Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating - Chapter 140

Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating

Chapter 140   Soy-sauce Ramen

Through the art of soy sauce and miso production, the introduction of miso soup was pioneered.

Occasionally, it is sipped as an alternative to regular soup.

However, soups in this world often lean towards a hearty stew-like concoction, laden with a variety of ingredients, unlike the simplicity of miso soup which tends to be paired with rice and side dishes – perhaps a reflection of the Japanese dining sensibility.

And so, there was a particular menu that I earnestly desired to include soy sauce in.

That menu item was none other than “Soy Sauce Ramen.”

Miso and salt-based ramen have their merits, too. Even though salt-based broths might involve chicken essence, similar to the way dashi takes precedence, there was an unrelenting craving for soy sauce-infused ramen.

I pondered the challenge at hand.

Initially, the world here lacked an equivalent to bonito flakes – that quintessential Japanese ingredient. While there exists something similar to salted and dried bonito, akin to salted preserved mackerel in Japan, think of it as the dried fish counterpart.

To address this, I placed an order with a merchant who frequently travels between the capital city and the town of Triese for this bonito-like ingredient, and my awaited shipment has finally arrived.

“Hehe, salted preserved mackerel!”

“Ed, you’ve got a peculiar expression.”

He knows I’m grinning mischievously.

Minya finds it amusing and peeks at my face.

Crafted from the essence of salted preserved mackerel and wolf bones.

“What could it be~ What could it be~♪”

Minya bursts into song, unable to contain her excitement.

Everyone, wearing bright smiles, watches and waits.

There’s no bamboo shoot.

As for the chashu, I attempted to make it by simmering wolf meat in soy sauce, and surprisingly, it turned out quite authentic for a first attempt, leaving me satisfied.

Seaweed.

Do you recall? There was some sheet seaweed made from river algae left.

Leeks are on hand.

As I’m rather fond of a generous amount of leeks, I’ve added plenty.

Since cutting them thinly is quite a task, I had the maid lend a hand.

Now that the stockpot of broth is ready, I transfer it to bowls, add soy sauce, and complete the soup.

The noodles are dry ones, originally meant for pasta but boiling thin noodles slightly longer gives them a ramen-like firmness, making them a suitable substitute.

Though I think curly noodles might have been preferred over straight ones, we’ll have to make do with what’s available.

And now, the noodles are cooked.

I place the noodles into the soup.

It already looks quite like ramen. I add the sliced chashu and ample leeks, garnish with seaweed, and voila, it’s done.

I demonstrate the process, and then have the maid assist.

I’m guiding everyone through this.

“How’s this?”

“What is this?”

“Hahaha, this is a dish called ramen.”

“Ramen!”

“Ramen, you say?”

“Ramen, myao!”

I’m sure none of them have heard of it before. Naturally.

This was the very moment when ramen made its explosive debut in this world.

“Thanks to Raffalier-sama, let’s dig in.”

“Bon appétit!”

“Bon appétit!”

Sometimes, it’s simple, but it’s important to express gratitude to the gods.

Observing everyone’s reactions, I take a spoonful of the translucent reddish-brown liquid and take a sip.

“Delicious!”

“It’s so tasty.”

“Yummy, so yummy, myaau, myauu.”

Ciel seems really surprised, and the other kids have wide-eyed expressions too.

The combination of the broth and soy sauce has created an incredibly delicious soup.

Now it’s time to slurp the noodles.

I ended up bringing chopsticks, unable to resist, and without me noticing, everyone began to imitate and use them as well.

So, everyone is using chopsticks.

“It’s tasty.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Myaau, myaau.”

They’re still struggling a bit with the chopsticks, but they manage to eat. The synergy between the wheat noodles and the soup in this ramen is irresistibly delicious.

This time, I won’t mention that I’ll be making a visit to Lady Eleanor in Trieste for this. I’ll keep it quiet.

If I can serve this next time I come, I might consider doing so.

Nom, nom.

With more noodles than just a regular soup, our bellies are getting full.

Everyone is eating earnestly, and now they’re patting their satisfied tummies.

“It won’t fit anymore, myaau.”

The food-loving fairies had completely transformed into round-bellied fairies.

This is cute in its own way, but it’s hard to put into words.

Even though it’s mini ramen, there’s enough for the maidens too, so we’re all sampling the ramen little by little.

“Well, it’s incredibly delicious.”

“Ed-sama, you often come up with strange things, but this is delicious.”

It was well received, just like that.

This time, we succeeded without a hitch. Ideally, I’d like to have it once every two weeks or so.

It might be a challenge, but it could be interesting to attempt pork bone or miso ramen as well.

I’m also curious about a richly topped pork ramen with plenty of fat.

Even Minya and the others are enjoying the delicious food, and their cheeks are becoming quite plump.

They used to be so skinny that their bones seemed about to protrude, but there has been considerable improvement.

They haven’t become chubby to the point of bulging bellies yet.

During their growth period, it seems they’re gradually getting taller.

While little kids are adorable, I also want to witness their transformation into beautiful young ladies.

Now, let’s wish for a better dietary life and recite the Earth’s mantra— Aーmeーhmm.