this interview. After all, the illusory praise from the capital was just icing on the cake for him who lived in a small town.

...

In the alley next to the Wishing Restaurant, two people were talking.

Just now, the two young mercenaries who took Williams' 5 silver Gnars and sold the seats and dining numbers.

It might be inappropriate to say that they are "young", after all, these two mercenaries are underage.

Among them, the chubby one is called Fat Fox, who is thirteen years old. The other, a stout one, called Bearpaw, was fourteen years old.

The two underage mercenaries are used to deliberately dressing themselves as old-fashioned, to appear more reliable.

But even if they dress up as old-fashioned, no one will pay to hire them.

"I didn't expect that well-dressed old man to be so generous, it was just 5 silver coins!" Xiongzhuo played with the silver in his hand, reluctant to put it down.

"Put it up, put it up! Don't reveal your wealth! You idiot!" The fat fox looked at his companion helplessly.

"Don't worry, don't worry, the gangsters nearby don't dare to mess with me and Brother Hyena."

"Hey, I'm too lazy to care about you." The fat fox touched his share of silver Gnar hidden in his arms, and the delicate touch of the metal was fed back to his fingertips, "Yeah, it's 5 silver coins when you make a move, it's a pity that this Good things don't happen every day..."

Touching the silver coins in his arms, the fat fox suddenly had an idea——

It is known that a lion's head with crab powder sells for 12 coppers, which is not expensive in itself, but some people are willing to spend 5 silver coins to buy a restaurant number of lion's head!

This order number is valuable and can have a price, even its price can exceed the crab meal lion head itself!

If I, Bearpaw, and Brother Hyena went to the Wishing Restaurant every day to take a seat and get a number, and then sell the number to those who have money but don't want to wait too long...

The price doesn't need to be too high. I believe that if 20 coppers are used for a number, generally rich people are willing to pay.

Among the people who come to Wishing Restaurant to eat lion heads, there is no shortage of rich people.

Each person has a number per day, and will earn 18 silver coins a month!

Seems like a lot of money!

It's more profitable than being a mercenary hired by no one!

A rudimentary form of a promising money-making plan took shape in the chubby fox's chubby little head.

If Dorn, who promotes queuing to get a number, knows what the fat fox is thinking now, he will definitely jump up and applaud the thirteen-year-old boy——

You are a fucking talent!

I just came up with a number-taking system, you little bastard just wanted to be a scalper to get money!

The fat fox was still excited about the new money-making plan in his mind, but the bear paw sitting on the broken wooden barrel suddenly jumped up and touched the fat fox with his thick elbow.

"Look, Fat Fox, Brother Hyena is back."

At the entrance of the alley, a boy with a thin figure, also wearing rough leather armor, messy dirty red curly hair, and sharp eyes walked straight towards the two of them.

He is a hyena, a little younger than Bearpaw, but in this vagrant mercenary group composed of only three members, hyena is a well-deserved big brother.

"Do you know how much I made this time?" The hyena didn't hide the joy on his face when he saw his two little brothers, and grinned, revealing two sharp canine teeth.

The vagrant mercenary group only took over one business this month. It came from the patrol captain Albert of the town. The patrol captain hoped that someone could help him hunt an adult bristle boar.

And it just so happens that hyenas have a lot of hunting experience.

So, he spent three days searching in the hidden forest in the east, looking for traces of prey, and finally found a cave where a bristle boar was hiding.

Today is the day when the hyena takes Albert to the bristle boar cave to inspect the goods and pay the reward.

As for the hunting process, hyenas are not involved. The adult monster bristle boar is not so easy to deal with, even the old hunters will be afraid of it.

It is estimated that Captain Albert will do it himself tomorrow or the day after tomorrow after making sufficient preparations.

"Do you know how much he gave in the end? Five silver coins! One more than what was agreed in advance!"

The hyena discharged five silver coins on the broken wooden barrel, beaming with joy:

"Five silver coins! We'll have enough food for the next month! Huh? Wait a minute, what do you two mean by that expression? Tsk, something's wrong with you..."

Fat Fox and Bear Claw didn't say a word, they just looked at each other, and then smiled at their elder brother, with a stiff and awkward smile.

If Brother Hyena found out that the two of them just took a number at the Wishing Restaurant, sat for a while, and received five silver Gnars...would it hit him?