Save the Starving Frontier! The “Buyer” of the Reversed Chastity World - 25

Chapter 25: Let’s Start Cooking!

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The gathering to butcher and cook the magical beasts hunted by the female adventurers had begun. Using several folding tables, butchers and guild staff dismantled the magical beasts.

Next to them, a group of cooks stood ready in front of stoves and pots. The vegetables and seasonings had already been provided. It seemed they had decided the menu after seeing the beasts, since I had handed out the ingredients beforehand as instructed.

Unlike the Internet Market, there was a limit to how many dishes could be made, so a crowd had formed on the main street. People lined up so as not to block pedestrians, eagerly waiting for magical beast dishes they hadn’t tasted in a long time.

It really was like a small festival. With masterful skill, the magical beasts were butchered one after another. Bears, giant drum-can-sized boars, and enormous turtles with shells that looked like iron were turned into meat.

“Pass it over here! I’ll cook it up one after another!”

The women cooks immediately began preparing the butchered meat. So, in this world, they didn’t age meat. Even so, it tasted good, which meant the meat quality of magical beasts here was far superior.

“Stewing Iron Turtle takes a bit of time, you know. You’ll have to be patient.”

Stewed turtle meat, huh. Like snapping turtle? I purchased a pot and told them to transfer the contents into it. It was a pressure cooker.

“This pot fixes the lid at this part here and keeps the steam from escaping. It cooks incredibly quickly. There’s a trick to removing the lid, so I’ll show you.”

The cook, half-skeptical—or more like not really understanding—followed my instructions. As it boiled on the stove, the pressure pin on the pot began to rise. Normally turtle stew took about half a day, so I suggested they give it thirty minutes.

Meanwhile, the other dishes were being finished. To remove the gaminess of bear and boar meat, I had prepared garlic and ginger. They accepted it easily since herbs were already used for deodorizing in a similar way. Grilled meat and wine sautés were plated one after another and lined up on the tables.

The gathered townsfolk cheered with joy—“Yes!”—as they grabbed plates of magical beast cuisine they hadn’t tasted in ages. This was completely a food festival. A wonderful sight to behold.

Time passed, and it was time to open the pressure cooker.

“I’ll release the pressure now. If this pin is still raised, it means the inside is packed with steam, and opening the lid would make it explode. So we let the steam out first.”

What I prepared was cold water. I produced chilled mineral water, lifted the pot off the stove, and poured it over. The heated pot hissed with a “jwoo” as the pressure pin sank down. I set it back on the stove.

“Now that the pin is down, it’s safe. Go ahead and open the lid and taste it.”

One of the female cooks cautiously disengaged the lock and lifted the heavy lid. She looked inside—and cried out in delight.

“Amazing! I can tell just by looking, the Iron Turtle meat has become wonderfully tender!”

Tasting it, it seemed perfectly stewed. Well, we had cooked it for nearly forty minutes, about twice as long as pork belly stew.

“Here it is—stewed Iron Turtle! Freshly made, tender, first-class quality!”

I tried a sample too, taking a paper plate. Like snapping turtle, it was gelatinous, yet despite the dense muscle fibers it fell apart easily and melted in my mouth. Delicious. The meat in this other world was incredible.

“Ni-Nii-san! Can this pot be used again!?”

“Yeah, you can use it as many times as you like. Just absolutely never forget to release the pressure before opening the lid.”

Hearing that, the cook transferred the contents back into a normal pot and immediately started a second batch in the now-empty pressure cooker. The townsfolk, thrilled to hear they could eat plenty of Iron Turtle stew, erupted in cheers.

Apparently, because it took so long to prepare, it wasn’t a dish eaten often. Today, they had planned to serve it last, as the main dish.

Since they asked if boar stew could also be made easily, I provided another pressure cooker.

Now they could enjoy stewed dishes in a fraction of the time. Not just the residents—the cooks themselves were overjoyed with the pressure cookers.

Just be careful before taking the lid off. You could get hurt if you mess it up.

“All right, Fang Boar stew is ready! First come, first served!”

I got a plate and tried it. The stewing time was half that of the turtle, and the flavor resembled Western-style braised pork. The herbs and ginger added great depth, and the salt and butter gave it a delicious finish.

“I’ve never eaten boar this tender! It melts in my mouth!”

“Usually we don’t have the time to stew it this soft. This pot is amazing!”

It was a huge hit. One cook who had been making bear steaks decided he wanted to try a wine-braised bear dish too, since he could stew it quickly. I purchased a third pressure cooker.

Since they said they wanted to use it at their tavern as well, I told them they could take it home after the event. But I also warned them, if they didn’t release the steam before opening the lid, the pot could break.

Hearing that, everyone nodded seriously, vowing never to make that blunder.

“Here’s Terrible Bear wine stew! Get it while it lasts!”

The bear stew, simmered with garlic, wine, and herbs, had no trace of gaminess, and the meat was tender and rich. The fat content and the way it melted surpassed even the boar. On Earth, bear meat wasn’t that good, but this Terrible Bear stew was delicious!

Otherworld meat was the best. Honestly, it tasted better than the meat I bought at the Internet Market.

The taro and turnips stewed together with it had absorbed the meat juices and fat, turning meltingly tender. This kind of rich stew was something you could rarely taste at restaurants in Japan. Chain restaurants couldn’t serve stewed dishes quickly, after all. This was a flavor you could only enjoy in homemade cooking.

Just being able to eat this kind of dish to my heart’s content made me glad I had come to another world. It was all thanks to the “Purchase” cheat. Who would have thought I’d get to eat pressure-cooker stews in another world!

Feeling good, I purchased wine and beer. No way was I eating something this delicious without alcohol!

Seeing that, the townsfolk also started clamoring for drinks.

“Drink up, drink up—but no brawls, all right?”

Since the cooks already knew the taste of the wine I had provided as seasoning, they came to beg for drinks too. I produced as much as they wanted and let them drink freely.

It was a festival now. In this famine-stricken town, today was the day “cuisine” was revived!

“Drink as you like! There’ll be more and more food coming!”

Hearing the commotion, even residents from other districts gathered, and the entire town joined in the festival. Everyone ate heartily and drank heartily. Children who couldn’t drink alcohol raised their juice high and toasted.

Delicious food really did give people strength!

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