Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Of the three sisters and brothers in price cut, Anne has the most solid accounting controls.

When Emilio decides, for example, that she's going to get a little leg out of shopping, she lets her opponent form her ass with her natural love and crying down, whereas Anne doesn't do that. We need to weave in the income and expenses well in advance so that they fit perfectly within that range.

That, Anne, who is tight on revenue and expenditure management, one day.

"Please, Brother Leo. You can have all my money."

Throw the little bronze coins (whiskers) in front of Bruno and Leo, who were laughing.

"Tell me what to cook"

Deep down, his forehead bowed to the floor.

"Is Grandma Hilde unconscious?

In the attic working room, Leo, who was concentrating on his inner job with Bruno, opened his eyes wide to what his cute little sister had told him.

"Really? He said he had a bad leg, but he tried to climb high in the garden on the ladder, and he fell over and hit him in the head. It was yesterday morning."

"What's so impotent..."

"Well, that old lady, she was only young or fierce."

Next to Leo frowning, Bruno shrugs.

Hilde was a wealthy solitary old man there and a key customer of Hannah Orphanage's "Senior Visiting (Day Care) Service," but his mean words and behavior have plagued many members of the orphanage so far.

"Once I went there, I was beaten with a cane."

"Well, didn't you tease the faceless tantrum you were good at and buy your anger? It was kind of hard, but it wasn't even like that for me."

Leo just cut off a childhood tame with no heart or narrow eyes.

Day care is somehow to be assigned to younger orphans after one or more visits by a good old man receiving Leo.

Leo also took care of Hilde several times and decided, "This guy would be fine," and entrusted Anne with his successor.

See? When I asked her with my eyes, Anne snorted.

"Yeah. 'Hmm, you filthy orphan' was watered down on the encounter, but 'I'm not dripping' gave me new clothes. And then he said," I'm not hungry. I'm not hungry. "And he threw things at me, but he threw them all at me. It was all food."

"Uh, that one. You know, lemons and butter cookies, I would've brought them home if I did. That was good."

…………

Bruno has a slightly subtle look at the smudged and "Nice guy" and "Really" Leos.

It seems difficult to get to this frontier for him, originally of a proud nature, even though he seems to be quite divided up as an orphan.

Anne cut out hesitantly once she pulled her mouth together.

"- You know what? Maybe, Grandma Hilde, you tried to get some lemons for me and climbed the ladder."

"Lemon?"

"Yeah. When I went to Grandma Hilde's house the other day, you served me some water floating with lemons, and that tasted so good, I chewed them up. Grandma Hilde, she was so good at it, but she sparkled her eyes - because when she was happy, it was Grandma Hilde's habit."

It was just in the morning of Anne's scheduled visit that Hilde fell.

Probably trying to get a first class tasty lemon - she slipped her leg, Anne says.

"It may or may not be. But either way, I want to do something to Grandma Hilde. Yesterday, my neighbor threw me away because I was an orphan and I couldn't even let him in the house... I heard from the horses around me that the head wound itself was no big deal. But my strength and energy say I can't keep up anymore because of my age. If I didn't wake up asleep the whole time, I'd probably be dead, just like I was asleep...!

The word death, unfortunately, is familiar to orphanage children.

There have been several times before that the kid I was playing with until yesterday was getting cold in the alley the next day.

Still, tears crept into Anne's eyes just to say those disturbing words.

"Grandma Hilde, you're twice as gourmet as a person, so if you smell good soup, you might wake up all the time, right? Brother Leo, it's like he just smells copper coins and he jumps up."

"No, Anne, it's..."

"Oh. Maybe I'll jump up."

Leo quickly blocked Leo's infantile mouth, which he ruthlessly tried to penetrate because it was a character-specific phenomenon.

I didn't want to water my sister's will, because he himself believed that such a phenomenon was possible.

Anne held her hands together in front of her chest.

"I still couldn't let the fire touch me, even on cooking duty. Until now, I've just delivered the soup Brother Leo made for me... but this time, I want to make it myself. So."

Tell me, brother Leo.

After he ran out of words, Leo stroked Pompom's share of his sister, who tried so hard to pull her lips together so as not to zero tears.

"It's all right."

That's how I carefully pick up the little copper coins that rolled on the floor, stroke them just a little bit unconcerned, and then give them back to Anne.

"First time only, free offer in progress"

Striking to shake off the smell of copper coins left in his palm, Leo said, "I'll do it!" She laughed and headed to the kitchen.

Well, in a few minutes.

I wore a motivated, lowering apron and was waiting for Anne as she boarded the kitchen.

"Hih...!

It was a chicken body.

"Oh, Anne, was this your first time starting with this?"

"For once, I've even drained blood."

The elderly group is an extra look.

From the chicken shed, old chickens are slaughtered by mistake, but yesterday was the day.

The chicken, decapitated and nicely feathered, had just realistic goosebumps, hanging on the wall with the vanilla.

By the way, Bruno is the one who drops his neck, and Leo is the only one who rips his wings off. Because that's where we go through each other's specialties - well, there's no need to explain around here either.

"Yes, usually, because it was me, the last finishing touches, the catering..."

"Oh, shit, Anne's a solid one, so I'll forget about it, but it's quicker to count from below. Well, maybe it's time to sprinkle the chicken!

"Oh. Remember quickly, there's no loss"

The two men, who are somewhat oblivious to such things as women's hearts and machines, do not even notice Anne's waist, making her hold the knife.

"I'm going to use a whole one this time, so you don't have to. Try putting in a little slice so it tastes good?

"From the base of your leg, screw it in both directions."

As a rough division, vegetables and fruits are under the jurisdiction of the younger group and meat and fish preparation is under the jurisdiction of the older group.

Anne snorted her knife with her trembling hands as she shrugged, "Hit me good..." when she first touched the bumpy bird skin.

"Ko...... I'm scared. Nice! Sounds disgusting......!

Zashu, zashu.

Words are knives that are inserted backwards and boldly.

"... uh... yeah. Right. Unsurprisingly, girls adapt faster."

"I tried Emilio the other day, and he said, 'Beh, stick around, I'm not afraid, but I'll leave you to Brother Bruno,' because he'd run off to the end."

"Uh, that's what Marcel was like."

Thus, as the younger group masters the way chickens are stirred, the older group also experiences the thickness of the liver of a creature called a woman and the sogginess of a creature called a man.

When salt was rinsed from the slices and the chickens were finished, the three of them then moved on to preparing the vegetables.

"This time, let's make it chicken and potato soup by being a shiitake. It's refreshing, but it's better for Grandma Hilde."

"Yeah, Grandma Hilde said I prefer a thin soup to a stewed simmer."

"What a man."

The orphanage's nostalgia is always scarce. I can't cook a dish with lots of seasoning and meat.

Leo therefore tended to refrain from seasoning to the extreme and to make thin dishes that took stock from bone and vegetable skins, but the thin yet savory products were a disappointing grasp of the hearts of the elderly.

Prepared are pressed wheat and carrots, potatoes, and rosemary.

Beat the vanilla gently and throw it into a pan with chicken, then add the pressed wheat and simmer together.

Carrots scrub their skins clean - I wouldn't waste it peeling them off -, cut them randomly.

Leo flaunted his face when he took the potatoes out of the sack with each skin of the potatoes.

"Ah, I thought you were sprouting."

"The one who bought it in a bundle of three sentences."

"All right, Anne. Have you ever budged before?

Anne, who was told the story, nodded with a face that made her feel somewhat sadly prepared.

"Ugh... Mmm! I mean, there is, there isn't, it's me, but I'm just in the mood!

"What does that mean?"

As Leo penetrated half-eyed, Anne gripped the knife back with a serious look on her face.

"Sister Leda said. My knife judgment has the audacity, temper, and momentum not to be lost, although accuracy and delicacy are not. 'Cause I can be your sister Leda's successor. So...... it's ok!

"Wait a minute, if you take the accuracy away from the knife judgment, what's left! I mean, at a time when you're certified as the successor to the culinary skill Worst One Reda, you've got a lot to learn!

"Cooking is not technology. Even temper and temper, Sister Ledda said!

"You're not!? Obviously not!? And what the hell is that way to hold it!?

Leo got a little nervous because Anne began to hoist her hands in heaven with her knife backwards, staring at the potatoes rolling on the slab.

The pose was not so much the girl sprouting potatoes as the evil conductor himself waving his knife down at the sacrifice lying on the altar.

"Take Me... Take Me Eggs...!

"Bud (...) So?!? Because it's sprouting!? Hey, why do I have to make such a disturbing aura mess!?

Even now, Leo exclaimed for his sister-in-law, who was going to choke people's eyes out.

"Uh-oh!

"Stop - Ew!

- Pan.

Such a noise echoes in the kitchen, which is completely transformed into a crucible of confusion.

Leo, who reached for his sister in anticipation of the catastrophe, opened his eyes wide to its mild sound and then to the silence he visited.

"… indeed, there is no stray"

At the end of his gaze, Bruno, who embarked on himself, wraps his knife blade around him with both his brown hands.

It was the technique of pinching and pushing the body from both sides of the knife that was said to remove the white blade.

"Huh...! The knife doesn't move......!?

"That's sweet, Anne. No strays, but no speeds. Now the prey will escape before he can be punished."

Bruno lifts the edge of his lips and answers to Anne, who stares at a knife that is frightening.

"... hey, what? Is it a play? Is this a Nintendo novel? Are you guys motivated?

Long-eyed Leo puts in a penetration.

Here, he says, "Are you sure your hands are okay!?," or, "What an approximate move!" Surprising on the other hand is a waste of time, "Leo knew for a long time.

Bruno is inhuman and strong, a lot weird.

If we hold this down, we can avoid situations where we get tired just by putting in a penetration.

"... for now, Anne. Put the knife down. Instead of sprouts, you need to understand the concept of cooking."

"... yes"

"That's right, Anne. I don't want a knife. If you want to work out, let's do a dagger next time."

"Bruno shuts up!

That's how the "cooking internship" somehow changed into a life or assassination class from time to time, while the three finally finished the soup after hours.