Life with my Little Sister

"Eggs! Phew, I like eggs!

I stayed overnight at my grandparents' house the next morning.

The eyeball grill came out for breakfast, so Fee is thrilled.

In the west, it's not much of an egg.

I hear Mr. Dorothea prepared it for my daughter and grandson.

"Al, Mother! Your mother made it too!

My mother is desperately making such an appeal.

My mother, who loved cooking, seemed happy to be able to make it for a long time.

And there was something delightful about me, too.

"Mr. Dorothea, that's..."

I point to the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's a new cookware that's been sold around Wang Du lately. It's been circulating in this cello for a while now. It's very convenient."

There was a Shire Essen, a Peeler.

Thank you for your purchase.

"There are times when Brev or Sisty come to us to help us with dinner. We're both still kids. The blade is dangerous. Until now, washing ingredients has been the main focus, but even they can safely use it."

Grandpa Shark says that.

You bought it for those two, not for Mr. Dorothea's convenience.

"Heh heh. Brev doesn't seem interested in cooking, but Sisty's good. She'll be a good cook in the future."

Cheng Cheng. Is she the type of person who's going to be a good daughter-in-law?

"Ha ha. Well, if you can't take me down, Sisty won't do it!

You said something, but your face isn't laughing, old man.

Meanwhile, my beloved Mother listened to Mr. Dorothea and laughed.

I know the author of Peeler, but it would be a late reaction. You still look like you might be exposed to something, but you don't have to say anything extra, do you?

"That's right!

Mr. Dorothea bangs his hands out.

"Al, I need a favor from you about Sisty."

"Huh? Is it to me?

"Yeah. You just met him last year, but you know that kid's a pull idea, right?

"Oh, yes. That's how it was."

"She said no to this year's voice band entry."

Mr. Dorothea says he's not sure.

Instead, my mother raised her voice.

"Uh-oh, that's not good!

"You were not selected."

My grandmother laughed couscous and my mother was musty but I can't grasp the situation very well.

Then Mukimkiman explained to me.

"Cyril's representative said he was a doer, didn't he? That's from generation to generation. This city is famous for its vocal band."

Voice bands in famous places don't just sing in public. Sometimes employed for festivals, opening ceremonies of state affairs, etc.

Apparently, this country didn't put much effort into the vocal band.

Several generations ago Cyril's rulers, who laid eyes on it, said they had gathered excellent singers from all over the country and turned the city into a vocal mecca.

Now the Voice Band of Cyril is invited here and there to perform its singing?

It should be noted that the young lady Lucica Cramput came to the enlistment exam confidently and scattered her dreams.

(Sure, because your mother's nose is not very good. Although it seems happy)

The beloved daughter of Lucica Cramput raised her hand with momentum.

"Yes, yes! Phew, sing! Phew, song, good at it!

Fee jumped off the chair and began to show off her proud throat.

"Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha! Nha ~ ~ ~ ~!"

Yeah. Lovely.

It's nothing, though.

Are you in an upbeat mood or even dancing?

In a good mood, pretend to be a bum.

Even jump, pretend to be a bum.

"Also. Fee, you can't dance at dinner, can you?

Mother's holding Fee, letting him sit down.

"You used to be, too," says Dorothea.

I had no choice, so I waved the subject to my grandfather.

"So, what does this have to do with Sisty?

"Hmm? Oh. The Sisty guy is a good singer. So, we were talking about trying to recruit for this year's Voice Band Childhood Club..."

"He said he didn't answer."

My grandparents are nodding unfortunately. With this look, you must be extra good.

"Well, she doesn't like to go out in public, so even if you stop forcing her to sing, you want her to feel a little more confident."

And, Mr. Dorothea.

"So Al. It's you!

"Hmm? Me?

"Yes, I want him to feel confident somehow."

"What?"

All of a sudden, the hard questions are flying...

Sisty, I think you're a good girl, but I'm not that close to her, either.

"You don't have to hurry. You can take a few years, so I want you to follow her."

"But I don't live in Cyril, do I?

"Then you should live here."

"Huh!?"

"Just kidding. Just when I get back here. Yeah, but it's true you want me to live in our house, right?

I got winked.

Well, I guess we should keep in mind that Mr. Dorothea's words are that the rabbit is also a horn, and I'll worry about that kid.

I look at my sister with a smile on her cheek for breakfast.

I think it's a privileged quality not to be afraid, to show interest in anything, and to say that you're energetic at all times.

Though the temperament around here may have just taken over from my mother.

Whoa, I had eyes.

"Kikuuuuuuuuuuu! He looked at me, but he didn't! Phew, glad! Phew, happy!

"Oh, already, Phee! That's why you can't dance, because you say so!?"

Afterwards, Phee seems to have enjoyed breakfast after a thorough exchange.

Mr. Dorothea's rice was delicious indeed.

"Bye, Lucica. Wash up, please."

"Uh."

"It's not! I have laundry, so I'll do it right."

"I like to make it, but I don't like to clean it up..."

I clasp my fingers and say that. Should I help you with something, too?

I can use the new magic I learned on Kishkud Island for laundry.

But I realize I can't do that.

Because I saw Mai Angel come running this way.

"Yay, yay! Playing with Phew?

"You just ate and you move, you're gonna get a stomachache?

"Bye, Phew. - Then I'm off!

My Sister jumps right at me.

When I looked at him, I said, "Hehe!" or so he laughs.

Keep Fee snuggled up, I'm on the couch.

It would be the privilege of the child not to be told anything without helping.

"Phew, if I do, I'll be shiatsu!

I say that while rubbing my cheeks.

But then, sometimes it hurts.

"Well, let's do it."

"Yeah...... Huh! Hehe! Bye, then, Shiritori's -"

"Ooh, alto."

But there, Grandpa Shark spoke to me.

"I asked Lucica. You started learning how to handle weapons, didn't you? Then I'll see what I can do. Out in the garden."

With his eyes shining, his grandfather says.

Is that true?

You really want to see my skill?

Aren't you just lonely?

This Osama was lonely last night, round his back.

Me, my sister and my mother. And bathed in Mr. Dorothea, and Mr. Shark was hubbed.

Surprised is my grandmother, Nice Buddy.

It wasn't just my face that looked like I was in my twenties.

The spirituality of the flesh was also in the twenties.

Beautiful skin with no wrinkles or sagging and the same style as my daughter's.

I wonder why this is just one child, so much so that I thought about the extra.

And then, at night, even when I slept, only Osama was isolated.

They told me what to do if I or Phee crumbled. Sure. My mother nodded forcefully, too, so I guess they both had crushed experiences.

And My Angel crowned my grandfather, who came to interrupt Shiritori.

"Phew, I won't forgive you for the time I've spent interrupting! If you want to disturb me, Phew, I'll kill you! No, no, no!

"Ha ha. Such a little thing, you're gonna kill me! Nice temper! When you're a little older, I'll teach you how to protect yourself!

No, no, my grandfather.

I know you think Phee's words are a kid's joke, but this girl, the size of the target's magic power, seems to be weighing strength against whether or not she has a defense against the soul, so if we do this, you think we're gonna lose normally?

If that's how the noise was, my grandmother informed me of the visit of the Hatko.