Chapter 35: Today’s Meal at Adam’s Home

After nightfall, without fear of wild beasts or monsters, the Edenites gathered by Adam outside the city created a makeshift camp using clay and trees.

The scene in the center, being guided by the Progenitor for the first time, was both novel and nerve-wracking for them.

Legend has it that each time would bring earth-shattering changes to the tribe’s life, and undoubtedly, those in the trading team would be the most fortunate witnesses of this era.

What could it be?

The Progenitor had exchanged various plant fruits with the Sumerians, including strange foods called barley and wheat.

Could it be that based on these, he would showcase a previously unseen Great Art?

After all, Jacob, who was to succeed as the council leader, had just been taught by the Progenitor.

That was something deeply regrettable for those with lesser talent or experience, as they could not learn it.

But since they were all called to watch, perhaps this time it might be something everyone could learn.

Feeling the many expectant gazes, Adam couldn’t help but smile wryly.

“It is indeed something quite meaningful, but probably quite different from what you are imagining… In any case, are you all tired of eating Kabbalah tree fruits?”

Everyone looked at each other, eventually seeming to choose Jacob as the spokesperson to communicate with the “Progenitor.”

“Occasionally eating it with honey, and some specially flavored plant leaves. It’s not bad, actually. Uh, but seeing what the Sumerians eat, we do indeed want to try it, after all, it’s always the same few things. Ah! I heard that in ancient times, the first leader, Zephyr, ate specially delicious roasted meats with you. Even I, when learning about this history as a child, would find the tree fruits in my hand tasteless.”

Thinking about the possibilities and recalling his childhood dreams, Jacob’s eyes shone brightly, and his words accurately represented the opinions of the other Edenites.

Especially the members of the Pterosaur clan, who were the most dissatisfied with the current closed-off life and had long tired of the lack of new things, not to mention it was related to Zephyr, their revered ancestor.

“Speaking of which, due to various reasons, I never taught you what cooking techniques are.”

Adam shook his head in a lament.

“Here we go cooking again. Looks like it’s bread this time. Alright, let me reluctantly help you out then. I often help with cooking dinner at home, and I’ve even worked at a mill.”

Jeanne d’Arc Alter, seizing the opportunity to perform, eagerly stepped forward, confidently stating her claim.

Leonardo da Vinci, who prided herself as a universal genius, didn’t compete with her but knelt before the ingredients laid out on a large leaf, carefully inspecting them one by one, trying to guess what Adam planned to do with her intellect.

As for Drake, she seemed contemplative.

“The boss seemed to be from that Silk Country, right? Although I couldn’t fulfill the queen’s request to deliver the letter to the emperor there, I heard from people I know that their food has a lot more variety and depth of study compared to ours.”

“What? What? Is the dairy pirate speaking the truth?! Adam, you’re going to make bread, right?”

“Yes… Don’t look so disappointed; I still need your help to knead the dough. Those two can’t be relied upon for this.”

Drake was omitted, and Leonardo da Vinci might add some unnecessary artistic interpretation during the process, so Jeanne d’Arc Alter, with her rural living experience, seemed the most reliable.

“Grind the wheat into flour, add water and salt as I instructed, and then knead and rest the dough. Remember, we’re not making bread.”

“I know, I know, you don’t have to teach me. What are you going to do?”

“Prepare the seasonings.”

Saying so, Adam picked up a handful of wheat, placing it into a pottery jar exchanged from the inhabitants of Larlag, and then without any tools, he crushed them with his fists and poured in water.

Sugar, without beet or sugarcane, though not entirely impossible to make (since it doesn’t rely solely on science), would be limited in quantity and not worth the effort compared to the output.

After all, even in modern times, the latter still accounts for a significant portion of the raw materials.

Chili peppers, like coffee, need actual samples found for easy improvement or cultivation.

Salt had already been resolved, and MSG could tentatively be substituted with ground shells and fish bones.

Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty.

Bitterness was not needed for now, so what was left was sourness.

The required vinegar had been invented before the common era, tracing back even a thousand years earlier.

In China, it was said to have appeared alongside alcohol, as both are fermented products.

The materials at hand were sufficient.

Various fruits and flowers could provide the yeast needed for fermentation.

What was left needed time.

But with the Great Art, the process could be accelerated: once the rules were anchored, direct replication was possible.

Compared to creating from scratch and exhaustive trials, this was much easier.

So, as Jeanne d’Arc Alter finished kneading the large bucket of wheat into dough, Adam opened the sealed pottery jar’s lid, and the black liquid inside, exuding a vintage sour aroma, immediately filled the area.

Initially, the Edenites were uncomfortable and wanted to cover their noses, but soon they found their mouths salivating, and after getting used to it, even found it somewhat pleasant.

“Leave the rest to me. Jeanne, please cut the vegetables we’ll use into small pieces.”

“Don’t order me around.”

Despite being in an extremely primitive setting, the two somehow gave off the vibe of partners in a culinary show from the future—although, apart from Adam, no one even knew what television was.

Adam, alternating tasks, took over the dough spread across the long wooden table. Rolling up his sleeves, he picked up a prepared thick wooden roller, adjusted his strength that had changed from before, and continuously rolled the dough into wide, long, thin circles, then folded it, cutting it down with a sharpened stone knife.

Thus, hand-pulled noodles were made.

The next steps were very simple.

Many common vegetables in Mesopotamia could be directly obtained from the city.

Setting up a stone pot, heating it, adding bean oil extracted by brute force, frying chopped green onions and garlic until fragrant, adding lettuce and vinegar, stir-frying to raise the temperature, then adding water, salt, and MSG to boil, pouring the sour soup into pottery containers, cooking the noodles in clean water, and finally pouring them into bowls and topping with the sour soup.

“This time, I declare to you, from now on, food is not just for filling the stomach but also a pursuit of deliciousness. This will lead to the emergence of countless new concepts. ‘Cooking’ is one of the unique skills possessed by civilization. We will anchor new concepts that did not exist before and then give back to Gaia. As for now, after a hard day, it’s time for dinner.”

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