Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[43rd day]

"Ask me a little, Get. Brother, I have offered thirty meals of my noodles! And it's free!"

"No, not yours."

"Is my brother's thing!"

"Is that OK?"

A fishman wearing sunglasses and my eldest sister-in-law, Elf, have such a conversation while stepping.

He and her feet are covered with blue sheets. Beneath it is wheat kneaded with water and salt in a plastic bag. Further below is a wooden board.

Stomping, stomping.

Stomping, stomping.

Looking sideways, I fight fried food. I was defeated once so I got excited.

Put cold water and mayonnaise in a bowl. After mixing well, add flour and mix vigorously to leave lumps. The clothing liquid is now complete.

By the way, I gaze at the large pot of oil. It was simmering on fire.

"Makina, what's the temperature of the oil?"

"It is suitable for 180 ℃"

Sound is heard from the cylindrical unit.

Makina Unit Repair. Sixth generation artificial intelligence for space exploration. When viewed from the side, it can only be seen as a white drum, but this is still a crystal of advanced technology.

However, my repair seemed something wrong. Since the self-form number became unknown, it was called repair for convenience. The function seems to be renovating at any time.

"Okay, let's get started."

First, apply the onion to the liquid and drop it on the oil. Crackling and good sound. Listen to the rising air splashes and changes in sound. At the moment of high change, raise from oil in 40 seconds.

"How is it?"

"Wow, it looks delicious. It's fried well, Sawyer

"It's a sound. I could hear the change in the sound that passed through. By the way, how do you score?"

"35 points"

Low.

Mass-produce 35 onions and put them on a clean cloth. Next is shredded eggplant. Feeling longer, raise from oil in less than a minute.

"How is it?"

"Yes, wonderful. The heat is flowing well. "

"And how do you score?"

"28 points"

It's down!

Mass-produce 28 eggplants on cloth.

Next we put watercress in oil. Medium difficult. We somehow adjust the shape by sending loose pieces. It can be raw, so it takes about 30 seconds.

“What about Makina?

"Get-san, Air-san, that's fine-enough is enough."

There is no flattery.

Mass production out of non-examination, on the cloth.

During that time, Makina removed the blue sheet and checked the kneaded wheat.

"Wonderful. It will be wonderful and delicious. "

"Eh, really?

"Are you good? That's what the elf steps on."

Fly the sky scum back and store it in the vessel.

Now, let's fight lonely with my favorite.

Soak the prepared shrimp in the clothing liquid. Shake gently and wear more. Put one touchstone into the oil. Stick the clothes before hardening with chopsticks. Bring together the clothes that are about to scatter.

Watch the sinking and floating shrimp. Turn in a minute or so.

Watch over for a while.

The bubbles have become smaller. The sound is clearly too high.

here!

Raise shrimp and blossomed shrimp. The deep fried color is perfect.

100 feelings on cloth.

"How is it, Makina"

"Oh, yes. Looks delicious"

It was like a reply from inertia.

Am I hurt?

"Hmmm, which one?"

A pale hand stretches out over the shoulder, grabs the shrimp and retracts.

"That, hot, um, umm"

The sound of eating crispy right behind me. He tried to turn around, but was still stopped by grabbing his head. When turning around with no restraint, one cat clings to the feet.

Gray long hair with gold eyes. It looks like a cat, but it's my god.

"OK."

"Mislanica. Next time, if you eat the knobs, you'll reduce the silliness."

"I'm cheeky to the habits of the believers"

", it hurts"

A small, domineering god claws with claws and my feet.

Makina rolls next to me (it turns sideways), and puts the kneaded wheat on a cutting board. Fold it and shape it, and the arm with the kitchen knife will cut evenly. Refined lean beauty. Of course, it is a hand of a machine, but a hand reminiscent of a skilled craftsman. Precision, but not inorganic. I felt even thankful for the ingredients there.

I noticed slightly, but don't do this.

"Mr. Sawyer. Who do you think the meal is for?

"Well, for the eater."

I was asked some philosophical questions.

Makina continues without stopping.

"I agree. But people love mom's 70 meat and potatoes more than professionally made 80 meat and potatoes. Cooking is subjective love. Love cannot be scored. "

What

"What"

I was shot by a lightning strike. In an imagery sense.

Mislanica-sama clings to me as I stagger.

"What's up?"

It was. Instant noodles are delicious if you have love. But that's because of the flavor seasoning. No, love.

"I'm sorry Makina. I've forgotten. Well, the food that the eater thinks is always delicious is a perfect dish .... What is this shrimp?"

"21 points"

Low .

I vow that I will work hard without getting sick. Mass-produced 21 shrimp.

Soon, the fried food is completed.

"Makina, I left it to you."

"Roger"

Makina puts the cut pieces in boiling water.

I moved Geth's fried food to a net basket. We have prepared an old drone for high altitude observation. The design is like a tea can with a propeller. A basket is fixed to this.

"Makina, raise me up."

"Yes"

The drone goes flying. It quickly became smaller.

"Please lower it when it cools down properly"

"Yes, yes"

After that, pickle soup.

Put soy sauce and soup stock in a pan and dissolve, mirin and a little sugar. Tasting. Alright. Replace with a teapot.

The condiments were rubbed ginger, roasted pine nuts, pepper and onion containing vinegar, a by-product of the failure of Sriracha sauce.

"Soya, boiled up!"

"Okay"

I picked up a large colander for cereals that I purchased here and moved with Makina holding a pot. Pour hot water on the appropriate ground. Cut lightly. Return to the campsite and massage with cold water. Serve separately for the number of people. Instead, leave it in cold water.

The drone is back.

Get cannot check the temperature of fried food because he cannot eat hot food. 12 ° C. The clothes were still crispy because they were cooled rapidly by the wind over the sky.

Four days ago. He tried to use heat-resistant magic to reduce the life of the fried food.

Get and Mr. Air are sitting at the table side by side. Air waits in a state that can't wait.

Enter the tent and call Lana.

"I have lunch"

"Foo"

An expression that was quick. I'm nervous. Lana is vulnerable to getting up, but today she is even weaker. Thin clothes called T-shirts on hot pants. The gentle twin hills shook and my eyes were deprived.

"If you do not have an appetite, leave it, but what do you do? Do you still sleep?"

"Yeesss"

Lana softly hugs me as I approach.

The head smelled like a sweet smell.

"Cho, wife"

"Always thank you, thank you so much ...

I fell asleep.

Oh, big. I'm happy and full of breasts. Physically! Putting aside, the urge to directly massage is greatly suppressed, suppressed, suppressed! ……………. Let Lana lie down. Instead, let me hunger. Aside from chicken. I just want to be dignified. I want to do …………… Yes.

Get out of the tent.

Another tent is what I am thinking.

"What happened to your sister?"

"I still want to sleep. Is it the effect of running out of magic?"

"Eh, it's sloppy, already."

My sloppy sister usually tells me that.

In the dish, Makina had arranged for Rana. Both are not preserved. Mislanica's share is in a separate tent as usual.

Then

"Hey, funny guys. I'm alive, but I've never seen a fishman, elf, and him at the table."

"e"

There was a father.

Today is on foot. In the meantime

Did Makina not issue an approach warning because he was a hostile person?

"Medim. If you like, please come with me

"Oh, yeah. Is there someone inside?"

Makina offers her father a meal. It's just good because Lana was vacant. Makina's strange contact with locals recently. I hope that it has also appeared to the people of the firm, and it will not be a problem later.

"I'm going to leave my seat?"

"What the hell are you saying. You're a landlord, so get out of the complaining guy."

Air countered Geth's concern.

Father who arrived at the table agrees.

"Fishman, if you feel uncomfortable, I'll leave.

"Nice to eat here"

I'm convinced that the three of us are convinced.

"And what is this?"

And father.

"Yes, let me explain today's menu."

"Shortly!"

A nail was stuck in the air.

"There are few noodle dishes in this region, so I tried noodles. The ingredients are water, salt, flour (medium flour). Mix this, step on it, knead it, boil it. Eat it because it is exposed to water It was easy. We had Air and Geth help. "

"It was quite fun"

"Did you step on it?"

"No, my dad. There is no hygiene problem because the cloth is tightly sandwiched."

"Yes, but it's good."

It's not wine, it's not straight.

"Eat half the noodles in this pickled juice. Eat the spices and enjoy the change in taste."

Makina puts the pickled juice in a small bowl and goes around.

"Afterwards, it's tempura. It's a dish made by mixing the water-melted wheat with the ingredients. The ingredients are onions, eggplant, elf toothpaste (cress), and shrimp from the Modubaful Ocean.

Vegetables are fresh from the farmland this morning, and shrimp are also a gem that Ghetto picked up in the morning.

This dish is simple but requires long training, and it takes at least ten years to reach the entrance. From there you will practice until you die.

In my skill, it is far from the original taste. I made an effort, but it is far from the passing grade. However! Guarantee that it will never be disappointing. Because the material is good!

It is good to simply eat with salt, soak in pickled soup, and by the way, it has a long history and it was introduced to Japan with a gun from Portugal --- ''

"Eat it fast!

I stopped talking because complaints came from three directions,

"Then, today's menu. Zaru udon and tempura. Please enjoy it."

The prayers are all right, and the three pick up their forks. Makina was serving tea.

First, tempura.

"I'm crisp and crispy."

Geto is excited. I didn't need to cut the life.

"My brother raised his arm."

Air is satisfied and proud.

"Hey. It's not greasy for fried food. Crispy. It's interesting whether it's a batter or how to fry. It's delicious to eat with salt."

My father sacrifices tempura.

There was a slippery sound.

Air was sipping udon. Dad stares at it.

"Wow, I'm nervous.

"Princess Eyre. Not an adventurer like me, is that a bit rude?"

Father points out. Air is still an elf princess. It's vulgar to eat things here.

"But in my brother's country I eat like this. I saw me."

In a movie.

"So that's it"

Ghet slurps with excitement. The udon slides into the mouth and chews with maki maki.

"Hmm, it's because of this juice? Or how to eat? The aroma and taste are different."

"That's right, ramen is also better."

The father, who showed a little thought, dipped the noodles in pickled soup and slid at once.

"Hum, the texture is like hardened plump bread. The street is good. It's not hard but chewy. Is this soup, maybe a fermented bean?"

"Yes, do you understand?"

I am surprised at the unexpected father's point.

"In the past, I was eaten soup with a flavor similar to that of Melm. No, but it was a terrible taste compared to this."

Who is Melm? And searching in the brain,

"Eh, what is a meme? Do you know him?"

In the disgusting voice of Air, he realizes he is his sister's father.

"Once in a while, we had a party for a while. I and the king, Lansir's mother, Melm, and his ..."

In the end, my father is muffled and cannot hear.

"He was an adventurer."

"Oh, he was a sword, unusual for an elf. In the end I never won."

"Hmm, I'm not interested."

I stepped on a mine. Dad silently concentrates on the meal.

I'm finally eating it.

"I will do it"

The udon noodles are not too bad. Enjoy the noodles with more ginger. Horse.

Tempura, first onion. Soak it in pickled udon soup and eat it. The slight crispness of the clothes and the sweetness of the onions are good. Suddenly, skip the udon. Tempura, udon, tempura, one-two punch of udon. Add a little spice and enjoy the change of taste. Air was too hot to be in agony. That is always the case. Geto was replacing the udon. My father eats as well.

The shrimp were finally set aside and appreciated.

Under the sky of another world, the sound of sipping udon resounds.

so,

"What is it for?"

After lunch, washing, and after Geth returned, Air went out to play with the bells. My father is still at the campsite. I'm taking a break with a high-quality Kimel.

"I'm waiting, too late."

"Hah"

What's up.

I got to the table because I was out of stock. Nyan and Misronica came on her knees. Stroke your forehead and neck. I played with my paws in and out.

He is a god who can love and kill his time.

"Speaking of which is the king's body, but it's better."

"That's good"

"This morning I've been holding my sword for a long time and I'm training my prince again. The adventurer's king isn't Date, and his sword line doesn't fluctuate."

"No, it's too soon to heal."

Has beriberi healed so easily?

Well, humans in this world are rugged and have a lot of strange performance. Maybe magical power is also involved.

Is it useless to measure with modern common sense?

"That's a reward."

"It's a reward"

Reward, or, because it saved the king's life, is it natural for me? I didn't see it.

"I'll tell you if you have hope."

"Do you want?"

There is no such thing.

Money? No, now that the mass production of mayonnaise has succeeded, the money will be enough to stay on the adventure. Money is important, but too much will only destroy you. I need no more.

After that, like a convenient magic item? …………… It does n’t come with a pin. It is troublesome to get a weird thing and hit it poorly.

"Ah"

There was one urgent need.

"Dad, is there a way to recover the regeneration point at once?"

"Yes, there is."

Surprisingly found easily. I'll ask you.

"Let's do this."

"?"

The father is given a gold coin with a chain. Due to the impact of going to the firm, I intended to see a set of coins, but I never saw them. Wheel? Collar? Design is done.

"You met a police officer."

"Yes, when I just came here"

"Behind the garrison there is a store called The Goddess of Sleep and Harvest. Wrap this chain around your left hand."

When I asked for details, a carriage came and was blocked.

"Oh, did you come?"

Dad stood up, picked up luggage from the carriage and dropped off at the campsite. Looks like a bag of flour. One bag, two bags, three bags.

"Oh, what is this?"

"Sugar"

My father coughs and speaks solemnly.

"King's edict, the Gentile Adventurer. Make food to heal the king's body."

"I hate it."

I refuse to tell my father.

"No, you're just a royal decree. You shouldn't go against it. I don't wanna cut you."

"Because it's not a job of an adventurer but a job of a cook!"

Even though it's just a lot different for things other than dungeons.

No more tedious and troublesome!

"You can't help. You make something better and healthier than the chef at Ojo, and you're expecting it. You've lost three jobs."

"Yes, you know! I have ramen, so be patient!"

"I think so," said the king, "medim, after eating salty things, I want to eat sweet things. I have a job in the dungeon. I don't want to take the time to use this booth.

"Oh, I was bald! I was bald to the king!"

Record and let the King know!

I'm with you!

"Oh, I'll go many times. Bald. Hage! Even if I'm an adventurer's father, I'm not a guardian of the king."

My father was dissatisfied and heated up, so I read the air and cooled down.

"But I'm also full of my adventures, so I'm not prepared to be a king anymore."

Is it important for life, can you take care of the luxury goods? Also, if you accept this once, you will be asked endlessly.

from tomorrow,

Become a Japanese chef.

It's normal! You have to change the title of your memoirs!

That bald.

"......... Hmmm, yeah. That's right.

Father thinks.

Think for a while and set one condition.

"How about on a map? From ten to twelve levels"

"Really!"

Surprising exchange conditions.

Maps are expensive items. Accurate and credible things can be ridiculous.

By the way, the map filled in from the fifth to the tenth level, from corner to corner, is 500 gold coins. Above it, it's scary and doesn't look.

This is something that can quickly become obsolete if sold poorly and spread, and jeopardizes the adventurer's job itself. A dungeon is made up of some human sacrifice. If we break it and seek only efficiency, what kind of disaster will the collapsed ecosystem cause?

According to the unspoken rules, the exchange of maps is absolutely limited to adventurers only.

Some people broke this and shed it to a merchant, but the next day he seemed to be floating on the river with the merchant.

Somehow, the union president's face came to mind. She smiles with her white teeth and her cuteness.

"Well, it's a reasonably accurate map. Don't tell anyone? It's my credit problem."

"What's up to the tenth and thirteenth levels?"

I accumulated a little.

Then, the wings in the breast pocket show off. In fact, this is God's testimony of a fair deal.

Instant noodles that can not be made in this world, and sweets that can get vitamin B1 that is not available in this region. How much would it cost if its value was set fairly?

"......... I can't help but go down to the thirteenth level. I'll bring it tomorrow. Have some sweets ready."

Alright!

This guy is lucky. Let Isola read and create a route.

This adventure may go smoothly.

But the more you go, the less sweet it is like sugar.