Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

That's a pot first.

I thought that the square in front of the warehouse was too dirty to create.

"Exactly. I don't want to have a pot with this."

I can get rid of dirt with dirt magic, and I can do anything with junctions, but I don't like it emotionally. I don't want to eat horse shit or anything stained.

"Mr. Chairman. Can you get some dirt, well, even iron from me?

We used up most of the iron to create the ship. The rest of us can only do iron pots for three.

"Iron is good enough, but earth is good enough for everything?

"Well, there's something suitable for a pan... oh, can I use a bottle (kame)?"

The soil (clay) used in the bottle is the same as the one used in the pan. If I use it, I can't make a dirt pot that feels good.

A storage bag filled with ingredients was removed from the storage bag.

"... now, but you're kidding me about infinite bags, you..."

"I'm not kidding, it's not infinite. Only two cars in."

"No, I'm still kidding."

"Then that's fine. Hmm, just cut it? There you go."

and threw the storage bag at the chairman.

"Put what I asked for before into it. If you're in there, time's frozen, so it won't rot."

Just ask for it. I forgot to give you something to put in.

"... you, don't give me this stuff easily. I'm glad you're trusted, but be a little suspicious. I'm not returning..."

"─ ─ ─ Translated. The chairman's not that stupid."

Speaking of friends, absolute trust only exists in dream stories. But if you intend to, it's the sex of someone you trust far more than the word trust.

"As a merchant, you seem to be blinded by the current situation. I think it's better to calculate my movements to gain trust than to buy my discomfort, but was I wrong?

I don't think that's terrible. I'm planning on getting along with the chairman, too.

"... your personality appraisal is tough. But it's not bad for you to admit it..."

"The second most expensive merchant I've ever bought."

"I don't know, not the best."

I accidentally blew it out on the chairman who was as obstinate as a child.

I can calculate things and be honest about people's feelings. That's a superb merchant.

"Oh. That's number two. Well, the best is still far below Mr. Chairman as a person or a merchant, but I can't handle the judgment and thought when I say here. Sooner or later, he'll be more of a merchant than Mr. Chairman."

He's got enough talent and luck to barge in and say what a protagonist he really is.

"... when you say that, you kind of miss me..."

"Come in your spare time because you left the store next to us. It's funny when you're in business with a mermaid."

That also feeds you. Talk to the big merchants under the sky and you'll realize what you're missing.

Whoa. I need to make a pot.

The contents (seafood pan equipment) were placed in a junction ball and twelve bottles were shattered before being transformed into a single pan.

I got iron (which became ingot), created an iron pan for a seafood pan, and put it in a junction ball.

Underneath the pan, of course, we create the cauldron, so it's obvious.

The ingredients for the seafood pan are made, so warm them up over low heat.

"Don't eat the seafood pan on your feet."

It's torture to watch where you're eating, and if the chairmen don't eat, turn it around.

"Thank you. Zanino, care of the bei, feed them all."

"Yes. Arna. Plates from the dining room, please."

"Yes, I am."

That's how Dwarves all talk.

I decide to make a meat pan whilst thinking about whatever is good in the corner of my head.

Even if it is used, the ingredients will just burst.

Add the kelp for the stock and simmer, add the various cut vegetables, add the liquor and fish soy in the right amount (somehow) and simmer a little. When you say gutsy, turn the fire down to low heat and snap chicken, pork and oak meat to get the ash juice.

When it feels good, cover it and wait a while. In the meantime, take the eggs out of the storage bag and put them in a cage.

"Oh, that's a saying. Hey, was there a culture of eating eggs here?

Wang Du's food situation, I have no idea.

"There are, but they are rarely eaten with high-end ingredients. So, what do we do, that?

"You put it on an egg and eat it. Delicious."

I'm an egg eater. There's no way I don't.

"That's luxury again. Well, it would be normal for you..."

Well, when guests don't come, they only eat in the winter.

And the base special meat pan was completed in a nice way.

Looking back, there was a wood plate and a fork in everyone's hands. Of course, it's got eggs in it.

I don't like the idea of having a pot in a wooden dish, but it's also cool to wait because I'm going to create it - but don't get lightly rioted. Do you want to give up?

"It's a lot of annoyance. Well, eat."

"All right, everybody, I've taught you how to do it."

How? What the hell?

Looking at it, the chairman put the wood plate and fork on the table (which was ready at some point) and put his hands together.

"I'll take it!

I returned that everyone would receive it at the head of the chairman's voice.

Uh, well, yeah. Each culture. If you like it, it's not a good idea. Maybe...