Life with my Little Sister

The board I put down was, first of all, a simple Acer eyelid.

If I hadn't carved the animals in the way Fee asked, they wouldn't have tasted or been amazing.

The two types of commas I brought are white and black rugged.

"Shall we start with an easy-to-understand fifth order?"

Let's do it, but I'll just explain the rules, and I won't have to go into battle.

The first thing is for Clara to enjoy herself.

Phee and her mother did that, so you can have a rotation with the daughter of the textile inquirer for the three of us.

The fifth line was a game where Myangel and Watercolor had a crush on Kishkud Island, so they created it as a souvenir.

Simple but deep, it should be suitable for beginners of board games as well.

Explain the rules properly.

"Ho. It's funny how you just line up commas. At first, I thought I'd brought you a reversal."

Your recluse is nodding intriguingly.

That's right.

Unfortunately, Reversi already exists in this world.

Therefore, I cannot make money selling it.

"The comma is black and white, so if you change it from time to time, you can also play Reversi."

Note that the comma of reversi in this world is not round.

Because you don't have to.

Making 'round' in the first place is not suitable for increasing production over time.

Thus, reversing here is dominated by commas of easily machined squares.

However, the black and white commas I brought this time are made round.

The reason for this is that I wanted to make it elaborate because it's a gift for Mim.

Then there's one thing that combines the practice of woodworking.

And in the fifth order, it is one thing that it would be easier to see round.

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Clara, who should have been held by her mother and looked uncomfortable, stares at the board jiggly.

Apparently, you got me interested.

"Well, at first, Clara and I will do it in Phee."

"Yes! Phew, good luck! You win, you get a reward kiss!

When are we going to talk about that...

Clara, on the other hand, is surprised by her sudden nomination.

"Oh, you know, I've never done anything like this before, so..."

"It's just a game, isn't it? Let's take it easy."

"If I didn't bet anything, I'd lose my mind..."

Sha La Pu, textile inquirer.

And there comes a mundane high elf with a basin with pudding on it.

"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. You can finally serve the pudding ahead of 'just one'. Because of this, let's present it to the winner of this game."

You definitely came here to oil the fire, didn't you?

That smile of a nimmari, evil itself, right?

And the daughter of the textile inquirer is happy to see the pudding, hearing that it's a winner product, and then dropping her shoulder.

If you strip the veil called People-Friendly, maybe it's an outgoing normal girl.

(Tell Phee that if I give Clara the win... I can't... can I?

My sister in her arms has a rough nose when she fluffs.

"Kyuuuuuuuuuuu! Phew, if you win, you can kiss me, and you can eat pudding! Uh, you can do it! Phew, we'll definitely win. Heh!

High body temperatures are transmitted from the stuck body.

My Sister is on fire.

There's no way you can hold back like me.

(I have no choice. I'll join the game after next time too, and if I win, I'll give the pudding to Clara)

That's how it started, a five-eyed match.

The war went up in arms to Phee, who is naturally an 'experienced', but I was surprised to see Clara's batter.

I was fighting for it.

I never said 'put it down properly', which is specific to young children.

Even though he was inexperienced and didn't know the Stone, he had a good fight with My Angel.

What if she's a pretty smart kid?

"Yes! Phew, I won! Praise and praise?

The angel in my arms is looking up at me with his eyes full of expectations.

This girl worked hard with this girl.

It would be foolish to say to a four-year-old, "Read the air" or "Give him a break."

"Right. That's great, Fee."

"KIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! Phew, you praised me for...!

Dehedehe and Myangel laughed as he stroked his head.

Mis leaves the spoon and pudding, the winning prize, in front of her sister.

"Brilliant. Let's call it exactly what you do. I'm impressed with this missus."

Knock...!

A twisted high elf of character.

"Al. Now, shall we play with your mother?

To comfort Clara. My mother winks at me.

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I snorted at my mother's intention.

"Hmm... In this case, should I be on guard here...?

"No, no, mother. Or I'll attack you from this side, right?

We'll give a fifth line of commentary in a radish play that's not far from Cyril's uniform.

Fee doesn't even look at the board or anything because she eats pudding while she is ahem, but the daughter of the textile inquirer listens seriously to the conversation and stares at the comma on the board.

As it is, I will teach you the five-eyed stones and basic tactics.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!

And I held up deliberately.

My sister on my lap kissed me a lot.

"Oh, don't be depressed. Phew will kiss you! I'll take your vengeance!

You're brave and brave, but your opponent isn't your mother, is he?

"Yes, Clara. You can have some pudding, okay?

"Huh...? Oh, well, this was won by Mr. Lucica..."

"Yes, but only now, I'm not hungry."

My mother, you have a smile on your face, right?

Because it's just Phee's mom, and she's supposed to be Jen, who loves sweets.

I guess I can't do it for Clara.

"So, but..."

"Clara. Take it. That's not polite."

Clara nodded with a complicated look as she said so after the recluse gave her mother a meeting.

"Yes, Grandpa. - Mr. Lüssica. Oh, thank you......"

"Nfu. Kids don't smile any time, do they?

Though I say, my hand grabbing Mother's pudding is shaking unconcerned and puffy, but I guess I should pretend not to look there.

"Ahhhh... This is the pudding I even dreamed of... Huh!

Clara sees a treat put on a cheap spoon and is in a trance.

(Even though it doesn't look anything like the outside, you kind of look like your village daughter is wearing it properly...)

One, from this Royal Village.

One, she's the daughter of a textile inquirer, and there must be a lot of separation between her identities.

Clara carries the keys to her mouth.

It works so beautifully.

It feels perfect, graceful, noble and aristocratic, like 'Mia when I mean it'.

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"

And close your eyes and sift.

My whole body is trembling.

"Ku, um... Huh! Oh, delicious...... Huh! Delicious...... Huh! I can't believe all this stuff was in this world... Huh!

I think Pudding is definitely awarded a 'Kids Special Attack'.

You're doing what Phee and her mother did to Clara and we ate ourselves.

"Miuuuuu......! Ha... Phew! Phew, I want more pudding too......!

"If you win, I'll come out. If you win..."

A wasting elf puts in an unnecessary stir.

Or feed them all!

"Miu! Phew, win! Phew, win the battle and praise me again! Pudding, uh, get it done!

"We can't lose this sweet heavenly flavor again..."

On the other hand, your daughter's words of a textile inquirer seemed to spill her determination to herself, not a declaration to others - a reward for Fee.

Looks like you liked the pudding.

Behind her, Mr. Mitchemon narrows his eyes and nods, whether he was happy that his granddaughter had exposed her aggressiveness.

This guy also looks like a rough grandson skiing.

That's how the toddler confrontation begins again.

Fee is willing to win again this time, but is it something that will fulfill and go well?

Daughter of a textile inquirer - From "Granddaughter," a strange aura seemed to be standing up.