Afterwork hours had once again begun in Alterra, and every commercial street was livelier than the other. What was interesting to observe, with the increasing number of aborigines becoming citizens, was how the cultures meshed together.
One face was Culinary fusion, and one of the people who was doing it best so far was none other than the Gold’s former cook, Koro.
They had asked him to live his own life, and told him he wasn’t their servant anymore. He was reluctant, but he had also seen how... carefree life was here and how the Golds wouldn’t need him anymore.
If he insisted, maybe he’d just seem like he was trying to attach himself to them. He was still sad, though. After all, he grew up with them and didn’t know anything else other than preparing food for them.
However, a few days ago, they gave him a gift: a stall in the marketplace as thanks for his service.
They had wanted to give him a shophouse, but they were all rented out. Fortunately, there were still some openings in the Marketplace.
Anyway, it would also be a good thing to start small and focus on improving his craft and understanding of the market before actually expanding to an actual shop.
His offerings were some local snacks made from the local materials like the Flute Plant, creating a unique texture that was definitely not like the bread made by the System Restaurant.
Combined with the sauces of Alterra, it created a different taste and texture, which the exploratory Alterrans welcomed very much.
Although the locals really didn’t have enough spark in their flavoring, they at least had generations to improve what they did have.
It gave a unique taste of two cultures, making it quite popular shop, so only a few days after opening it, he already got queues during peak hours.
One of the peak hours was in the late evening times, which was a late snack period for many. His special bread was very light in the stomach, but also comfortable to eat, making it a perfect late-night snack.
"Good job," Otto said as he bought one.
Koro flinched when he realized who it was. "You didn’t have to line up, Mast—" he paused when he received Otto’s look. "Mister Otto," he said. "I could’ve given you one."
"No, it’s fun being like everyone else," he said, taking the snack wrapped in thin paper. He tasted it and nodded in approval. "Continue innovating," he said, "This is the best place to grow."
Koro’s smiled, heart warm. "Yes, sir."
There would also be Olga and Hilda’s new store, which was set up in the house they bought.
After shifting residences and getting the required contribution points, they had the right of first refusal regarding the purchase of the unit, so naturally they bought it as soon as they got enough points to do so.
Classes had just ended today and the two women and a helper they hired arranged the items so they were ready for the class tomorrow.
Hilda couldn’t help but feel melancholy. "To be honest, I was not sure how our first class would go," she said, resting the back of her head on the comfortable armchair.
Olga chuckled, remembering what happened.
They did not expect their enrolled students—their slots had a maximum of 10 per session—would be so... interested.
They were genuinely willing to learn what they had to say. Many even had notebooks ready.
Such a difference indeed.
In Bleulle, there were classes in the academy that taught various customs and the like of powerful cities. This was needed to be able to do well in the circle. In these classes, there were also subjects about the general culture and political structures in another City, so they could interact better with them.
However, in the academies, people only learned to look better—nothing else. They barely applied what they learned if they deemed to person they were interacting with unworthy of the effort.
For instance, a noble would learn about another City’s ways of greeting. However, if they met someone of lower stature from that City, they would not bother adopting what they learned at all.
In contrast, these people asked so many questions—some were deep and insightful—as if truly wanting to understand.
Yes, indeed, why was it like that?
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