Have a Meal Before You Go

The subspace summer warehouse is suffering from pests around this time of year. Perhaps the fundamental concept of subspace is another ecosystem, because it does not spray pesticides.

“Oh dear. ”

Qasim lets out a little sigh with his hands on his waist.

In front of Qasim's eyes were a whole bunch of leafed plants.

It's time for them to come.

Qasim narrows his eyes.

Shah Shah - Shah Shah Shah Shah -

Poldark!

A locust jumps from the grass and lands on Qasim's shoulder.

Their size was small, but the number was not great.

A swarm of winter locusts.

They finished spawning in the Winter Warehouse and swarms of locusts roaming the subspace, including the Summer Warehouse.

They are living with a very strange ecological cycle, born in winter, they circumnavigate the subspace precisely and then die in the winter warehouse again. As if salmon were returning home.

Anyway, they pass by and eat all the plants that exist. The summer warehouse is filled with the best food, and is completely destroyed.

Here you go.

So why didn't we wipe them out a while ago?

Right away, it's in the feces they eat, clean and pee in. Their excrement is such a nutrient mass that the land they ate and left behind turns greasy.

Kasim looks at the vast swarm of locusts approaching the Summer Warehouse.

Shhhhh!

From afar, there were swarms of locusts like sandstorms.

Square! Square!

They started a ferocious feeding activity, as if they were leaves and grasses and would eat everything.

Everywhere that passes has been devastated without exception. It was the bare ground that remained.

“Oh, shit. Get away from me! ”

Qasim picks up the fly pole and shakes it. The locusts ate all the summer warehouses in a flash, then disappeared to the other side of the summer warehouse.

The soil was covered in slightly oily discharge. It was their feces, and Qasim's mission begins now.

Puck!

It was shoveling.

Spreading discharge evenly through shoveling.

As I was shoveling, I could often find locusts lying here and there.

Qasim put the locusts in a cloth bag and finished shoveling.

Qasim didn't take that long because he didn't keep his whole body in artifact. It was a huge summer warehouse, but it was done with a day of shoveling.

Someday afternoon.

Qasim, who realized it was time for lunch, gathered the dry branches around him.

Ta-da, ta-da.

The campfire was soon completed. Qasim took out his usual fry pan and wrapped it in oil. After putting it on a campfire, the locusts in the cloth bag were flushed onto the fry pan.

Tad-da-da-da-da!

Chihuahua!

Today's labor is quite difficult, but I can endure it because of this.

Qasim roasted the locusts, murmuring. Eating insects may seem quite disgusting, but locusts were a really tasty food.

After roughly stir-frying, remove the locusts and make the oil juicy. Heat up the oil and send the locusts back.

A fried Locust.

Chharaharaharak!

If the locusts are completely fried, add them to the plate. Finishing by sprinkling salt on the surface of the glowing red locust, today's snack is complete.

Qasim chews the locusts up and down.

Tastes like fried shrimp without fried clothes. It looks like a dried shrimp. It tasted like this when I fried some bugs.

It's salty, salty and tasty. You can have rice. You can't say it's a good food to recommend to someone.

Qasim, who had eaten the locust, stood up again and grabbed his shovel.

Today, especially philosophers, they said they will provide food. Cheolho always prepared good food, especially on days when Qasim suffered more, but I'm looking forward to it.

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There's a new game in the arcade.

It was a gun fight, completely different from traditional entertainers. The protagonist moves at the first person on the screen, and the gamer shoots at the enemy with a gun shaped plastic joystick.

That is, FPS!

Although one game was more expensive than the other, it was the first time this type of game had been compromised.

Among them.

It was Echo who was being cheered up by the public.

Bam-bam-bam-

Echo's aim is accurate, and no movement is seen of even a single pile. It was truly haunted by the ingenuity and precision of the craft.

Echo's face begins to spread with a smile.

“The age of the body has finally come. ”

Actually, it was Echo's specialty. Echo battles like flying a magic bomb from a distance. All my life I've lived like that, and I've been practicing my wondrous abilities in ranged combat.

Bam-bam-bam-

Echo has finally completed the last stage.

“Waaaahhhh!”

Echo raises his fist as hard as he can and checks his score.

2nd place. HOT

But it was strange. Echo rubs his eyes. I thought I played perfectly, but I was second. Echo sharpens his teeth.

Who's number one?

1st place. CAN

This was also the work of the Khan. Bloody redheaded lizard, if you're good with a gun fight, it's treason.

Echo ran to the diner with a broken ego.

“Khan!”

“Why?”

The Khan enjoys the rest of his time at the end. With a face full of fuss, it was worth seeing a crooked sunny stretched out into the big godfather lying in the room.

Echo kicked the side of the car and said,

“Do you know how to shoot? ”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey! No gun fights! Idiot!”

Khan shouts as if it were unfair.

“You did it! New to the arcade! ”

“I tried. I didn't even wake up Stage 2, so I just punched him out. ”

Khan lays barefoot on his back, trying to slap Echo a few times.

Echo turns to his shocked face.

Well, who the hell is he?

With a confused mind, Echo, who was about to enter the kitchen and drink water, found a pot. Opening up the big pot, you see some really tasty food inside.

What the hell is this?

Echo slowly steps into the room with a pot.

“Khan. What is this? ”

“Huh?"

Inside the pot was a red stir-fried bath. Meat looked like chicken, and it was a wonderful food with lots of chicken and lots of vegetables.

“A fried chicken bath.”

Khan and Echo blink at each other, then head to the table.

I was so hungry, I started to share it.

The delicacy of fried chicken is also ribs and legs.

The thick skin of the rib eye and the rich yet soft meat call for rice. I could never miss the chewy texture of my legs, and my breasts were the best with soup.

I liked the feeling of moist and stiff foreign body when I soaked it in spicy soup and ate it.

The two factions had a long conversation and ate stir-fried chicken.

“But..."

Khan suddenly said as if he suddenly remembered.

“Why.”

“Cheolho, I thought I told you not to eat what's in the kitchen......”

“......? ”

Echo stops picking chickens. Then I blinked and replied.

“Cheolho is not a hard man to eat. ”

“Right?"

“Yes.”

However, Echo's chest was filled with twenty anxieties.

This was the Demon King's tentacle.

If you don't suck it, here. You can also get the highest sentence.

Echo rolls his head. The calculation is that a fried chicken can make itself.

After eating them all, Echo and Khan enter the kitchen with their splendid faces.

“Clean your vegetables. ”

“Well, what do I do first? ”

“First of all, potatoes and carrots. ”

“Got it.”

Khan trims his burinake vegetables, and Echo picks up the chicken from the refrigerator.

Remember that.

Taste it!

Echo takes a deep breath with his eyes closed, recalling the golden ratio of the ingredients and pulling out the red pepper powder and pepper paste.

“Garlic!”

Khan gave me some garlic.

Boggle Boggle

By the time the water in the pot started to boil, Echo released pepper powder and pepper paste there. It seems to be made of a rough color. I've emptied the rest of the ingredients thoroughly.

“Boil!”

Bugle, buzz, buzz.

At a moderate boil, Echo takes a sip of soup and puts it in his mouth.

“......? ”

I've never tasted it before in my life. The taste was a bit of pepper paste in the water. It's red, but it tastes like orange.

Echo narrows his eyes.

I poured the pepper powder again.

After a while.

The soup was crispy and thick, but the taste was still pale. There, spicy. It tasted completely unknown.

Echo poured water to neutralize the spicy taste.

And this time, I dropped the pepper paste.

“......! ”

It only tasted like pepper paste. I could hardly call it food. In the old days, they used to feed these soup to fighting chickens. If you feed it, you'll burn it to the ground and destroy it completely.

Whoever's going to eat this, that's for sure.

Echo snaps his chin in the kitchen and thinks.

Eventually, Echo came to pick up the tangerines that were sucking on the crepes in the room.

Tangerine had a hobby of tasting everything the size of her mouth, but she told me that crepes taste like crepes.

When Echo gives you a mouthful of soup, Tangerine chips! I spit it out.

“Hey, you little brat. Get rid of all the sugar. Give me some cotton. Shoo, shoo, shoo! Residence! Residence!”

Tangerine slapped Echo's chest like she was angry. Echo's predictions were exactly right.

Tangerines squealed, pointing to my dad's cupboard.

Echo opens the cupboard door and finds a cask of ramen soup. Echo nods.

In an angry dark red soup, magic powder was poured out.

Bugle, buzz, buzz.

The soup of the stir-fried chicken bath was, in fact, the river of hell. Do you really think it's okay for black and red soup to bubble up and boil? was enough to raise questions.

After a while.

Echo takes a sip of soup with an anxious face.

“......! ”

Now it is a soup worth eating. Echo looks at the ramen soup with a truly remarkable face.

I don't know who invented the soup, but I thought I saved a lot of lives.

Here you go.

It's time to put down the fried chicken bath you made, and destroy the evidence.

Echo soothes himself with a deep drink of cold water.

Suddenly, the arcade passed by.

Who the hell is number one? '

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“Oh, Steelho! ”

“Qasim.”

Chulho stroked Qasim's head, saying.

“Well done. You said locusts passed this year. ”

“Yes, well, it's hard. ”

“I made fried chicken. I've put some roots and mandrakes in it for a thousand years, so eat it slowly. ”

“Hahaha! Thank you! ”

Qasim picks up the pot that Cheolho gave him.

Kasim picks it up and shares it with his girlfriend, the snowman, Helena.

Immediately after speaking, Kasim opened his eyes wide.

“This, this flavor......! ”

It was intense and stimulating. It was like a tempestuous storm.

“...... noodles are delicious, right? ”

Qasim tilts his head.

< This flavor! > End

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