My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon

Chapter 422

Chapter 422Regret

I got out of the kei van I'd been sleeping in, walked through the garden filled with morning haze, and washed my face with the cold water from the well.

Ahh... but still, yesterday was a shock. Why were Cockatrice monsters in the chicken coop? And two of them, at that.

However... that's that.

It seems those two Cockatrices were also thrown into our unfamiliar world and were terribly confused and exhausted. Seeing the chickens living happily, cared for by Grandpa, they probably felt envious, and it seems they slipped into the coop seeking a safe haven.

The fact that a weasel or something had been following them seems to have been a coincidence.

This is just speculation, but the fact that the two Cockatrices accepted being tamed so easily probably means that's what happened.

But when I think about what could have happened if this hadn't gone well, it sends a real shiver down my spine. Having to face two Gold-class monsters would be like having a boss fight right next to the main house. The damage would undoubtedly have been immense.

So, in that sense, we were very fortunate.

By the way, the cardified Cockatrices are currently stored in the drawer of the Buddhist altar in the main house. Well, I said to please keep them safe for now so we don't lose them, and then Grandpa went and put them in there.Well, anyway, this means the immediate crisis has passed.

But if Taro had noticed, I wish he'd told me. How cold of him. But then again, the opponent was a monster of a higher rank than even Taro. Maybe they had already infiltrated by the time he noticed. My familiars were on alert too, but they didn't notice the Cockatrices either.

Perhaps Taro judged it would be bad to act carelessly and decided to watch and wait quietly.

But still... I know he's smart, but I wish he wouldn't use me as bait to gauge their reaction. Well, everything turned out fine in the end, so I'll let it go.

Also, this is late, but last night's dinner was fun too.

Even after all that trouble, which made me break out in a cold sweat, everyone who had played to their heart's content was starving and eagerly awaiting the meal.

That's when Miracle Chef E's skills shone.

He coated the gigaboar meat, quickly dipped in egg wash, with a faux breadcrumb mix of rice flour and kinako blended just right, then elegantly dropped it into the oil.

And then... he made fried gigaboar meat.

Yeah, I kinda thought it would feel more like breadcrumbs, with the kinako lingering in your mouth or something, but it was just straight-up fried chicken... or well, fried boar.

And then the twins, Masa-kun and Yuki-kun, delivered a double whammy with, "You said it was kushikatsu, but this is just fried meat!" A moment of complete defeat for Miracle Chef E.

But then, a goddess of salvation appeared.

Nina-san sautéed some garlic chives growing nearby with the gigaboar meat in a strong seasoning, used that as filling to make steamed buns with ground rice flour, and then fried them in oil to make the outside crispy, creating a delicious dish you'd expect to find at a proper dim sum place.

The twins were overjoyed with this. They repeatedly exclaimed "Delicious! Delicious!" over their older sister's home cooking, looking utterly pleased.

I also had one of those buns. The moment I bit into it, there was a fragrant, crispy texture. But immediately after, a pleasantly chewy, slightly sweet rice flavor followed, and then the punchy, strongly seasoned garlic chive and gigaboar meat spread juicily throughout my mouth. It was so delicious that any foodie emperor would undoubtedly shoot a beam from their mouth.

Grr... well, I lost. Miracle Chef E, who was too fixated on the "kushikatsu" constraint, was completely defeated.

Nina-san, on the other hand, instantly assessed the ingredients on hand and started cooking, thinking, "Ah, with this and this, I can make that." We lost due to the difference in improvisational skills. As expected from someone used to cooking for themselves and living frugally.

How vexing.

If only I had the free-spirited creativity to write "Chahan" with ketchup on an omelet and call it Yakisoba... this is truly the height of regret.

Well, after that, it turned into a creative cooking party with everyone making gyoza-like things, so dinner ended up being quite fun and lively.