As the sun set, I pushed open the door of the tavern again, covered in travel dust.

At this time, the hunger level in my character state had dropped to the warning level, so I had no choice but to come to Boss Dart's territory again and shamelessly grab a meal.

Considering the current situation of the ranch, the frequency of such things will certainly not be too low in the days to come.

Boss Dart came out of the kitchen, still dressed in a shirt and jacket, but with an extra scarf tied around his waist, and looked at me with a serious look.

"Boss, the ranch hasn't been cleaned up yet, so I still have to disturb you."

I spread my hands helplessly.

Dart didn't have any unexpected expression, he nodded slightly and said to me.

"If the pasture that had been abandoned for so many years was so easy to repair, we wouldn't be helpless. Do you want to live here? Just choose a room upstairs and keep accounts for food and accommodation."

"It's not that difficult...Boss, I've cleaned up the place where I live. I just want to use your bathroom."

The boss interrupted my description, made a casual gesture, and turned the topic to a more meaningful aspect.

"Young man, what do you want to eat tonight? I don't have too many ingredients here. If necessary, you can pick a combination you like."

For lunch, we had the boss’s specialty staple food set meal, which is specifically a staple food of rice with two kinds of cooked food and a fruit. It can be said that it takes full advantage of his good craftsmanship and the original taste of the ingredients.

"Come in."

The boss raised the curtain of the kitchen behind the bar and motioned for me to come over and see what I wanted to eat.

I walked in and saw a neat row of kitchen utensils, pots and pans, and quite complete food shelves, with different types of ingredients placed on them in categories for easy access.

I got close to the row of unknown vegetables, and didn't see anything different about them, so I picked them casually and visited these foods that were familiar in my memory but very strange in reality.

Boss Dart gave me a tray and asked me to put my favorite ingredients on it, and he went out to clean the cups on the bar.

It's the kind of work where you take a white cloth that hasn't been washed for an unknown amount of time and wipe the wine glass until it shines.

I looked in a row and saw meatball powder, chocolate, oil, wheat flour, curry powder, rice balls, bread and some unknown grass.

I picked up a potato and was about to put it on the tray when I approached the stove next to me when a line of text suddenly appeared in my field of vision.

"Available workbench detected."

"Available material detected."

"Ask the colonists to choose their work matters."

"The choices are as follows:

Cook a simple meal.

Cook a delicious meal.

Cook a luxurious meal.”

Um?!!!

System function is online!

So according to my level 8 cooking skills, I should be able to make good things, right?

"Boss, can you lend me the kitchen?"

Boss Dart was still wiping the glasses one by one outside, a little distracted, and simply said "use it as you like" and didn't take it to heart at all.

I got a positive answer and walked to the stove.

"Choose job assignment: Cook a luxury meal."

Suddenly a series of funny arpeggios sounded in my ears.

"The current level of cooking skills is insufficient and I cannot work."

………

"Choose a job task: Cook a delicate meal."

Another series of funny arpeggios sounded in my ears.

"The current level of cooking skills is insufficient and I cannot work."

………

Simple food is simple food.

"Choose a job task: Cook a simple meal."

As soon as this selection was confirmed, my body began to move involuntarily!

I already skillfully turned on the stove with one hand, and put a pot of water on it, which was not too much, ready to boil.

Then he stood in the middle of the stove, picked up potatoes with his left hand, picked up a kitchen knife with his right hand, and waved the knife in mid-air towards the potatoes.

Every inch of the potato skin slipped away just as the knife light flashed, and my fingers were able to withdraw just in time before the knife light came, and grasped another place. In a few blinks, the potato was already in my hand.

While operating, I turned it around and peeled off a thin layer of skin.

Since the potatoes themselves had pits, I stabbed them with a knife several times and easily picked out the roots and skin lesions.

At this time, the potato was placed on the chopping board by my inertia, and it was still spinning.

The cutting work was not finished yet. I saw my hands moving on their own again. I cut the potatoes into small pieces horizontally and vertically, and threw them all into the boiling pot with a little force.

in the water.

The pot of water was boiling rapidly. Encountering a bunch of uninvited potatoes did not affect its condition. A burst of water mist rose up and then continued to boil. The rising bubbles instantly covered the potato pieces, making the pot look chaotic.

At this time, my hand automatically turned off the stove fire, and poured the boiled potatoes that were boiling beyond recognition onto the plate that had been prepared nearby.

All the water in the pot was absorbed by the potatoes, leaving not a drop of excess soup.

The potatoes are just in a semi-solidified and semi-fluid state, and they look like mashed potatoes that have been mashed with great effort.

According to my estimate, the entire operation took less than three minutes.

Boss Dart walked in from outside the kitchen, maybe he just realized that I was actually going to use the stove.

This was a huge challenge for a person like him who was extremely confident in his cooking abilities.

But when he entered the kitchen, he saw me with a confused face, staring blankly at a piece of food neatly arranged on a plate.

"...You did this?"

After a long time, Boss Dart finally asked this question.

I turned my head in confusion, nodded twice, and asked.

"Taste it?"

Boss Dart seemed to have seen some prehistoric creature. He walked to the front and looked at it for a long time, then took the spoon and took a bite of the boiled potato. Oh no, the official name should be called simple food. He put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully.

"It has no taste at all, and the taste is almost zero. It has no use except filling your stomach."

He finally made this assessment and put down his spoon.

But when he put it down, he added something strange.

"But you completed the process of peeling, boiling water, and taking it out of the oven in just a few minutes. Are you a chef from Shining City?"

I also took a bite, and it felt like the food melted directly in my mouth like ice and snow, flowing along my tongue and into my stomach.

Then a wonderful sense of satisfaction suddenly emerged from my heart.

It's not the wonderful taste of delicious food, but the sense of security that arises after a full stomach. This feeling may accompany people from birth to death, but it never crosses the process of eating, just one bite.

Purely bursting out directly in the body.

I couldn't help but take two more bites, and Boss Dart seemed to suddenly realize it. He took another spoon and took out half of it, and began to taste it slowly.

His expression was extremely rich with every bite, ranging from anger, to satisfaction, to regret, and finally revealed a strange desire, like a baby waiting to be fed, following its instinct and doing what it wanted to do.

.

Then repeat this process.

After we both devoured the simple food, he finally spoke.

"As a chef, I don't want to comment positively on this meal at all. No matter from the cooking techniques to the ingredients used, from the care to the production process, there is nothing wrong with it."

"But it is undeniable that this is the closest thing to human beings' definition of food."

"This kind of thing is a blasphemy against gastronomy."

“But it’s also a torture for every chef’s soul.”

I nodded and agreed with this statement.

This stuff is a bit like the thick, tasteless nutritious paste I used to live on, but it achieves a miraculous effect in deceiving the senses.

I am afraid that no one can resist the instinct to eat and develop a psychological resistance to this food.
Chapter completed!