Kami neko Mii-chan to neko youhin shoukanshi no isekai funtouki

There is a gratin on top of the pilaf. Doria style. Mr. Sykes, let's do this. By the way, Doria doesn't have food in Italy. It's called Rice Gratin now, but Rice English, Gratin French, what kind of food?

Get a little B lunch from Pero. It's a cream stew soup spa. Stew, but soup? Oh, I don't care anymore because it's delicious! Looks like Mr. Sykes raised his arm.

"What do you say?

"It was very tasty. The idea is wonderful and the taste is perfect."

"Well... it's actually what my master thought. I just got that recipe and made it. I made him look confident, but the truth is, he's the only one."

"Sure, it may be Mr. Sykes' master who thought about this recipe, but it was Mr. Sykes who actually cooked it here. I won't flatter you. Even Pero wouldn't come to eat if it wasn't delicious. I think you should be confident."

"That's right. Sykes makes a cup of delicious food!"

"Oh well. Something's boiling my confidence. If there's anything I can do, say it."

I've been waiting for that word! Now, when your words are sweet and lunchtime is over, let me make you some rice to take with you to the labyrinth. I'm lucky.

"Fried Chicken with Pilaf Rice Balls!"

"Nha!"

"Boulder, Dr. Nanko! Me too!"

"Me too!"

You're kindergartners! Well, I'll make it. The combination of a pilaf rice balls and fried rice is a combination of iron plates. But we need to gather the ingredients... you guys, go outside now and get the chicken!

"" "Uh... see you later." "

Me and my beautiful cat parents and kids have finished eating cat cans and are entering dessert filling time. It's just me eating the filling. Neither Mr. Fell nor Pal is looking to the filling. Looks like he's tasting the aftertaste of a cat can instead. Mr. Fell, when I give Pal some mineral water, he drinks chillo friendly. This will make my baby cat healthier and healthier. Mee, are you satisfied with the filling?

"Mi ~"

After lunch, Pelo and the others went out hunting, and I went to the city to mow the lawn to escort Mr. Jin... not to meet someone. Mee says she'll stay in the Hunter Guild. Apparently the kitten Pal is cute and can't help it. Mee is your sister, but she's about the same size, isn't she? Mee, pepper Pal with Mr. Fell. Pal is stuck with Me. Soothing wow.

"What is it, isn't it Nero? Did you break the gun?

"No, no problem at all"

"Ammo, do you want to make it?

"I'd like that, please."

"Come back tomorrow. Fifty at a time."

"Yes, please! It doesn't matter!"

"What are you suddenly shouting, menopause?

Who's menopausal? Unlike you, he's only nineteen years old! Mr. Zergado!

"Still, do you have customers?

"Gu...... Yes, you must have decided to stay. I've sold two guns since then!

"It's mostly profit-making, isn't it?

"Grunt............. In time, the order will be massive and the productivity will increase and the profitability will be profitable! Should be......"

Put out two pre-prepared cups and give them to Mr. Zergado and Mr. Jin.

"What the hell is it?

"To me, too?

"Don't worry, it's not poison."

When they looked at the cup suspiciously and then checked the smell, they turned to the nymphomaniac face and glanced at it all at once.

"Ugh, yum! This is a sign that Forte's distilled liquor is not my eye!"

"Holy shit! How did you get this! This is supposed to be Dwarf Gateway booze!"

"After all, the Dwarves know how to make this alcohol."

"What do you mean, Nero? I'll turn all the Dwarves into enemies."

"I know how to make this alcohol. And I'm going to mass-produce this alcohol from now on. Not right away, though."

"Even the Dwarves know only a limited number of people. Are you saying you know the most important secrets? Can you believe it?"

Serve two new glasses and give them to the two of you. Jin looks like Nimmari and Zergado chewed up a bitter bug.

"Dude, what the hell is this..."

"This is... no way... your sake..."

The sake? No, it's a century-old distillery under Forte's bureau. After checking it out, it turned out that there was nothing wrong with it. It was just a discarded sake.

Historical deputies took it from the village where they make distilled liquor each year for personal enjoyment and hid it under the bureau to drink it, but the amount one person drinks is limited. Yet because it was greedily taken up every year, distilled liquor that was not consumed was saved. Deputies who don't know that distilled liquor tastes better when they put it to bed only drink new distilled liquor because they don't look good in older distilled liquors. It's also troublesome to dispose of old barrels, so leave them there.

The reason for saying that the best distilled liquor was obtained thanks to the vices that came pulsating from the deputies one hundred and thirty years ago, combined with favourable conditions such as humidity in the temperature. I wonder if it would piss me off if I told you how the deputies have been in history.

But what the Dwarves call your booze, turn it into money, use it as a souvenir, huh?