Life with my Little Sister

"Ugh, eel...... Huh! It's a eel...... ugh! There's a eel... Huh!?"

What was there was a single skewer grill.

S-shaped and pierced by long iron skewers were the protagonists of earthly ugliness.

It didn't make a difference to the eel everyone in Japan loved.

"Oh, Al, do you know the eel? You're really knowledgeable!

Mr. Dorothea said, "Well!" I'm surprised, "but not quite.

'Cause I loved nagging and nagging bowls.

But there, Brev boy shows up.

Chitch, or something like that, is waving a skewer instead of a finger.

"Al, isn't that a sea urchin or something? What do you mean," swamp dojo "?

"Yeah? Swamp dojo......?

The Hatko boy shrugs when he says he's a ning-roe eel.

This guy is this guy, and he doesn't know any eels.

"Uh... Mr. Dorothea...?

Asking someone who doesn't think about it and knows the right answer would be the fastest way.

Grandmother tries to tell me, but the softer, softer feeling than she opens her mouth hugs me.

"Yes, yes! Mother! Mother will teach you? I know more about your mother than your mother!

It was my mother.

Still, your mother sounds more like an unintelligible word than your mother?

No, I know what you want to say. I guess I said I was better than Mr. Dorothea.

(The way you appeal, you look just like the daughter of a three-year-old. Boulders are parents and children......)

But Mother and Dorothea, they don't look like rabbits or horns or spiritual faces.

"Totally. How did you get a smart kid like Al from Lucica...?

My grandmother is stunned.

But the commentator seemed willing to give in.

"Um, mother. What's that skewer after all? Are you a eel? Are you a dojo?

"Nfu......! That's the swamp dojo, isn't it? It's not a eel."

Looks like Brev was right. But to observe from what My Mother and Mr Dorothea have said, the eel is probably present in the eel.

"Is Mother familiar with the differences around it?

"I'm more of an adventurer than I am."

Ha.

Somehow, you see me?

The eel in the Earth world was a low-status food until the dandelion was invented.

Anyway, because even the common people didn't seem to eat that much.

So what layers were eating, the manual workers.

Early morning or late night convenience stores, close to buying nutritional drinks from old ladies at construction sites and cab luck.

For a long time, it seems to have been recognized as a nutritious food.

Either way, there was a song like, "Eat the eel and help me," in the Leaf Collection.

Even in this world, I think it's food of the same status as "before Kamayaki", beyond what my mother used to say as an adventurer.

'Cause if you have dandelions, you can't bake them in such clutter.

Because it should either be sold as a dandelion or, like a modern Japanese eel skewer, it should be cut open properly and baked in multiple ways.

(In the old Japan, I would have eaten a sea urchin cooked through a skewer with miso and soy sauce...)

Probably the same here.

I could see that there was a jar with that kind of seasoning in it.

"No eels or swamp dojos. A physically moving adventurer eats well."

My predictions seemed to be true.

At the same time, I understand that Brev knew because he was an adventurer.

"So, mother. How are eels and swamp dojos different?

"Your mother has only eaten marshy dojo, according to your father -"

According to my mother's description, this is how it is.

Firstly, it seems that marshy dojo are the proximal species of eels.

As its name suggests, it inhabits the Great Lake Marsh.

Come to think of it, sea urchins are aquatic organisms that travel down rivers, even if they are in rivers, downstream or even down to the middle basin.

It's a creature that goes out into the sea and breeds, so naturally, it's natural.

In contrast, this cello is inland. I can't believe we met like that.

If it weren't for a different species of proximal edge, Tsujitsu wouldn't fit.

Apparently, habitat is not the only difference between the two.

Swamp dojo tastes slightly less flavorful and smells more muddy.

So even with the same skewer, do you think it is necessary to add more miso and soy sauce to the swamp dojo?

Then I wonder if it's a complete degradation, and it's not, for example, that the small bones are less overwhelming than the marsh dojo, and they're better suited for skewering.

In addition to appearance, the common denominator must be that there is a fever-prone poison in the blood.

So raw food is definitely NG.

Then, in an outdoor store that doesn't do proper stuffing and odor elimination, it's better not to eat it.

In other words, even if there are slight differences, it is said that the methods of eating and cooking are the same.

And most importantly, whether it's an eel or a swamp dojo, it's not popular.

Only some people take it, so if you care about it, they get it easily.

"Phew...! Huh... Huh!

"Duh, what's wrong, Mr. Alto...?

Because suddenly I laughed, or made Sisty pull a dong.

But can this stay without laughing?

I didn't know a gold mine would sleep in a place like this!

"Oh, I'm laughing! Phew, laugh with me! Heh heh heh heh heh!

All MySister found out was that I suddenly laughed out.

But he seems happy I'm laughing. As declared, we've laughed together.

(A marsh dojo with a eel! Can be used......! We can use this...!

I have soy sauce, so if you manage to even complete the sauce, you must be able to recreate the noodle bowl.

... Oh, is the pepper essential too?

But I wonder if there is, pepper.

Next time, let's ask Abel.

"After all, the festival is good! A treasure trove of ideas!

"Yay, yay! Huh, come on, I want to try that one!

"All right, all right! Fee, the corner of your eye is a boulder, right? I'll try it with you, too!

"Heh, heh... Huh! Phew, you praised me! Phew, glad! Phew, I like it... Huh!

Note that the skewering of the bought dojo was not very tasty.

"Ugh...... I ate. I ate."

In the end, what I selected were tea and vegetable sticks.

That's not funny.

I bought vegetables here too, so they thought I was more and more of a vegetable lover, huh?

But I have to take the initiative for nutritional intake.

When I'm eating, my sister wants it too, so she's two birds a stone.

Fee's health is protected by this brother!

(But...... raw vegetables that just shook salt are tight......)

My Sister, who can eat with a smile, thought it was amazing after all.

Do you know dressing and mayonnaise around here, not to mention the harm of the past life?

Whatever it is, I want to be able to make a culinary challenge soon.

If you look to the side, Sisty is laughing modestly couscous.

"Mr. Alto eats strangely...? I've never seen a contemplative way to eat."

Well, I'm eating in anticipation of the future.

The development of the recipe leads to Phee's happiness, so I'm trying to be serious.

"... I'm interested in cooking."

"Me, too, I'm interested in cooking, but I still do my best to help, like Mr. Alto, and I never thought about creating something new. Alto is amazing......!

No, no.

Challenging new things will definitely be better after you learn the basics.

In my case, cooking is a continuation from a previous life, and if I cut out only this world, it would be the extremes of the evil road.

"Then I don't know when, but shall we even think about a new dish together?

"-! Yes... Huh! Make sure..."

Fine, you're eating up.

But if I can cook, will it also improve her confidence?

"Phew! I'll cook, too! Together!

"Right. Fee's with you."

Even when I play in the sandbox, I'm a sister who works hard on mud dumplings. I guess I'm also interested in cooking.

I'll hold you so hard, I'll stroke your head.

"I think we're all hungry, and should we move to the stage venue?

Mr. Dorothea will come up with such a suggestion.

The festival's main guest, the legendary star reader, plans to greet him at a special venue created in Central Square, but says he may not be able to sit without going early.

Even for me, I agree with you because I want to keep an eye on Pooh.

If we move early, we might be able to secure a safe place where it's easy to evacuate and see the stage.

They don't all disagree. After finishing the toilet, I procured something that seemed to be ready to sit and eat at the venue and headed there.

Well.

Do you suppose to burn the bravery of the star reader into these eyes?