Rice for Enoch’s Second Expeditionary Unit

A big problem was discovered. They don't have detergent here. Oh, my God!

They say there's not even soap, so I'm desperate.

If I held my head, I remember what my grandmother used to tell me.

- I used to use flour to wash dishes.

Yeah, flour soap.

Anything, I think he said gluten (gluten) in the flour would suck the oil out and make it easier to get dirt off.

I feel a little wasted, but I can't replace my belly on my back. I wrapped my arms around it and started cleaning it.

If I told him I needed water to clean, the watchman bandit no longer said he was going to boil water outside. Is that okay with you, watch?

I feel like I could get away from here, but I don't know where my current location is, and if I'm lost and in distress, it sucks, so I'll keep it to myself.

He said he sent an arrow sentence, so one of these days someone will come and help. Maybe.

Drain the blood of a snowbird (ave) while you are having the water boiled.

I tied my legs with rope and tried to chop off my neck with a knife that had been left around it, but it was rusty and unusable.

This! This! and slapped him off again and again, severing his neck.... It was a long time ago.

I just exhaled, and the door behind me opens. Looking back, I filed a complaint.

"Excuse me, I can't cut this knife at all."

"Hih!"

The bandit looked at my face and was making a mild scream. If you ask me anything, my face is covered in blood.

"I just bathed in return blood. The blade was rusty, so I slapped him in the neck and cut him with a knife over and over again."

"Oh, that's what I mean. What a surprise."

"I'm so sorry."

Apparently, there is a grinding wheel (Toshi) for the blade, and it will be polished now. Bandits leaving at will.

So I want to ask you if you want to keep an eye on me. It was a surprise monkey management.

The snowbird (ave) hangs upside down and drains blood.

While I waited for that, I decided to organize the kitchen.

Bring a big bucket and keep putting dirty dishes in.

Dishes piled up in the bucket. So I finally see the cooking table.

Everywhere is covered in oil. I never wanted to touch it because it was dirty. But we have to do it.

Fortunately, I unearthed deflection. This will probably make the work easier.

When the water boils along the way, a lookout bandit arrives.

"Sorry, the knife will take a while"

"Fine. It's going to take a lot of cleaning up here."

Permission was granted to freely use the well outside if a request was made for water as well.

"It's right out the door here, to the left."

"Hi, thank you"

So, is that okay, watchman?

The bandit has left to sharpen his knife.

I strike my cheeks with both hands and start cleaning in a temper.

First, dissolve the flour in the water. It would be hot as it is, so I brought snow from the outside and lowered the temperature.

The trout flour was draped onto a cooking table with creamy oil and rubbed with deflection.

Lose the power of soap, but it gets reasonably clean. Appreciate the power of gluten (gluten). I grumble in my heart to thank you for the wisdom of my grandmother's life.

If the cooking table is clean, wash the plate this time. Of course, I'm not going to make it all clean. I chose only the dishes to use and removed oil stains with flour.

Finally, which cleaning is to be carried out.

Must be packed with ash. So he wraps the scarf in his pocket around his mouth and nose and opens his mouth.

"Ugh, dirty, ho, ho!!

The moment I opened my mouth, the black ash rose.

The window was opened and the door was also opened and fully opened.

Bring me a barrel to put ash in, look for a fire scratch stick, but I don't see it.

"Whoa, I sharpened my knife - what the heck, this, ho, ho!!

As a result of your skipping the cleaning! I want to scream.

I asked him if he had a fire scratch stick but he said he had never seen it before. Oh, my God.

"Then lend me something else."

"Mm-hmm."

"If you don't scratch out the ashes, you can't cook."

"I said that..."

If it was long somewhere and I asked if there was anything flat ahead, the good stuff was different on the bandit's hips.

"Oh, that sword, it looks like it could be used instead of a fire scratch stick. Can you lend it to me?

No, I'll ask him. I was just wondering if they'd turn me down.

"Oh, if you want to use it, use it"

"Oh, thank you"

Can you lend me your weapon?

Something's missing quite a bit, and he smells like a good guy, so I was worried he was going to do it as a bandit.

I don't care about that, make him resume cleaning.

I just scratched out the ashes in it with my sword.

After cleaning the kamado, I can finally get it cooked.

Before we do that, we need to dismantle Snowbird (Ava). The bandit sharpened the knife for me, so it's easy to dismantle.

"The noble lady can be dismantled."

"And you learn it in the year of your social debut."

"Well, that's surprising..."

They asked me too much about the dismantling, and I lied aggressively, but I didn't find out at all.

I'm relieved.

The meat of the snowbird (Ava) looks rather delicious.

Take the blades, remove the guts, and divide them by site.

neck meat (celery), breasts, wings, in wings, thighs, skin, etc.

First, make soup using wings, wings and potatoes with strong bones and flavor ingredients. Seasoning is spices and salt only. Enjoy the flavour of the ingredients without extra flavouring.

Grill the neck meat (celery). This would be delicious just by shaking the salt gently. The neck meat (Ceceli) is a rare area with a strong toothpick and flavorful ingredients. It has a good taste.

"Excuse me, do you have any distilled liquor or anything?

"There is."

"Use it for cooking, so please"

"Okay."

Bandits respond to my demands.

"There you go."

"Thank you"

"But what do you use booze for?

"Soak it in alcohol and soften the meat."

The breasts are low in fat and are slightly hard to eat because they are crusty. But if you soak it in alcohol, it softens.

The bandit said "heh" to impress. This, too, was the wisdom of my grandmother's life.

Rub the breast with salt and leave to soak in the liquor often.

In the meantime, dissolve the flour in water and mix the eggs, salt pepper.

I put fire in the kamado and laid Olivier oil in the pan. If the pan warms, add the dough and stretch thinly to cook.

Would you have cooked about twenty sheets? Layer them on a plate.

I make about this much of the dough and get to cooking the snowbird (Ava) again.

Remove the breast meat that was soaked in the liquor and gently wash with water.

Cut it thin, there was water.

The potatoes were also finely chopped and stir-fried with the bird skin until crunchy. Season only with salt and pepper.

The thigh was seasoned with a lower flavor, shaken with flour mixed with spices and fried with calamari. This is the best.

Finally, make a sauce.

That said, it's not a lot of stuff. It's a simple sauce that I just spiced in an oyster (ostra) sauce I don't know when I discovered it around there and seasoned it.

It was also fried from the dish and served with broiled neck meat (celery), boiled breast, crunchy grilled skins and potatoes, thinly chopped cheese, etc.

"Maybe you want to roll it up in flour skin and eat it?

"Yes!"

"Oh, that looks delicious."

There was only one snowbird (Ava), so I tried to cook a dish that would give even a small amount of meat a sense of satisfaction.

With the bandit on the lookout, I'll take him to the living room.

Apparently, there is no such thing as a table. They put it on the floor and eat it.

Bring the thinly roasted dough, an assortment of meat, a soup pan and a vessel.

They don't even have a spoon. The staple food is meat. You think you're going to cut it up and eat it with a knife?

"What is this?"

The smart man of a bandit who saw the dish asks.

It's a bird pancake.

"That's a dish I've never seen before."

"It's popular in Wang Du."

"Hmm?"

This is a dish I ate before, made with reference to white onion pancakes.

Roll up whatever ingredients you like and eat.

The bandits don't try to move while staring at the food, so I picked the ingredients appropriately and rolled them up for them.

First of all, your head understands. The ingredients are cheese on neck meat (celery). Oyster (Ostra) sauce draped and rolled.

"Go ahead."

"Oh, oh."

If I had leafy vegetables or something, it would be shaky and delicious, but unfortunately all I had was potatoes. Well, instead of making it with ingredients in time, I think it's well done.

The bandit's head was frowning between his eyebrows, eating a mogi and a bird pancake.

"What do you say?

"... delicious"

Good. The taste seemed solid.

The dough is dusty. The meat of the snowbird (Ava) is tight and should taste good.

I haven't tasted it, so I imagine.

I'll make it for the other two.

"Yummy!"

"Such a decent meal, long time no see!

Your head went on to eat five, and admitted to me that you were a real noble lady.

Good...... no, not good at all, but this situation.

It's impossible to cook and prove you're an aristocrat. What makes me want to say that.

At the end of the meal, you think you're going to be detained again, and you leave me alone and the liquor starts serving.

There was more and more noise in front of me, but all of a sudden the bandits would fit perfectly and truly.

The moment I hold the sword I was putting on the floor, the door kicks in with Don.

"Oh...!

Before a late night visitor, my voice trembled.

Because a man with a scarier face than a bandit broke into the house.

Scary. Too scary.

"You guys, I won't forgive you!

"Yes, yes!!

"Why are you screaming!!

Return to me with that pointer.

If you look closely, the man on the strong side was a familiar face.

"Captain...!

"Put on some pot and stay still."

The bandits start staring at each other with that word as a signal. (of which, one is the captain)