Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"Well. The last one..."

Looking back to hear the location of the third farmhouse to be visited, the colour of fatigue looks darker.

The situation in the two houses that have been around since morning is only unexpected and seems to be preventing me from sorting my head out.

Especially since Paperino looks pale.

A lot of things could have been too irritating.

"And I just wanted to say, do you want to go back to the mansion for now"

"Are you sure?

"Well, I did the minimum inspection. Take it home, think about it, and then we'll have another inspection."

There's not much to fly about.

The reconstruction of the countryside is a matter of contention for a moment, but when we crumble, we have neither an ex nor a child.

Think hypothesis. Collect information on site. Modify the hypothesis.

Intellectual health that merely repeats the cycle of hypothesis modification must be left aside.

To do this, I need a good meal.

"So let's make it a little delicious lunch. Sarah, could you buy me a river fish or shrimp from the lady earlier"

I give him a little more copper coin and he says, "Okay! I'll get it!," the red-haired daughter flew down the road where she came from.

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Even if you say you eat delicious food, the ingredients are limited in this territory.

Garlic, vegetable oil in flour, herbs and leaks.

And only one fish (perch) Sarah bought.

"Later, I want to use it because it's time for the bread."

The sturdy bread is a type of preserved food that is cooked tightly to last longer, but it doesn't last that long either.

"Fixed bread or..." Kirik looks disgusted when he shuts his mouth to a completely poor diet.

"It's okay! I have a good idea!

Sarah seems to have some odds, but will she be okay?

Start by splitting up and starting the work.

Kilik is the flour maker.

It's a heavy labor that needs the power to put wheat in a hand-wound stone mold in the kitchen and turn it even.

Watching the flour spit out a little bit from the stone molars that make a gorilla noise, you can see why flour is expensive today.

Paperino is in charge of harvesting garlic, herbs and leaks from the fields.

"Kenji, do something about the fish! Sarah says," So I'm in charge of the fish (perch).

This is my first time cooking river fish, but I can handle as much larger fish as I can.

I sharpen the gories and scales with the back of a knife, but I feel somewhat out of hand.

I feel Sarah staring at me jizzily as I rip my belly properly and remove my guts, dropping my head, fins, tails, etc. and machining it like that.

I wonder what it is. Is it a gorgeous knife (knife)? Is the stock going up or something?

"Kenji, you're surprisingly used to fish."

That level?

Sure, from people who don't eat fish much, they may have disgusting eyes and other rejections.

"If you turn it down like this, you don't look like much fish, do you?

Personally, I prefer fish to stay in shape, but before I get used to it, I might as well cut them into smaller pieces.

And make the same pasta.

Raw pasta would be nice, but you might want to make some dried noodles and set them aside.

I don't know how to make it.

"So long! I've been thinking about a new one today!

”Chef” Sarah's new pasta class starts there.

"First! Powder the bread... and fry in oil!

When the hardened bread was shredded and powdered with the back of a knife and sautéed in a shallow iron pan with garlic and vegetable oil, a fragrant smell developed as soon as possible.

This smells like garlic bread.

"Sounds delicious, doesn't it? Why don't you put vegetable oil on the bread and eat it? Then I thought it would be delicious even if powdered! So I chop herbs and leaves and mix them all the way..."

When soothed with leaves and herbs chopped with fragrant bread flour, that's just a fine topping.

Stir in the salt shaken perch in the scented oil of a pan with more bread flour pulled up. With a slight scorch on the white fish, that just seems delicious to eat.

It involves boiled raw pasta in parallel there.

The space called the kitchen with hot air and fragrance is in great trouble due to the flurry of delicacies.

Like Kilik or Paperino, who finished helping, sticking up in the kitchen and staring jizzily at Sarah's hand, he's like a religious man who worships some kind of goddess.

"Yes! Done! Uh, pasta with bread flour, vegetable oil, garlic, herbs, leaves and perch!

Sarah's name wasn't much, but she doesn't complain more than she did originally.

From the fragrance, this is absolutely delicious.

Preparing a plate of spread and serving the pasta we were able to serve made it a tough snatch for all of us.

It's a race to stab a fork in a pile of pasta and wrap it around a circle.

Everyone is desperate to increase their share at all.

But I have a secret weapon.

"Ah! Dear deputy! Aren't you winding something up fast!

Yes, it's a four-tooth fork made of copper that I personally ordered and made.

I brought it to the realm to see if this could happen.

Where the other faces struggle to wind up with a wooden two-tooth fork, they gently and magnificently wind it up and serve it on a plate.

"Kenji, sloppy!

"Not sloppy. It's not a bad idea for a man who's been ready since day to day to win."

Don't listen to the loser's criticism, but mouth the pasta.

The first thought, this is good, ran out of.

I feel like I've come to this world and had rice equivalent to the original world for the first time.

The muddy smell of river fish also doesn't bother me because I shake salt and sautéed it in garlic and soothed it with herbs and leaks.

crisp, volumetrically satisfying feel of fried bread flour.

I feel surprised by the mouth and tongue that has only eaten porridge of wheat for a long time.

Humans may be satisfied creatures if they have warm salt, oil and carbohydrates.

The hustle and bustle of the first delicious meal since we came to the territory and the table taking it away from each other continued for some time after that.