Doing Something with my ‘Angel’ Little Sister in Another World

And a week later, the tomato was really finished. Magic is amazing. By the way, while I was growing tomatoes, I was practicing magic by making another similar field next door.

"Come on, kid, let's eat."

Gil grabs the bright red and bright tomatoes and hands them over to me.

--Hmm, looks like he passed. But if you took me, you'd say, "Umae! Don't think you're the same funny entertainer who yells! Then I'll have it with you!

Umaaaaaaa!

"Oh, oh, yeah, kid."

Gil is a bit of a drag, but I'm not much of a drag. This is good! The tomatoes I've been eating are different!

If this is a real tomato, was it a red water balloon or a rubber bow I've been eating? I don't think you're exaggerating, but whoa!

Looking at the side, Nicola also opened her eyes and stuck to the tomato. I thought you were a greedy eater of food, but I've never seen you eat like this before.

"... oniichan"

"What is it, sister?"

Why not dedicate your life to making magical vegetables?

For a five-year-old with infinite possibilities, it's too much to say that you dedicate your life to it. Well, if it sells high and makes life easier...?

"Uncle Gil, how many times the price of tomatoes like this are sold?

"Nh, I see... about three times? If it's a time-consuming brand of vegetables wholesaling for the nobles, it's worth ten times as much."

As expected, the real farmer was of a different character. Nevertheless, it's impossible to live a pleasant life, even if it's about triple the pocket money.

It seems that it takes more time and effort to make it more expensive than it is now, and the limit to making it casually is around here. No, I can handle it if I increase the amount... Yeah, stop it! Let's keep it one of the possibilities for the future.

"What, did the boy want to be a farmer? I had a lot of trouble with that... Well, you should think about it when you're young. Besides, take it to your beautiful mother."

Apparently he got it while I was thinking about it. He offered me a magical tomato filled with bark.

"Thank you, Uncle Gil!

I didn't make it all by myself, but it was my first time in the world. It was a pleasure for my parents to eat it. I smiled like a normal five-year-old.

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Return home with a magical tomato. The inn was idle because dinner was still early.

I'm home.

Mother picks me up when she stops wiping the table in the dining room.

"Marc, Nicola, welcome back. Oh? Is that...?

"Tomatoes, as I said before, have been harvested today. I'll give it to your mother!

"Oh, so-so! It looks delicious! You did your best, Marc and Nicola, both of you!"

Mom hugs me and Nicolas in turn. It was a little illuminating, but I was glad that my mother would praise me.

The magical tomatoes made by me and Nicolas (who helped her to the extent that she was busy) were popular with her parents. My father, who was cooking in the kitchen, was surprised to eat a bite and stroked his head.

The taste is the same, but above all, I'm impressed that I brought my parents the vegetables I made for the first time. I'm sure they would have liked this even if it was a bad tomato.

That evening's dinner was suddenly changed to a luxurious use of magical tomatoes. Very delicious and very enjoyable.

And the next day, I did everything I could to stop my mother from acting creative without losing.