"Lutz"
Lutz, resting in his tent, recently received a voice he was used to hearing.
"... your husband"
"Oh."
Rutz woke up powerless to relate to him entering the tent.
The injury appeared to be no big deal, and I thought I could still get to cooking.
"Don't force yourself to wake up"
To his forgiving husband Toshiki, Lutz looks at himself again.
(... good, looks like I'm safe. Nothing, the stab wound on the knife doesn't seem surprisingly deep)
Sigh.
The knife wound, to say, is already disinfected and suppressed with gauze.
Apparently, I fell rather because of hard work and shock.
(Why, I'm just cooking, but I guess I have to be attacked)
I thought Lutz was rejected by the world to make, to cook.
How can I be so sorry when I'm cooking?
Lutz has been having that problem for the last two days. Should I say I'm supposed to be doing what I wanted, but I saw that spiciness?
"... your husband"
Lutz thinks.
I don't think I'm the right person for cooking.
This guy in front of me said he was better suited to cooking.
I don't have the talent, I'm a demon, and the dishes you could tell me were cornery were in the end invented by this guy.
The food was hard to cook. I assumed it was something I could cook on my own and with more pleasure.
Yet.
"What's up?
"... Was I helpful"
And Rutz doesn't know why, but he thinks he needs to stand in that store again.
I'm not wanting to give up cooking for any reason, it just brings up a bitter laugh that I'm sure it must be hard.
Of course.
Toshiki responds instantly without adding intermittent hair.
"You can almost cook sauce and cook meat on your own. I think he made it with me next door, and I think he already remembered the allocation, and he would know how much better it was to taste it."
……
"It's very useful."
The gentle comment just crept into my mind.
Because the fact that I was useful is irreplaceable to Lutz.
"... your husband"
"Hmm?"
So I couldn't help but ask.
Something I really don't understand right now.
"What is cooking"
That's a word I've heard before. I couldn't help but ask the same question before.
Lutz is vaguely aware that within himself, the meaning of the word cooking is changing.
I just can't linguize what that has changed from to.
Originally for Lutz, the food was, I feel, strange and meant for people to line up.
For Lutz today, it's strange, it's for people to line up, and I feel like I've only added one more thing.
That word was delicious.
Something very simple.
"... you don't get it. I just want it to be delicious."
Toshiki, speaking in the tone that I don't know, whined something oddly close to Lutz's thoughts.
I want it to be delicious.
That must not be the answer Lutz was looking for. I didn't say anything that would convince me of Rutz's problems.
In one way or another, that was the same thought Lutz had unconsciously: 'I hope the food tastes good'.
That's all I have in mind, just blurry. It's not a deep thought, it's just something I think is comical.
……
Being poked at it again, Lutz remained silent for a while.
Strange thing, I think.
I can't help but sound like a completely different word, I wonder if that's what it meant.
Would the phrase "I want the food to be delicious" sound like this to me? I was just blurry and thinking, 'If the food in this world were delicious, you'd be happy,' but now for some reason it sounded like a caring word, 'The food has to be delicious'.
I wonder what changed, that Lutz didn't even know.
After all, Lutz doesn't even know what cooking is, and it's really like he doesn't know everything.
Or maybe it's that one.
It may be that cooking has changed for me from eating to making.
Maybe not. At the end of the day, Lutz doesn't even know that.
I don't feel confident about Rutz one thing right now.
Rutz was moving his mouth almost without thinking about it, even though he didn't know if it was true.
"... your husband"
"Hmm?"
"You might laugh, okay"
"Might I laugh? Nothing."
It was time for Toshiki to get ready to go back to the store, but they'll wait slowly for Lutz.
Even though it was really nothing, I was so grateful that I was about to cry.
Something like Rutz just grabbed for a moment now was so pale that it would wipe out, I needed to think it over slowly.
But I also felt like I didn't need to rethink it.
The same words sounded different, even though that's really all it is, maybe that's enough for Lutz.
"Um."
"Mmm."
I found what I wanted to do.
"Right."
Toshiki stayed put and gently slapped Lutz on the shoulder.
I want to cook.
"Oh."
"I'll cook, okay?
Of course.
Toshiki had such a pranky grin at that time. I already knew that, and I could take it for a grin like that, and I'm glad the troubled result turned out like that.
It's funny, Rutz thought.
"Actually. What you want to do, there's some crossing to it"
Suddenly, Toshiki started talking about the future.
"I want you to cut up the shop for a week at the flea market like this. Profits will surely exceed two gold coins. Then you want me to buy you a bond of slavery on condition. Clear and you'll be free."
"... crossing"
"Oh, actually, a guy named Cayenne has a favorite tavern. That store, the Forest Bear Admiral, is cutting it up, and he said he might want some manpower over there. When I asked him if he was okay with the Demons, he said he could afford it because Sora Mori Bear is the general."
"Lutz, it's you," he chuckled.
"When you said you wanted to be a cook, I was going to introduce you to this."
"... is that good?
"Of course. Instead, help sell meat stir-fry in front of our store from time to time. Schedule your dance and song performances so you can make your plans available as a priority on that day."
"... your husband"
"Well, if you don't like it, I'll introduce you to another job."
In my heart, I don't know myself.
If I could averaged emotions in my heart, the moment Lutz was cooking wasn't fun at all. It was rather hard, I wanted to escape, I felt sorry for him.
Yet I think Lutz was saved by the word "delicious."
The desire to stand in that store must be to make something delicious.
(I didn't think dreams were so hard and hard)
Drink mud.
I see, maybe that's what you're saying.
I'm cooking, and I feel miserable. The food you make belongs to someone else. I don't even know what cooking means.
Yet the word "delicious" must have been what Lutz wanted.
If you make it, you cut it, and people tell you it's delicious, Lutz can fill something with it alone.
(... oh well, this is the first time you've cooked for people)
Huh, Lutz recalled his days working in Oasis Street. Every day I just did chores without being able to cook in the kitchen.
Back then, Lutz also just remembered the envy for the dishes and things he couldn't let me make.
But when I came here, that changed.
Here I stood in the store, scorned, and still got the food to eat.
And I finally figured out just a few pieces of what cooking is.
We're just taking the first step.
"... please"
Lutz had his head down if he noticed.
Lutz hadn't thought about it at all until now, when he'd come with his head down for not having fun.
Still, there's a reason to drink mud and stand up to it, Rutz was so sure.
"Okay, then get some rest."
"No, it's heat stroke or something, so you don't have to rest"
"... No, I'd be in trouble too if I fell. At least until evening."
That's how Toshiki gets up.
They say it's time to stand in the store and resume cooking.
He turned to Lutz with his eyes full of tea.
"Dreams, you found them."
"... right"
"All right, then again"
With a throaty, passing voice, Toshiki hands something over.
"This is your career plan."
"... isn't it a sauce of grilled meat"
"Huh, haha!
Toshiki, laughing at her jokes, turned her back like a blindfold, "I mean make something delicious."
Lutz was looking at his back like that.