Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

For some reason, my older brother and my younger brother said, 'You're collecting, aren't you?' And he gave me slavery with a nori like a minicar.

I don't know, but I got it.

We are slowly purchasing slaves because of some equipment problems in the dormitory, but we are basically understaffed.

"I'm Sealy, I'm good at singing and dancing, I'm 17, I'm a virgin"

My older brother gave me a white skin to pull out and a woman from a tribe with a thin waist that seemed to break.

Curling her rare pink hair into a loose fluff, she wraps her forehead around her left and right with lame scented oil.

"I'm Hunt, I'm good at poetry and sewing, 19, I'm a virgin"

My younger brother gave me a beautiful woman of intelligent people wearing silver-edged glasses, which can be said to be a testament to the knowledge base.

He snaps a rare green hair and stops it with an elegant tree barretta.

They were both beautiful, young, stylish and virgin, I guess they were expensive...

But you don't need dancers or bards for our adventurer party, how do we use them?

Yeah, speaking of which, I was going to behave like rice and food for community service at Thanksgiving next month.

"Can you cook?

"Well, if it's about home-cooked..."

"Me too..."

"If you can make something to eat, it's superior, let's have a cooking number for our adventurers"

"Ha..."

"If that's all right"

It feels like we're both clapping each other out.

I grew up watching my prodigal brother's family up close, so I'm not willing to deal with anything but a wife and a businesswoman that I could blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Even though he's a slave, he's a human being, and if he had a weird physical relationship, he'd come out with something he couldn't break.

The noon drag is seriously a break.

It's traumatic that I found a hidden child and treated my brother who was hit in the head by his wife and rolled in.

"I'm going to behave creatively at Thanksgiving again next month, so stay with that development,"

"Okay."

"I can't make that big a deal..."

Having previously failed to make potato chips, and then failed to produce whipped cream, and had a mass food poisoning incident with a candlestick of cheesecake, I found one answer with reflection.

I can't do it myself, so I'm trying to make people do it.

My basic policy in the first place is to 'train others'.

Slaves don't betray, which means they don't betray their efforts to train slaves either.

Unlike efforts at a company where the bottom of the rating is missing, returning efforts are fun.

An increasing number of norms......

No increase in salary......

Ugh, my head...

A week after that.

The development of a menu for Thanksgiving began, anticipating where the two of them had become accustomed to a bumpy new life.

"Are you making pasta?

"I also learned how to make it in the slave trade hall"

Here. Pasta is a popular, home-cooked dish that has been around for a long time.

But strangely enough, it's just a variation of something like macaroni, and there's no pasta for straight noodles.

You don't boil much more, it feels like baking or frying.

So I decided, fortunately, to make noodle pasta, or spaghetti, and behave.

My TSUEEE deployment on the cross-world knowledge cheat has finally come to me, too.

"First stretch the fabric thinly"

"Do you stretch it?

"Between the sticks and the sticks of this machine, turn this wheel around to the left."

I'm the type to go in.

To make a spaghetti, I had already had the blacksmith make a pastama scene custom-built.

The one to stretch the dough thin and the one whose teeth can then noodle the dough.

I made a lot of prototypes, so it was expensive, but I wouldn't put a thread on the gold if I were to deploy TSUEEE.

I was really going to let the cook in our house do it...

I've never been over that if I could do it in front of myself, so, well, I guess I was lucky to get a mysterious increase.

... the night came without any fruit.

The culinary research I started before noon continued with fine failures, and Spaghetti dough making did not end by dinner time.

The fabric is poorly trimmed and it gets bossy, and it doesn't go through the pastama scene of finely chopped people.

But after many failures, the two of them are likely to succeed in making fabrics next.

Outside, the moon climbs and the light of the Magic Lantern illuminates the room.

I'm doing this because I'm bringing a business two-bite demon instruction stove into the servant's water heating room, but if I'd done it in the kitchen, the cook would have put me in the way.

I was preparing sauce ingredients for myself, watching two people who already looked asleep flirting work sideways.

The only pastas I've ever made are peperoncino made at a college school festival and carbonara made at a high school cooking internship.

Of course, I can't remember a high school cooking internship, so the menu is Peperoncino's choice.

Garlic and eagle claws, smoked meat, oil, salt, pepper if desired.

"Dear Sawadi, look, it's gotten so thin!

"Awesome. That machine!

"Yeah."

Put the two brought noodles in the water that was boiling, bend your elbows and fold the hand you brought next to your face outside to shake the salt cool.

The salt conveys his arms, paralysing into good shape and pouring into the pan.

"This, keep stirring slowly"

"Okay."

Next to Sealy stirring the pasta with a large wooden hella, add the oil, smoked meat and garlic slices to the frying pan and set it on fire.

Store oil on the edges to fry garlic and heat diligently, paralysing the ring-cut eagle claws.

When you smell it, shake the pasta boiling juice.

If it's enough to stick and scorch garlic, the flavor would still be weaker, I admit the disagreement.

When the sauce starts to emulsify, soak up the pasta with two forks, then saute on a frying pan.

It's done in no time.

Peperoncino is as easy as I can do.

But it's so deep, if you want a delicious pepperoncino, you'd better go to the store without stirring it up.

"Is this done......?

"Smells delicious"

"Yeah, try it"

I served Peperoncino on three plates and placed it on my desk.

The two seemed to struggle badly with the noodles they would eat for the first time, but, well, it wasn't that bad of a response that I was horrified.

I'll take a sip too.

Yeah, it's moist.

Too much salt.

Trying to get up to get the water, a soggy glass came out of the back.

"Thanks"

"No."

Hmm? Behind!?

When I looked back with surprise, there was a crowd of our slaves there.

"Something smelled delicious ~"

"... to...?

"It smelled like garlic."

"I volunteer for toxicity"

Ahhh.

"Can you guys still make fabrics?

"What!?

"Ah, yes..."

You two look exhausted, but you won't want me to work hard for a while longer.

I mean, there's plenty of people behind the slaves.

Head, chicken, brother's daughter-in-law, politely father.

Uh, I'm already screwed.

After all, at the Schenker house this day, the sound of the pastama scene was echoed until after midnight.