My Heroic Life

After setting the basic policy, the long-haired young man understood what he was going to do.

Facing the affirmative look in Eleshkigal's eyes, Roland sighed and nodded. Instead of using words, he used actions to express his feelings. He reached out his hand to wipe away some of the overflowing tears for Lord Goddess, and then watched. Ishtar turned to the side with some reproach on his expression.

"Ile is not good at words, Ishtar, don't always use this to beat her."

"...I didn't."

"Forget it, you guys played all night, and you are almost hungry...probably?"

The young man who stood up glanced back and forth at the two quiet goddesses, Ishtar and Ile raised their heads and blinked, obviously unexpected that Roland would mention this.

The long-haired young man glanced at his watch and smiled bitterly. The incident caused by the two of them lasted from dusk to night. For example, it has been two hours since it was completely dark today. Roland has not yet entered the grain of rice. The situation outside was nervous. My stomach hurts, but now my hungry stomach hurts.

"You are gods and you don't need to eat, but I am a human being."

Roland pointed to the kitchen on one side and raised an eyebrow at the two goddesses.

"It's a bit late now, so can you help?"

In response to Roland's invitation, Eleshkigal stood up easily, and Ishtar hesitated and got up and walked over.

Things can't be done, but Roland and Ile must not be left alone. This is Ishtar's insistence.

Seeing a smile on the face of the long-haired young man here, his heart finally settled down.

Facing the problem that the two goddesses couldn't choose, Roland's solution was to divert his attention. As long as they stopped pursuing it, what did it matter how sharp the problem was?

The desperate crisis was passed safely under Roland's handling. The young man felt confident that today's disaster could be over, but what he didn't expect was that everything was not over yet.

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After more than half an hour, Roland looked at the piles of high-tech kitchen utensils that had turned into scraps in silence. He reached out and fumbled, and found that many electrical appliances had depressions of different sizes, and some of them were very clear. Imprint.

Yes, it is the punch hole.

"Can anyone explain what's going on?"

Roland calmly put down the rice cooker that was almost blown up, calmly or numbly looked at the goddesses aside.

"What's the matter with this punch pit?"

"This, this is... I do as you said, I don't know why it suddenly doesn't work, I have no choice but to try to knock, and finally..."

Ishtar had an expression of "it was the first hand of the rice cooker" and grumbled to the side. Roland glanced at her, swallowed hard and wanted to complain, lowered his head and raised a double dish. board.

"...What about this one?"

"This is because the knife for cutting meat is too blunt, so I used my own one, but I accidentally cut it too hard without controlling it."

Ishtar raised his spiral-tailed long sword and gave Roland a look embarrassingly. The man stared at the long sword for a moment.

Wait a minute, cut this thing, is it really just a cutting board?

Roland, who had discovered the blind spot, turned around and came to the table, and found that the expensive solid wood table had been chopped off by Ishtar in half, and he was dragging his body to support it with difficulty.

"..."

"Yes, sorry."

Ishtar noticed that Roland saw the miserable condition of the table and knew that he could not hide it, so he had to lower his head and admit his mistake. Roland twitched and sighed:

"Okay... it's an inspection, at least let me know that this table is pretty solid, and I will buy it next time."

The long-haired young man comforted himself, and he can only do so now. Ishtar, as a goddess, is already a miracle because he admits mistakes at a table. What else do you want?

"Just forget what happened to you, Ai Lei...what's the matter with you?"

Roland accepted Ishtar's apology and turned to look at the other side of the kitchen, where the blonde goddess was pressing the door of the oven. Smoke was already billowing in the oven where the food was supposed to be placed.

"This is... because I want to make it quickly, so..."

The frustrated Ai Lei began to tell her own history of failure.

Because of the large-scale battle between her and Ishtar today, Roland’s dinner time was postponed. Iley, who was worried that Roland would be hungry, did the simplest barbecue, but according to the time on the oven, it was displayed. It takes nearly an hour.

Miss Eleshkigal thought it was too slow, but this was already the maximum power of the oven, so the clever little head of the goddess began to turn, analyzing how to improve efficiency.

If you want to increase production, naturally you have to figure out the principle. After earnestly using magical powers to investigate, Eleshkigal decided that it was a device that converts electricity into heat, and then suddenly became clear.

As the so-called dry firewood, if you want to burn, the firewood must be of good quality and a lot, so in the same way, if you want to further enhance the oven, you must increase the current!

Ai Lei, who had no flaws in logic, felt that she had mastered the truth of the world, quite a bit of a rough man's style of justice and caliber, and then the Lord Goddess tried her own Chi Lei.

The result was obvious after that... the oven almost exploded, and it was now emitting black smoke. If it weren't for Roland's ability to ventilate quickly, the fire alarm would surely reverberate, and it would rain in the house.

"I didn't expect it to be so fragile... I'm sorry."

Facing the Lord Goddess who admitted his mistake, the man was silent for a moment, looking up at the sky, and breathing deeply for a while.

"It's okay. Modern instruments are very sensitive to electric current. This is a good lesson. Don't do this in the future."

"Well, I will definitely not next time."

"..."

Facing Ishtar, who was dejected and assured, and Ishtar, who had rarely fallen into trouble but tried his best to suppress his own existence, Roland looked around and said nothing.

This... is probably the feeling of raising an ancestor.

If you drop the chain, it will be hard!

You can't beat and scold, and you must try your best to understand. If it weren't for them to look good, Roland might not be able to bear it.

If a meal is not prepared, all the electrical appliances and kitchen utensils in the family are basically killed. The power of the two goddesses together is so powerful, what can Roland say?

Can electrical killers attract each other?

Roland didn't know, but he knew he was about to return to the original.

"Stop talking, serve!"

The desperate man pulled out the round-bottomed black pot in the cabinet, looked at the first partner and the last hope, and started the pot.

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"This! This is sour and sweet, so delicious!"

At the dinner table, Ishtar praised Roland’s cooking skills with a bone in his hand. There was a lot of red sauce on his little face, and by her side, Aileshkigal was no surprise. The Lord Goddess was standing tall and smiling proudly at Ishtar's praise.