Isekai Cheat Survival Meshi

"Hey, hey, yo, what kind of dish is that? Potatoes are potatoes, right?

Two people walking a short distance from the yam stew stall and the market.

To make potato chips, you need a lot of oil.

As she circled the market, she crawled her gaze to see if there was any good oil, and what Clara had heard was no more simple questions.

"Hmm? Cooking is like leaning your neck in my hometown. It's a really easy dish like that. I'm pretty sure you use potatoes, all the time. I wonder if that's okay."

In contrast, what Yu returned was something that, by its very nature, touched upon, did not leave the realm of subtle, casual daily conversations.

Clara puffs her cheeks in a different answer than she wanted. Because I realized Yu didn't dare to tell me the whole story of 'Potato Chips'.

"Enjoy the rest. Maybe it's too easy to clap."

I don't even notice Clara's cheeks like that, but Yu openly looks for oil.

I chose an orthodox oil that I picked from the seed.

There is no smell, and the potatoes will be fried in good condition.

"Sounds like you're worried, or you can go back over there!

"Yes!"

With 23 products bought at the market, Yoda returned to the yam stall.

Even when I come back, there are still no guests.

"Oh, are you back? You're disciplined, too."

"Yeah well. So, can I borrow your cookware for a second?

"Use it. I won't be using it today anyway."

The shopkeeper laughs with a sleek shoulder that makes him feel tired somewhere.

Looking at the self-derisive attitude and words, it makes me recognise that it was true that I was planning to fold a store nearby.

"But what brings you so far for me as a stranger? If that's what you might sell, I don't think it's hard to open your own shop."

The store owner asks as he washes his hands and looks up at Yu as he begins to slice the potatoes.

As far as Clara's and men's reactions are concerned, I guess potato chips are still an advanced dish in this world, Yu thinks.

Then there would be twelve possibilities for potato chips to cause an epidemic in this world.

But Yu wasn't willing to do business like that.

If you look at a lot of money, you'll make your eyes shine. There is a very natural desire to succeed, to be recognized.

Still...

"Odishan's potato stew, I thought it would be a shame to lose it. Plus, it's an array of stories, but I just got here. I'd like to play a little more."

Yoko, like laughing at your clumsiness. I lined up my deceptive reasoning, showed my teeth and laughed.

"Oh well..."

The meaning of the smile of a man who smiled so that he could stick to it was not known to Yu.

Neither does the person at the time know exactly how he laughed. If you mean strong, you were dazzled. That's all I knew.

Even while doing this, Yuki suggests getting ready.

Expose the thinly sliced potatoes to cold water, warm the oil, etc., and you will be ready.

"All right, well, here we go."

Whimpering to confirm, Clara approached to peek into the pan and the shopkeeper lifted his hips.

When a beautifully thinly sliced potato is put into the pan, it makes a rainy noise and bubbles begin to bounce.

"Uh... this is it, huh?

"Yes. Isn't that easy?

It was Clara who raised doubts about that too simple process.

I just fried potatoes. That's all there is to cook, and there are fries in this world.

Speaking of things that have changed, the process is just a little different until I give it to you. Thinly sliced, exposed to water, then just drained the water.

Though not in the mouth, slight disappointment - exaggerated - meets the eye.

But there is still no fried potato dish in the world that adds the 'that's all' process.

Only the store owner has a solemn eye on what happens to them.

When it comes to Yu, he's just making his own familiar treats. Sometimes it's an easy way to cook, and I'm going to go ahead with the work with my nose crossing.

When the potatoes fried fairly well, Yu reinforced the momentum of the fire and raised the temperature of the oil. I used appliances like firecrackers, but my first experience feels somewhat fun.

"Okay, here's the thing"

The potato seemed to be fried in tease by a forced fire.

Remove immediately the potatoes and cut the oil after arranging the paper.

Raise your elbows, bend your wrists, and hit and drop the salt you picked against the back of your arm as you rub it with your fingers. At one time this way of shaking salt became the subject of discussion, and Yu, who thought of a man who baked meat, really shook salt evenly.

"If the oil runs out...... Done! Try both of them."

Now the potato chips are done.

There were no special seasonings, no special processes, and it was a whole new 'dish' in this world that could have been done in minutes of things.