Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

"I think it's the best thing about good food."

"... its mind is"

Nice, the youngest of the three fairy sisters, was waiting for Yumiel, who flew his heart to Fairies Garden through the "Fairy Ring". I guess she's the teacher this time. Best of all, I started talking about the importance of "delicious things".

"I've asked your mother." If you grab Otoko's Ibukro with a gut, you'll never leave ". Don't you think so, Mr. Ningen?"

"... Indeed"

Your Highness loves delicious things. Especially since the "Mampu Pavilion" Jipang cuisine has no eyes and passes through as prosperously as every day. Yesterday, the day after I came back, I said, "I want rice," and I went out.

"... So should I cook jipang food at home too"

"Uh-huh, is that a little different?"

Fairy with index finger on jaw and neck tilting.

"You know, if you go to the store, you can eat Zipang food, right? Well, I guess that means Mr. Ningen will only be grabbing Ibukro by Yumi."

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You're absolutely right. If the equivalent can be tasted in two places, there is no reason to stick to one place.

Then consider your own handicrafts… but what Yumiel makes is home cooking without any change. That's not the only decision I can make. That's what she thought.

Yumiel solidifies without being able to argue. Nice smiles at her like that.

"Don't worry ~. I'll give you something nice ~"

"... yi thing, what?

Instead of a reply, Nice removing a small glass bottle from the nostalgia. In it, brilliant phosphorous powder was packed.

"... What's this?

"This is a fairy powder."

"..." fairy powder "?

Surprisingly Yumiel, in a language I'm not used to hearing. Under that gaze, Nice's explanation continues.

"Yes," fairy powder. "Using this to make sweets, Mr. Ningen feels happy."

"... ho, something like that"

Yumiel, wishing for the Lord's happiness, is drawn to the descent of "happiness". A little fairy who puts a vial filled with "fairy powder" on Yumiel's palm like that.

"It's just a little Thai hen to collect so much ~? But I want Yumi to gamble, so I'll give it all to you ~"

"... thank you, Doctor. I'll try to do it."

"Hehe, sensei, it lights up something."

Yumiel holds his fist in front of his chest with determination. Around her like that, a lit Nice was dancing with a fluffy patter.

The next day, in the kitchen of the "Anything Store/Free Life" residential area, Yumiel in a triangular scarf was moving around quietly and busily on the apron.

(Your husband will be back at 17: 00... by then, if you don't finish the planting...)

Guitar University, the master of free life, returns to work today and is out in the morning. Yumiel had also been entrusted with the year-end paperwork by a large store dealing with intermediate district groceries, but he hurried (and carefully) to make confectionery with "fairy powder".

And I used my free time to run to the market, buy dinner and sweet ingredients, and to this day. It doesn't always take as long as Sasa, but today I'm already going around 15: 00 because of my inquisitiveness in ingredients.

It is an extraordinary time for the Lord to return home in time. As for Yumiel's ideal of telling her husband to "act sparingly in time" on a daily basis, what kind of situation is ideal to greet you with a face that doesn't eat, with food and sweets ready, but can you fulfill it?

Still, she's not in a hurry.

Because of this, I even had Nice prepare a precious "fairy powder". There is no ex or child in a hurry to ruin the finish. Prepare everything with great care and promptness within reach.

While still immature, fourteen, it was a girl named Yumiel who could do it.

(Ok...... tart dough will be baked soon too......)

The time is around 16: 30. The main dish could also be prepared, and Yumiel took precious sweets… seasonal fruits, tarts made with apples.

Custard cream, which would already be added to the tart, is also being prepared, and the sugar stew of apples to be placed on top of it is being prepared. So Yumiel finally takes out the vial of the example.

"... to the hidden taste of apples"

Nice said, "If you just let me in for a second, Mr. Ningen will feel happy."

"Hey"... Yumiel, who is slightly claustrophobic, doesn't know how to add or subtract around it.

But I guess it's just a little bit. That's what I think, I try to add just a pinch.

So there was something flashing in Yumiel.

(If you can be happy just a little bit, wouldn't you be happier if you put a lot in it...?

I think so, take a pile of "fairy powder" and try to stay in the pan... Again, even though it's an item from a trustworthy person, was it distracting to suddenly add something you don't know what you're good at, take a little on your palm and lick it once.

"... oh, this is"

Sooo, and it slips through my nose, along with an indescribably good fragrance, the saggy sweetness that glides through my mouth. It has an even more elegant sweetness than the refined sugar I used to get at work.

And a happy feeling that goes with the aftertaste and fills your body. It makes me feel like I'm soaking up a hot spring loosely. It also disappears loosely, leaving a definite sense of satisfaction.

"... this is good"

This would be a full thought for my husband who ate the tart. Yumiel was so convinced that it was now time to add a pile of "fairy powder" of tablespoons to the pot boiling the apples.

But she's important... she doesn't know it's very important.

If you sprinkle it on the human body, it's a "fairy powder" that exposes your instincts, but if you take it orally, it's not as harmful. Rather, in countries that have seen the effect of relieving stress, the more it is used as a medicine.

But if the medicine passes, it becomes poison. The original dose is "just a little" as Nice said. If you exceed a certain amount, people will instantly pass out. My brain is so short on pleasure.

Fairies that produce "fairy powder" and fairy species whose blood flows are not. No matter how much you consume, to the extent that you feel reasonably well, there is no particular harm.

The problem is, people don't have the means against "fairy powder." To say how much [protection of fairy species] you have, the limits exist. Even tablespoons could have endured, but the pile couldn't. If you put it in your mouth, you won't be able to keep it sane.

The truth is, Nice was going to tell me about it, but she called me "Doctor," and I totally forgot to tell her.

Not knowing that, Yumiel savours a stewed apple syrup that can be served. That look doesn't change, but yeah, it snorts and looks satisfying. I finally apply the custard to the bottom of the baked tart dough and lay the apples on top of each other, whether I was satisfied with the flavor and the effect.

And the apple tart with plenty of "fairy powder" was completed.

It's finished.

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"Oh, this is fantastic..."

Upon returning from a light job, I was greeted by a host of Yumiel handmade dishes. Roasted chicken thigh (even though it's usually breast...) with natural yeast round bread. Salad with fresh vegetables soothed with salt and vinegar, a small amount of lemon juice and pepper. And it's the tart of apples that smells of seasonal ripeness that catches my eye.

"... your husband's return to work celebration."

"Oh, oh, well. I'm sorry."

Yumiel has been kind to me since I got back. Even before, I was kind enough to go to work and on holiday, but yesterday he especially wants to take care of me today. Did I miss you so much by then...... your guilt won't go away inside.

"Well, I guess you'll have it"

"... go ahead"

Looks like we're having a seat together today. Like yesterday or whenever, it is unsettling to be sidelined and served. I knew we'd have to eat dinner together.

Our time for dinner passed as we tongue-in-cheek over more pleasant dishes than usual and sometimes had conversations about today's events.

Waiting for me after clearing up the dishes in advance was the tart of apples that I had been wondering about earlier.

It's common, but it looks tastier when you do it poorly than the lavish cake that was plugged into François during the school lunch break. My stomach won't stop asking for a tart when I say it's after I've finished dinner.

"... Your husband, go ahead. It's dessert."

"Ooh! That sounds like it! Then hurry up and have it!

Hold it in your hand and bring it closer to the tip of your mouth, the fragrance becomes stronger. It smells like I can already be sure this is all I want. I can't care less about my demeanor or anything. I opened my mouth wide and hit a tart with as many hands.

"Ko, does this taste............!?

The moment I contain an apple tart in my mouth and chew it and drink it, my vision is filled with glittering things.

It tastes like nothing I've ever tasted.

The acidity of the apples and the sweetness of the custard laid on the tart fabric add to each other, driving up further flavorful stairs.

Besides, what would be the essence lurking behind it? This elevates the apple tart into a miracle dish. I don't know what you added... I don't know... but it's just good.

I'm as indulgent as I've ever been drunk in an unprecedented taste experience.

Ah, I'm happy......

The world is beautiful......

Tart's good, too. Fine, fine.

And I lost consciousness.

I don't really remember what happened before or after I got home. I wonder what happened. I woke up the next morning, but I can't even remember what I was doing before I went to bed. This has been happening all these days. Is it juvenile amnesia? [Recovery] I wonder if it will heal in......

By contrast, Yumiel is in a good mood somewhere (as expressionless as ever, but light-hearted if you look closely). When I asked him about yesterday, he said, "... you were delicious enough to lose consciousness of the extra shock". What the hell.

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(Good... your husband seems to like it)

Your husband, who flattened his tart after obsessing with "Biaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa", fell asleep as he fell asleep because of the tiredness of his long work. I was surprised by the sudden leopard freak, but when I looked at your husband's face, who fell asleep easily and peacefully, I realized this was a good idea.

(This is the "taste of me" that grabs your husband's stomach)

It would be unique in the world, such as a treat made with "fairy powder". Now your husband shouldn't have left me and gone far. I can't even thank Dr. Nice enough.

(What can you tell me tonight...)

Finally, he is the professor of Mr. Fair, the eldest daughter. I'm sure you can teach me something better than ever.

With anticipation and your husband's delightful face in my chest, I fell asleep again today holding the "Fairy Ring"......

"Ah, I knew the peach compote with" fairy powder "was delicious ~ ♪ Mr. Ningen seemed happy, and I'm glad"

"Ah, you can't, Nice! Your Highness, it would still be the third slice! Until one ni runs out!

"Well, the details aren't good.... Well, finally, it's my turn tomorrow! Look, Takahiro! Teach Yumiel my shigeki technique and I'll rollak you!!