Chapter 2: How about mine, big and thick(1)?

I fell into the game world carrying a broken cooking skill.

An ordinary person would have been so flustered by this situation that they could do nothing…

But who am I, Lee Sihyun. Am I not a pure gamer who has completely mastered even all sorts of TRPG games.

The moment I realized I had been possessed into the game world, I immediately began role-playing.

‘Now then… is this much concept enough?’

I was a precious being the Lord God Himself had sent down, and a member of the hero party that had appeared again after five years.

Basically I would show an angelic appearance, yet I was absolutely not a pushover who simply endured anger.

And… a genius of cooking.

The last part was a setting mixed full of my selfishness, but so what. I was actually pretty good at cooking anyway.

At any rate. After finishing all the settings, I decided to quickly reveal the broken nature of the cooking skill.

“A-a great mage…”

“Now then… may I borrow a kitchen?”

-Shring.

One of the countless additional effects I had added to the cooking skill. Armament summon.

I used that to summon a Chinese cleaver, drew attention, and confidently demanded they lend me a kitchen.

Shouting for guidance while holding a knife in a place that looked like the royal palace at a glance might seem a bit rude…

But everyone had been sighing in front of me, a member of the hero party and a talent the Lord God had sent down. I went a little provocative as a form of protest.

My demand was accepted as if it were only natural.

“Why a kitchen…”

“Then I shall guide you. Hero-nim.”

“Head Maid?”

While people stared at me blankly, a woman in a maid uniform called the Head Maid stepped forward.

Seeing someone who appeared to hold a fairly high position act so respectfully, my anger subsided a little.

“Yes. Please guide me. Now then… Your Majesty? Could you wait about thirty minutes? I will bring cooking.”

“…I permit it. Go and return.”

Even the queen wearing a crown on her head nodded to me.

In that way I seized the opportunity.

Right after possession, the chance to reveal and be recognized for the broken nature of my cooking skill.

A short while later. When I entered the kitchen following behind the Head Maid, an unexpected sight greeted me.

I had known this game was a medieval-style fantasy world…

‘Why is there a burner? And why is there an oven?’

A strangely modern kitchen. And modern-style burners and an oven that put the finishing touch on the awkwardness.

…A sigh came out on its own.

The level of a trash game. Even if you bring assets, you should bring ones that match the world view, why bring something like this?

‘Well, it is a good thing though.’

But to me this was welcome news.

I had even prepared myself to cook by lighting a fire in a hearth, yet it seemed fairly convenient cooking would be possible.

“Hero-nim. Shall I call the head chef so he can explain how to use the cooking magic tools…”

“It is fine. More than that, may I freely use all the ingredients here?”

“…Of course. Please use them freely.”

After shutting the mouth of the Head Maid who tried to make unnecessary comments beside me, I began rummaging through the spacious kitchen.

-Click click… Whoosh.

‘Is this not a gas burner? The flame comes out extremely strangely. The firepower looks good so it does not matter.’

I checked the burner’s firepower,

-Click. Squeeze.

‘…Mustard. And Dijon mustard with almost no sweetness and a mild spiciness at that.’

-Click.

‘This is… tomato paste? Did they even have something like this in the Middle Ages?’

I checked the seasonings placed on the shelves one by one,

‘Why are there so many sausages… Right, this was a game with Germany as its motif, was it not? Then it must be bratwurst.’

-Slide, swipe.

‘The vegetables are in good condition too… Hmm. I was a little worried they might have left them unimproved in variety for the sake of historical accuracy, but fortunately not.’

I shone my eyes looking at the numerous cooking ingredients and such. After confirming the things needed for cooking.

After going around the kitchen once like that, the corners of my mouth rose greatly.

‘With this… it will work!’

“Hero-nim. May I ask what dish you intend to make?”

“I will serve a dish accompanied by potato and bratwurst and bread.”

Right after deciding on the dish to make, the question of what dish I would make came in.

When I answered confidently, the Head Maid’s expression clouded slightly.

“I worry it might be too common and commoner-like food. Mashed potatoes and bratwurst are…”

“That would be delicious too, but I will cook in a different way.”

“………?”

Yet her expression became puzzled again at my bold claim.

I smiled as if to reassure her.

“Fufu. Since the Head Maid guided me… I will specially let you taste it first. My big and thick one.”

“………!!!!!!?”

A short while later.

“Hup, hup…”

Kneeling in front of me, the Head Maid opened her mouth wide and pushed the thick thing into it.

That neat and pretty face melting and growing messy with ecstasy made one able to guess just how great a joy she was feeling right now.

“Is it that delicious?”

“Uup, eup…”

“Good. Eat plenty. Do not spill any.”

Completely holding it with both hands, the Head Maid hurriedly kept moving her mouth as if she did not want to spill even a little.

I looked down at that and became intoxicated with a sense of conquest.

‘Ahh… As expected K-hotdog is the best, is it not? Fufu. Look at her eating without coming to her senses.’

…The sight of her recklessly pushing the freshly fried hot dog into her mouth was a rather satisfying reaction, after all.

Korean-style hot dog. Called corn dog in English, a food of sausage coated in fluffy bread batter and fried.

Even crispy French fries were stuck on the outside, so it was only natural she would lose her mind eating it. Of course.

I watched the Head Maid eating well, half filled with national pride and half with the benevolence of a grandmother feeding her grandchild.

Only after watching a single tear flow from her eye did I begin frying hot dogs again.

‘The reaction is really tasty. This is what a game is.’

-Squeeze. Squelch.

After firmly inserting a wooden skewer into a plump boiled bratwurst, I dunked it straight into the well-risen sticky batter.

…It was a batter that could never be made in the current environment under normal circumstances. Such fluffy batter was close to impossible to make without yeast or baking powder.

But if there are no teeth, use the gums.

Fortunately there was beer, so I fermented the batter with that. Beer also contains yeast, that is to say yeast. I utilized that.

Of course doing it this way had the drawback that fermentation took a truly long time unlike using modern yeast…

[Additional Effect : Chronos’s Blessing (Mythic, Unique) – The blessing of Chronos, god of time. You can control the flow of time of a specific object.]

‘This is a cooking skill…!! It is a shame it cannot be used for anything other than cooking, but this is still something.’

To me who possessed a broken cooking skill, time was not even a problem.

…Honestly it was the first time I had tried it with beer so I thought it might not work, but it seemed the cooking skill helped as well?

At any rate. The place the sausage coated in sticky batter headed next was a tray piled high with potatoes finely diced like hash browns.

When I firmly pressed the potatoes that held the heavy duty of taking responsibility for the crispiness in place of breadcrumbs onto the surface of the batter, the hot dog became disgustingly bumpy in shape.

No one would salivate just looking at this.

But,

‘Even if it looks like this now, it will change when fried, is what I am saying.’

-Plop.

When I dropped the hot dog into the pot full of oil, magic unfolded.

Because I had heated the oil temperature just right, the hot dog immediately began frying while bubbling with bubbles.

At the sound of the oil boiling like rain that was proof the frying was going well, a smile spread across my lips.

Yet that was only for a moment.

‘I want to keep watching it fry… but there is no time. ——「Accelerate」.’

-Ding! You have succeeded in crafting ‘Potato Hot Dog’. Cooking effect increases by 100% due to cooking skill bonus.

‘Kuu. Convenient, so convenient. This is a properly done cooking skill.’

After shortening the frying time with the ‘time acceleration’ attached to the cooking skill.

When I picked it up with tongs and took it out, the hot dog had already been fried to an appetizing golden color.

It had been fried so well that I wanted to eat it in this state.

But… this potato hot dog was not yet complete.

To earn the name K-hotdog, I had to sprinkle crispy sugar on the outside and generously drizzle ketchup and mustard as well. Of course.

-Rustle.

-Ding! You have succeeded in crafting ‘Korean-style Potato Hot Dog’! Additional effect 「Over Heal」 is applied to the dish due to quality bonus.

I sprinkled the sugar and mustard prepared in advance. And the fake ketchup I had mixed tomato paste with syrup, vinegar and such until it became glossy.

Then the hot dog emitted a faint light. It was the great success effect that appeared when a perfect dish was made.

‘Okay. One complete.’

I carefully placed it into the basket prepared in advance.

A broken dish that could receive the effect of a mythic-grade recovery skill just by eating it.

——I left the kitchen only after I had at last fried twenty hot dogs.

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Meanwhile. The royal palace was filled with agitation.

It was because of the hero Lee Sihyun who had suddenly caused an unexpected action right after being summoned.

“So that means he is a great mage…”

“The quality of that knife looked extraordinary. Perhaps…”

Yet there was no one who blamed his rudeness for drawing a knife in the royal palace.

It was obvious it was a kitchen knife anyway, and a man holding a knife was no threat at all.

The reason they were chattering was simply because the Chinese cleaver summoning performance Sihyun had shown just now had been too shocking.

But,

“How frustrating. That was clearly a summon… Hm?”

“This smell is…?”

Because the savory aroma drifting from far away stabbed their nasal cavities and made their mouths water.

And… Sihyun entered again holding a large basket.

“Here, I have brought the cooking. Are there any people who are unwell? I would like to give it to them first.”

Receiving everyone’s attention alone, Sihyun smiled brightly while holding the basket.

Everyone’s gazes focused on the hot dogs contained there.

Even the king who had lacked appetite lately twitched her shoulders, for those hot dogs looked far too delicious.

Yet the glorious first tasting of the hot dog was not the king’s.

“Ah! Over there, Sir Knight?”

“…Do you mean me?”

Soon Sihyun dashed over to the one-armed knight while holding the basket.

He then held out the basket as if telling him to quickly take one.

That lucky knight, entranced by Sihyun’s sexily smiling eyes, absentmindedly picked one up…

“Such, such a delicacy…”

“A-Arthur-kyung……!!!!?”

“Th-the arm grew back!!!!!!!”

“…………What!!!!!!!!!!?”

———And a miracle unfolded.