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- That night -

As Mr. Lienbell returned from the Adventurer's Guild, the evening dinner began as soon as possible.

Tonight, having just come home for a long time, we need to keep making it until Mr. Lienbell is satisfied.

Absolutely necessary to quell Mr. Fallen Angel Lienbel completely.

Naturally, I love the menu, so it's a fried meal.

"It feels like a new step has been taken to change the taste of fried fish from"

Your appetite has gone about 10 steps though.

Stop eating a large serving of rice with two fries from.

I buy rice and bread for money, so it's hard when they're out of stock.

The effect of donating the full amount to the kingdom of Fennel makes me and Tin wordless.

When saving money, I think the first cost of consciousness is the cost of food, but it hurts that I can't get my hands on it here.

Because I've been feeding and boosting my liking, if it's a qualitative meal, they'll hate me.

Especially Mr. Lienbell, who eats a huge amount, usually gets restrictions.

I don't know what that means, about 30 servings per meal.

But I'm happy to see Mr. Lienbell eating like a delicious man.

So much so that I want to contribute more and more dishes to protect this smile.

Serve the fried meat to Mr. Lienbell because it just fried.

It's tin to squeeze the lemon there.

Rough tines with gold from time to time may not care that they've become poor.

Ever since we first met, we've been spending extravagant sums of money to sprinkle.

If it was anything, it would have been as good as handing out food.

And yet, I can't believe you're going to be worried about money.

I realized that the price of raising too many tin points would be huge by now.

Now that the only job is being an adventurer and the world tree has regained stability, the demonic movement is likely to calm down, and the money making stories are diminished.

Of course, being peaceful is a good thing.

Once you've earned guts, you want to make money fast with stampede.

Brilliant Buffalo has also just hunted in large quantities, so there is also the possibility of any more anomalies in the ecosystem.

Knowing nothing of my problems, Mr. Leanbel is going to have a bite to eat.

When I offered Mr. Fiona the empty tea bowl, he was turning over the rice for Mr. Lienbell.

He was quite scared that he was angry, and Mr. Fiona seems desperate for a good mood.

Reliance on the princess, Mr. Fiona, for money is unacceptable to the pride of a man who exists only marginally in me.

Instead, Mr. Fiona and Mr. Lienbell are just friends.

I can't even get Mr. Leanbell to feed me, and it makes me right that I can't rely on him.

In the first place, I think the Fennel Kingdom wants more money.

Then a normal person would think that you could just let Mr. Lienbell himself work as a receptionist.

Unfortunately, I can't do that either.

Because I already know.

That she's sneaking out to various stores and buying and eating with her own money.

Mr. Lienbell's salary is systematically consumed every month and she has no savings whatsoever.

I can tolerate a daily meal for 30 servings is also the result of a mysterious effort to hassle all the bakeries in Freesia behind.

I'm not completely restrained from self-desire, it's just a big meal.

I'm afraid they'll hate me, and I can't be careful.

I'm going to fry the fry from, wondering if it's a man's job to make money after all.

The Fallen Angel Lienbel preached to me for a long time, so I did my best to prepare for the bottom.

I can't take my time at home for the first time in a long time because I didn't have the time to make it.

Because I'm no match for Mr. Leanbell's dietary speed.

I noticed the frying was gone from the top of the plate, and I took out the stir-fry and potato salad that was left in the item box.

It's an operation where you get a little rest on another menu and you get a little satisfaction.

No longer, though, the concept of a meal break is broken.

When I get here, I also face my critical situation.

If the item box is empty, my position as a home-cooked child disappears.

In that case, Tin and Fiona as well as Mr. Lienbell might leave.

I often hear that love can't be bought with money, but sometimes love cools down without money.

As I feel the tonkatsu after time tastes subtle......

When fried from the stand-up, precise tin lemon squeezing is carried out without diffusion, as in the case of machines, and is transported to Mr. Lean Bell.

Whoever sees it is soothing cute to hoof and cold fried from the hot.

I'd like to wait for you to eat one bite and spill the rice in.

S-Rank Adventurer's Goldless Hero, Tin.

I've been promoted to a B-rank adventurer, me with no money.

Fiona, the princess whose budget is cute in reconstruction.

Turn all your paychecks to buy and eat, Mr. Lienbell.

They stood at the entrance to a pattern of becoming unhappy: living in a mansion, even though they all had no money.

It's no joke that you're going to be unhappy when you move from world to world.

My happiness, which I have not yet kissed with my mouth and mouth, has to be fully extended.

Fortunately, I have the means to make money.

Let's get serious tomorrow and work hard on our adventurer activities.

I'm full of heads about the money, but for some reason I haven't seen Mr. Leanbell in a long time. Happy and chesty.

He's been in person since he came to the other world, Mr. Lienbell's presence is huge.

There's Mr. Lienbell in this city, so much so that he wants to come home soon.

More varied dishes, 'cause I want Mr. Lienbell to eat them.

Keep curry and dumplings to yourself for a while though.

Mr. Leenbell, who doesn't know the word full, just finishes his 100th cup of rice and makes a stop once.

Because if I leave it like this, it will last for the next three hours.

I've been involved in a lot of things so far, but the battle with the dark elves is over.

I think this is the best time to celebrate than with one paragraph.

Erase the dishes on the table into the item box and remove the four small plates and the small forks.

Placed in the middle is' Gato Chocolate ', a small, round chocolate cake.

I'm supposed to get the name of my tin party, a sweet treat from the beginning.

I thought it was a weak, feminine party name, but now I like it.

I was hoping to make it for you someday, but I didn't have much time to make it.

I was making it in the kitchen with Kossoli because I was free while Tongkatsu's birthday was taking place in Wangdu.

I don't remember the recipe and I failed a lot though.

To Tama and Cro, who had a jizzy tour, he said, "What a waste! I was so pissed off."

I don't know which one is my master and disciple anymore, but now it's a good memory.

Looking at the finished gato chocolate, the two of them started researching chocolate, so I hope for them in the future.

Naturally, I've partied so far and made a thank you to the tin for protecting me, but for other reasons.

I've decided to get engaged to Mr. Fiona, so a little flying wedding cake...... that's a bit of a target.

There's no cake in this world, so I don't have that kind of culture.

It was officially announced that we would be living together, and we could float a little bit.

Not to Mr. Leanbell... nothing.

I just wanted to feed you, so I thought I'd eat with you.

Yeah, because she's the only one who wants to feed.

"Um, I made Gato chocolate.

In my world, it's a celebration… and it's a treat to eat. "

When I always cooked new dishes and treats, I created them and showed them off with momentum alone.

It's kind of embarrassing to give something you haven't taken the initiative to make out of yourself in a long time.

It sounds good when it comes to surprises, but it's such a handsome thing to do.

It's not something a soy sauce warrior like me would do, and I know it wouldn't suit you to do it.

But I guess I'd have trouble getting my eyes so round......

I'm like a girl. I didn't have a man shard.

Maybe fewer girls can make gato chocolate.

Tin and Mr. Fiona are the ones who shine their eyes on the hall cake they've never even seen.

Intriguing sweets made with luxurious chocolate that was in cookies as chocolate chips.

Meanwhile, Mr. Lienbell dyed his cheeks red and was mozzled against me.

"Um... remember... you gave me, my birthday"

And you knew, didn't you?

Because, of course, you remembered, didn't you?

About your favorite woman's birthday, or if it's your boyfriend, it's natural to know.

Speaking of celebrations, Ri, I thought it was Mr. Lienbell's birthday from the beginning.

Beth, it's not like I didn't know you were upset.

My heart has just been struck by the shame of an angel that lights up.

Damn it... do you think it's some kind of relationship?

I won't forget the birthday of an angel who's been by my side ever since I came to the other world.

Because it's different from the birthday festival of a properly made bowl of cutlets.

To celebrate with all your strength, please also have a coffee with reduced sweetness.

"Kee, I'll cut it up, just keep the plate"

I baffle my heart in vain and give it to you from Mr. Lienbell in "The Lead Role".

Second, when it comes to food, you can't wait for a tin.

Fiona, who is as motherly as a princess, doesn't mind a third.

Of course, the last remainder is for me.

Mr. Lienbell, who received it the earliest, speaks faster than anyone else.

"Mm-hmm! Yummy!

I don't know what to say. It's sweet like bread, but it's thick.

... next year, I wonder if I could get about 30 "

Finally, didn't you say something horrible in a whisper?

I think eating 30 holes of Gato Chocolate is a new world record setting.

It's not even a line to say after dinner at night.

The tin also carries to his mouth as Mr. Leanbell eats his second bite, which looks delicious.

"Murph! A good thick sweetness!

It doesn't just solidify with happiness like truffles, it's easy to eat and improve by using bread dough.

Yet the last mouth is chocolate.

It goes well with a slightly bitter coffee......, you should be a little sweeter "

I'm sorry, you were a betty sweetheart.

After all this time, your tongue is a child.

Mixing with sugar in tin coffee, Mr. Fiona had already spoken of Gato Chocolate.

"This feeling of chocolate sweetness spreading in your mouth......

It tastes like sweet Tatsuya hugging me and stroking my head.

To the strong sweetness that makes me hug even harder, I'm already... "

At what time will only one person enter paranoia?

The two of them are obsessed with Gato Chocolate and haven't noticed it, but it's obviously weird.

Please hit me properly with that desire. [M]

And I'm not that good-looking, so give me a proper hug.

Looking at the three of us eating Gato Chocolate happily for some reason, I have feelings that boil down to two.

I'm sure people call this happiness.

I want to stay with you forever.

I want to live surrounded by three smiles.

Warm up, I want to love each other.

Tonight is Mr. Lienbell's twentieth birthday.

It's going to be a lovely evening, like Gato Chocolate eating on a special night.

"Oh, can I have a large bowl of cutlets?

Hamburgers and croquette bread on the set, please. "

Yeah, it's gonna be a night with you all the time.

I head to the kitchen, praying that the inside of the item box doesn't go empty.

As an additional order after this, you should also give it from the braised corners and prepare the hamburger.

Pudding should also be requested for re-mouthing.

I'd like to see the battle just start.

She thought you could celebrate her birthday, because the pace of eating even more.

Remove the oak meat from the item box to fight harder than the dark elves.

When I started cutting meat for tongkatsu with the hand I was used to, I heard a footprint called Tokotokotoko and the sleeves of my clothes were chong-chong pulled.

"Help"

I'm so glad I kept my tin points up.

Because using fire magic reduces the consumption of demonic stones and saves money on utilities.

"Tomorrow we start asking for the Adventurer Alliance, let's stick to it"

"Yeah, your sister's food is expensive"

I take out the frying pan and fry it after the simultaneous process, thinking that it costs the most to satisfy your sense of justice.

leaning against each other with a tin that sticks to pitch, like a fried coat from.