A Hospital in Another World?

After Garrett and Seraina, Aurora, Andrew Lynn, Mage Norwood, and several apprentices each poured themselves a cup. From full-fledged mages to apprentices, everyone had nothing but praise for the sweet smell.

Even the usually stern Andrew Lynn leaned against the fireplace, cup in hand, and crossed his legs in relaxation.

Only Bernard did not speak a word of praise. The barbarian held a giant wooden mug full of cocoa milk and tilted his head back, gulping it down...

"Meow~~~"

A faint cat meow sounded from the crowd. Bernard stopped, looked down, and saw Mr. Troka, shrunken to the size of a kitten, sitting at his feet, looking up at him with shining golden eyes.

Bernard decisively put down his mug, took out a large shallow dish, poured a dish of cocoa milk on the ground, and Mr. Troka meowed softly, wagged his tail at the barbarian, and bent down to lick it.

Andrew Lynn: "......"

Really?!

I’ve never been short of food or drink for you! Every time I have a sip of milk, you have a sip; every time I have a piece of bread, you have one too!

Do you really need to beg food from others?!

"Mr. Troka! Put it down!"

After Garrett finished a cup of cocoa milk, he turned his head and saw the black cat crouching there licking cocoa milk, and all his hairs stood on end. He casually put down his glass, not caring that the glass was spinning on the table, and leaped over:

"Cats can’t eat chocolate! Put it down! Put it down!"

Garrett’s voice was urgent, but Mr. Troka ignored him, head buried, continuing to lick the milk, his whiskers all frothy.

Not until Garrett rushed up close, crouched down, and extended his hand, his fingertip just 0.1 cm away from the cat’s neck, did Mr. Troka crouch lower and darted out—

In an instant, the whole cat, no, turned into a black lightning bolt, darting out from between Garrett’s legs, quickly getting behind him.

Garrett turned his head, spun around, and ran. The man and cat ran around the large dining table twice, and Garrett finally cornered the black cat in a corner. He crouched down, stretched out both hands, and tried to grab the black cat’s neck:

"Spit it out! Spit it out! Cats can’t eat chocolate!"

"Meow-ow——"

A loud, deep, almost roaring meow. Garrett blacked out for a moment, already knocked down by the black cat, which had grown much larger, now the size of a black panther, standing on him, sticking out its tongue, and licking his face messily:

"I am the great Mr. Troka! A magical beast! Not a black cat! Not a black cat!"

Don’t restrict me with a black cat’s dietary restrictions!

Garrett was pinned down, his face wet and sweetly fragrant. After a while, the black cat jumped off, and he wiped his face with his hand, his back smeared in a mess:

"Ow! Mr. Troka! You’ve licked my face all over with milk!"

Cocoa, and cocoa-related foods, received unanimous praise. However, as to how exactly they should be made...

Garrett spread his hands:

"Why don’t I write down the methods for processing cocoa beans, and Aurora, you let your cook try? I really can’t do it..."

Ah, it’s said that different types of cocoa beans, combined with different baking times and temperatures, present different flavors. Some are slightly sour, some have a stronger bitter taste, some have a noticeable burnt aroma, and some, it’s said, have a nutty or special floral aroma...

Forgive Garrett, who had never tasted these in his past life; in his recipe book, there were only dark chocolate, regular chocolate, white chocolate, milk chocolate. But since a gourmet advertised it, there must be something to it?

However, these types, processing methods, and recipes, if you ask Garrett to try them one by one, he would only shake his head rapidly. Kill him, he would rather do 12 hours of dissection experiments every day!

Cocoa milk tea, cocoa cake, cocoa bread, cocoa cookies, handmade chocolate, milk chocolate... including the methods for processing cocoa beans, Garrett wrote seven or eight pages in one go, sorted them out, and handed them to Aurora:

It’s up to you now!

No, it’s up to your auntie, the cook!

Please make sure to try it out; the entire Mage Tower relies on her. If she makes something good, I can even take it to give to my teacher...

Seraina followed closely by his side. Her gaze

moved from Garrett’s pen tip, to the thick stack of recipes, to Aurora’s hands. Blinking, she gave a pleasing smile to this blonde young mage.

Ah, Garrett here, always has the freshest ideas, the most interesting, never tiresome. But to taste something delicious, aside from going out and checking every restaurant in the street, pleasing Aurora’s cook was the right way!

"By the way, Aurora—after auntie makes the dishes, remember to copy down the list and give it to MOSS! Then we’ll have it daily!"

Alas, although MOSS can control invisible servants and make a bunch of common dishes and desserts, it lacks research capability, and the things it makes are too standardized. To eat something delicious, fresh, and varied, you still need a human touch.

However, it’s rare for Garrett to be in the mood, or more importantly, rare for Garrett, this experiment fanatic, medical maniac, to have crawled out of his hospital. The group of people happily organized a small gathering:

Without MOSS controlling invisible servants for meals, and not going out to eat outside. Each of the magicians and apprentices rolled up their sleeves, each contributing a dish:

Seraina caught a giant fish, almost half the height of a person, and with a breath, froze it on the spot. She drew her elven curved knife, chopped off the head, cut the tail, peeled off the fish skin, and sliced out the fattest chunks of fish meat. Then, with flying knife skills—

Slices of deep red fish meat with even fat lines, neatly aligned, arranged in a row. Miss Silver Dragon casually wiped, moving the fish meat into a porcelain plate, thought for a moment, casually grabbed a lemon, cut it in half, and placed it on the edge of the porcelain plate.

What?

The fish meat is still frozen like ice cubes?

Let it be, by the time everyone else’s dishes are ready, it should be thawed enough to eat!

Andrew Lynn casually sat on the side, not moving. In the kitchen, a golden skeleton kneaded dough, added butter, added cheese, added ham, added various seafood like large shrimp and squid, stuffed it into the oven, and was busy non-stop.

Hey, as long as one person contributes one food, it’s fine when it’s served, whose contribution it is, does that matter?

Aurora squatting pitifully by his side watching him. Unlike Lynn, who was always adventuring, fighting north and south, Aurora had always lived in comfort, never having to feed himself. Lynn watched him for a long time, couldn’t help but laugh, and kindly directed him:

"You go and cut some meat chunks... any meat, chicken is okay, pork or lamb is okay. Cut into the size of knuckles, marinate with sauce, skewer and grill. Hmm, if you’re worried about it being too greasy, or want to change it up a bit, just skewer some vegetables in between the meat..."

Aurora, at the command, at the action, hurried to work. Soon, he let out a scream:

"Where are the mushrooms! Why are there no mushrooms! My favorite mushrooms——"

"The mushrooms are here~~~"

Miss Anita Winvey smiled and called back. She had rummaged through the kitchen, found a bunch of various mushrooms and leafy greens. Stalked white mushrooms, round and round grass mushrooms, somewhat deep-colored umbrella mushrooms...

As a caretaker of the God of Nature, the young female priest was very confident in her ability to recognize mushrooms. She hummed a song softly, happily slicing the mushrooms, cutting them into pieces, strips, and stir-frying them with olive oil. Add salt, add black pepper, add butter~~~

Leafy greens were washed, blanched; peas were boiled; cheese was sliced into strips. Bread was cut into uniform, one-centimeter cubes, baked in the oven until hard and crisp, and then mixed with mushrooms, leafy greens, peas, and cheese in a large bowl, stirred evenly:

Forest Mushroom Salad, ready to serve!

Of course, expecting these dishes to fill everyone up was impossible. To feed everyone, that depended on Bernard’s skills:

The barbarian wielded two cleavers, "clang clang" chopped two chickens, a lot of beef, a lot of pork, and poured them all into the pot;

Then added a small pot of potatoes, radishes, onions, sauerkraut, and whatever basil leaves, bay leaves he could grab, just sprinkled a handful down;

Then opened a bottle of wine, regardless of the vineyard or flavor, "ton ton ton" poured half a bottle down;

Covered the pot, simmered on low heat. Hunter’s stew, here we go!

The strange aroma soon "burbled" out.

Everyone chatted and laughed, cooking while watching others’ skills, looking for opportunities to sneak a taste. Of course,

most eyes were still on Garrett:

What would he cook?

This guy, full of bizarre ideas in research, careless in life, grabbing whatever he could stuff into his mouth, what kind of surprise would he bring to this gathering?

Garrett stared blankly at the vegetable basket. To say he’d make a specialty dish, the first thing he thought of was lotus root pork rib soup, every winter, every household would steam a big pot:

The whole lotus root split in half, then cut into several sections, each piece as large as a palm, when bitten into, lotus fibers could smear across a face, powdery and melt-in-the-mouth;

Half a finger-length rib, sparing no expense to add, the meaty aroma could fill the entire house;

A family eating with lotus soup, without other dishes, could eat two large bowls of rice in one meal!

But, this place, there are no lotus roots...

Three delicacies bean skin? Forgive him for not knowing how to make bean skin, even if he knew how, there are no soybeans here;

Hot dry noodles? Sorry, he doesn’t know how to knead dough, roll dough, can’t make suitable noodles;

Soup dumplings? Same reason, he also can’t make dough, and if the dough isn’t good, steaming soup dumplings would probably end up looking very ugly.

So, what to do? It’s not that he couldn’t just slap something together, but that soul-stirring flavor, once evoked, would always linger on the tip of the tongue...

"Garrett, what’s wrong?" At some point, Seraina had already crouched down worriedly next to him. The Silver Dragon lady peeked out her head, carefully observing his complexion, restraining her strength, and gently shaking his arm:

"Can’t cook? If you can’t cook, it’s okay, I’ll share a fish with you, your knife skills are so good, just chop it up—"

"Yes, fish!" Garrett’s eyes lit up, and he suddenly jumped up:

"Come on, watch me make a fish for you to eat!"

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