Episode 208 Festival Night (3)
Bikir was frying vegetables and meat dressed as a witch.
Ingredients of limited quantity and quality.
However, the number of dishes that can be made with these combinations is infinite.
‘It’s a memory. These are the foods I ate a lot in the field.’
Bikir poured the biscuits into the milk, recalling the past before returning.
The longer the era of destruction, the longer the food ran out.
Most of the supplies transported to the front lines were burned and disappeared by the surprise attacks of the demons, and the small amount of items that barely arrived were stolen or embezzled by the upper management.
In the end, the things that fell into the hands of low-ranking officers and soldiers were withered or decayed.
For a while, the warriors on the front line had to save this extremely limited food as much as possible and eat it deliciously.
In the process, Bikir learned a lot from his comrades.
How to prepare inedible ingredients so that they can be eaten, what parts of poisonous vegetables should be removed, how to restore the freshness of meat that has lost its taste, how to make astringent or bitter and sour vegetables edible, excessive How to kill the individuality of spices that are so strong that people like or dislike them to create a universal taste, how to boil, how to cook, how to bake, how to steam, how to stir-fry… … .
Now, Bikir was making the most of his experience with limited space and limited ingredients.
‘A couple of simple side dishes would certainly be better than current chefs.’
Some of the signature menus prepared by veterans who have been on the battlefield for decades are more than enough to overwhelm most chefs.
Of course, this is possible because of the developed recipes of the preceding era and the taste of hands that have been working in the field for a long time.
‘The potatoes developed by the Morgue family have a strong earthy smell and are tasteless. In addition, the texture also seems to be chewing sand… … .’
However, Bikir cut the potatoes into small pieces, seasoned them with salt and vinegar, and put the leaves of the mandrake and the fruit of the sabik tree in a wok and roasted them over high heat.
‘In this way, the earthy smell is completely removed and the sugar content and texture are revived.’
Come to think of it, I had once trimmed potatoes like this before.
‘You don’t have anything like this in your house, do you?’
In an instant, a face flickered in front of Bikir’s eyes and disappeared.
“… … .”
He was staring at me with teary eyes.
‘hey. Do you want to come over to my house and cook? I’ll live with you.’
‘Come to think of it, when are you going to enter the academy? let me fit I think I’ll probably go in early for a year or two. It would be so much fun if we were in first grade together… … .’
And, as if it were natural, a child who was planning a future for the two of them to stick together.
‘… … Where are you and what are you doing now?’
Bikir briefly thought to himself.
And he himself was surprised.
I think I still had time to think of others.
‘Did I have this sensibility?’
Bikir shook his head and brushed off all the thoughts he was chewing on.
And again, I focused on the small reality.
‘There will be a day to meet soon.’
It’s also a good way to diligently play with your hands when you have thoughts.
Charleuk-
Stir-fry the chicken and potatoes and pour the red soup seasoning over them.
In the age of destruction, this nameless menu, which frontline mercenaries used to eat by sitting on demon corpses, was created in the academy’s festival bar back in an era and became a very popular new menu.
“… … .”
Bikir turned his head while holding the wok.
On the table outside the kitchen, you can see people having drinks and snacks.
Delicious food makes people happy. Everyone was eating Bikir’s food with bright faces.
‘… … It was like that then too. My now-dead comrades also enjoyed my cooking.’
The person who makes it, the person who eats it, and the scenery that is enjoyed are the result of a drastic change, but the taste alone transcends the times.
And although it’s a little different… … Dead comrades are also still alive in this era.
The friends who ate rough food together and crossed the rough dead line together are still alive with young and innocent faces.
back-
Bikir strained the hand holding the wok.
For them, I had to do my best to live today, in the present moment.
Kill more demons, cross more lines, and become stronger.
With such a resolution and a sense of mission, Bikir was engrossed in the cooking in front of him.
With the determination to throw away personal thoughts and to take care of each and every little thing in front of me with certainty.
Meanwhile.
“… … .”
Dolores was staring blankly at Bikir in the kitchen.
“… … Wow.”
Even if you hold it in, your lips will naturally part. It is truly an admirable look.
I used to think of myself as the type to look inward rather than outward… … But that didn’t mean he didn’t look at the outside at all.
The reason she had never been seduced by a man’s face was not because she was the type who didn’t value faces, it was just that she had never seen a face that was truly tempting.
Dolores only now realizes the momentous fact.
“Ah, such a face and such a disrespectful outfit. All in all, why a witch… … .”
After belatedly coming to her senses, she tried to look away.
Witches are the antithesis of saints, so it was only natural that Dolores would be repulsed by that outfit.
However, the opinions of the other female students standing behind her are slightly different.
“… … You are so damn handsome.”
The sound of the heart that comes out without filtering.
Dolores was startled to think that she had spoken her mind, but it was not.
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When I turn my head, I notice a group of female students who have not been able to enter the crowded pub and have flocked to the fence outside to watch the kitchen.
Most of them were wearing zombie cosplay, so the scenery was quite end-of-the-century.
“How can a man be so pretty! This is a scam!”
“Bikir! I long for you! Please take a look around here! please! Don’t just talk! This is steamed ten!”
“Ah, really, I don’t think Bikir will do all of the Grand Prize in the category of decadent beauty at this year’s Class of 20’s Golden s*x Festival. Do you remember that I made soup with gomguk because I became a crucible of tears from the audience?”
“All the living beings united in the s*xiness of the real world looked at our Bikir’s breathless figure, stepped back and exited, and then disappeared all the way to the outside of the empire, so they all became savages~ It can’t be helped. Bikir is responsible for this. Let’s eat all the s*xy Bikir who has disappeared in this world except himself. ha really… … .”
“Ul Bikire is so s*xy that he hit all the walls and then broke down the old border wall during the Warring States period with his fist to unify the country. Can he win the Imperial Peace Prize? Cheap!”
“Hey wait a minute. When I asked for a person who thought Bikir was s*xy, the empire was folded in half and I high-fived my friend from the northern Varangian.”
Crowds dressed as zombies swarmed around the perimeter of the tavern’s fence to see one of the vikir.
Wanting to approach the kitchen, the image of him clinging to the fence and shaking the fence post is like an apocalypse itself.
“Yah, sales are exploding!”
“Brother is the best!”
Tudor and Sinclair excitedly began handing out numbers to guests outside the fence.
Despite adding zeros to the food prices on the menu, Bikir’s food sells like hot cakes.
Most of the customers were young ladies from aristocrats, so they did not hesitate to open their wallets despite the high prices.
“Uh!? Look at this guys! Another new menu is out! How did you make such a delicious snack with leftover ingredients? what’s the name of this what? doesn’t exist? Did you just make it in moderation with the leftovers? Let’s put this on the menu as soon as possible! Bikir’s special new menu launch!”
So many male customers who were attracted by Bikir’s appearance came and revealed that Bikir was actually a man, and this time the number of female customers began to explode.
Moreover, surprisingly, the number of male customers did not decrease at all, but rather increased.
“Oh hey, look at a lot of men. Men will do it as long as they are pretty~”
“hey! Jackpot case! He’s a man!”
“It was enough as long as it was really pretty~”
“It’s all about women as long as they are pretty! Kyaaak!”
“Did there be a kid like that at our school?”
“He’s a freshman in the Cold Weapons Donation. Colosseo Naphtalinam is very famous~”
“I heard that this is a good restaurant.”
“Please take my order! I’ll pay for the meal here in advance. Oh, and would you mind putting away the alcohol and food, since they get in the way of appreciation?”
clumsily. Professors and students form a huge crowd.
“Hey, Bikir-kun? I’m sorry I’m busy, but can you add toppings? And I want to try the new menu that was just added.”
Even Professor Banshee was sitting at one of the tables, constantly ordering more.
Right then.
Bianca, who had finished promoting, came into the kitchen.
When she saw Bikir holding the pot and ladle, she cried out in surprise.
“what? why are you in the kitchen Hurry up and get out! Why are you rotting that face in the kitchen!?”
When Bikir heard that, he nodded and let go of the ladle.
right at that moment.
“no! Without Bikir’s touch, the kitchen is doomed!”
Tudor jumps out and dries Bikir.
Before long, Tudor, the kitchen worker, and Bianca, the solicitor, started fighting.
“Bikir is an essential talent in the kitchen! Don’t take it carelessly! How many lonely gourmets have fallen in love with the taste of Bikir right now!”
“Are you kidding me? Stewed with that perfect witch costume? As long as that beauty goes outside, the sales are good!”
Then, behind Tudor, students from the kitchen group, and students from the tout group gathered behind Bianca and started fighting.
“Never ignore the kitchen!”
“The flower of the festival is the solicitor!”
The students of both positions, led by Tudor and Bianca, began to fight fiercely over Bikir’s future.
Right then.
“You can’t fight.”
There was one person who pulled up and hugged Bikir.
Moment.
“?”
Bikir’s expression turned slightly dazed.
familiar face.
… … Why is this person, who should be in the distant western edge, now here in the ecliptic?
