Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai - Chapter 580

Darry Pan

"Oh, it's swelling up nicely!"

　As I discussed earth magic with Baghdad, the time passed by quickly, and the fermenting seeds began to expand in the bowl.

　Do the finger test by putting flour on your finger. If the holes in the seeds don't close, the fermentation is successful.

　Remove the seeds from the bowl and press them on a counter to release the gas.

　Divide into eight equal portions, shape into balls for easy eating, and let rest again in the bowl.

　After about 15 minutes of resting time, roll the dough into round shapes with a rolling pin.

"Darry done?"

"Oh, is this enough?"

　Baghdad shows us the finished Darry.

　Perhaps because I had said that it would be stuffed inside bread, the ingredients were finer and had less moisture than regular dari.

"Thanks. It feels good."

"Are you going to wrap this in seeds?"

"Yeah, spoon in a generous amount of Darry and glue the stitches together."

　I demonstrated how to do it, and Baghdad followed suit and helped me out.

　Once you've managed to seal the seams, roll it in your hand and shape it into an oval.

　It's starting to take on a curry bun shape. It's cute, like an omelet rice.

　Once all the ingredients have been mixed in, dip them in milk and coat with breadcrumbs.

"I'll release the ice magic so that it can undergo secondary fermentation."

"...Do I have to?"

　Baghdad asks with sad eyes.

"I totally understand how you feel, but it's for the sake of making delicious food."

　I want to maintain this comfortable temperature too, but I don't have an oven or a proofing machine here, so I have to let it rise naturally.

　Cover the seeds with a damp cloth and leave them on a table out of direct sunlight.

"Fortunately, with the temperature here the second fermentation will finish quickly."

　After all, the room temperature during the day approaches 40 degrees even if you're not doing anything.

　The temperature is ideal for fermentation so it doesn't take long.

"...I'm already sweating."

"Me too."

　The problem is that the temperature is ideal for secondary fermentation, making it difficult for us.

　Once the cold air disappeared, the room, which had been cool a moment ago, became hot, as if I was in a sauna.

　The air in Lajelica tends to be dry, so the humidity is adjusted by spraying it with water magic.

　Add oil to the pot while the second fermentation is taking place.

"Oh, it looks like the second fermentation has been completed."

　When I checked the seeds as the oil was heating up, they had expanded by about one size.

　When I pressed it with my finger, it left a small mark. This was just right.

　I immediately cast ice magic, filling the kitchen with cold air.

"Haa~"

　It feels so good, like the sweat that's been slowly building up is disappearing.

　When the temperature of the oil reaches about 160 degrees, the second-fermented ingredients are slowly added.

"Are we going to fry it in oil from here?"

"That's right! Frying it makes it crispy on the outside and chewy on the inside, so it's delicious."

　After frying for about three minutes and flipping it over, the filling was a beautiful fox gold color.

"The colors look delicious."

"Yes."

　Flip it over with tongs and fry the other side for about three minutes and it's done.

"Done! Darrypan!"

"This looks pretty tasty."

"I'll call Rasha right away."

"Well, this has come at a good time, if I may say so myself."

　Just as I was about to go and call Rasha, Salva and Shanaria came in from the other side of the store. Their eyes were fixed on the freshly made dal bread.

"Salva-sama, how are you? I'm afraid we are just about to eat..."

“We have been able to reunite with our friends from far away. Let’s have a meal together and warm our friendship. It would be an honor for me, the second prince, to be able to dine with you.”

　This prince has exercised his power just to eat Daly bread. Is he really that desperate to eat it?

"Then I'll prepare one more person."

"Hey, hey! Where's my share!?"

"I'm just kidding. I'll prepare one for Shanlia too."

"...kid."

　Shanaria glared at me, probably realizing that she was being teased, but she still wanted to eat the Dally Bread and didn't complain any further.

　I left the preparation of the dal bread to Baghdad and called out to Rasha, who was tending the store.

"Rasha, lunch is ready, come on over."

"Come on... Lord Salva, Lord Shanaria, and Lord Baghdad are over there, right?"

"Well, yeah."

　Salva is the second prince of this country, and I hear that his bodyguard, Shanaria, is from a distinguished noble family.

　The only exception is Baghdad, who is not an aristocrat, but is revered as the guardian deity of the country and holds a special position in command of the soldiers.

　To the common people, all three of them must have seemed like people above the clouds.

　That said, I feel uneasy about isolating Rasha, who is also the homeowner, by himself while he is able to use the kitchen and living rooms as he pleases.

"I don't mind. Rasha, come here too."

"Ah, yes."

　While I was wondering what to do, Salva came over and beckoned Rasha over.

　If the royal family said so, the commoners had no right to refuse.

　Even though Rasha was stiff, she made her way into the inner room.

"...Al, I've arranged it on a plate, is it okay like this?"

　When we returned to the kitchen, Baghdad had prepared plates for everyone and was serving dari bread on them.

　Perhaps out of consideration for Salva being a member of royalty, they wrap the gift in paper to prevent his hands from getting dirty.

"Yup, perfect. Now let's share it with everyone and eat it."

　After making sure there were no problems, Baghdad and I headed to our room with the Dali Pan.

Should we add more tables and chairs?

　There is a table and chairs in this room, but there aren't enough chairs for five people to sit and eat, and the table isn't big enough.

"No, the floor will be fine. It's a proper culture to eat sitting on the floor in this country."

"Understood"

　In Jaisalmer and Rajarka too, many people were seen sitting on the floor eating.

　That is our culture, and if Salva, who holds the highest rank, says so, then there's no problem.

"Why can you talk normally with Salva-sama?"

　Rasha asked curiously, having seen the exchange between me and Salva.

"Hmm, because we're friends?"

　But Rasha just looked confused.

　To be honest, I don't have much connection with the royal family, and I'm not a citizen of Razul to begin with, so I don't really get how great Salva is. Even the way we met was quite unusual and frank, so it's difficult to draw a line between us now.

　Well, to be honest, I'm confident that even if I do something wrong I can always teleport away.

　I guess it's because of my fearless attitude that they feel so at ease.

　We sat down on the colorful carpet and each was served a dalli bread.

"Oh, so this is the food Al and Baghdad were making..."

"It's dally bread. It's bread stuffed with dally and deep-fried. Let me know what you think."

"Well then, let's do it this way."

　Salva lifts the dalli bread and takes a bite.

"--!? Wh, what is this!? It's insanely delicious! The rich flavor of Darry that spreads in your mouth and the crispy bread dough go together perfectly!"

"Every time you eat it, more Darry goes into your mouth, which seems to increase your appetite."

　As soon as Salva and Shanaria ate it, they exclaimed in amazement.

　They both seemed to really like it and ate it at an incredible speed.

"What is this? It's so delicious!"

　Although Rasha was nervous in front of such noble people, as soon as she tasted the dalli bread she let out a cry of surprise.

"How about Baghdad?"

　I asked Baghdad, who was taking his last bite as if savoring the taste.

"This is great Dally food."

"Thank you. I'm glad to hear that from Baghdad."

　If the tribe leader who developed and continues to improve Dally in this world thinks so, it gives me confidence that I've created something delicious.

"...Al, if you don't mind, would it be okay if I served this in the village? Of course, I'll pay for the recipe."

"I don't really care about the fee. Baghdad has taught me some other recipes that he uses to make Darry's dishes."

"I see. Thank you."

　Baghdad has given me the recipe for his original dali bread, which changes the proportions and types of spices used. These arrangements were only possible because Baghdad is skilled in handling spices and has been working with them for many years. Compared to the effort and value of that, I'm not sure if the dali bread I've recreated is worth it.

"...Al, I want to eat more."

"Oh well. I'll fry some more now, so please wait a bit."

　After all, Dali bread is best when it's freshly fried.

　The additional three disappeared in an instant.