[Having tasted your Slime Caramel Pudding, the village chief has a bold idea regarding the potential slime infestation that could threaten the village.]
[By turning slimes into a new food source for the village, and controlling their population size, we can not only add another dish to everyone's meals and reduce living costs, but also allow the remaining slimes to purify the environment.]
[This idea, in theory, is a win-win situation: the villagers get food, the environment is protected, and only the world where the slimes are injured is realized.]
However, the next day, when the village chief shared this idea with others, their first thought was...
"Shall we go eat slime? Village chief, are you out of your mind?"
Everyone strongly suspects that the village chief recently went into the woods to pick some poisonous mushrooms, ate them, and then became delirious.
Faced with their questions, the village chief brought out a serving of slime caramel pudding, which he had bought from you.
With tears in her eyes, she let the villagers taste it too.
"Wow, it smells amazing!"
The villagers' answers once again proved the value of the "it smells so good" principle.
In just a few minutes, the village chief's plan was unanimously approved: raising slimes, hunting them, and using them as food has become a unique feature of your village.
To ensure the slimes don't go extinct, you've kept this secret from the people in other villages.
Even when the local sheriff arrived, you all kept quiet.
[Monsters? What monsters? We don't have monsters here, only livestock and crops in the fields.]
The sheriff was puzzled. Almost all the villages under his jurisdiction had encountered monster attacks, but yours hadn't?
However, your tone and attitude were too sincere, and he was indeed fooled.
“They are all simple and friendly villagers, how could they possibly lie to me?”
With this in mind, the sheriff noted the village before him as "temporarily safe, no monster attacks" and went back.
In a village where nothing has happened, he, who has been under immense pressure lately, can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.
He didn't hear the conversation that was taking place between several children not far away.
"El, my family made slime tomato fish soup again today, but it doesn't taste as good as yours."
The friends who played with her complained that the food El cooked was of much higher quality than the others.
"We use the same recipes, it's just a matter of controlling the heat, knife skills, and timing."
Al said that he is just an ordinary cook and doesn't have any special skills.
However, to others, these words were quite Versailles-like.
"What you're saying is completely baffling. I looked at that recipe for ages and it still didn't make sense to me."
"A suitable amount, a little, a moment, thick slices, El, look at these things, are these even human words?"
The boy next to him instantly turned into a dead fish in his eyes; he could understand every single word on the menu.
But it's so strange, how did all these things come together to form a sentence?
What exactly is "appropriate amount"? What does "a little" mean? And what are thick or thin slices?
He was exhausted; he felt only mentally drained by this world where he couldn't understand recipes.
To this, Al simply smiled without saying a word. He sometimes cooks by feel, and some things really can't be made with precision down to the smallest unit.
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