Kuishinbo Elf

Three days have passed since the adventurer riot incident in Casaleim.

After that, we mourn Kaori, after Casaleim.

The innkeeper had a mufty attached to take care of her heart.

She says the general is too shocked to be self-absorbed.

It's burning in my eyes that Mafty seemed to miss me, better than just not hurting myself.

"Fuki-kun..."

"Mogu."

I dived into bed with a sigh. The Momogus who were on the bed bounce up in recoil.

The Grand Temple's own chambers are always illegally occupied by the Mogumos. Snow Hitch and Flame Raku, who are hitting defense, are negligent in their duties and useless. Work more, please.

"Fulfill I have been right?

I buried my face in the futon and groaned potpourrily.

I returned Kaori to the circle. Makoto, who has witnessed her end of the day, doesn't come out in a cage in much of a room of shock.

At that time, I had to. I think that's a convenient excuse. I don't know how many times I've been out of my mouth.

But if you talk about it, you're disqualified as a peach user. exorcise ghosts, accept all of them, bear them, and move on. Because that's what peaches are for.

"Uh-oh, I haven't been feeling well since that day."

Lie on your back. A few mogugus became my big ass underlings.

Move with your thighs and give me a break.

Yeah, I'm not feeling well. For example, yes... it feels like there's a fishbone stung in your throat.

My heart hurts when I tickle. There's no way, it hurts.

"What the hell, man? Sprouts are climax."

The underneath of his buttocks, Momogu, makes an escape from between his crotches.

"Mogu."

Oh, my God, didn't I give birth to Mogumo?

"... there doesn't seem to be a problem around this kind of joke."

and that's when my belly rattles the belly-to-timer with "the whole mess, the piru".

Apparently, he's demanding lunch. I can ring too exact a belly bug in time. Fukiyun.

"Uh-huh, I don't know, I'm not motivated, but do you even make it for lunch?"

I got out of bed with him. To get to the kitchen of the Great Temple.

The kitchen at the Great Shrine was very busy. The cooks are sweating and facing the ingredients to make lunch for the priests.

In the corner of that kitchen, there's a special cooking space for me. When I rebuild the Great Temple, it is my space that I have carefully built.

"Phew... I'm not motivated"

I put the dough on the table as a middle-aged aunt. And stretch flat with a cotton swab. When stretched, fold and cut evenly with a large knife.

"Phew... I'm not motivated"

Then pour water into a pan with a deep bottom, bring the water to a boil and punch the noodles in.

Oil in a Chinese pan while boiling - pour in gently and heat. Prepare stir-fried ingredients.

The stir-fried utensils are used once the soybeans, which had an impending expiration date, have been washed with water. Simple with spring onions.

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When the temperature of the oil has reached an appropriate temperature, add the stir-frying ingredients.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Hyah, don't! I'm getting tense!

Strange things happened at this time. I wore clothes and my movements, which were supposed to smell dull, suddenly became agile.

I cook with the remnants, unmistakable pervert. The cooks in the kitchen were resting their cooking hands and staring at me with warm eyes. But it doesn't matter!

"Yikes!

"Fuckin 'whoa!

At the height of my tension, Nato Boy and the Dark Branch jumped out and started showing off [Nato Dance] on the cooking table. Finally, the kitchen turns into an outdoor feast.

"What is it! Zayn Volger, you don't have to call me up!

And even Zain pops up. Of course, he's naked because I haven't called him in.

It would be impossible for the male cooks to decide on a gutsy pose.

"Fuki-zam!

"Whoa, eyelids!?"

Finally, my movements become perverse and transform the kitchen into a world of chaos with a mysterious glow. We can't keep it with anyone anymore.

"Fukiyun, fried soba noodles, done"

"Wow!

"Yimo!

"Fuki-kun!

What I made out of all that noise was actually fried soba noodles, without any weirdness.

With the bouncing sound of oil, all that tension, I think I'm a very cheap woman.

It's a bargain, sir. Hehe.

"You want some?"

"Jiuru"

"I made a lot of them, so I can eat Zain properly"

"Are you sure?!?"

"Come on, let's get dressed."

"Oh, speaking of which, I was naked. I apologize for the stain on your eyes."

Zayn, who flushes his covetousness naked, is dangerous in a way.

Or Zain is gradually becoming less concerned about being completely naked. I don't know if my naked folks are making me do that or if it's getting annoying.

But it's NG that makes you wiggle your butt in that state. Perhaps he's unconsciously pretending to be his tail in a thunderdragon state, but think about the bastards' circumstances as well.

Can't cook with foreboding, hard to do! I'd make you stand tall.

Well, there's nothing happening.

"" I'll have it!

"Fuki-kun!

Don't be silly, if you eat it, you'll kill this much instantly.

I reduce the branches of darkness to potatoes and sizes, and feed them soba over time.

At any rate, it will not be full whether you eat it or not, so this is fine.

As always for Nato Boy, present Teacher Peach's leaves. Eat well.

Even so, the identity of Dr. Peach's leaves was created by processing my sanity. He will no longer eat the real thing. It's sad.

Hmm? Where's Zain? Yes, why can you eat soba?

Zain, who sips soba noodles deliciously in front of her, was still a strange being.

"Well, come on"

I decided to concentrate on my meal. I am a cold-blooded soba in summer and winter.

Add a little soba noodles to the particular sauce and sip "Bobo" all at once. I can't taste the flavor of soba noodles when I'm eating them.

Every time the refreshing scent of soba goes through my nostrils, I'm going to sound a touching little "fuki-yun". After all, it was great to have a "free space" where ingredients didn't deteriorate.

Next time I bakli the fried beans, using natto, which is too fermented to be eaten quickly. I would love to spin soy sauce in advance.

Hello, snug natto from your crispy clothes. The flavor of the spring onion blends together to give an explosive flavor swell.

I use salt for tempura, but only soy sauce. Oh, they're gonna want rice, too.

The natto has been washed in water, so the distinctive aroma and viscosity are understated. Maybe I don't have to wash it if I like.

Nato is the epitome that goes bad when kept in a "free space". Nato fungus seems to be active even in spaces where time should have stopped for some reason.

You're too tough, Nato fungus. I can't stand it.

"Crispy, zobobobobobby, puffy! Ha ha."

"What the hell are you eating?"

Zain's magnificent scratch went in.

When I eat soba, for some reason, strange sounds get mixed up. The cause is unknown.

"Muggle...... what is it? Chaos?"

"I don't want you to eat that."

"Surprisingly good, huh?

"Huh?"

There was a young man's voice. Besides, it's right next door. It's just soba.

"Fuki-yun, hey..."

"Long time no see, my sister...... zobobobobbo"

"No eating, brother"

There he was sipping soba noodles from the head of the Chaotic Church, Cane Chillo Conohana.