âDad, I want you to stir it in your pan.â\n
I rented a kitchen and started cooking for storage, but Iâm busier than I thought.
Maybe a little too greedy.
But itâs convenient to keep it in a magic bag.
It is too harsh to return to the old dried meat and fruit.
After all, we have to work hard.
âAh, itâs a little burnt!
âDonât worry about it, I donât care about it.â
Iâm glad your father is generous.
Oh, is it okay to burn this?
Iâm supposed to use white sauce for soup⊠well, I guess itâs a little bit okay.
âThe bread is burning. It smells good.â
Chemia gave me baked bread from the oven.
The good aroma of bread spreads softly to the room.
Itâs almost three hours since we started cooking.
Iâm hungry, so Iâm going to reach for bread.
âStill, Iâll think of something interesting. Bread with herbs.â
âAhahah, it seemed deliciousâŠâ
On the night I was taught to make bread, I somehow remembered the bread of my previous life.
One of them was to knead the herbs into the dough and bake them.
It seemed easy, so I tried it, but it was delicious.
So when I got up and mixed it up, Mr. Chemia came to help me.
Chemia and I were in a hurry.
Dadâs âIâm a little strangeâ stung me in the heart.
Stop working on Chemiaâs question, wrapping up six pieces of crumbled bread dough.
âUm, I thought Iâd fill it up and bake it.â
Because she is an unusual child, I blew it out thinking it would be okay even if I did a lot of things.
Thanks to that, there is a line of cooking bread in front of me that I loved in my previous life.
Iâm surprised you put the side dish in the bread.
âIvy, youâre making something interesting again.â
My father, who finished baking the sauced meat, looked at me and smiled bitterly.
Arrange bread wrapped in iron plates, spray with mist, and wait for twice as much fermentation.
âBecause it seemed delicious. I donât think so. Does it look weird?
âWell, a little unusual, but a little unusual.â
âIâm sorry, but I wish I could have said something a little more decent, but âunusualââŠ.â
âAhahaha. I donât care.â
My father laughs at the shock heâs taking.
Soup is ready now. What about the stew? â
âBecause the taste is irritating when it cools, it is still chilled in the pan. When it gets cold, Iâll warm it up and put it in my magic bag.â
Write the name and number of dishes on paper while putting the finished dishes in a magic bag.
This way, you can quickly see what happened and how many are left.
âOkay, I think we can separate them. If the bread in the oven burns, shall we have lunch? Mr. Chemia, why donât you have lunch?
Your father calls out to Mr. Chemia.
âFufu. Riffle said we should have lunch together. What do you think?â
I bowed my neck to Mr Chemiaâs words.
The kitchen is occupied, but is it okay? \nâIâm baking the Four I took down on the third day in the garden. Shall we eat together?
I hear Four is definitely a monster around Hathal Village.
Seeing Chemia, she looks skinny and young, but in her 60s.
âWas Chemia an adventurer?
âWhat? No. I have always been the daughter of this inn. My father begged me to hunt and said,â Iâll crush the inn, so do something to get me some meat. âSo I tried my best to hunt my own food.â
I donât know what kind of monster Four is, but I can hunt him.
âNowadays there are no monsters around this village that canât be hunted.â
Ah, do you even know about the monster climbing the wall?
Iâve been interested since I heard that the monster repellent didnât work.
âThere are monsters that donât work against monsters. Can you hunt that too?
âOh, you mean climbing the wall? Of course you can hunt. Besides that, itâs delicious. So as soon as the alarm goes off, Iâm headed for the wall.â
âUm, whatâs a wall climb?
âHuh? Ah, Iâm used to the way I call it climbing walls, and itâs a monster that doesnât work. The monsterâs name is Folgan, but I used to call it a wall climb in the village before I could name it, so Iâm more familiar with it. Thatâs what you call it.â
You donât have a name because itâs the first monster found in this village?
âOh, it looks like the bread is cooking.â
When I open the oven, the bread on the third day burns.
\nAs usual⊠to someone other than your father?
The rattlers are close, but the shopkeeper has just met and is quite old.
What am I supposed to tell you?
âAh, delicious. The taste of meat is strong.â
I see. This is delicious. â
My father nodded at my words when he was eating next door.
âIsnât that right? Yes! If you still have room in your magic bag, would you like to bring some of Fourâs meat?
You want some food for Mr. Chemia?
I will say it instead of the second time.
âSince I climbed the wall, the number of Four has grown. Itâs easier to hunt, so thereâs plenty of meat.â
Chemia points in a direction as she speaks.
A small building that stands first in the garden.
âItâs a meat-only storage area, but I hunted four of them three days ago, and the room is full. Donât you want it? Can I have it?
In that case, even if you give me a little, will it be okay?
âWell, if Chemia says itâs good, I want it.â
âReally? Can you take it? Thank you.â
âNo, thank you very much. Hey, Dad.â
I got some delicious meat.
Because the flavour is strong, salt alone is delicious enough.
Letâs use Four to make something from this afternoon.