The world is rich in living resources, as long as people willing to work are very full, but the food is not so particular, especially in such caravans, usually we eat two kinds of food, one is black wheat ground into powder and baked black bread, mixed with a little salt, it is very rough to eat, but you will find that the wheat is very sweet. Each brown loaf will be the size of a washbasin. This kind of bread can be stored for months without going bad. The other is the use of barley flour, spread on a hot SLATE to bake into a cake, very hard, such a cake must be hammered into a large bowl, poured on the top of a large spoon of thick beef jerky soup. It keeps me full. The caravan usually brought this bread, wheat bread, and some marinated and dried beef, and occasionally we would be late for the fresh meat of wild animals that the adventure group had hunted, but that was very rare, for such a large caravan of six hundred people, hunting one or two goats or white deer was not enough for a dozen people.
Kuz swam back now to help me catch the leather saddle Fred had removed from the Thunderrhino, saying cheerfully: "Jijia, this is very close to my hometown in the Pai grassland, there should be a lot of delicious food in the big grassland there, the early spring season should be the most delicious guinea pigs, they stay in the hole in the ground all winter, eating only grass seeds and roots, the intestines are clean, the meat is the most delicious, we will catch some of them to stew yam."
Young orcs are usually very wary of humans, and almost all Orcs think that humans are a group of cunning and despicable creatures, so even in such peaceful times, it is very difficult to gain the trust of an orc. The reason why I was able to become friends with Kuz is very much because of the relationship of old Kuru, Kuz is the grandson of old Kuru, and old Kuru is very close to me. The second is because I am a child, which is only 12 years old Kutz, I am not any danger, he can approach me without scruples. Ask me all kinds of questions to satisfy his curiosity. Old Kuru taught me Orc to make it easier to communicate, and when Kuz and I were alone, we talked in Orc. The third is that I will also make some delicious soup. This is actually a little far away.
Old Kuru was a very experienced pharmacist and an old friend of Leipas. On this trading trip to the Kingdom of Stan, Leipas paid a great deal of money to hire Kuru as the pharmacist of the caravan, instead of hiring other Terran pharmacists, because the trip would pass through the Pai Plateau and the Neosiakis Mountains, where many of the herbs and vegetation were unfamiliar to human pharmacists. Only old Kuru, an experienced Orc healer, was familiar with the habits of these herbs, so there was a somewhat mysterious Orc healer in the caravan. For old Kuru, all the caravan people gave him enough respect, which is why I was saved and was accepted by the caravan.
One day after my injury, old Kuru once found that I could clearly remember the whole process when he was cooking medicine, what kind of herbs were put in each process, how much were put in, and what heat was boiled to pour out the juice. I have to say that this is not difficult for me as a chef, isn't it cooking? At that time, although I was physically and under 5 years old, I was mentally mature. At that time, I would often help the old Kuru boil medicine, the caravan people would often get sick because of the soil and water, every time the old Kuru would pick some local herbs to boil pharmaceutical juice, and I was a small helper.
Gradually, the old Kuru found that my understanding and learning ability was much better than others, and because when cooking medicine, at least understand the characteristics of these herbs. For the next ten months I learned the Orc language, under the urgings of old Kuru, while studying herbology in the piles of herbs he picked. The Orcs had a different understanding of herbs than humans, and when Old Kuru had difficulty in defining the names of these herbs, I learned my Orc language. At that time, I could recite the names of hundreds of herbs fluently in Orc, but I couldn't even say a greeting like "hello" in Orc.
The best way to learn a language is to use it more often. So I gradually began to get to know Kuz. Kuz, a more human-like werewolf child, is almost indistinctly human except for his hairy, pointy ears and strong chest covered with thick hair. But when he was angry, he would still show his teeth, his canines to show his anger, and I would always think of the white Husky that the boss had upstairs in the dormitory. Kutz loves sports, and this kid always has endless strength, can run all over the mountains and fields, just to chase a prairie chicken. One of the most common species of pheasant in the Neosiakis Mountains is the white-spotted pheasant, usually no larger than a pigeon, which can only glide short distances in the valleys, but is clever enough to fly away when it detects danger. But the meat is very tender and delicious.
Kutz once caught some Achim prairie chickens, and went so far as to string them together with a metal and set them on fire. The fire soon burned the feathers, and then the whole chicken turned black, and the smell of burning bird feathers was all over the camp, and to be honest, it was terrible. After the chicken is roasted, it is necessary to remove the black scab formed by the bird hair even the skin, and the mountain chicken is not very large, and the taste of burnt bird hair is still small to eat, and some bitter. The simplicity and kindness of the beasts were born, and after cooking the pheasant, even if Kuz himself was not enough to eat, he would now give the roasted pheasant to old Kuru, and then he even gave one to me. To tell you the truth, I don't really like it when I smell it. But the caravan serves a broth of dried beef almost once every five days, and the rest of the time it's dried vegetables and wild vegetable soup with wheat bread or brown bread. At this time, it is also very rare to have a chicken that has been burnt. Can I just make sure this is for me again?
Kutz nodded with a goofy smile, showing his neat white teeth, and tore at the remaining pheasant on the iron rod, burning him to blow his teeth. At that moment I felt like a naive child, such a strange world, to be able to obtain such a pure white paper of friendship, is a rare happiness, even my body fire poison baking pain is not so painful.
I sat next to Kutz, my shoulder on his shoulder, holding the hot roast chicken in my hand and said, "Next time you catch one of these, I'll cook it for you. I've found a better way to cook it."
'Yes! Kutz said yes vaguely, still paying intently for the two roast chickens.
At noon the next day, our caravan was resting in the mountain coves, and I was lying on the back of the thunder rhinocore carrying Kuru herbs and other supplies of life to take a nap, and I was pulled awake in a daze when I saw Kuz proudly raising an iron rod in his hand, with 7.8 mountain chickens strung on it, and then saying in awkward imperial language: "We eat together!"
For me, it was the first meal I'd ever cooked in the world, and it meant a lot. In fact, there is no better way to cook these chickens, there is no more seasoning and ingredients, I learned that not even Butler Leipas has eaten fried chicken wings, because in this magic world cooking is very simple, one is to boil soup, or fry. People here like to stew animal fat into thick soup, soup is too fat will be as much as possible into the wheat cake, eat greasy and warm, but rarely put seasonings and spices into the food, at best only some salt. Originally, I thought that there were no spices such as Sichuan pepper, jacjiao, star anise and chili in this new world, but after studying herbology with old Kuru for a year, I found that these things exist, and these spices are also common herbs, not rare. Perhaps old Kuru would not have thought that I could study herbology so hard because I have a chef's heart. Originally, I was asked to study herbology so that I could help him fry medicine. Gradually, I could carry a small medicine box behind him and go to some safe places around the camp to collect medicine. And my first role in studying herbology has been to study the similarities between these plants and the plants in my world, to try to find those memories of taste.
"Ok, let me handle these chickens, and you go find some chestnuts." Kuz, you're a good hunter!" I took the pheasant and complimented Kuz. This magical world also has chestnuts, which are called "tree rice" in Orc language. Chestnuts have always been eaten as food, and there are many apple trees and pear trees all over the southern slopes of the mountains of New Asia, and dwarves and orcs do not like to eat apples, and apples are always taken out by dwarves to make wine, and orcs like to wait until the first snow has closed the mountains and pick up the hard pears of the mountains. Old Kuru and Kuz were very fond of hard, frozen autumn pears, and Old Kuru told me that eating only wheat bread and broth in the winter would slowly make you sick, and that only eating these frozen fruits would be blessed by the King of Beasts, who protects the plateau of Pai.
For more than a year on the back of Thunder Rhinoceros following the caravan through the New Siacis Mountains, getting stronger and stronger. Although every day must be burned by the fire inside the body, the pain of death. However, this symptom was gradually alleviating, and I found that I could easily jump up and down on the back of the four-meter-high thunderbolt. Although the clumsy movements were often laughed at by Kuz, I knew that the children in my original world at the same age could only drink yogurt and play in the yard on the baby carriage at this time. At the age of 6, I was already required by the Leipas housekeeper to help the old Kuru cook herbs every day, and to deliver them to the sick in the caravan, telling me how to take them and other chores.
Although my body is small and thin, it is not difficult to deal with these pheasant, put the pheasant into a clay pot filled with hot water and rinse it a few times immediately. If the hot water sows the feathers, if it is soaked for too long, the feathers will be scalded and fall off together with the skin and meat, so this time should be accurate. Carrying the chicken PAWS, he quickly returned the feathers, and a fat chicken with oil and butter yellow was placed on the wooden table. Looking at my skillful action, even the old Kuru who was not far away from the decocting medicine did not look over a few eyes, and did not understand why I wanted to ironing the chicken and plucking the hair, it was not better to burn it directly? Cut the pheasant open with a small knife, disembowel it and throw it into a bucket. For orcs, these offal are even more delicious, and should never be thrown away. Throw the chopped chicken into the stockpot, add a handful of the prepared seasoning and salt, and wait for Kuz to retrieve the chestnuts.
Kutz, with half a bag of chestnuts on his back, bent through the leather curtain and said, "Giga, this soup smells good."
"You'll have something to eat later. Now peel the chestnuts with me."
Inside the tent, next to the crock, the smoke was billowing and a half-orc child and a Terran child were talking and laughing and peeling chestnuts. The Orc and imperial languages have no word for stew, and they all call the food that comes out of this crock soup. The braised chicken with chestnuts came out with a rich aroma, and Kutz, despite his drooling and his Adam's apple, waited for me to declare it ready to eat, and we offered the first bowl of meat to old Kuru.
After old Kuru tasted it, the dry and dull eyes looked at me for a long time, and then said to me faintly, "I know you are a different child, and this soup is delicious." With this delicious soup, you can live well in human cities in the future. But I still hope you and Kuz can continue your friendship and help each other in the future."
"I will, Grandpa!
"I will, teacher!" Kuz and I spoke respectfully.
Yeah, that's the third thing about being friends with Kuz, because I make some delicious soups. Eight fat prairie chickens and half a bag of chestnuts were stewed into a large crock, and Kutz, holding a piece of brown bread larger than his head, and a large soup spoon in his other hand, ate it thinly, not afraid of burning, and even swallowed the bones.
The person who can cook is the one who knows how to eat, at least that's what I think. Many chefs are fat, because they are born to eat, is to make delicious food and have a strong interest in people, food is not tired of fine, the more delicious the more careful. I think I am persistent enough in this respect, the first thing in this life did not want to learn about other mysterious things in this world, but the first thought of eating. For this reason, when the old Kuru taught me herbology, I would gladly accept it, just so that I could know what I could eat and what I could not. I wonder if old Kuru would have been too upset to know that I had worked so hard to learn herbology just so I wouldn't starve to death on my wanderings, even spending so much time learning Orc in order to understand the raw words in the scrolls on the basis of herbs?
Slowly, I don't know when, I gradually discovered how important herbalism is to me. And old Kuru, my first Orc teacher, began to teach a new subject, pharmacy. Kuz was excited to hear that I was going to study pharmacy with old Kuru, and that night we were sitting on Thunder Rhino's back talking, and Kuz told me that he had a dream of becoming a hunter, and that if he hadn't accidentally saved me, he would probably be reciting the names of herbs with Old Kuru right now. Kuz said to me: It's good to have you here!