Linea, who finished cooking, brought the dish here.

"Done. You shouldn't have misplaced salt and sugar this time."

"Oh well. Okay, I'll take it."

When I took a bite, I did not season the portions and ingredients wrong and it was a very tasty dish.

"What do you say?

I answered with a smile because you were worried, and Linnea was afraid to ask.

"Delicious."

"Well, that would be nice..."

But I also thought at dinner yesterday that the linea dishes are really delicious. This chicken is also for exquisite flavoring - ooh.

"Hmm?... chicken?

Chicken. Don't get hooked somewhere. With that said, I would have eaten chicken with this flavour before... Certainly the bird's name is Umlevard.

"... what, Mulbird!?

When I turned my gaze to Mulbird, who I should have left with Ba, there was already no Mulbird figure there.

No way...... is that round grilled chicken (Mulbird)!?

"... maybe I shouldn't have used it?

"It's not like that! Why is it so delicious? You're not even burning, and you're dramatically bi-for-after. This!

"No, when I was burning, I wasn't completely burning inside, and there was still part of me that I could eat inside. I didn't think I'd waste that part."

"I see..."

You've often come up with that when you look at Mulbird, who was round-burned. Normally you'd think it was black burned inside......

When did you take Mulbird before that?

No, well, I've been thinking and bawling, and that's what's been distracting me.

Thus, thinking of the futility of when I took Mulbird, Linnea placed the dish opposite me and sat in a chair.

"Then I'll have it, too"

That's what I said. Just silently. Watching Linea start eating her pucker, I gave her a face as if Linea noticed my gaze.

"What's wrong with you? Look at me, Giro."

"No, I don't think I've ever seen Linnea eat dinner like that before."

"Even so, it's a violation of manners to see someone in a meal giddy. We'll throw them out of the house, won't we?

"Please don't. I'm sorry."

You're also highly motivated to kill words today.

Wait, wait, wait. I mean, they're eating the same thing...

"Hey Linea. Even at breakfast, did you eat the same thing as I did now?

"Yes... what is that?

"No, if you made the wrong amount of salt and sugar or something when you made mine, you would also make the wrong amount when you made your own, so you figured it out when you ate it yourself..."

"It's... actually only boggled me when I make Mr. Al's share"

"What? That's terrible."

Well, I'm in a position to have it made, so I appreciate that, and I have nothing to complain about.

But why were you only bothering me when you made my share?

"But I don't like wasting food in the state of this city, so I'll be careful in the future"

"Okay."

You were thinking something when you accidentally were making my share. That's for everyone, and I don't care.

"What's wrong with you? If you don't eat fast, it's gonna get cold, right?

"Nothing. Do you want me to eat too?"

I was still on my way. I resumed my meal.

Although it had only cooled down a little, the flavour of the dish had not been compromised and it was very tasty.