Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Lesson 23, Dr. Rita, again.

We were worried about dealing with the dark dishes we were offered.

It is black whether it scrapes the surface or tries to flip it.

I tried to break it in half just in case, but it looked the same.

He said it was Gran's local dish, but is this what it is?

"Yeah, it's delicious today. Melissa's a brilliant cook."

"Oh, yeah? That was worth more than putting on your arm!

"He cheeks naturally..."

"It looks arry, but isn't the taste a delicious pattern?

"That's right. That happy face of Ningen can't taste bad."

"If you think so, you can eat it."

"Hmm. There's no way we're gonna get our hands on this without our parents."

Hey, don't suddenly treat the pavilion leader as white.

You want me to tell you to make that quick story taste poisonous, don't you?

When I found out, everyone was looking at me like they were counting on me.

Not only Rita and Ashley, but even Elena and the kids.

I have no choice, I don't feel comfortable but would you like to give it a try...

Well, it's a meal to serve to guests, so you'll be fine.

Cyril is such a nikoniko eater in the first place, it wouldn't even taste so bad.

I put a knife in the mysterious mass and carried the shards into my mouth.

That tasted unfamiliar to the tongue.

A crisp palate, sharp and waterless teeth, a bitter taste stronger than a medicine meal, a burning smell to the nose.

I knew it wasn't a failure, you son of a bitch!

"Oh? Didn't it suit your mouth?

"I don't even have to ask... you can eat well"

"That's enough. You often say," Love is the best seasoning. "

"Although it would be a problem before the flavor was adjusted!

"Really? Apparently, you don't like gran food in the west."

"Old lady, stop treating this like a traditional dish"

After all, I couldn't eat anything but Cyril.

We were supposed to fill our bellies with bread and soup in time.

No, it was delicious enough, albeit qualitative.

But this situation is bad.

Cyril could be poisoned unconsciously as it is.

I saw a future ascending with a sunny face of death.

Or it can happen to be disrespected when you invite a short-tempered guest.

This will require Melissa's education.

"Rita, teach Melissa to cook tomorrow."

"Fine... but why me?

"It's hard to tell you that you're a servant here. I can't say I'm strong enough for my husband's fiancée."

"Mmm. Wouldn't it be quicker to make that kid stop cooking?

"You're saying that after seeing that?

There are two examples of what I have pointed to.

Cyril rubs his stomach as satisfied, and Melissa responds to the reaction with a full grin.

"Melissa, you're the best. I'm not gonna say anything but Melissa's hand cooking till I die!

"Hey, what are you saying! In public like this..."

"Look at that. It's a declaration to keep eating that black scorch. He'll die of illness without keeping it for three years."

"Ah, yeah. I'll see what I can do."

He took it on while I was shaving.

Well, if I thought about it normally, I would have liked to relax as a guest.

Rita, I'm sorry.

Good luck thinking this is also for world peace.

The next morning.

Finished with bread and milk for breakfast, we headed to the cooking area.

Rita and Melissa are on the side of the cooking table, and me and Cyril are tours away.

"So first, can you show me the knife judgment?

"Should I cut this vegetable?

"Right. Just try chopping cabbage."

"I got it."

"Hey, what are you doing..."

"Hey!

Melissa's sword attack was brilliant.

Instead of cabbage, even mana boards are two straight.

Therein continued Cyril's unstinting applause.

"Oh, that's Melissa! Beautiful sword!

"Hehe...... I cut it off to the mana plate because of the momentum."

"I don't mind. Let them have as many of those things as they can. Mmm, the incision is brilliant too!

"Hey Alf. Are you sure I'll teach you?

"Excuse me. Enjoy yourself."

Rita does the same trick as she did with her headache.

No, I'm so sorry.

Let's consider making it up to you later.

Then gutsy instruction began.

Be polite to the details, as if to tell your child.

A knife first, you don't have to give me that hip thing.

Take that with your right hand... you say you're better at two-handed swords?

Um, I don't know if it has anything to do with cooking.

Round your left hand holding down the vegetables.

Do it like a cat's hand.

The fox is tighter?

Well... you can call me whatever you want.

That's how I cut it......

No, no, don't wave it down.

Don't put the knife up in Jomtien.

Because you don't have to shake it like that to cut it.

"Hmm. Rita seems familiar with cooking, doesn't she?

"I'm leaving my stomach to you. That's so good."

"The teaching method is on the board, too. Because you've been coaching me all my life?

"My daughter has a child named Mireia, but I always teach her."

Mireia is better than Melissa, I didn't even say.

Growth is not comparable in the first place.

Rita's guidance went on without staring.

When I finished using the knife, I was even touched on how to use the camad, how to fire it, how to season it, and finally how to serve it.

"Yes, that's it."

"Ooh. Did my hand produce this! What a dish!

"Hmm. Meat soup and seasonal salad...... maybe?

"Meat soup! Seasonal salad ah!

Melissa broke her knees, spread her hands and looked up at the ceiling.

As if a farmer who suffered from sunshine would receive the rain he was waiting for.

Is that something you're so happy about?

And Cyril's just said, 'I can't wait,' with one hand the plate.

"Come on, let's eat fast! It must be delicious!

"Don't be disappointed, royalty. You don't have to panic to escape the pot..."

- Do-on!

The building suddenly swayed heavily with the roar.

That's probably magic.

Looks like this villa was attacked by someone.

"Cyril! Enemy attack, alert immediately..."

"Shh, the soot soup. Ahhh!

"Ah?! If you say so!

"Which idiot! Never forgive me!

"Wait, don't get ahead of me!

"Solemn Qing. Ahhh!

Cyril with anger and mind after being ruined soup.

He rarely lost me and jumped out.

We rush after him, too.

The enemy didn't even have to look.

Because there were about thirty men lined up around the villa.

Cyril was already facing one man.

"Brother?! What the hell are you thinking?

"Cyril, it's been a while, huh?

"Who are these people? And the earlier attack magic..."

"Of course we did it. Look, you know what I mean?

The man Cyril called his brother.

Though he is only neat, he has a pretty nasty eye.

It would be a very different quality than the chase around it.

"Then let's ask. Why did you attack us!

"I don't know how my youngest kid is on track for 'Wife the Subman'. And so is my brother. As soon as I got to the throne, I said something about subhuman reconciliation. That's why Grand's conscience is set on moxibustion."

"You're going against the country's decision!

"There's no reason to follow that stuff, is there? You can't scratch Grand Glory on a level like that."

"My brother was a thug, but he fell even to the rebels? And your eyes seem completely cloudy. Not only is there a Demon King here, but there's even an elite subordinate, isn't there?

Cyril is right, there's too much power to attack us.

With this number, even Elena could handle it.

I don't even think this evil wisdom working man is going to attack me helplessly......

"Of course I'm insured. First of all, it's him."

"Glenn?!

Glenn, tied with a rope, was pulled out in front of us.