To be fair, quite a few of them had already started coming up with ways to stretch their current and rather ager supply. So proposed slicing the seaweed thinner so each sheet could be used for more rolls, while others began quietly calculating how many als they could reasonably stretch out of the remaining stacks.
But just when they thought the matter only concerned the rolls—
The unintentional influencer spoke again.
This ti, about rice balls.
Balls that, for so unknown reason, were very much triangular in shape.
"???"
Several people visibly froze, stuck on sothing they found relatively ironic.
Because if they were being honest, that shape clearly contradicted the na.
Still, there was no ti to think too deeply about literal translations when they were being introduced to yet another universal treasure.
One that, according to the golden-eyed instructor, even the children could make.
"With sticky rice, there are actually a lot of things we can do," Luca said happily.
He pulled out a sheet of plastic wrap and spread it neatly over the table. Hopefully, in the future, they’d be able to make a few molds so they could improve the experience. But for now, doing it like that should be fine.
"First, we prepare the rice."
Luca sprinkled a little salt onto the plastic wrap before scooping up a warm handful of rice and placing it right in the center.
"The salt helps season the rice a little," he explained, because in general they could even make do with just that and the laver. Based on personal experience, that in itself was very filling and budget-friendly!
But with all their hard work, the dungeon owner thought that everyone deserved to eat more premium ones so he gestured toward the ingredients they had prepared earlier.
"For the fillings, we can use a lot of different things."
He reached for one bowl first.
"This one is shredded tuna."
Luca added a bit of mayonnaise and mixed it together before placing a small portion into the center of the rice.
"This would make a tuna mayo rice ball."
Several people leaned forward imdiately as Luca continued his demonstration.
"As you could probably tell, these are scrambled eggs," he said as he placed so on another mound of rice. "So this one would be an egg rice ball."
Then ca the ham.
"And this one is ham, the sa one we used earlier. But really, we can have other types of at here."
Finally, he reached for the bowl of shredded chicken.
"And of course, chicken works really well too."
Luca paused for a mont before smiling.
"But honestly, we’re not just limited to these. You can even take food you already like and stuff it inside if you want. Then we can even use seasoned rice if you want sothing more exciting!"
Then ca the part that truly caught everyone’s attention.
Luca carefully gathered the plastic wrap around the rice, making sure the filling stayed firmly in the center.
His hands moved gently but confidently as he shaped the rice.
Not into a round ball.
But into a triangle.
Once the shape was ford, he peeled away the plastic wrap and picked up a strip of roasted seaweed.
He wrapped the strip neatly around the bottom of the rice ball before lifting it up for everyone to see.
"Like this."
The finished rice ball looked simple.
But also strangely perfect.
Then again, at that point, they were rather certain that anything Luca held could be said to be perfect in its own way.
"If you want," Luca added while pointing toward several bowls nearby, "you can roll the rice ball in sesa seeds or shredded seaweed."
He shrugged lightly.
"But usually it’s already good like this."
For a mont, everyone simply stared at the triangular marvel.
Then the kitchen suddenly exploded into motion.
Plastic wraps crinkled.
Rice was scooped.
Fillings were grabbed.
One could only imagine the level of intensity filling that kitchen as everyone began shaping their own rice balls.
It didn’t take long before the conversation shifted toward sothing far more serious.
Supply.
Demand.
Being painfully aware of their situation was one thing. The more important thing was clearly what they were intending to do about their dilemma.
"Is it possible to harvest seaweed regularly?"
"We should set shifts."
"Yes, rotations."
"How many people can dive at once?"
"Can we harvest at night?"
"How fast does seaweed grow?"
The discussion escalated quickly, to the point where several people had already begun drafting a schedule for underwater harvesting based on the elders’ preliminary observations. They would need to study it more but were certain they would co up with sothing because there was nothing greater than this kind of incentive.
Eventually, their attention turned toward one particular dwarf.
Cece.
She imdiately noticed.
"...What?"
Questions ca flying from everywhere.
"What about the drying equipnt?"
"Would it be possible to make them?"
"What materials do you need to make them?"
Cece stared at them all for a long mont.
Then she sighed deeply.
"Obviously I’ll have to co up with sothing," she said flatly. "Even if the world burns tomorrow."
She folded her arms.
"So maybe worry about sothing else."
The group nodded thoughtfully as if temporarily satisfied with such a reassurance.
Who would have thought they would have such an eventful morning?
anwhile, Luca listened to everyone whispering among themselves while quietly taking a bite of his own rice ball.
He was simply glad that everyone seed to enjoy what they had discovered during their little exploration.
But the thought made him pause.
If this much was already amazing...
Just what more would they discover once the dungeon barriers were lifted?
"Host! Good things!" D-29 suddenly announced.
The system had clearly been listening.
"I believe we’d be able to find more good things!"
The little system sounded extrely confident.
If nothing else, the great little system would improve once again, so how could it be anything other than great?
Luca nodded thoughtfully while chewing his rice ball.
"Then I guess it would be better to start with all the harvesting," he said.
He swallowed before continuing.
"With the Queen of the Night’s fruit maturing well on schedule, we should be able to upgrade soon, no?"
Yes, most definitely.
He just needed to survive a teeny tiny hiccup.
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