Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating - Chapter 71

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

Chapter 71   Pizza

I discovered that the newly installed magical stove in our new home actually has an oven below.

“Oh, there’s an oven!”

“Yes, indeed,” Melun-san calmly responds.

This is important.

Now we can bake bread too.

I often hear stories about people being praised for making white bread, but in this world, high-quality bread is originally white bread.

White bread sounds like white underwear, doesn’t it? So, black bread must be black underwear. Well, that makes sense.

As we mentioned before, in this world, girls wear white panties, while boys wear trunks.

Anyway, that aside…

We can make bread, croissants, cookies, and even pizza, you know?

By the way, we bake the cookies for the café in a frying pan.

I want to eat pizza.

Pizza, I want to eat it.

Oh, we don’t have any cheese.

Quickly, let’s go to the Adventurers Guild.

For some reason, the Adventurers Guild has almost everything except vegetables, so let’s ask there.

“We have it, Minya-sama. Cheese. However, the cheese we handle at the guild is for commercial purposes, so it’s sold in whole pieces, and one piece costs a gold coin.”

By “whole,” they mean those enormous cheeses.

When they showed me the actual thing, oh my, it’s huge.

“One gold coin, huh? I guess I have no choice but to buy it.”

“You’re going to buy it? That’s amazing.”

Speaking of irrelevant topics, I remember a discussion about feeling awkward when someone says, “I’ll take exactly [the amount of money]” when the price is precise. The argument is that “taking” implies giving change, so it sounds strange to say “exactly.”

As for me? Honestly, I don’t mind either way. As long as the response is polite and sincere.

Although Japan and the language may differ, since we all do the same things in this continent’s common language, we face the same problems.

“Oh, excuse me. Can I ask for one more thing? I want some vinegar.”

“Ah, sure. Vinegar, right? We have it.”

Vinegar cost a silver coin.

It’s a bit expensive compared to other items.

It seems to be treated on par with alcohol.

Vinegar is like vinegar, but we use it quite a lot.

While vinegar-based dishes are popular, first comes mayonnaise, and then there’s the robust ketchup.

I think I previously referred to homemade ketchup as a tomato sauce substitute.

That’s right. Ketchup tastes different without vinegar.

And adding a little sugar to the vinegar enhances the flavor.

This time, I used sugar and black pepper as well.

“Ta-da! So, here’s the improved ketchup.”

“Wow!”

“Taste it! Taste it!”

As they persistently request, I offer the ketchup I scooped up with my fingertip to Minya.

Chomp

Minya starts sucking on my index finger.

Suck, suck

Lick, lick, lick

Hmm, watching her suck on my finger like that makes me feel a strange awakening.

“Oh, oh, I want some too, nya!”

Ciel jumps up and down, expressing her desire.

“Refill! Just a little more!”

With that, I dip ketchup on my right and left index fingers and try a double finger suck.

It feels like I’ve become a ranch owner, raising calves.

The girls suck on my left and right fingers, making me feel slightly uneasy.

It looks even more convincing when I let the ketchup drip a bit from above and they desperately suck it.

Wait a minute.

Even though they’ve already licked off all the ketchup, they’re still licking, licking, and sucking, as if they can’t get enough.

“Is my finger really that tasty?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of addictive.”

“I can’t seem to stop, nya.”

“Oh, um…”

The two of them blushed, perhaps realizing their own actions.

It’s somehow adorable.

Lania? If it were Lania-chan, she would be blushing and looking away over there.

Let’s wash our hands and start fresh.

Now that the ketchup is ready, it’s time to work on the dough.

Combine the flour and water, shaping it into a ball and then gradually flattening it out.

I’m no pro, so I won’t be doing any fancy levitation tricks.

I’ll diligently use a makeshift rolling pin made from a branch I found.

“It, it’s amazing! It got so big!”

Please don’t misunderstand my words.

The pizza dough gradually formed into a round, larger shape.

Once it reached about 30 centimeters, I thinly spread tomato ketchup on it.

Then, I topped it with thinly sliced “pork” (wild boar meat), tomatoes, spinach, dandelion greens, and basil. The vegetables were gathered from the surroundings.

Reluctantly, I cut the high-quality cheese, sliced it, and placed it on top.

“There you go, pizza preparation complete.”

“Wow, it looks delicious.”

“It looks delicious, nya.”

“But we’re not going to eat it just like this.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“We need to bake it in the oven.”

Oh, I almost forgot about preheating.

Although it’s a magical oven, it’s still good to preheat it for a few minutes.

I flicked the switch and waited a little while.

“Alright, preheating is complete.”

I place the pizza in the oven.

It rests on an iron tray as I slide it inside.

This oven doesn’t have a glass window, so I can’t see inside.

There are flames on the left and right, with an exhaust vent at the back.

Now it’s a battle against time.

I wonder how long it will take to bake?

A few minutes have passed. How does it look?

I’ll take it out for a moment.

“It needs a little more time, I think.”

It’s not burnt yet.

The cheese has melted halfway.

A few more minutes should do it.

“Good, good, good.”

“Wow, the aroma is amazing. It looks delicious.”

“Yes. The cheese has melted, and the edges are just about to turn golden. It smells incredibly good.”

“Alright, it’s done.”

Today, Minya, Lania, and Ciel are all here.

“Thank you, Raffalier-sama. Let’s dig in!”

“Ouch, it’s hot.”

“Mmm, delicious, so tasty.”

“It’s really good.”

“It’s yummy, meow.”

We enjoyed the hot pizza with satisfied expressions.

Yes, this is it. It turned out even better than expected, and I’m feeling quite content.

I’m delighted to have such a tasty pizza.

I would love to serve it in my shop, but the tomatoes used were foraged. If I were to serve it commercially, I would have to use store-bought tomatoes, which, along with the cost of cheese, would make it a high-end product. It’s a painful divergence from the concept of my affordable tea shop.

For now, I’ll put it on hold.

At least we can enjoy it occasionally at home.