At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"... Father, is this good?

"Yeah, yeah, good"

I'm going to show you the fish that's stung and see if this is good. Kroto.

Usually it's about easy help, but I've told you I want to do it uncommonly, so I'm telling you.

He held the knife with his little hand, and with an unfamiliar hand, he was harassed.

But the fish itself is very beautiful and well made.

I guess it would have been nice to have made it smaller to fit the size of the chroot.

That's why I'm judging another fish and taking more bones. Stabbing like this hurts.

"Then I wonder if you could put it all together over there and crush it"

"... yeah."

I intend to simmer it as it is with my sauce, but I decided to dough it for the croto.

This is because I thought if I couldn't do the croto well, I could use it even if I wore myself out.

It doesn't matter if the dough is crushed.

"When you're done crushing, mix your eggs and powder."

"... this?

"Yes, yes. Eggs... crack."

"... yeah, I can do it"

Instruct them to mix the grain powder and the eggs together. I wonder what to do with the seasoning.

Mix and cook the stock, or simmer and season.

I plan to boil it over here, and do you want to cook the dough? No, I guess I'll hamburger it, not dough.

Remove the bag of condiment in the bracelet and remove the stock and vanilla from it.

Let's arrange the condiments for the simmer. I wonder if the hamburger stock will be a kelp stock.

I think Inai is a less familiar flavor, so you'll enjoy it.

"Kroto, you want to do some baking too?

"... yeah, I want to"

"Shall I bring you a table then? This inn's cooking table is a little expensive."

I'm at the stage of making a purchase right now, so it's not a problem at all, but this inn is basically all big.

Stoves on boulders are not that huge standard, but they have expensive places to keep them.

Because of that, me and Inai can't do it without a platform.

I don't know if I can bring one, but Kroto is even smaller than us.

If you don't bring something bigger, you can't even reach the stove.

"... it's okay, I'll do this"

When I stood up to pick up the table, Kroto built a staircase to the stove in black.

That black in croto is really handy.

"Well, do you know how to use a stove?

"... it's okay. Your mother taught me."

"Oh well. Then let's mix this up and cook it."

"... yeah."

Make sure the stock is properly mixed in, and then form into smaller hamburgers.

Kroto's creation was a little shapely, but this would be good.

I check on the root vegetables I've already boiled, and then I punch in the fish that took the small bones.

This one has already been seasoned, so I'm going to take the ash juice as I simmer.

"Tallow, do you like fish food? It's all fish food, though."

"Uh, well, I've had a little extra lately..."

Answer my father's question that he was observing us, saying he had no choice but to do it half way.

Nothing. You like fish dishes per se, but it doesn't mean you like them enough to run out of fish.

Normally I also like mammalian meat.

There's nothing wrong with me alone, but there's plenty of people fishing with me.

Mr. Geena pushed me because he was in the way even with so much.

Anyway, I am trying to process that amount and use it as much as I can.

In addition to this, it also makes something that looks like kelp tightening.

This one is something I've already planted the other day, so all I have to do is hang up.

It's all fish, but it won't be a problem because it's all cooked differently.

"Inai's a good cook, but Tallow, you're a good cook too"

"I'm not as Inai, though. Because she has different years."

"... your mother's food, delicious"

When the general answered saying she was impressed, Kroto answered her chest even more stretched.

Because it is dinner time now, so I am busy, but I have a few stoves installed to speed up my father's cooking speed, so I am allowed to use some of them.

I was watching my father cook over here, but how can you cook so small with those big hands and tools?

Given the size of your father's body, it's like he's making a miniature. That's totally craftsmanship.

Besides, around doing it without bitterness, I often know it's something I'm used to.

Mr. Tallow, your family is back.

"Oh, I'm home. Thanks for letting me know."

A peek at the dining room in response to your son Palyage's voice, the Inays were in their seats.

Maybe he explained to me that we were cooking dinner.

I wonder if Inai and Sigal were together somewhere.

I've already left the detection to my surroundings on the way, so I don't know the area.

"So shall we bake it and take it? Because I'll simmer the stew a little more."

"... yeah."

Kroto goes up to the black table, heats the frying pan and grabs the oil.

I just got heated up by a good feeling and go with a shaped fish hamburger on it.

The oil flies puffy, but Kroto stares at the frying pan without any concern.

I serve the simmer on a plate for the number of people, and I take the fish I was tightening and cut it into pieces.

When I saw the croto at the end of my work, I told her to flip it over to the croto because it felt like it was about time.

Kroto nods at it and flips it one at a time with unfamiliar hands.

"Kroto, I'm taking you to the table first, so you're going away for a little while."

"... yeah."

Kroto replied, but his gaze doesn't move from the frying pan.

I bow my head to the general and ask him to do the chroot thing for a little while.

And carry the items we just split up to the table where Inai and the others are.

"Oh, you made it?

"Kroto, I heard you're working hard, which one, Mr. Tallow?"

"Can you eat what he made?

All three of them were apparently looking forward to Kroto's creation.

Unfortunately, Kroto is still fighting in the kitchen. I'll tell him about it and I'll be right back under the clot.

Kroto is unchanged and his gaze is not moving.

When I peeked from the side and looked at the baking additions and subtractions, it looked like it was time for a good one.

"Kroto, I think it's time."

"... yeah."

Speaking to Kroto, he puts it on the plate in the order in which he put it on properly, in the order in which he flipped it.

I put it in line from the shaver, so maybe I'm doing it consciously.

I think the fact that I didn't go, even if it didn't work out around there, is important.

Well, I did a good job with the croto.

"Well, shall I take it... take it myself?

"... yeah, I want to take it"

Cloto seemed to want to take it himself, so I left it to my autonomy.

I got a little worried about the movement, but I'll take it safely to the table.

It was just a high table, so I held the croto and let him put the plate down.

And we all start eating about our seats.

The surprise was that Haku was waiting for him. No, have you been quiet lately?

"Heh, did Kroto make this? Yeah, yummy, yummy."

"Well done, Mr. Kroto."

"Well, it's not bad."

"... if you have any complaints, don't eat."

'You're not complaining!

I felt like it was tastier than usual because of the special feeling that "Kroto made it" for dinner that day.

Kroto was satisfied, and I'm satisfied because I didn't miss him until we all got back.

Yeah, the stew was done well, too.