Seasons go round, late autumn. Winter footsteps are coming right up to that.
Although curry was made, spiced dishes were more often arranged on the table.
They say it's part of the chef's curry research, but if you start with me and the delicious ones line up, it's perfectly fine. Joseph and Elise were also happy to hold hands.
The children's curry is sweet enough for you to eat Leggles, too, so when you come out, you say, "Whoa!" And while I'm happy to put my hand on my cheek, I eat a lot more than usual, and as much as I substitute.
As far as Dr. Romanoff was concerned, he liked it enough to contact Mr. Viktor and take the initiative to buy him spices.
The spices are so luxurious that you can also turn the curry powder with the recipe to Fiore in the city cafeteria.
Speaking of the city, Kikunai said that cheaper taxes since then combined with being able to eat a little delicious food allowed the adventurers to stay.
That's what Mr. Laurent told me if I visited the city while I went to give him the recipe.
It's as slow as the season goes around, but Kikunai is probably getting a little better. That could be my hopeful observation.
Just as the city changes, so does Kikunai's mansion.
The cabbage that was replanted around the middle of the ninth month is going to grow well and it will be almost time for harvest later.
At Yuansan's suggestion, I decided to grow seedlings grown in the soil of the garden and in Yuansan's fields in our garden and Yuansan's fields, but they're getting smaller for what they're making in Yuansan's fields.
On the other hand, the seedlings I planted in our garden, raised in the soil of Yuansan's field, were poorly grown at first, but now they are not so inferior to the ones I grew in our soil from the beginning.
"Is it dirt after all?"
"Hmm, is that dirt?"
"The seedlings grown in the soil of this garden have been planted in the fields of the eagle."
The dirt in this garden is the dirt I'm soaking, and I have a "green hand," so maybe it works.
Well, vegetables taste bad.
Even if it grows big, it doesn't make sense when the flavor is too big.
"In the meantime, you have to harvest it and compare it to eat it"
"Right. My grandson has been helping me with my fields lately."
"Really?"
"My brother and I are getting worse and worse. He's on the run."
I know it's because he's giving in to make sure of the dirt, but Yuen San's back always looks round.
It's kind of stubborn.
"Are you and your brother that close?
"Hey, maybe that's more of a friendship with my parents than with my brother. Whatever you do, scold your brother because he's small. I guess I'm just saying that it's quicker to pay attention to those who understand because my brother will know more about my parents for the first time I was born. It's only natural to mess around when you're told a novel that you didn't do anything wrong."
"What about your parents?
"Even though we both know it with our heads, they really think to my brother, 'Why don't you understand me?'"
"Oh, but your brother didn't want to be your brother, wasn't it convenient for adults that your brother became your brother? You didn't let me choose, but I was wondering if I could just push it for convenience..."
"This is an earache story."
Yuen San laughs bitterly.
Often, kids pick their parents and say they're born or something, but I don't think that one.
Children can't choose their parents, and even parents can't choose their children.
However, parents have the option not to be parents.
If that's what you mean, parents can choose between sorting their children "alive" and "not alive", that is.
The fetus cannot commit suicide.
If parents can choose more or less, you're talking about choosing our parents and how much I like to suffer.
... shouldn't.
This was my pan, and it wasn't a good thing to hit Yuen San.
Honestly apologizing like that, "Nana," Yuansan laughs frankly.
"Than that," he pointed and dropped his gaze near his waist, Leggles pulled the hem of my blouse.
I see this one on my upper head. There's a membrane of tears hanging out in my eyes.
"Er... what? What's the matter with you?
"No, no, no, no?
"Hmm? I don't hate it. Why?"
"Because... 'I didn't want to be'"
"Er... now you understand what I'm talking about!?
"Just a little bit."
Oh no, hey, my brother, Hsien!?
Apparently, just for a moment, he figured out what I and Yuansan were talking about.
It just seemed that the part I figured out was only a little bit and it was a delicate place, but it was a different way of understanding it in Leggles.
When I stroke the fluffy blonde hair, I sip (soot) out of the groove in earnest.
"Leggles, yeah. I'm not talking about me and Regulus."
"No?
"No, I'm not. And I wanted to be Leggles' brother."
"Really? Ray, don't you want it?
"Not that I don't need it or need it..."
I can't bracket it for not needing it or anything like that.
"You are my treasure."
"Ra too! No, no, no, no!
With tears and a squeaky face, Leggles smiles and jumps at me.
Recently, Leggles grew tall and gained a little weight, so Yuansan's hand supported me in mistaking and fluttering.
I wipe my tears with the handkerchief I brought, and I do it with my nose as a chin, and Leggles comes over with a sleigh and a cheeky pepper.
My brother is cute and happy today.
When the cunt sticks together, the gutter and the implantation of the courtyard shakes.
When Yuansan, who was smiling, turned her gaze to you, Utsunomiya appeared from between implants.
"Young lady, if you don't come back, Mr. Rottenmeyer..."
"Sir?"
"Yes, Dr. Romanoff is with you now. Er... Shit, Master Shostakovich and..."
Mr. Viktor is here!?