"The first semester is... the first semester is over... The first semester is over, Matsumoto..."
"Yes, welcome back. Again this week, no, you've worked really hard."
Even though it's busy at the end of the period, remodeling my parents wearing it for some reason. The compressed workload definitely muddles Mr. Mio and he can't even get up the front door steps.
"Ooh, it's hard to breathe..."
"Look, Fu was waiting for you, too. I don't know."
I received the bag from Mr. Mio and it melted on the spot when I gave him the stuffed animal fu instead. She is pressing her face against her white stomach and sucking thoughtfully.
"Kiku... Kiku..."
"Coffee."
"I'm going to twist around the penis."
I can see the familiarity around cleverly avoiding wearing cosmetics.
Yusuka and Chihiro Sister also did it as a child, why do people smoke stuffed animals?
"Has Matsumoto never smoked Mr. Akai?
"There isn't. Only once."
"Oh, my God."
"It stinks when I smoke it because it's octopus."
"Oh, my God."
"... because there are suction cups, they suck the other way, right?"
"That's right."
Seems pretty tired. If you need it again tomorrow, let's make it a double for you too.
The one that seems to work best, uh, said before that it's not for stuffed animals because they have machines in their stomachs.
"Here, stand up. It's... it's from dinner."
"Rice -"
"Not today."
"What kind of soybeans?
I don't care if I smoke too much and get addicted to it and my suit gets hairy, so I'll have it let go for once.
Mr. Mio comes fluttering after Fu. Explain the dedication while directing such an employer to the bedroom. I really don't know life because I'm getting paid for this.
With that in mind, I answered Mio's question in full.
"Samma and chestnut rice."
"Sa"
"It's Nma."
"Seasonal. Chestnut's."
"Seems the catch was low and expensive this year."
"Um, fat..."
Seasonal flavors boiling through meat festivals and where it was a tofu-centric diet again.
I know you're confused by that.
But it's autumn now. And Mio is tired of working hard.
"Okay, Mr. Mio"
"Yeah."
"The diet is meant to make you happy."
"Happiness...?
"If Mio is unhappy enough, I hope he's interrupted."
"Ma"
"Ma?"
"Matsumoto is sweet......!
"Um, what do you think I am?
"Soybean people......"
"Ham."
"I like ham......"
"Delicious, isn't it?"
"Raw ham... Tsukiya's raw ham..."
"They say there's more. Let me go eat for a reason when you calm down."
"Hamou......!
Raw ham that even got a little into the conversation at Murasaki's house, he's working pretty hard, but he's still nearly halfway there. I hear I bought it in July, and now after three months, it will be ripe and around the time of eating.
"For one thing, I'm Samma today. I'll serve freshly baked, so change your clothes."
"Get dressed......!
"Miso soup is Autumn Eggplant"
Make sure Mr. Mio disappears into the bedroom and retrieve the bat he left wrapped.
The contents are thinly sliced onions in a crispy samma, and two eggplants of autumn. It was soaked in a balsamic vinegar based combination seasoning.
"Serve Samma's marinade on a glass dish," he said.
Reduce the sugar and add the mirin, adding just a little kelp sauce. Marinated Western cuisine doesn't fight with rice or miso soup this way either.
"So,"
Place the fire on the fish grill. I wanted to use it again because I cleaned it carefully for use with pork kabayaki, because it was the reason I chose Samma.
Sashimi in marinade, sliced grilled in fried chicken. Of all the ways Samma eats, this is still the pinnacle when it comes to origin.
"Cut off Samma's tail with salt," he said.
If you do this, it will burn and peel off your bones when you shrink, making it easier to eat later.
There is also a way to keep cuts in so that the knife hits the bone, from head to tail. After baking, even children can eat it because they can pull the whole back out and leave it in a flickering state.
Mr. Mio's not a kid, so I won't do it. Yes, Mr. Mio is not a child.
"So, put it in the grill,"
Go to the grill where you preheated your two-tailed samma while telling yourself that Mio is an adult sister.
This preheating is surprisingly important. It can be cooked without escaping the flavour.
"Maybe ten minutes for this size."
Check the condition of the chestnut rice for miso soup while waiting.
Just as the grill timer turned around, Mr. Mio's bedroom door opened.
"Matsumoto?
"What is it?
"This at the table, what?
"It's Samma's bone spine."
Samma is actually delicious to the bone.
If you pull out your guts and fry them callously, you can eat all the bones or even your head. I've only tried it once, but Samma's head was a lump of flavor and DHA.
"Bone spine......"
"It's the fried bone that came out when I made the marinade. It's more crunchy than it looks."
"I was."
"Fast"
They don't hesitate anymore. It rarely seems to polypolish the bone shears of the wood dish.
"And then after dinner."
"Sammer!"
"And it's chestnut rice"
"Oooh..."
Transfer the samma out of the grill to a plate, accompanied by the one with the grated radish tip.
Arrange it on the table with marinade and miso soup, and now it's an international autumn meal.
"Mr. Matsumoto! Come on, baby!
"Yes, yes, yes, yes."
Cool the fish grill so that the smell of the fish does not settle in the house and immediately go to the table.
No more damage should be done to the taste of autumn, which is lost in seconds with heat.
"I'll have it!
"I'll have it."
First of all, it's still salted. People say vegetables are good for you first, but knives are what you hit while you're hot.
"Ugh, the fat!
When chopsticks are placed on the burnt skin so well that the more you apply the mirin, the tingling and fat creep out along with a crisp and light response. The moment I cut myself out of my back and put it in my mouth, my juice was tangled with rice and spread in my mouth so much that it melted loose.
Samma is a greasy fish, but the greasy one that thrives right behind her head is hard to see. Some people don't like this greasy, but Mio says, "Uh-oh!" Good.
"That's been a reaction since the ginger grill on the pig."
"It's autumn... it's autumn, Matsumoto... It's still a bit like summer, but I moved on for a month or so..."
Looks like you're happy for me. Above all.
Today's vocabulary still seems alive, and more importantly.
"Is the time progressing?"
"Moving on. Samma went about a month on her own."
"Autumn eggplant and chestnut will go on for three months."
"It's going to be very autumn...!
"It's winter."
"Winter"
It's September. If it is 9 + 3, it is December.
"Nevertheless, I'm glad you made chestnut rice well. It's surprisingly difficult, stripping raw chestnuts."
"Doesn't it go like sweet chestnuts?" Oh, my God. "
"That's the strength you can't live in nature."
"Oh, my God."
When I was talking about no other love, I took out my smartphone like Mr. Mio had come up with something.
"What's up?
"I haven't been able to talk to Kira today, so I thought I'd take a picture of this and send it to her."
"Isn't that okay? Murasaki will be at the same table."
I've only been sore since June when Mio hired me to eat dinner with someone. Even with a smartphone, meals while connected to someone taste different.
"Oh?"
"Did you reply?
"'Thank you.'"
"It's just simple. That's just simple."
"Kira-chan's message is useless."
"Speaking of which, you didn't like business emails."
It's surprisingly a lot of stereotypes and stuff, business emails.
"When I go to Tsukiya-chan for raw ham, I wonder if Kira-chan will come too"
"Ugh."
"Matsumoto?
"Oh no, imagine raw ham melon bread"
That's right. Murasaki won't get that far either.
You won't, will you?
"Ugh."
"In the meantime, let's eat"
"That's right."
I searched after this, and there was.
Raw ham melon bread was real.
It seems surprising, so I think I'll take it to visit Murasaki.