Rice for Enoch’s Second Expeditionary Unit

Spear in one hand, clear your ears.

If you hear a mountain frog (frosh) squeal, get close with a sneak peek and just capture.

Repeat such a waterfront hunt.

For the number of people if you work hard! What a goal, but not so well.

Besides, worst of all...

"Hih!!

He slipped and fell on his feet on the rock, trying to roll into the river and fell.

Needless to say, my whole body is soaking wet.

Fortunately it was a shallow spot, but it hit my body hard. I also make cuts to my face. Ouch, plain painful.

Collect the spear that was rolling on the rock and go back to where the horse is and take the bag. The mountain frog (Frosh) was left hanging in the saddle.

I'm glad it was a beautiful river that fell. If it were a dirty river, it wouldn't have taken the muddy smell.

I look around to see if there's anywhere to be shady. There was a big rock, so I decided to hide there and get dressed.

Get naked in nature. That's a lot of courage. But he's shaking, and his back teeth are shaking. If I don't wipe my body and get dressed, I'll catch a cold.

Take off your coat, bitan! and something falls off the headscarf.

"Wow, what...!?

Oh, my God, looks like there was a river fish in there.

Because of this, thank you very much.

I found out I didn't just fall into the river, and it made my mind a lot easier.

Unbraid the three knits, squeeze the moisture, remove the hand towel from the bag, and wipe the body moisture.

What happens when you have to change even your underwear.

I thought I'd keep my wet clothes and stuff dry on the rocks here.

The wound was painted with Village Secret wound medicine. On the beating area, the essential oil of the lemon thatch (limongrass) diluted with water was rubbed in to encourage blood circulation.

Ambulance tools are abundant, so this is the moment I was glad to be a health guard.

My hair is still wet, but I can't be any more relaxed here. We have to make dinner for everyone.

If the moisture-containing hair touches the skin, it is cold, so knit left and right and wrap it around the back of the head.

By the way, we each take bread and dried meat for lunch. I need to see it fit, too, and eat it.

Back where the captain decides, build up the stones around it and make a simple kamado.

Then light the fire. Collect firewood and ignite in a match.

When I was in the village, I basically kept Kama from stopping which fire, and I used firecrackers when I needed them. I think an easily ignitable match would be really useful.

I have to grab lunch first.

The main thing is the river fish I just happened to get. I'm afraid of parasites, so I get rid of my guts.

Before the fire grew bigger, I stabbed it on a stick of branches and baked it.

The vanilla flavor is delicious, but this time I made it simple to salt.

Baking for a few minutes. I got grilled eyes beautifully.

Remove the bread from the bag and eat with it.

After a pre-meal prayer, I hit a fish.

The skin is crispy! Good salting. The fat is on it, and I feel slightly sweet if I chew it.

Momogu leaves his head and bones to eat up.

On the fluffy bread, honey (Miele) was removed and eaten.

Applying plenty of honey (miele) to bread would be an unthinkable luxury way to eat in the village. Long live the Knights.

I'm full. The fish bones were dug and buried so that no other crew could sprinkle them. Evidence evacuation complete.

I lay down on a carpet of grass for a while, resting on my stomach, but the sun leaned out, so I have to work on making dinner. rises barely, and after stretching his back, hits him in the cheek to get in the mood.

Remove the mountain frog (frog) that had been dismantled by the river from the leather bag.

Mountain frogs (frogs) have flaky legs and are delicious.

Cut into three pieces. If I were to give it away from you, one at a time. Subtle.

However, since the toppings are the best, rub the vanilla into the lower flavor without using it as a soup set.

Cut your torso into fine pieces and turn it into soup. Head in, of course. Now you don't know what kind of meat it is.

Add half of your body and bring to a boil, and season thoroughly with spices such as herb garlic and chili peppers (piman), on those drained of ash juice. Pepper mushrooms and the like were added along the way and simmered further.

I'll give it a taste. Securely, the stock of mountain frogs (frogs) was out.

Lower the soup pan from the kamado and set the small pan on fire.

I drizzled Olivier oil and stir-fried it crunchy on the body of the Eyegrass (Basilico), herb garlic and mountain frog (Froche) I had just picked.

It smells fragrant. Put it in the soup. That's it.

The sun soon came down.

Light the corner light and brighten your hand.

The second item was given by a mountain frog (frog).

An easy dish to fry with a small amount of olivier oil.

Timely, when fried, everyone from the Second Expeditionary Force came back.

Welcome the captain with a tired face.

"Welcome home"

"Oh."

It's worth the effort, and they've completed their goal crusade count.

Tomorrow morning, he said he could go home.

"Hey, thanks to Zara, we're done early"

To the words of Urgas, Lieutenant Berley nods satisfactorily.

"I'm glad you could help me."

Zara said, meditating on one eye. Watching him hold the battle axe lightly in his hand, where the length of the pattern is as long as his height, wondering where in his slender body he has power.

Ladies and gentlemen, you seem hungry, but I glance at everyone's condition.

"You're not hurt, are you?

I used to come back from battle and eat when I said I was hungry, and I realized that everyone was scratched in the ground.

He said it was all right as much as this, but if I had to apply the medicine, it would leave a mark, and the healing would be slow.

Looks like it has been a meal > treatment before, but from now on I will treat > let it be a meal.

Confirm each and every one.

Urgas applied a moisturizing ointment because her hands were rough.

Lieutenant Berley had a scratch on his cheek, so he washes it clean and paints the wound pills. When he came and went, he got caught up in the branches. Because I'm a woman, I wanted my face to be careful.

The captain has a cut to his jaw. I thought you cut it with branches, just like Lieutenant Berley, something that he failed to do when shaving his beard. Oh, my God. This one's handled with scratch pills.

Mr. Zara was intact. Exactly.

Mr. Gul had runny hairs, so he combed them with a shovel.

Once the work of the health guard is done, it will be time for a meal.

Looks like Zara can help with the meals. Seeing as how I arranged the plates carefully and quickly, I wish I could act handy that way, too.

Second, I feel gaze.

Looking next door, Mr. Zara and I met each other.

"Oh, Mel, that's a cute haircut."

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

When I accidentally fell into the river and talked about getting my hair wet, I was surprised.

"Because the waterfront is really dangerous!

"Right. I'll be careful."

I wonder what it is. I have someone to worry about. Thank you. I'm soaked up.

Cut the bread apart and leave it on the plate to cover the soup lid.

I prayed before meals because I was ready.

"Sanitary Squirrel, what's the ingredient for today?

Urgas asked me a good question. But I won't tell you the answer.

"I was wondering what meat was in there, let me guess"

"Did you bring any meat?

"No, I procured it during the day"

"I see."

I turned to Mr. Zara and told him to slap the challenging letter.

"Mr. Zara, if this meat is incorrect as to what kind of meat it is, please join our troops"

"Oh, me, though I'm familiar with meat"

"I just want it!

Mr. Zara took the challenge. He looks at the meat floating in his eyes as he narrows it.

"Let's eat"

In a word from the captain, everyone starts eating together.

"Ooh, wow, yummy"

Urgas seemed to like it. Lieutenant Berley also has loose cheeks.

Mr. Gull is a cat tongue, so he waited for it to cool down.

"You can eat bones, but chew them well before swallowing them"

Mountain frogs (frogs) have many bones. If I had removed every single bottle, the sun would go down. Good stock also comes out of the bone, so it was simmered as is.

"Captain, what do you say?

"Normally delicious. But I have no idea what kind of meat it is. Pale as a fish, but also tastes like a bird"

"Hehe."

The captain needs to know.

Hilariously, I look at Zara sideways.

He was carefully biting off the meat so he could be sure of something.

Drink the soup, and now take the lift from your leg.

I grabbed it and bit it too.

The crispy fried leg meat smells like vanilla through her nose. The meat detaches from the bone so that it can unravel, and if it bites, the taste seeps out. The captain is right, the texture and flavor is about halfway between fish and birds.

This was my grandfather's favorite living in the neighborhood, and if I caught him and took it, I got a penny. I actually ate it about once. It's not snuggly and it's quite delicious.

Zara was eating beautifully and observing the structure of her feet.

The tip was cut off from the ankle, so it shouldn't be easy to figure out what creature.

They all ate beautifully. Ho, a relief.

Finally, I would like to ask Zara a question.

"Do you know what meat is?

"That's it at all. The gravy drips slightly if you chew it, but it's not hard and the aftertaste is light. I've never had meat like this before."

Heh heh, I almost laughed. Even Zara, who worked in the dining room, seems to have never eaten meat from a mountain frog (frog).

"But he said he went to the river, so he's a creature by the water."

I'm thrilled to be asked.

He seemed to be giving a hint, purposefully and kindly from himself.

"So?

"Uh-huh, I don't know, rare waterfowl?

"Too bad!!

At that moment, Lieutenant Berley said, "Welcome to our team! I was happy."

With a troubled smile on his face, Mr. Zara flaunts his shoulder.

"So, Sanitary Squirrel, what meat was it?

"It's Mountain Frog (Frosh)"

With that said, the air in the field freezes.

"Or a frog...?

"Ugh, it's a lie, isn't it?

"Are you kidding me?

"True."

Hold your head, other than Zara's crew. It seems surprisingly delicate.

"They did it."

"I'm sorry, I've got a difficult problem."

"Yeah, I thought it was a lot of bones for a bird, but I didn't know it was a frog"

I managed to fool you, so I'm glad.

Now Mr. Zara is a member of the Second Expeditionary Force.

"But, Mr. Zara. Are you sure it was good?

"It was good."

"In my unit"

"Oh -"

Mr. Zara whispers softly in his ear.

"Mel's food was delicious, so the minute I had a bite to eat, I decided to enlist."

The moment I hear it, my face gets hot.

That would be a killing complaint.

Urban men have found it horrible.