Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating - Chapter 51

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

Chapter 51   Gyoza and Suinton

Wednesday.

I Wake up leisurely in the morning.

“Ed, I’m hungry.”

“Yeah, okay, Minya.”

“Nya, Ed, good morning.”

“Minya, good morning.”

After enduring Minya’s relentless attacks for food preferences, she finally gets up.

Today, the outside is still quiet.

I realize that the battle of Ed’s poop’s visits for the past week has finally ended.

Lately, there have been noises heard in the morning.

Everyone is waking up unnecessarily early.

“Let’s have gyoza for breakfast.”

“Gyoza?”

“Yeah.”

The wheat flour has already been purchased.

Knead the wheat flour with water and shape it into balls.

While letting it rest for a while, prepare the filling.

Finely chop the wild boar meat, being careful not to make it too fine. It’s important to leave some texture for a satisfying bite.

Add green onions, onions, dandelion greens, a small amount of ginger, and salt to the filling.

Mix the ingredients well.

Take a portion of the wheat dough, tear it off, and shape it into a round disc. Flatten it to make the gyoza wrapper.

Place an appropriate amount of filling on the wrapper and start folding it.

Then, create gyoza-like pleats and voila, one gyoza is complete.

“What’s this? It has an interesting shape.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Minya, hey, I have an idea. Could you call Lania? We haven’t seen her yet.”

“Sure thing.”

Our houses are nearby, so it should be fine, probably.

I feel slightly uneasy about sending Minya alone, but it’s after sunrise, and the security isn’t that bad.

Over a year ago, there were cases of kidnappings for slavery purposes, but that’s no longer the case.

During our recent battle with the boars, we leveled up three times.

I can’t remember our exact levels, but I believe we’re stronger than the average weaklings around here.

Minya is the same.

As I ponder various things, I continue making gyoza.

“Alright, time to cook them.”

I add water to a pot and steam the gyoza, aiming for a finish between steamed and pan-fried.

“Gid-san, how is it?”

“It somewhat reminds me of a dish I had in the past. I believe it was a high-class cuisine.”

“Are you of such status?”

“Well, um, yeah, it’s from a long time ago.”

“I see.”

Gid-san and the others must be nobles or something.

When it comes to elven nobility, they belong to the super upper class.

I wonder why someone like him ended up in the lowest slums and such.

“I’m home!”

“Welcome back.”

“Sorry for intruding.”

Lania has arrived.

Her bright blue hair shines beautifully even in the morning.

Her smile is dazzling.

The fact that this smile is directed at me makes my heart skip a beat.

“What’s the matter, Ed?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“Hehe.”

“Nya.”

Both of them are so adorable, I feel lucky.

“Here, the gyoza is ready.”

“What’s this?”

“It has an interesting shape.”

We all sit down on the ground in a circle.

“We give thanks to Raffalier-sama. Let’s eat.”

“Let’s eat!”

I scoop up a gyoza with a spoon and put it in my mouth.

Mmm…

Since we don’t have soy sauce, the sauce is made with salt, olive oil, and herbs, but it’s surprisingly delicious.

The harmony of meat juices, meat flavors, and vegetables overflows from the inside.

“So delicious!”

“It’s delicious.”

Both of them are completely satisfied.

On the other side, Gid-san and Melun-san are also delighted.

I’m glad I remembered that we can do various things with just flour.

I used to think that flour was only for making bread or pasta, but it turns out we can make gyoza too.

Today, we won’t be going out and instead focus on making spoons at home, taking it as a break.

I’ll have Minya and Lania make baskets.

When there are no patients for treatment, Melun also makes baskets.

Once everyone starts concentrating, the only sound in the room is the sound of work.

I quite like this atmosphere.

Craftsmanship, or rather, manual labor, is a major industry in this world, and I feel a sense of fantasy and romance knowing that it supports the world.

I have a certain admiration for blacksmithing and such, although I don’t know if I could actually do it.

Well, it’s lunchtime now.

“Then let’s have soup for lunch. It’s called ‘suiton’.”

“Suiton?”

“Yes.”

Minya repeated the unfamiliar word, but it didn’t seem to click with her.

I make a soup with a broth of salt, mushrooms, and vegetables. Then, I take pieces of dough made by mixing flour and water, shape them into bite-sized dumplings, and add them to the soup.

“So this is suiton?”

“It’s interesting.”

“Yeah.”

The suiton made of wheat flour is added to the soup, making it look rich in ingredients. Our soup has been rich in ingredients since before, but it’s a matter of personal preference.

“Hmm.”

Minya responds with a vague expression, leaving me unsure if she’s interested or not.

“Let’s eat.”

We enjoy our lunch.

“It’s chewy and delicious.”

“Yes, this is called ‘suiton.'”

The two of us savor the chewy suiton, thoroughly chewing each bite. Despite being made simply by kneading wheat flour, it’s cooked to the perfect tenderness, making it delicious.

It’s different from bread or pasta. While it bears some resemblance to gyoza wrappers, suiton itself serves as the main ingredient.

“It’s nice to have something like this.”

Minya expresses her genuine opinion. Apart from beans, having a staple food other than that feels quite refreshing to us.

On that day, gyoza and suiton, both made with wheat flour, joined our dining table. We wasted no time using the flour we obtained.

In this way, our culinary experiences became a little richer. We did it.

In the afternoon, we continue making spoons.

We strive to achieve clean and precise carvings with minimal effort. We are still novices when it comes to this work, but we are determined to do our best.

There is still an abundance of branches we collected as materials.