Isekai de Slow Life wo (Ganbou)

A few days after delivering your handmade iron plate.

When I visited the orphanage, it was unusual that there were no children outside playing, and it seemed that they were working in two places.

"Mmm. Smells good"

"You had lunch..."

"I can't resist this smell"

I came back today to see how things were going with Ciro on my way home from shopping, but at Ciro's suggestion I decided to stop by the orphanage.

Maybe I was curious because I left with a good smell the other day.

"Ah, brother! Did you come? And Shiro!

"Mm-hmm. Coming."

A girl as old as Shilo notices us, pulls her hand and pulls it toward the front of the group.

"Oh, brother! Thanks for the iron plate!"

A boy who makes an okonomiyaki while sweating on an iron plate says thank you as he wraps a cloth around his head to keep the sweat from falling off.

Hmm. Is the cold wind not flowing or is it weak? No, are you deliberately cutting it?

Or even when I brought the iron plate, she thanked me, and I smiled and peered into the okonomiyaki.

"What's it like?

"Hehe. It's getting better! What a great teacher!

Better. That's a good one.

It is true that the baking and subtraction seem to be really delicious.

I'm staring at Shiro to eat in too... don't touch the iron plate, okay?

"Try one! I've been trying to figure this out!

So he cuts the freshly baked okonomiyaki in half on an iron plate, and brilliantly transfers it to a wood plate and gives it to us.

Somehow, the speed has increased and seems to have improved considerably.

She also seemed impeccable to use Hera, and she was spinning her kull after she gave it to her.

"Lord, Lord. I want some Shiro too."

"Oh. Which..."

When I crack it and throw it into Shiro's mouth, uh, Shiro eats happily while saying ahhh.

When I take a bite while watching that smile too, I indulge in the heat of being able to stand.

"Oh..."

You're more fluffy than I made you.

Is this... yam...?

It's fluffy and soft inside, but crisp and fragrant on the outside, in short, it was delicious.

"Hehe. What do you say?"

"Oh, it's delicious. Could you have mixed the yamamoi?

"Hiroishi is your teacher's teacher. You'll see in one shot!

Well, there are quite a few in the original world.

Still, it's amazing because it's the result of our own ideas before I say anything.

"Mmm. Yummy!

Shiro seemed to be in a good mood, and I kept eating the dishes I had as I gave them to Shiro and sauced them around my mouth.

"Wooden dishes look handmade."

"Yeah! I'm splitting up and sharing roles now! An adventurer aspiring child takes a tree and a child who wants to be a production system practices processing. A child with magical qualities puts magic into the Stone and stores it! So, if I'm a cook aspiring, or a kid who wants to be in a general position, I'm the Okonomiyaki manager!

Heh. That's some sort of lead behavior...

Do each of you do what you can to help?

"So where is that teacher?

"I'm teaching on the other side now."

"Oh well. Then don't show your face for a second."

"Yeah! You can come back later!

Oh, and then I turn my foot toward another chunk.

Will this one have a higher number of people and a slightly lower age?

"Yes. Keep it up a little bit and give it back in front. If you tilt it...... yeah. You're good."

"Eh heh. It looks like you're in the mood."

The number of iron plates donated is two.

When I saw the festival tent, it seemed to have both width and depth, so I decided to build a second one.

If it's still open after the festival, it could be one, but you can keep the other for a spare.

Well, I'll fix it as soon as it breaks.

"Eh heh. Got it."

"Yes. Well done. And then you can transfer it to a plate and serve it with sauce and mayonnaise."

"Yeah!"

Kids will happily watch the okonomiyaki on the plate, while also sauce themselves and sprinkle the mayonnaise.

"I don't know, it's so twisted that I can... Ah. I'm broken..."

It's soggy, but I don't think it bothers me that much.

They're imitating me because I was the first to call them that, but they seem to be struggling inside.

By the way, I kept the mayonnaise containers made out of four thin lines.

I don't know, Wendy seemed to notice me disposing of the fine garbage on the iron plate, and she quickly cleans it up and approaches me.

"Your husband. You wanted it."

"Oh. You're a good teacher."

"Hehe. I'm normal. Kids swallow fast."

Wendy remembered immediately after just a little teaching, so she was coming to teach as a teacher until she could teach with the kids as she was.

Somehow, Wendy seemed to be admired by her children a lot because she was so full of motherhood.

... I don't need to tell you guys your gaze, but I know how you feel.

"Doctor! Let me see that!

"Already. Again? You're not gonna get any better at looking at that stuff, are you?

"Hey there!

You have no choice. Wendy, who doesn't seem like a sloppy person at the same time.

They want me to watch, too, and watch Wendy bake okonomiyaki alongside the kids.

What the hell are you going to do?

Five okonomiyaki on top of an iron plate.

It was about time for the baking, and I finished returning it five times in a row so that it would flow when Wendy plugged in the hella and gave it back with one hand.

"" "" Ooh!

"Hmm... Everyone can slow down with both hands, right? Don't practice."

"" "" "Yes!

The kids replied fine and when they started making okonomiyaki again Wendy stopped by with a good smile.

"How was it?

"Oh. That was awesome. When did you get to give it back to me with one hand?

"Hehe. It was easy to grab this one."

I'm not saying Doya face...... but Wendy looks complimented and happy.

By the way, he told the boys who were cooking over there that they were all exempt and asked him to play teacher number one.

Mother... she's in charge of collecting vegetables, and she tells me she's not here right now.

"Speaking of which, is Misera... practicing?"

"Yep. I'm practicing enthusiastically"

Mizella stares at the okonomiyaki with a serious nagging over the edge of the iron plate.

Mizella was here with Wendy, too, but I still can't seem to get used to it, putting Hera in both hands, staring at her like I'm staring at her right now, and I feel like I'm overpowered.

Then, I guess the baking addition and subtraction just got better.

Plug in the hella from both sides...... it would have been nice to lift it very carefully from there.

And stopped moving at a very high point.

Looking at what I was going to do, I looked so confused that I approached from behind and gently touched my hand.

"Ah, sir?

"You don't have to raise it that high. The outside is parry, so if you tilt it like this slowly and move it out, just give it back..."

Take Mizera's hand from behind and move it to teach.

I also showed my children that it would be easier depending on the softness of the okonomiyaki.

"... thank you. You really get nervous when you give it back..."

"Well, I don't know. But it's not like you can't eat if you fail, and I think it's important to try without fear. Kids don't care if they fail."

"" "" "Yes!

Yeah, yeah.

There are still a lot of honest and good kids.

Well, that's the problem. There.

"Your husband. I'm a little anxious to give it back..."

No, no, no, why are you putting up your okonomiyaki so high in such an inappropriate position?

I'm pulling my arms...

You gave it back gorgeously just now, didn't you?

Hella, you were spinning around in one piece, right?

"Yes, sir. Please go and give it to me... Why did you say Wendy was in front of her husband..."

"Don't say any more because I'm coming... I'm starting to feel like I shouldn't..."

Around behind Wendy, gently with his hands slowly let him down, Wendy looked delirious.

"The boulder is my teacher..."

"Yeah. A good teacher in front of us, too. A good teacher in front of a teacher. Then you're intangible..."

"You're an idiot. That's the heart of a woman."

"You guys are fine, so don't practice..."

Damn...... I thought you were an honest, cute kid until just now, but you like stories like this.

After that, as a teacher, I taught.

The menu is still undecided, so I think I liked it a lot when I suggested making the cheese and showing it because it seemed like I was trying a lot.

Even with too much variety...... it was decided to give orthodox pork balls a different price for cheese or crushed moi as a topping.

The orphanage is going to be united for the festival, and when we can teach each other, our help is over.

All we had to do was look forward to what we could do that day.