My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

Life inside began and a few days passed.

The earliest morning is Lisse and the second is Berge.

Eile and Sajita were also quick at first, but apparently they were up temporarily early to hit the negotiating time.

Now that the unfamiliar life in an unfamiliar environment has only stabilized a little - the cook's early morning is not going to change anywhere.

"-Okay."

In the morning support, he enters the house that there is just a kitchen and a slightly larger table, and Berge reaches for the ingredients. Probably a kitchen and table made for guests.

There was, naturally, a vast field in the dragon tribe so vast that it was not thought to be in the belly of the forest.

And there, the staple foods of the Dragon Nation, where the staple foods are often thought to be meat, were normally raised.

By the way, about four children of the four-legged Red Dragon (Raugio) guarded the field.

It has a fine role to play in protecting the crops from the beasts.

Intrigued by what is being raised in this environment, Berge was severely intimidated by the inadvertent approach to the field and being barked or hit by his body without a guide.

"- Oh no!!

Well, the four-legged red dragon (Lougio) that accidentally hits me took it the other way and threw it away. Berge and those who have been trained by assassins, there is no way they are weak.

The food that is such a staple of the Dragon Nation was black wheat, which seems to have adapted to the environment, much like wheat… or a varietal improved version of wheat.

Dragon wheat.

They used to call it wheat normally, but on the occasion of a scholar visiting the inside from outside calling it "dragon wheat," that became the common name.

That dragon wheat, but when I first saw it, Berge thought it was sick. Because I had seen the same blackened wheat before.

But the only black one is the outer skin.

Peeling it, it's hard to say that it's white inside... but the red and black fruit was still growing so much that I just thought it was not working.

- It's just pretty good. This seemingly sick wheat.

There are three kinds of dragon wheat that I have had divided.

It is a powder with strong black wheat before purification, black and red mixed powder ground in a mortar for each skin, and red colour taken from the outer skin and ground only in the contents.

(The flavor of the shell is good, but too much is blurry and bad on the palate... if anything connects...)

Worried about that, the trial and error of the ratio persists.

For one thing, even today, the dragon wives make the dough in the ratio they taught us.

Crushed walnut-like nuts with an interesting crisp palate are also mixed, and when combined, the dough is pasted into the lid portion of the frying pan that becomes oval and set. There are holes in the top of the lid to make it free of steam.

This pasted dough has become the bread we want to flatten, and it has become the staple food for the Dragon Nation and, more recently, ourselves.

The grain colours are different.

That's what Berge thought of when he heard it, is the presence of a poisonous swamp that is all over the forest.

(- Is the ground toxic?

If that's the case, there's nothing harmful about growing cereals to people.

The color is the array, but I think the quality is good. Tastes good too.

Berge confirmed it in his own form, no doubt about it. I also asked Caroferon to examine the soil in the field, but he said it was not toxic.

Besides, some cereals and vegetables grow abnormally.

Dragon wheat comes in harvest four times a year, and similar vegetables grow faster in the outside world.

Especially the potato seems to be cautious, on top of its black appearance and contents, it grows unusually fast, and when left alone, it expands indefinitely?

It seems that once every few decades it is untidy and spreads out into the woods, with massive dragons and wormdragons that favor potatoes.

(- Speaking of which, Ayle was eating black onions with a seemingly complicated face)

"You don't like it? When I asked," Tastes good, but I don't accept the colors. But I don't hate it, "he said with a face that still seemed complicated about the complications.

Everything is a specialty of his hometown village - like Berge, because it only looks like a rotten color, so be it.

I'm totally used to judging lizard meat, too, and go with the vegetables in the pan.

The large berge looks like a lot of mess, but specializes in its fruitful delicate and fine cuisine.

I don't hate the slightly nasty man's cooking either, but I think he is the cook because he wears a slight and thin dress. It's personal.

"- We're ready for breakfast!

When Berge calls, Ayle, Rio Dyne, Celier and Sagitta come out of his personal tent.

Lisse comes from the woods as she cuts up her training.

By the way, cats come back often with Lisse. Looks like we were together today.

And the cat goes somewhere soon after eating Berge's prepared meal. Anything you don't want to go into the kitchen.

Caroferon has been immersed in tent alchemy-related work these days, so I guess I can't get my hands off him now, or he's sleeping like he's dead paragraph by paragraph.

As usual about her too, I decide to go check on her later.

Red bread to be flattened and a slightly unusual flavoured juice.

These two are the local dishes of the Dragon Nation.

Naturally, or because we only have time here to get together, we started eating only breakfast together.

Whatever it is because the noon is done with each of them, maybe we can get together at dinner - maybe for the reason that Berge's absence is huge.

Berge is having a rough time at this house for dinner so that he knows all the dishes inside.

Even if you live in the same house, your favorite dishes are different if you have a taste preference.

There are only a few different flavors and different dishes in each household, from which new dishes can occur and be established.

There is only one dish in each household.

Thinking about it, Berge's interest is still endless.

Either way, the time may come to gather and eat three meals, but that's not now, Berge thinks.

Because I still have something to learn, and I haven't exhausted it yet.

- Dragon cuisine in particular remains untouched. There seems to be a lot of time and effort involved, so I'm putting it behind me.

After breakfast, Berge trains to fight.

He's not very keen on training, but he wants to be strong enough to hunt any meat himself, so he's not indispensable.

I also train secrets for once, but I'm very responsive.

Perhaps it was time for Sagitta to give her some advice, and Berge wiped his sweat and stood back in the kitchen again.

- You're done in the morning.

A pot embedded in the ground - from something like a simple ice chamber, serve the dough of the dragon wheat you put to sleep.

Overall moist and well hydrated.

(This wheat is still amazing)

Color is the only thing that seems to be hurting me, but I can tell right away when I touch it.

I've only touched Berge to the point of counting, and he's no worse than fine wheat.

It has a unique flavor, but Berge thinks this is fine. Well, if you take the outer skin completely, this flavor should be pretty thin, too.

Finish the dough, spread it with a noodle stick, use a cup to mould it out, thin it further in the palm of your hand, line it up in a frying pan and hang it on fire.

When you can smell like freshly baked bread from the dough that is broiled with gizzards...

"- Berge!! A battle!!

They're here.

"There you are."

And in front of Berge, whose face appeared from the house, there were three Dragon tribe girls, slightly lower than their age.

"I can do it soon. Can I ask you to prepare some tea?

"- Shut up! Eat this!

"- Eat!"

"- The stranger! Eat!"

They give us boxes of woven fabrics for plates, so Berge makes sure of them one by one.

"That's not very good..."

Leaking a word of blush, the three dyed their faces in humiliation.

"I can do it soon, so I'll have some tea, please"

"" Grunt......!

What is clear is that we still lost today.

- They are young dragon girls who refrain from marrying… or who have a mind.

Good cooks are popular, which seems to be common sense through here, and these three girls were rumored to be good cooks, especially inside.

It was only natural for the cooks, who admit to themselves, to be interested in Berges, who goes around people in search of food by saying they were cooks.

- "Wow, it's good! Are dragon women not only beautiful, but also good cooks? Marry me!" But I was going to let him say it. And I was going to hook him up. I was about the age I wanted to foil that.

But cooking a good dish and letting it eat relative to each other was the beginning of the cause.

"Go ahead."

I offer the girls, groaning with remorse but preparing for tea, a plate with thin baked cookies on it.

The girls reached for it with a remorseful face - niggling.

"Hey, this? It doesn't taste good."

"You're just paring up."

"Thin bread, I mean."

Berge, sitting in the same seat as the girl who is making her crisp as she nibbles, takes a thin-baked cookie in her hand, just like they do. By the way, I believe it is Naughty Young Men's Word to attach "Jah" to the end of the story, children who suffer the pernicious effects of the countryside.

"I didn't put any sugar in it. This is the jam I got from my grandmother in Ha 'harai. We'll eat it with this on board."

I also served a vial with the plate, but the girls put on a red jam that nobody saw, and Berge threw a thin-baked cookie into his mouth.

Red berry sugar stew with strong acidity is intertwined with a degree of sweetness and flavor aromatic from dragon wheat, creating a stunning harmony.

As I imagined, it's good.

The taste is rustic because it is not elaborate, but if you enjoy the taste of dragon wheat, this is enough.

- Jam is what you eat on bread.

It's normal in the outside world, but inside the new invention that overshadowed common sense, the girls who endured shame with their ghostly faces quickly cleaned up their plates.

"So? How do you make what you bring?

It's not just feeding, it's not just a show of ideas.

This is also an important interaction for Berge to learn about cooking.

- It should be noted that I have not yet realized that the girls' pardons and thinkers have already given Berge a glimpse.