I’m the White Pig Nobleman, but With the Memories of My Previous Life, I’ll Raise My Little Brother

Walking with Potatoes For a while, I arrived at Mr. Fiore's lodging.

They used to come here lonely and have more snack guests than lodgers, but when you look at the stables, many horses are connected, and the upstairs are also pictured uncut in the window facing the street.

"Hello," he said, opening the door, and the customer's gaze poured on the three of us as the inside shimmered.

But it's also for a moment, and then again, gay and busy, and Mr. Fiore's tender mother, who sees us from the reception, comes out to pick us up with a patsy.

"Well, good to see you..."

'Cause I heard Mr. Fiore had business with me.'

"Oh, my God, that girl! I can't believe I called the young man...!

"No, because I had a business trip dish the other day"

Talking on the doorstep is what gets me through the back.

Then it seemed like Mr. Fiore ran from the butterfly and the kitchen and came breathing with his shoulders.

"Sassen! I thought you weren't going out with me, but I can't get out of the inn."

"Busy is more than anything. I'll take a walk, too."

When I recommend water to Mr. Fiore, who speaks in a hurry, he drinks it up at once and Mr. Fiore takes a breather.

Leggles turned his sparkling face to him as he exhaled heavily.

"Can you get a tattoo again?

"Takopa?

"It's delicious!

Shaggy Leggles is cute, but Viktor, who doesn't know what Taco Daddy is, twisted his neck, and Fiore's face at the time is dark.

What's the matter with you?

When asked with his eyes, "Actually," Mr. Fiore speaks out.

"It's a good price for octopus in Kikunai, and it gets expensive. It's cheap and delicious. It's a lodging house in the city for sale. So I don't think I can get out of here."

"Then why don't you make it with bacon or cheese instead of octopus?

That's not "Taco Daddy."

"Oh... well, think of another name, why don't you make Taco Daddy a special menu"

"I thought about that myself, sss, but if that's the case, I want my master's forgiveness. It's unacceptable to modify or rename a master's recipe at the disciple's discretion!

"Oh, you know..."

What a courtship.

Contrary to the appearance that you don't have eyebrows or have bad eyesight and seem hard to catch, Mr. Fiore is someone who tries to get through those things exactly.

"I don't mind. Bacon Mandarin Baked or Su (Cheese) Mandarin Baked, whatever your name is."

"Bruise!

Mr. Fiore, who takes the cock hat he was wearing and salutes it most, has one swirl hair on his head.

Speaking of which, could the sauce be reproduced?

Trying to make Uster sauce on your own takes a lot of time.

If we had a pressure cooker, it would be shorter, but our pot is the only one that hung magic.

If you ask me, I can tell that the sauce takes a long time, and you think that's why I can't cheapen my octopus.

"The sauce itself is delicious, so I think there is demand. Later, if you even manage the labor costs involved in making the sauce, I wonder if it's inexpensive and the uster sauce can be used, what do you say?

"Shh. I'll buy a ton thanks to Curry, so Jamil, the merchant the young man has found, makes the spice cheaper than the Empire City, so if we can do something about it...!

Well, then we'll have to.

Looking back at Mr. Viktor.

Then he replied, "I know," he said.

"Well, can you use magic?

"I'm a cook, and the initial degree of fire is"

"Then you're fine. Can you bring me the pan I use to make the sauce?

"What?

Suddenly he tells me to bring the pot, and Mr. Fiore frowns without it.

When I explained to him the magic I hung in our pot and told him that Mr. Viktor would apply the tweaks to make it easier to use, Pah and Mr. Fiore's face lit up.

"This elf is such an amazing person!?

"Yeah. It's my other teacher. There's one more person besides Dr. Romanov and Mr. Viktor, and he's on his way to banditry right now, so I'll introduce him next time."

"Bruise!

Deeply bowing his head to Mr. Viktor as well, Mr. Fiore ran out to the kitchen.

Mr. Viktor flaunts his shoulder on his back.

"I was supposed to take a summer break, but I worked. Uh, you can play more, right?

"It's a magic trick I was able to play with. If you can eat something delicious, I'll bang it."

"You have a problem with hobbies and labor."

I guess.

I don't think I work as well as people say I do.

Both knob craftsmen and small things like neck warmers are just on the hobby extension line.

I started the company by teaching you how to make it first, but from there, Mr. Rottenmeyer, teachers, Louis and other people I don't know worked hard, and it's made up like this.

It's the same thing that makes the city happy, and the menu is the idea, but it's the Fiore guys, the city people who are fighting for it.

That said, Mr. Viktor moves his neck into the denial system.

"Lords' work not only involves direct labor, but also setting up an environment for it, setting up businesses that make it dependent, and placing the right people there. If that's the case, you're doing far more than your parents are doing at that age, so you deserve to be praised and praised."

"Hmm, even compared to those people..."

"Uh... hey..."

It is a well-known fact that those people are the opposite of diligence. I was just told it was splendid compared to that......

Mr. Viktor turns away when he smiles bitterly, while pointing water at Leggles.

"What do you think of Jae-tan?

"No, no, no, no! No, they make lots, lots, lots, lots!

Leggles, who waves his hands wide and appeals to "a lot," is so cute.

If Leggles is happy with you, that's fine.

When I'm horrified, Leggles hugs me with his hands wide open. As I held it back, Mr. Fiore, holding the pan, returned.

"This is it, though."

"Yes, sir. Well, uh, check it out."

"Yes."

"Yes!"

Leggles also sees the pot in my imitation, and naturally Mr. Fiore sees his fingertips touching Mr. Viktor's pot with anticipation.

When I whispered something Gonyo Gonyo, the light coming out of Mr. Viktor's fingertips lightly wrapped the pan.

When magic tames the pot, the light is absorbed by the pot and eventually disappears.

"Yes, done"

When Mr. Fiore rushes over to the pot, as he was bounced, to the voice of Mr. Light Viktor, he touches him with a pet to make sure he is feeling well.

A pot of iron emitting dull light, carefully watched and stroked, and Gabba and momentum, Mr. Fiore bowed his head to Mr. Viktor.

"Bruise! That was really helpful, sss!

"You're welcome. Check how to use it and contact Kikunai's mansion if anything goes wrong. 'Cause I'll be right back."

"Yes, sss!

Laughing happily, Mr. Fiore immediately takes the pan to the kitchen.

She just had a sauce she was about to make, so she wanted to try it out, and quickly transferred the contents to a pan hung with [pressure pan] magic.

Waiting For a while, filtering the contents of the boiled pan with the pressure cooker effect, Mr. Fiore nods after tasting the finished sauce.

"Uster sauce, I still need to boil a little more, but I made it!

"Yay! Taco, I can do it again!

Long live Fiore and Leggles.

The two shaved alike, and me and Mr. Viktor laughed face-to-face.