Magical Device Craftsman Dahlia Won’t Hang Her Head Down Anymore

"Hello, Darya. This, this previous payback"

In front of the gate, Marcella stood, holding a case containing six bottles of red wine and a barrel of wood.

"Thank you, Mr. Marcella. I'm sorry I made you worry."

"No, because I drank all over it, and the two of us had quite a treat. This one's from Irma. The sand makes me throw up, so I can eat right away."

The barrel shown is stretched with water and two shellfish are sinking abundantly at the bottom.

"Clams, they look delicious!

"It's just the right time. Oh, it's heavy, so you want me to carry it upstairs with the wine?

"Uh, I have a customer right now"

There is a Wolf upstairs. Suddenly it would be awkward for both sides to let you meet Marcella.

"Oh, visiting? Sorry, I interrupted. So, can we just go into the workplace and put it right there?

"Thank you, please"

Put the case of red wine and the barrel of wood by the door that went into the workshop, the man says with a smile.

"Don't drink too much because it's clams. See you then."

"Yeah, I'll see you later"

After a short conversation, Marcella hurried back to the carriage.

In the clear water of the barrel, the clams are only giving out a little of that tuna. It's quite a size and the colour of the tuna looks so good.

In the Wang capital, clams, which are said to be just in season, are the favourites of Darya.

The wine decided to be carried later, holding a wooden barrel and smiling back upstairs.

"... a customer, a friend?

From the window of the tower, they heard him talking downstairs.

Answer Wolff's query as he puts the wooden barrel on the table.

"Yeah. You're a friend's husband, and you're also a friend. I work for a shipping guild, and I'm Marcella, who's also the guarantor of the Chamber of Commerce."

"It is."

"Um, that couple of friends invited me to drink... if Wolfe feels like it, how about next time with you?

"I'd love to say that... what's your wife like?

"Excuse me. I forgot about Wolfe."

"Sorry......"

It was inadvertent, but it is a wolf who is troubled by attracting women's eyes. It would be a natural worry.

"Irma is fine. If you're worried, put on your glasses and meet me."

"Maybe it feels the same as Darya? You mean you don't care about your face, or is that who you are?

"No, Irma likes Marcella so... it's hard to explain"

I can't imagine Darya being the one who flirts with that Osidri couple.

Even a beautiful young man like Wolfe can't imagine Irma grabbing, and vice versa.

"Well, I'd like to ask you if it's convenient"

"Good. Oh, I just got it, Wolf, do you like clams?

"Oh, I like it"

The two of us glance at the clam bucket.

A little more, but maybe just right for the two of us to drink and eat.

"Since it's seasonal clams, why don't you join us?

"Thank you. I'm sorry every time. So, it's a plug, but it's hard to drink this liquor with clams, right?

Wolfe removed a bottle containing amber liquid from the bag.

It's not labeled, it's not processed into glass bottles. Beautiful amber shakes in a small bottle of simple glass.

"Is that whiskey?

"I think it's a little bit of Apple Brandy stuff. Artea, the Duke's family, told me to drink with your friends."

It's a pretty good color brandy.

Hopefully, it's not a dish, but a taste of it alone.

"There's nothing you can't match with clams, but why don't you turn them after you eat?

"Okay. Well, I'll leave it here."

Place the bottle on the sofa table and Wolfe turns around.

"Well, is there anything I can do to help?

"Can I ask you to set the table? And a glass of white wine, please."

"Darya turns red?

"Clams would be better for white"

While heading into the kitchen, Dalya prepares the dishes and Wolfe prepares the dishes and glasses.

"What do you make?

"Can I steam clam wine and garlic baguette?

"I really appreciate it because I like it"

While the clams are being washed thoroughly, add olive oil and chopped garlic to a shallow pan to warm.

Next door, Wolfe was following Dahlia's instructions, slicing the baguette thinly and carefully painting the garlic butter.

"Do you often eat Wolff, too, when steaming clam wine?

"I often ask for it in aristocratic shops and taverns."

"It's on the plate, isn't it? You don't even take it directly from the pan at the tavern, do you?

"Yeah. Some stores take it off their shells and come out."

I got a little lost in that word, but decided to give some suggestions on how to eat it.

"It's clam wine steaming, but there was our father's strong hope of not putting too much fire in it, keeping it hot, and eating it instantly... at home, I leave a pan in the middle of the table, and I take each one on a plate and eat it. Is Wolfe okay with doing that this time?

"It's okay, Rossetti. It's fine."

Put the clams in a shallow pan while laughing back at the Rossetti stream. Hearing the chisel, he poured white wine and closed the lid.

Next to that, watch as the garlic baguette is baked on the net. I immediately smelled good butter and garlic.

"Wolf, take this and keep the white wine open at the table first. I'll take the clams as soon as I can."

"Okay. I'll be ready."

A young man takes a good mood, white wine and a warm garlic baguette.

Dahlia spared only a little time and carried the clams with her mouth open to the table for each shallow pan.

"First of all, hurry up. Cheers."

"Here's to the prosperity of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce and luck from tomorrow"

"From tomorrow, here's to wishing you peace of mind..."

He grinned bitterly at Darya's words out of the bottom of his heart and glazed them together.

He was thirsty at some point. Cold white wine streets are terrible.

"Eat the clams from the pan for the plate. When you want to eat leftover parts of shellfish or shellfish, use a mini-knife. Um, I don't have a problem with the clue...... I'm really sorry for my bad behavior, but go ahead while it's hot anyway"

When I opened the lid of the shallow pan, the clams had a nice aromatic hot air.

Olive oil and garlic aromas are also mixed, what an appetite.

"The excess juice is delicious to soak in a garlic baguette and eat. Because pepper is your choice, and you don't have to call it or call it."

"Well, don't hesitate"

It's time for the two of them to take their still hot clams to the plate and take themselves off with a fork.

As soon as I mouthed my clams, a hot, yummy thick juice popped up that seemed to burn my tongue.

No sand left at all, slowly bite off your elasticity and saltiness.

After that, when I drank the chilled white wine, the clam saltiness loosened up and my tongue cooled.

Eat a hot clam there again and the fun chain begins.

Where the chain has finally settled down, grabbing the garlic bucket, the texture difference is fun. Even taming the clam juice on the plate doesn't smell raw for the season or at all, it just tastes even better.

The wine goes well with the garlic baguette, so the glass's empty speed really increases.

Wolff chews across the street, again more often, but stop speaking up.

It was time for the two of us to eat even silently until the clams were gone.

"What clam is this? Or is it a different kind? It was delicious."

A young man after eating is leaning his neck wonderfully as he looks at a pile of seashells.

"I think it's the clams I normally sell in the store. Pretty good, though."

"Will this yummy escape if you remove the shell or even cool it a little? Is the lid up to the last minute also big? Do you still have to eat clams from the pan......?

I laughed at Wolfe thinking about how to eat clams deliciously.

"Wolfe, that, pick a place, right? It's not very well-behaved from the pan."

"So," Green Tower Exclusive Clam Wine Steaming "?

"… to say that there is also the" Green Tower Exclusive Clam Steamed in Wine "

"Huh? Do you steam clams with eastern sake?

"Yeah, that's delicious, too, and steaming goes well with eastern sake."

"Next time, can I buy some clams and eastern liquor?

Wolfe's face got terribly serious.

I'm glad you liked the food, but how could you be so stubborn at once?

"Because clams have time to let the sand throw up. I know Wolfe's coming first, and I'll be ready if I have a good clam."

"Okay. Next time, I'll buy the best sake in the store."

"Please don't, because it's too much waste. Steaming is affordable and sufficient."

"No, if it's better booze, won't wine steaming and booze steaming taste even better?

"That's probably not..."

Darya's explanation went on before a young man who might buy expensive liquor just for clams.