Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 343 Preparing Ingredients

"Let's have a cooking competition," Howard said.

"I was the one who proposed the content of this competition. Although you said there would be no restrictions, it would be better to clarify the specific method of competition and how the winner will be determined."

"What do you think about this? About the rules of winning and losing." Harden asked back.

Howard said confidently, "I only have one request, and that is not to limit the types of food you make. Everything else is up to you."

"Are you so confident?" Harden asked, becoming interested. "Do you intend to resort to some extraordinary measures?"

"Unconventional methods...are you worried I'm cheating?" Howard shrugged and said, "How can I cheat when it comes to cooking? I can't bribe the referee."

"The only thing I can rely on is my best dish." Howard then said with a firm look, "Even gods would be fascinated by its flavor."

"So, as long as you can let me make this dish, everything else is up to you."

"Interesting, interesting." Harden nodded repeatedly: "I didn't have high expectations for this competition, but you made it interesting for me."

"I will choose ten orcs to be referees. They will be selected by lottery, blindfolded, and locked in an iron box. They will not be released until we are finished and taste the food we make." Harden explained his rules:

"The food we make will be judged blindly, and the one with the most points will win. How about that?" Harden asked Howard for his opinion.

"No problem." Howard said, "But I have another request on top of that."

"Please say."

"The judges you choose must also cover their eyes during the blind judging, and the food we prepare must be divided into cubes of equal size," Howard said. "After all, we are from different races, and the style and appearance of our food are bound to be very different, and these differences are easily distinguishable with the naked eye."

"Even if you are objective and fair, how can you guarantee that these orc judges you choose will not be biased towards you?"

"Don't you have full confidence in the food you are going to make?" Harden asked back.

"I am confident, but I also know that what I make still belongs to the category of food. It cannot forcibly control the thoughts of diners. Diners can find faults or lie, and I have no control over this."

"I promise you." Harden nodded, and then he added: "You can also appoint your people to be the referee."

Howard paused for two seconds, recalling the appearance of the beast popcorn, and then declined Harden's proposal. He then bowed to the wise beastman and said, "That's all."

"Very good." After confirming the rules, Harden waved to the orcs on the other side and shouted, "Move your stuff in!"

The door of the cooling tower opened wide, and a group of orc boys rushed in with strange cries, bringing the necessary ingredients for the competition.

The first thing that was sent in was a Squig tied in an iron cage. This Squig was bigger than a rhinoceros, and its body was covered with horns and tumors. Even though it was tied with several thick iron chains and was about to become a meal for the orcs, it did not look afraid at all. It struggled and roared in the cage, and the chains that tied it were shaking and making noises.

The second food delivered was a giant mollusk, which was more than ten meters long including its tentacles. After leaving the water, this big monster could only lie limp on the wooden cart, blowing bubbles and occasionally twitching its tentacles. Its huge eyes were deformed due to being squeezed, and its body was covered with a layer of turbid and smelly mucus.

This surprised Howard. In fact, he should have felt something was wrong when he dug out the fried tentacles from the popcorn. The natural water sources on the surface of this planet had long dried up, so where did these mollusks live?

However, what these orc boys would not tell Howard was that there was a "lake" right on the edge of the Blackwater Section, but the liquid in the lake was not water but toxic industrial waste.

But in this harsh environment, the mollusk still survived and turned the wastewater lake into its hunting ground.

A few days ago, Arthur and his friends escaped by jumping into this wastewater lake. However, in the process, Arthur and his friends had no idea that they had entered the territory of this kind of aquatic monster, which was lucky for them.

In addition to the two highlights, Scrooges and aquatic monsters, the orc boys also brought a piece of rotten wood covered with mushrooms, barrels of special orc sauces, and various pots and jars.

While waiting for the food to be delivered, the orc engineers were also busy setting up the venue for the third cooking competition. They used scrap metal to build two highly adapted cooking tables for Harden and Howard respectively, and connected the fuel and water pipes.

Howard turned on the rusty brass faucet, but what came out was more like mud than water, so Howard could only keep the faucet open to see if it would become clearer after a while. Then he turned on the gas stove, and the yellow flames shot up and almost burned his hair.

At this moment, the last batch of guys delivering food rushed in. This time, what they were dragging behind their vehicle that always made a harsh noise was not a cage or a piece of wood, nor some strange-looking creature, but a huge container.

The outer layer of the container was covered with a thick layer of frost, and cold air was still emitting out.

Seeing the container being delivered, Harden stopped the work of adapting the kitchen utensils and called Howard over.

"This is what I prepared for you," Harden said. The orc then ripped open the door of the frozen container. "Please."

The sudden burst of cold air from the container and the ice fragments flying everywhere because the door was torn open made Howard cover his face and step back a few steps. However, when the cold air in the container dissipated, the contents inside gradually appeared in his eyes.

This was a refrigerated container filled with food, and not the abstract food of the orcs, but real human food. Howard saw piles of beans and barley in cloth bags, as well as meat hanging from the edge of the container and frozen on the wall.

Howard walked into the container. In addition to the staple food and meat he saw outside, there were also various canned drinks and spices essential for cooking. However, these cans were generally swollen and cracked due to excessive freezing. However, judging from the shape of these cans, they had been frozen like this all the time, so even if there was some damage, the problem was not serious.

In short, this orc performed magic and got Howard such a large container of human food in the orc-occupied area.

"Where did these come from?" Howard asked, looking at the exit of the container.

Harden did not come in with him because although the container was large enough for Howard, it was still too narrow and crowded for the orc.

"When we seized this land, humans were unable to take everything with them before escaping," Harden gave a simple answer.

Howard: "I understand."

"All the human food I can provide is here. Do you need anything else?" Harden asked again.

"No, that's enough." Howard said, "Let's get started."