After a satisfying breakfast, I leaned back in the chair, gazing at the half-open window. The morning sunlight lit up the wooden floor, casting a warm glow on the bags of ingredients I'd just bought. On the table, the neatly wrapped giant boar belly looked mouthwatering. Beside it sat coarse salt, black pepper, and the ridiculously expensive sugar like a trio of miniature treasures.
"All right," I murmured, patting my cheeks. "Let's begin this bacon experiment."
I stood up and began arranging the ingredients on the table. No modern stove or refrigerator like back in my old world, but at least the small kitchen corner in this inn room had a prep table, a stone cutting board, a sharp knife, and a simple hearth in the corner. Well, this is a fantasy world no point hoping for high-tech stuff.
Step one: inspect the meat.
