Dad is back with a pile of sugarcane, his weapons, armour, tools. All of them looks so heavy. Yet, he still ran back like zero weight. I really don't feel like training for that.
Even in alternate world, guys will be guys. Filled with endless curiosity and wanting to do something just for doing something. I asked my dad to crush the sugarcane and keep whatever liquid available to a pail. I expect him to use a hammer. He.. He just squeezed the canes like a sponge in my world. Looking at my dad's grip, looking at mum again.. heh.
In this world, people thinks that the larger fire the better. While it holds true for my chinese cooking. I don't want my sugarcane juice to get charred. I just made a small fire and slowly stirred my mixture. Dad looks at me with disgust: heh
Mum immediately starts to prepare dinner as soon as we got back. Cooking wise, she has more experience and smelled something never before. She thinks I am cooking poison since it is greenish water. Mum: heh?
I have to ensure to both of them it is nothing poisonous by eating a bit of these now thicker goo. I tasted it while stirring. The thicker it gets the better. As expected, dad is the one who first pounced up and wanting to have a taste. It is just a plain, violent surge of sweetness. This is no sensation a bowl of rice or under-seasoned meat broth can provide. Mum is still hesitating, thinking the poison effects are delayed. Good thinking, but I had the answer sheet.
Tomorrow's mission for dad: more sugarcane. We both guys decided without even making a sound.
Heading to our storage, I took a piece of meat and applied my goo creation which is currently dubbed as poison. I cooked the meat with my small fire. This is definitely going to be better than just plain water boiled meat or plain fire cooked meat.
The next say, dad happily went out excited. He definitely wants to try doing it with big fire. Sorry dad, you be disappointed. At least learn cooking from your wife or something.
Me alone with mum, she does chores, I continue my project phase two. Separating the mixture of rice and wheat. I just wanted wheat. Fortunately for me, no stirring is made. One whole chunk of wheat and the other chunk is rice. Quite a simple task for a whole day. But I only needed half. I be using that hammer to crush that wheat. No, I dont have the luxury to be making what type of flour. But this thing is just too hard. Guess I will involve mum to this.
"Don't waste food!" Mum told me off. But agreed after convincing to eat those crushed food.
I sneaked some of the yeast mixture out.
Some flour, slowly adding water till a dough i likes, sugar, the yeast. Mix mix mix. What mum saw is me playing with food now shaped as clay. She smiled evilly expecting me to eat mud like sticky stuff. I will leave it under the sun as continue to make more goo. What I heard was mum tried some goo yesterday and found it tasty too. My parents probably had more fun last night. Explaining my dad's mood today. Heh.
Mum finished cooking. So I got permission to use the fire. Split into smaller sizes. I used the fire intended for night warmth. Mum is watching me use the fire so the place doesn't get burnt down. Some time later, i can see my dough grow. Mum is surprised on how food gets bigger in size. But well, the food didn't gain extra calories. Not telling that to mum. Not much flour is prepared in the first place, so i only got 4 pieces of bread. One we ate it with the sugarcane goo. The other, on my suggestion, dipped on the flavourless chicken stew. The stew is much easier to down. Dad? We didn't leave any for him. I spend my free time on wheat vs flour again. I wanted cream, but that is going to take more sugar. So i am waiting for tomorrow. Meanwhile, i make flour.
"Oh, by the way, mum. May I have those bones to play around with tomorrow?" Mum refused. She would rather trash it and give me fresher ones tomorrow. At least it doesn't smell. We kept quiet on what I called bread. No one in the common family made one before. It most likely is unavailable even for royalties. From what we observe on nobody cares on what is sugarcane.
If royalties knew about sugarcanes, no way they would keep quiet and it outgrow right outside the gates. If they don't have what I called sugar, no way they could make bread on my level. Unless they used honey. If it is known amongst royals.
The more pressing question is, this can lead to a topic on new food source. Once can gain enough energy if lots of canes are cut. In my encyclopaedia, there was a folklore on people surviving with just sugarcane. We wouldn't trust with the guy stationed here on such high level topic, but capital is not here.
I could've gotten more stuff if I went out…
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The next day, mum and I went out to clear "trash" for free. As expected, the most expensive price people paid are usually what is labelled "free". Dad went out to the forest again. Voices and gossips are everywhere, some part of city can smell burnt wheat. But no one saw any farm burning. Strange.
"ARRIVAL OF THE THIRD PRINCESS MARIA ALEXANDER"
Everyone is law obliged to kneel until she passed by. But wow, nice timing. It is okay if it is not the king himself. He IS definitely a busy guy. But someone like a princess, a king should have some time for her. From what I heard from mum, royal bloodlines do visit cities for various reasons. Tax collecting and understanding the voice of their people. It is a perfect chance to shoot our research directly to the kingdom.
For early noon, there won't be enough trash and businesses are still busy. Mum had a different purpose than me: she is looking for kids at my age to become playmates. She is kind of worried since kids usually run around and play with sticks, acting hero, playing family. But here, this guy played with fire, smashed log juice, food and even trash.
It is definitely improper to show up at someone's place full of trash. We went back home to pick up some goo and sugarcane sticks. Showed up on her highness residence. Requesting an audience. Used one of her knights to hammer….squeeze the logs. And live cooking show and eating goo. It smells good at least. And I told them to only use small fire and stir. No way I am showing them bread. It might be too much for them to handle. I will just leave it as making meat more tender. And it can be eaten on its own.
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Late afternoon, time for free labor. I went up to the butcher offering to throw her stash of trash. What an obedient young one. She gave me a chance to perform.
Bone broth, here i come.
I built 2 fireplace outside home. One for bone broth, the other is intended as spare.
I will mix my dough and let it sit first. Next topic: Today, I shall stir those fresh milk so hard it separates me butter. It is easy process. Any muscle heads in this world could do it. Playing with food again. Mum, looks at me with disgust : heh.
The is, until I uncovered my plaything for the day. Showing here a blob of yellow slippery curd. I requested her to apply some of these on meat for cooking later. I stuffed 2 small blobs into the dough. Threw a smaller block on the broth. Nice. Soup is only soup when it actually have oil. I looked at my meatless bone broth.
Using the other fire, i cooked fresh milk with the leftover butter, sugar. Stirring. And yes. Cream. Please don't execute me for being too knowledgeable.