Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 346: Seasoning Jar

After the little incident caused by Scrooge ended, Howard was able to continue making his pancakes. He took a basin, poured flour into it, beat in a few eggs whose size and texture were obviously not eggs and whose egg whites were green, then poured in an appropriate amount of warm water and two spoons of salt and began to knead the dough.

He was preparing to make the crispy thin pancakes. The fruit inside the pancakes was something like fried dough sticks or crispy thin pancakes. Howard really didn't know how to make fried dough sticks, but making crispy thin pancakes was actually similar to making hard biscuits, except that the last step was changed from baking to frying.

On the other side, after hanging the meat to drain the acid, Harden also began to process the huge mollusk. He twisted off the tentacles of the mollusk with his hands and put them on the chopping board and began to process them.

The physiological structure and taste of this large mollusk are probably similar to those of squid. However, if the squid grows to this size, it cannot be eaten. This is true for any animal. The larger the size and age, the worse the taste and flavor.

The orc used a knife to cut open the selected tentacle. The surface of the tentacle of this monster squid living in sewage was covered with dirty and poisonous mucus. Even after rinsing it clean, there was still a lingering smell of ammonia, so it needed to be treated with caution.

"Oh! Crazy Fang carefully selected the freshest tentacle. This is a rare and luxurious ingredient. To be honest, I envy those guys who become referees. This kind of large, intact piece of meat is also very rare for us."

Howard kneaded the dough until it no longer stuck to his hands or the bowl, then put a board on it and started to let it rest.

"Let's see, this little shrimp has kneaded out a small dough. Is he planning to bake bread? This pathetic vegetarian food wouldn't even be liked by ordinary shrimps, let alone us."

The tour guide kept chattering away. Actually, as an orc, it was already amazing that he could organize so many words in a row. Asking him to be neutral and objective would be really putting it in a difficult position for him, and he had no reason to be neutral and objective.

What the orcs need is not professional explanations, because they don’t care and can’t understand. What they need is a tour guide who can arouse their emotions. No matter whether the explanation is right or wrong, or professional, as long as he can arouse the emotions and make these orc boys excited, for them, this is a gold medal tour guide.

While waiting for the dough to rest, Howard began to wash the vegetables and make the sauce. Although the leaves of these vegetables, which had been frozen for decades, still remained green, the fibers had been damaged during freezing. If Howard applied a little force, they would tear apart, so he had to be very careful when washing them.

Then he made the sauce, still using canned beans, syrup and salt, but this time he didn't have a blender, so he could only crush the beans by hand.

"Do you think he will win?" In the audience stands, the nun lowered her voice and asked Mei carefully.

In fact, the nun knew that this elf probably had no idea either, but the reason she asked was not to "find answers" but to "find recognition."

"If everything is alright, I trust Mr. Howard," said May.

"Everything is alright?" the nun repeated.

"Remember what the orc said when I was defeated?" Mei said, gazing at the arena with worry. "He said he would use tricks in subsequent matches. Miss Gloria, he respects you, so he didn't use any other tricks in our match. If he really decided to do so, he would only use them now."

So the nun, who was originally only slightly worried, became extremely worried after hearing the words of this elf.

"But...but what tricks will He use? Bribe the referee?" The nun recalled the scene when the referee was selected.

Of course, these orcs couldn't use a lottery method to select lucky audience members. At that time, Harden randomly threw some marked garbage into the audience for these orcs to scramble for. In the end, the one who grabbed these special garbage became the referee of the third cooking competition. However, there was still a lot of trouble in order to grab these special garbage.

During the entire process, Harden did not have any more interactions with these temporary referees except for ordering the eyes and ears of these referees to be gouged out.

If the referee is to be bribed, it can only be done before the competition begins, but those orcs are almost fighting with real weapons to compete for a referee position. Even if Harden can designate some orcs as his referees in advance, it is still another matter whether these orcs can beat other uninformed orcs.

"I don't know." Mei shook her head. "Nothing about this race can be inferred by common sense. As the leader of these orcs, Harden must keep his word. Even if his initial words about using trickery were just angry words, he will probably do it again after calming down."

Then the Eldar lowered his head and said, "This is all my fault. If it weren't for me, Mr. Howard would have won this match without a doubt."

Seeing the lost look of the Eldar, who had always remained calm, the nun felt a little uncomfortable. Although the Eldar were damned aliens and enemies of the Empire in a macro sense, in this matter, they could barely be considered allies of the Empire.

The nun hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and patted Mei's shoulder, as if comforting a self-blaming and lost human comrade. "This isn't your fault. If it were me, I would have cheated if I could, but I just didn't have the opportunity during the shooting competition."

"You lost, and I lost too. Losing is losing, we're the same. There's no such thing as my failure being more glorious than yours." The nun tried to keep her voice gentle. "Now that we've come this far, we can only trust him, and we must trust him."

In the arena, Harden and Howard's cooking has also reached the final stage. The most time-consuming part of making a meal is the process of purchasing and processing the ingredients, while the time taken up by cooking and subsequent plating is actually the smallest part.

Howard had already started to make pancakes. Since it was food for orcs, the portion had to be larger, so Howard heated up a large iron plate as a griddle, and jumped onto the stove and used a T-shaped wooden frame that seemed to be removed from a mop as a pusher.

Harden also began the final cooking. According to the steps in the recipe, he poured the armpit meat with the blood vessels and nerves removed into a bucket full of ice cubes, and then poured in chili peppers and various seasoning powders. Finally, he squeezed in half a bucket of juice of an unknown fruit for marinating.

Then he began to cook the skoog, which had been drained of acid but not completely drained due to the time it took. He strictly followed the recipe and cut the fatty tenderloin into small pieces and grilled them on the iron plate.

It looked like what he wanted to make was seared squiggles and pickled octopus.

After smelling the aroma of meat, Harden grabbed a can of seasoning, but when he was about to put it down, he hesitated.

Because this jar of seasoning was His “trick”.