Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

As I was arranging plates on the long table and putting bonito in the pan, the Diamond Squad came back somewhat noisy.

Ta-da! and the momentum opened, and they, familiar in the labyrinth, put together vibrant yukata.

Especially the dark elves. They were passionate about how great the massage was, but those blue eyes look at us and circle.

"Welcome back, everyone. Did you enjoy your bath?

"Oh, Cuz, you and Marie! Uh, is this coming now? Nihon dishes coming up for the bath? Hey, hey, you got a beer?

Wow, as soon as I saw the food, I was in a good mood.

You're gonna hug Dosun on my shoulder and Marie's shoulder, but you shouldn't get in the way of cooking.

Of course, beer is purchased, and the specialty of the port town of Ozroy is chilled into the kinks. And I tell him, "Yay!" Eve delighted to make a small leap.

Everyone around me is decent, but from now on, I'm gonna entertain you to the bone marrow. Hey, etc., me and the elf giggle.

Through this meal, I'll tell you plenty about the charm of the mansion, and if it interests you, I might scout you as an employee.

But for Puselli, the master, he has been kneeling with his collar corrected, wondering about the situation of exhaustion.

"I'm sorry, I can't believe you're cooking for the same offensive team as us."

"No, because of this, enjoy it thoughtfully. We used to be welcomed at the Black Rose Hall, and I'd love it if you liked this mansion."

Ugh, you can stay and live like this. The lower heart, for example, is hidden beneath the skin of the surface like a salaried person.

Hmm, social experience is something that helps sometimes, too.

Now, when the base is prepared with miso, liquor, and mirin, the room is surrounded by a fluffy and gentle atmosphere. The bottom of the pan is easy, but I wonder if this kind of deep aroma is unusual in the first place.

Everyone sat down at a table of digging winds to surround them and gathered their gaze at something called bizarre pot dishes.

I need about three pots on the long table to deal with as many as eight women, and with Marie I carry the ingredients or adjust the firefighting.

and the pussy squeaking looking at the state of it, and the dark elf reacted.

"It's kind of like a little couple and it's adorable, dressed to match. Yeah, you mean cooking clothes."

"That one's turning red. You think I want to get married? Haha, they're all red, they're adorable!

Wow, that's a ghoulish tangle!

If you look to the side, Marie is also making you red to the long ears, and when you can hide your mouth and stare at it... you can't see it properly with embarrassment.

Of course, today is the day to entertain the women, but they're going to lose their power. When I looked like a bum, everyone laughed happily at me.

"Nevertheless, I'm surprised that this mansion is exotic everywhere. Yeah, well, when it comes to that hot water quality and scenery no more...... isn't that an irregularity?

"I thought that, you know, I sucked too. I just have a good view. I guess I'm wondering if they'll give me a peek. This one's not good, but the little ones are pathetic, aren't they?

"Oh, speaking of which, Calubdis was rambling along the way, weren't you? Was that a little peek or something? Then you might have had a bad eye with your tentacles."

"No way ahhh, hahaha!

I laughed with him until I said there was no way, but just at the same time, no one knows that several elites had their clothes half-naked in flooded pantyhose and had a rough breath with Zeezy in the woods. One fierce battle came to an end, and a great defeat was made without skin.

But they let their arms disappoint and overflow their fighting spirit "one day I will". Indeed, Calubdis is also a formidable enemy with invincibility (Invisible). You can't win first if you do it normally.

But as you can see from the giddy eyes, they never give up.

Because it's a real weird... warrior.

Today is a holiday to entertain the Diamond Squad.

But full of energy, they cannot rest. All right. Eighteen people gathered to train in action.

As a result, it was a more demanding task than I expected, and more fatigue than usual.

Still, their eyes were filled with hot flames.

I have no hard dreams.

Beyond the glass is a lush Japanese-style garden.

To a completely different sight than usual, and to a vibrant yukata look, they talk busily.

But that conversation slowly interrupts.

Because here comes a large plate that can be considered the star of the day.

It thinly slices fine pork and decorates it like a flower. It's somewhat inappropriate because I'm an amateur, but it gave me a boost to our performance.

Although they are put into the pan one after the other, pork is naturally different from pigs and cows. Plenty of elasticity and strong richness, the more you simmer, the more delicious it will be.

I also put the smell erasing gobo and the like together, put aside time and then put green vegetables, mushrooms, tons of leeks, etc. in the pan, now the aroma of miso tailoring invites me to hunger.

I sweated plenty in the bath and used my strength, so I couldn't help but squeal my throat.

"Ugh, this scent...... Ugh! I'm hungry on my own!

Pork pot (Shinabe) has been loved since ancient times.

It does seem to have been going on since the Rope period, and its deep taste is such that if you get a chance to eat superior meat, you get sick. Fortunately, I'm picking the finest one today.

The aroma of miso is mixed with the sweetness of gravy and vegetables, which gives me a fresh appetite without any odor. Scent is very important and tells only a fraction of the taste. Then the body takes its own initiative and begins to prepare to put it on the tongue whenever it wants.

Ouch! The sound of drinking spit has increased.

But like I said earlier, pork is tender and tastier enough to simmer. From the boiling pan, the fragrance was already overflowing, and everyone forgot to talk and waited now or now.

Then when Marie finally began to line up her bottle of beer, the time had finally come to unveil her sumptuous meal.

If I opened the lid, the fatty pork covered the surface.

"Yeah, it's about to eat. Enjoy yourselves. It's Women's Day, so why don't you have Marie with you?

"Wow! Is it good for me? Yeah, but this scent... is so unbearable."

Go ahead, I have a solicitation mission.

As they were unleashed by the word, we all swoop into the pan.

Serve the little ones on a small plate with me and Marie, and then immediately hit the hot pork.

It looks full of fat, and I think pork fat is very different from other meats.

When cutting with a knife, for example, it is said to be as hard as a candle, but the more it is simmered, the more it turns into trout. If you chew it, it leaves a sharp toothpick, and thanks to simmering it again, it cuts surprisingly light.

Is there a woman who smokes plenty of miso and doesn't shine her eyes on the flavor that will be overflowing with sweetness later?

"Mm-hmm!!

It secretes so much saliva that it hurts my cheeks all the time that I can't even say it tastes good. Every time I chew something, the gravy floods out everywhere.

Chew with molluscs of vegetables, and this also involves plenty of gravy.

What's strange is that you don't feel greasy? Bites, bites, sweets abound, but the nutty rustic aftertaste lingers.

To see that look on his face, it seems true that pig fat doesn't hurt his stomach no matter how much he eats.

And the lean is incredibly soft. Puffy and easy to chop a thousand, this one is once again sweet. As for the taste, is it about halfway between pig and cow? It has a strong beast and a smooth tongue.

The bright rooms of the day are enlivened by several more laughs. That's when I have to recommend beer.

Beat the tongue drum with good fat, and drink the better and cooler liquor.

If you take a bath, and that's also a refreshing beer by carbonation, I can't wait to be a hundred battle smelling diamond squad, for example. I gobbled my throat, I gobbled, and then I dipped it in the water like, "Hmmm! Exhale."

"Uh, what is this, Nanicole, um! Oh, I can't do this anymore! I want to live in Nihon, too. Oh!

I'm a dark elf shaking my ears, but I can't eat a peony pan that much over there. Good shops are expensive as a matter of course, and it's a secret that we're coming and going around this world, so why don't you call me "Japan"?

Even in the sense of silencing her, I'll give her a change. When the bottle hit, the glass made a chin noise, and the golden beer overflowed, especially.

I think that something delicious is the flavour that the body wants.

For that reason I can eat a lot more than I normally do, and the trouble is my body sues me for wanting to "eat more" even if my stomach is swollen.

After eating like that, I rub my stomach and blurry out at the Japanese-style garden on one side of the window. Harmonious spaces allow the sun to slope slowly and enjoy a different luxury than meals.

Yes, I think the word luxury came to mind. You've got everything you want, but the room you're trying to entertain even more will run out of that one word.

Eat and drink flutter.

It is a very simple and ancient meal and also gives a strong vitality unique to wild meat.

Sometimes it's a hot pot dish, it sweats naturally and a lot, and the yukata gets messed up again because of the drunkenness... I need to not see too much. Look, because they're too colorful.

I rubbed my thighs together like it was hot, and my attention and scattered caused my yukata chest...... oh I really need to make sure I don't see it anymore.

Some women slept in tatami all the time, but like every wow, they were whining, "Oh, there's no way you could betray us," etc. Of course, I don't know what words mean, so I tilt my neck with Hatena.

Now, because of the number of people and the number of people, the peony pan will be empty in no time... but from here on out is also the real deal.

I put the sticky washed rice in each pan, needless to say I intend to rub the rice cooking. Once put in, the rice begins to suck on the dashi and flavors that abound from meat and vegetables.

This is delicious again.

When I melt the eggs in and check the taste, it hurts so much to my cheeks. The rice is amazingly concentrated in flavor, and as a way to tighten the dish, I press my heartbeat that there is no more.

Everyone who should have been so full was told to "eat" again by his body just to eat one, and he was bored with its deliciousness and fullness.

Though it was such a welcome, they totally enjoyed it. By the time we had cleared the tools and left the room behind, everyone lay down in tatami and had a loose look to be in the flower garden.

Maybe I've rubbed it too far.

Pompo took this belly-up Marie and we left the guest room behind.