23 Whats cookin (1/2)

Harrison was being a bit shameless towards Sheina as he got to know her better. She was after all the one at fault with constant innuendos flowing his way. He liked her a lot even though they spent only two entire days together. She was his first friend in this world and it did not hurt she was stunning in appearance and so far he could find nothing negative about her character either.

After breakfast they continued with their lessons and Harrison was writing words as Sheina told them out loud. Paper and scrolls were quite expensive in this world so they used a part of the courtyard with fine sand and a short stick for a medium.

Harrison's vocabulary was increasing at an astonishing rate and he seldom made mistakes since the words Sheina spoke were very distinct not like some languages like English where some words needed to be learned by heart to for you to write them correctly.

His high intellect and systems learning ability made the language lessons feel like a piece of cake to him.

The lunch hour quickly came and Sheina was more fatigued from the lessons than he was. Lunch was an unknown stew with something resembling bread. Shalmoon was not home, so it was only Sheina and himself. They passed the time while eating by Sheina asking him words trough the sphere and Harrison translated them into the local language. He did not make any mistakes except a few curveballs Sheina threw at him. She asked him words he had not yet learned so all he could do was stare at the mischievous girl.

With everything that happened yesterday and the morning Harrison didn't pay much attention to the cutlery but he looked at the somewhat heavy spoon in his hand now. They made the crude spoons of some silvery metal. They didn't look nice, but they did their job. He had a feeling he never ate with such ugly cutlery in his entire life.

After lunch Sheina excused herself and returned the sphere to Harrison. As he had nothing better to do, he went to bother the cooks. Harrison slowly went through the door he saw the waiter using to deliver the food to the dinning room and found two cooks scrubbing pots and pans.

As he looked around they haven't noticed him as they were too concentrated on their work and also made a lot of noise. The cooking tools were a crude like you might find in the European households before electrification ad use of gas. There was an enormous fireplace that looked like a pizza oven and a wood stove with a big metallic surface for pots. The two cooks were at a sink filled with water scrubbing the pots with brooms without a detergent.

As he came closer, they finally noticed him.

”Aka sha!” Harrison greeted.

Both cooks looked at him with fear as the only time such well-dressed people came into the kitchen was to yell at them or had unreasonable demands.

The shorter and fatter one had grey hair and red cheeks and had put on a friendly smile.

The tall one had black hair, thick black eyebrows, and he looked concerned at him.

”Aka sha!” They both said in unison bowed and looked at eachother then back at Harrison.

Harrison gave the one with a friendly smile the sphere and the cook nervously accepted and looked at it.

'Is this some kind of egg he wants us to cook? What is this? Who is he?' All sorts of thoughts were running through the cook's head.

”Hello, I am a guest of Shalmoon and Sheina and this is a translation sphere. It translates what I am saying into your language. The other cook probably can't understand me, so could you please translate it for him?” Harrison explained.

The cook with the sphere was frightened, and the other one looked at Harrison with a dumbfounded expression. He soon got an explanation from the cook with the sphere.

”Sir, my name is Gordo, and this is Fergun. What can we do for you?” The cook nervously said.

”I was wondering if I could cook dinner here?” Harrison said.

”You want to cook dinner? Did you find our meals unsatisfactory?” Gordo asked with concern.

”No. No. The food was quite good. I just want to surprise the baron and Sheina with something I cook myself as a way to say thank you.” Harrison replied even though his first meal was far from good.

”Sure. Sure I am sure his lordship will appreciate your gesture.” Gordo said with reluctance.

He was unsure of the cooking skills of this twelve-year-old boy but since he was a guest of the baron, he could only concede to his demands if they were not totally over the top.

”I will bring the main ingredient shortly. Can you prepare some knives to butcher it?” Harrison asked with a smile.

”Sure. You can bring the carcass here and we will butcher it according to your requests.” Gordo said.

”Do you have a sack I could borrow?” Harrison remembered the animal he was thinking of was still probably dripping blood.

Gordo found a somewhat clean sack, and Harrison left them. Gordo hurriedly explained to Fergun what the intruder wanted and got strange looks in return.

Harrison left the kitchen then went outside and found a secluded space where no one could see him and put one of the wolfbit, as he named them, carcasses directly into the sack and went back.

The animal must have weighed 40 kilograms, and he was holding it in front of him so he would not dirty his clothes with the blood that was still coming out of his skull. Even though he could clean his clothes fast, he didn't want to waste energy which has now become a limited resource.