Muimui-tan

- One...

- "Metastasis" -

I will use my metastasis to get out of the Swirlow and return to my home.

No one's here? I thought the 14th would come running again... Hmm. Where is it?

"So you're not."

From the back - I can hear my parents from home. Is that it? It's the parent and type 14 over there. What's the matter with you? Shall I go anyway?

"What's the matter with you?

Model 14 cooks weird dishes, as usual. Yeah, where did you go?

"Whoa, champ. This lady, what's going on? You taught him how to cook properly?

Oh, it's a unique way to do it - a bit unusual to think of, isn't it?

"So why in a flash, and, hey, that's crazy!

After all, is Type 14 using instant boiling of examples? Arr, I don't want the material to be completely dead.

"It's been noisy since earlier. The point is, I hope it's the same, but you can shorten your time and do the best you can! What's the problem?"

There's only one problem!

"You know what food tastes like."

Type 14 puts his hand on his mouth and laughs at the words.

"Taste? There's no wax I can tell."

That's right.

"Right. Then wait a minute! Hey, it's me, bring it to me!

My parents are screaming.

"Oh, Master, welcome home. I cooked well for the master without lunch."

Oh, yes. I was watching. Earlier, you were making it in a flash, right?

"Parents, I don't know."

Howe boy rushes over here screaming. Oh, is Howe boy the crime scene director? So, my parents say they're selling oil by looking at a 14 type dish here... No way.

"It's me. It's me."

To the words of the parent, the front-haired naive Howe boy compares the parent to the 14, and the pot.

"Uh, is that what you mean? Wait a minute."

Howe boy brings a big pot from somewhere.

"Okay, parents, dinner for everyone, please."

"Oops, I'll take care of it!

Then, the parent points toward the 14th type and points to it.

"Lady there, I'll show you what I cook. Make sure you understand!

That's how my parents started cooking. Uh, uh, what, this development. No, parent, my house, don't you have to look at it?

- Two...

"It's inefficient. It just takes too long."

Uh, you're right, it's a world that Mr. 14 of the machine doesn't understand.

The parent dish seems complete. There is a good smell around me that seems delicious. Recently, the smell became clearer than before. Is this because you used the Transformation skill? Hmm, a mystery.

"Look, this is cooking!

Parents proudly show off their pot dishes. Ugh, um, parent. I don't think my parents' dishes can be bragged about with that kind of effort.

Because as much as I took fish guts, scales, chopped vegetables into parts, and burned them on the vertebrae, I usually just simmered them for a long time. You just had a look.

So, I'm frying it in oil by putting together unwanted areas and turning it into dough, but is that delicious? I wonder if you're from culture that you're not physically fit to throw away.

"The ingredients are similar, the finished products are the same as the ingredients are immersed in water, the nutrition is broken the other way around, is that the dish?

Type 14 is bothering me.

"Nutrition? Do you know that? People, delicious food. Hey, I'm feeling better. I mean, yeah, it's not broken, it's in a form that's easily absorbed by the body. You got it!

Is that what this is all about?

"Ooh, rice. Rice!"

When my parents screamed, they gathered people who were working in my house. Oh, thank you for your hard work.

Well, I'll have dinner, too. Type 14, please, chopsticks.

Model 14 searched for chopsticks and made chopsticks by hand chopping off the end material that had fallen there if it was not affordable. Um, what is it, the technology? Would you use that kind of moves in a regular fight?

Pick up the dishes and chopsticks from Model 14 with the side arm and try the dishes made by your parents.

Shabby.

Yeah, the pot usually tastes good. Fish flavor spreads in your mouth. The stock is stained with mysterious vegetables, too, and, yeah, the ingredients are alive. Normally, it's a regular salty pan. So, how about dough?

Shabby.

Uh-huh. So, the dough isn't delicious. Somehow, I feel like I'm going to be hungry.

Shabby.

Eating pot, that's it, that's it. Next time I "transfer" to Cara Harbor and defeat the Giant Club, it feels like I want to use it for my equipment too.

Shabby.

The type 14 pan never decreases. Everyone in the architectural guild also ate the first bite, but then quickly left silently. No, well, I know how you feel.

"Hey, why..."

I'm looking at the pan in front of me like Type 14 said flashly. Look at that. My parents are good at it. Um, I don't know, parents can't be adults, can they?

Oh, I can't help it.

I'm going to eat fish and vegetables that have just been soaked and heated with water named 14 type cooked pot dishes. Well, it's because of the food, because I don't have the ingredients.

Shabby.

Shabby.

Uh, I eat silently. No, I don't know, if I looked normal, like I could see the look on my face, I would have eaten it with a scared face.

Shabby.

Every time I eat a type 14 pan dish, my type 14 look gets brighter.

Shabby.

All right, finish your meal.

The look on the face of type 14 is as smiling as I'd like to punch him.

"Huh, did you see it? The master ate my dishes well."

No, it's you, it's not delicious, so it's not just your wax. I don't have any body.

"Type 14, you, learn to cook from your parents."

Type 14 gives me a surprised look at my heaven. No, is that a surprise?

"Well, why? Now and ever, the master eats my dishes well, doesn't he? And I can do it faster."

No, well, you know, we could be together if we ate and nourished, but me, too, if we could, it'd be better if we could taste better.

"Learn more about the stuff called taste"

No, Mr. Fourteen, really, please.