Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

First of all, it's simply "cooked soil pot rice". Difficult things can only be done once they are easy.

That said, there's very little I can do. The earthen pot was made by telling John the image, and I leave it to Luca to cook it up. Anyway, I can't help it because I don't know how to cook rice in a dirt pot. The cooker did it all in my last life. I just remember fragments of the words' make me suck water ',' cook on high heat 'and' steam '. I remember "IH," too, but I don't know what that means. Living alone with a man is such a thing.

I wish I had remembered more cooking in my previous life. That way I might not have had trouble eating even if I was reincarnated. No, don't you usually think of 'learn to cook because you might be reincarnated'?

"I'm sorry, Master Beat. I'm a little burned."

"Yeah, that's it! This burning place is delicious! Perfect!

"Well, really? It would be nice if it was done properly."

Luca cooked up the rice beautifully, even though she could only give us half this information. The burnt area also looks very delicious due to its tight colour.

"Somehow, you smell like sweet, strange smell."

"I feel like I've smelled it somewhere... what is it, this smell?

"Mia... I remember Mia! It's my new baby's zero inch!

"Oh, that's it! What do you mean, we're going to eat!

"Ugh!? Sorry..."

"... halved deliciousness"

Anja, don't tell me! Sure, I hear a lot about the smell on the sole. But no offense, you don't have to say anything now! There's no point in Samantha getting angry.

Well, if it cools a little, the smell will fade. Then you can eat.

Grilled fish for rice. I wish I had soy sauce! What is it, they were just beginning to produce soybeans, and unfortunately Jerkin didn't have any soy sauce either. I can't help it, so today it's a salt grill of dried green fish that resembles a magpie that doesn't need soy sauce. This will go well with the rice, so no problem. Let's hang some fruit squeeze juice like a halfway between lemon and vinegar orange.

I wish I had miso soup after that. But Luca's special salty mushroom soup doesn't look like tidal juice either.

This dedication includes stewed pork meat and root vegetables, and Germanic potato-style mori potatoes. Mmm, looks delicious.

Whatever it is, it's been a long time since I've had Japanese food. Do you want me to taste it carefully?

"Has everyone gone over? Okay, I'll take it!

"" "" "" "I'll have it! Wah!

With the charred rice served in the rice shredded from the stiff tree branches of the Great Forest and the chopsticks shredded from the same wood, first you only get one mouthful of rice.

The rice flavor that spreads as soon as it's in your mouth, the slightly stiff, dusty texture, and the sweetness that seeps through every (every) bite - oh, rice. It tastes Japanese.

After chewing a few times and swallowing, the next thing you know, take a piece of dried food, put it on rice, and then transport it with you to your mouth. Dried salt air gives sweetness to rice, and fish flavored tangled rice stimulates appetite by the time it is violent. And yet, the squeezed juice of the shaken fruit is what washes the finish off sappily, making me want to eat my next mouth right away. Delicious.

"This is... terribly good food for fish."

"I can't let it taste that good, but I can't stop forking it when I eat it with dried food."

"Yummy! Yummy! Just the fish is delicious, but the fish tastes better when eaten with this one!

Everyone has a higher rating than expected. Good thing. It's just, so far, you've only got enough in stock to take it from Jerkin. If it's gone, that's it.

Maybe we can get it in the deal when the war is over. Let's ask Mr. Tonerico of the King's Capital then. Wouldn't the war be over soon?

By then, let everyone learn how to use chopsticks. After all, I want Japanese food to be eaten with chopsticks. Japanese food.

"See you, Luca. Please."

"Yes, I'll bring it"

Ask Luca to bring the last dish around the end of the meal where everyone was served. Luca smiles and heads to the kitchen.

"Do you still have it? I'm so hungry."

"... Kepu"

Daisy leaks a cute gep. It's uncomfortable being Osama, but it's strange because I find it adorable to be a beautiful girl.

"Oh. It's not that much. I'm sure you'll be fine."

Luca returns to the basin with a pack of people. The big one is for Woo. Woo was the only demonic meat of the day, but I'm only going to feed you the same thing as everyone else.

"Is this... baked fish loose on rice?

"I'm on top of that, I slit down the skin of the fruit earlier, didn't I?

"Oh, my God, you're so much the same as what you just ate."

"No, no, because this isn't finished as a dish yet. This is the dish to be done on the table."

Then Luca brings in a large white teapot. It's a little rounded, teapot like a yakan. I had John make this too. I knew dirt magic was handy.

For the record, 3D and teapots are actually deeply related, and since 3D was announced as an example when it was just dawn, it's very often used as the subject matter when new methods are announced. I used to be made in college classes early in school. It's an intricate design with intertwined curves, so trying to make it clean is surprisingly difficult. I miss everything.

From a teapot like that, Luca pours tea all around. It is not normal tea, the fragrant smell rises.

This is bean tea with fried soybeans. I didn't use soybeans for today's menu, but I got them in the corner, so I prepared them for you at the end.

Spread just a little sesame seeds on the rise of the hot air. This completes a dish of dried tea.

"It's not risotto, it's not soup, it's a strange tooth and it's over your throat."

"I can feel rice, sesame seeds and fish if I chew them, but when I swallow them, they go thru my throat... this sucks, I can eat as much as I want"

"This bean tea. Yeah. The flavour is not too intense or too thin, and the aroma gives me an appetite for texture."

"Oh, you're in a strange and elegant harmony, even though it's a simple flavor"

"This is delicious too! I see new fish possibilities! I told everyone in my parents!

"... this is another belly"

Um, everyone seems satisfied, more importantly. Spread the Japanese culture at this rate!

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One day about ten days went by as I went and went with the dungeons and doltons like that, changes finally happened to Seylan's eggs. I finally got a crack in my shell!

Ever since I started sleeping with him, the eggs had grown up visibly fast. It still seems to absorb magic without a doubt. It was about a meter in diameter, so I thought it might be time to hatch.

Place the eggs on the table in the living room, surrounded by everyone to watch what happens.

"I'm thrilled, I will"

"(Kokukoku)"

"Expectations"

"I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of child you'll have."

The foursome child servants are intriguing too. It seems that raising creatures is also good for emotional education. You should definitely be present at that birth moment as well. I'm only worried about being born a demon, but I seem to be doing well with Woo, and if anything, I'll do whatever I can to protect him. Kids matter.

"You're nervous."

"No matter how much you were born, you're a monster. Don't let it get you out of your mind."

"I think it would be fine if I had a beet solder. Just in case, we're worried."

"... View"

Everyone is willing to protect their children. Daisy's "see" would mean using the intrinsic magic "prefetch". A one-on-one circumstance is magic that demonstrates the strength of a rebellious class. Comfortable.

"You'll be born!

When he regained consciousness to the egg with Anya's voice, he kicked a grown crack and his leg popped out. It's a big yellow bird's leg with kicking claws. It looks like a chicken.

The feet pull into the shell and the pulls and eggs shake for a while. Pull-pull... Pull-pull... that's a long tattoo. The moment I thought so, the eggs went up and down in two straight.

"Peep!"

A born chick produces a voice with a half shell on her torso.

"Wow!"

"(Humph)"

"I was born!

"Excited!"

The foursome child servants are very excited. But it could be dangerous, so I ask everyone to keep it away from the table.

I'm the only one approaching a freshly born chick. Without particularly alarming me, the chick is mozzled to take the shell. Grabbing the shell and lifting it, my cloudless, clear, dark blue eyes stare at me.

"Peep!"

The chick crawls down the table and comes closer to me. I feel nervous running at everyone holding back behind me. And the chick looks at me,

"Pee! Papa!

That's what the Sai Lane chick, who had the same dark blue hair as her eyes, looked like a five-year-old when she was human, said to me.

... Daddy? Me? At eight?