Rice for Enoch’s Second Expeditionary Unit

Park the sled and go outside holding the baby Bobcat.

Apparently Raindia lets him rest in a livestock hut next to a woodhouse. Mr. Zara releases Raindia from Soli and takes him to the livestock shed.

"Mel was inside the woodshed first,"

Copy that, sir.

The snow was completely blizzard. It is not so much snow that is descending, but small grains of ice. Every time I hit him in the face, he was screaming.

The wind is ringing a goose. I jumped into the woodshed on a small run.

Beyond the door was a large fireplace that warmed me up to see if I could still do this.

"There you are."

Coming out of the back was an old couple with gray hair.

"Oh, not my daughter around here."

"At this time of year, are you traveling?

"Oh, uh, yes"

I can't tell you how ashamed I am to say hello to Zara's family. Karp, I felt my face getting hot.

I hope not.

"Um, I went off with my mother, and I picked up a baby Bobcat. Can I have some milk, please?

"Oh, did you? That was tough."

"For a Bobcat child, Raindia's milk is good, but not this time of year."

Raindia's parenting season runs from spring to fall. Only in the meantime, it doesn't look like your milk.

"Then why don't we squeeze some long-haired cow (bose) milk instead"

Grandpa jumped out with a bucket of wood.

"Boosu?

"It's an improved breed around here, a cattle with long hairy feet."

"Really?"

It's livestock for dairy cows, so they get milk all year round.

My grandmother taught me about long-haired cows while recommending chairs.

With muffled hairs, the hairs I cut in the summer seem to make coats and knit carpets. Amazingly, it seems warm.

"Which one, Bobcat's baby?

"I gave you honey water earlier, so I'm calm now"

"Well, well, well."

When I opened the blanket just a little bit, the Bobcat baby slept perfectly stuck to the album.

That's not all, I'm shaving my album ears.

The album had an expression of nothingness.

"Oh, the Itachi child is like the mother of the Bobcat child."

"Itachi is a male..."

I was watching how my grandmother and Bobcat baby were doing, and Zara came in.

"Oh, you're the daughter of Mr. Art!

No, it's Zara at the end.

"Oh, oh! You did! Be splendid!

Apparently, the old couple here were the ones Zara and Zara's family were greeting.

Looks like it was a woodshed that opened a year ago, and Zara didn't even know you and your wife were doing it. He came.

"It's been a long time since I've been back."

"Yes."

"My sisters said they would never come back, so I was surprised."

Here, my grandmother hacks and looks at me.

"Oh, could you, of marriage, give me a report!?

"Yeah, well. I wish I could."

"Oh, oh!! Congratulations!!"

My face gets just as hot as mine because Zara is bright red and lit. I'm sure it's turning bright red.

Here, Grandpa's back.

"Look, I brought it!

"Thank you"

Grandma runs right over to Grandpa and teaches him about Zara.

"This is over. You're Art's son!

"Yes. Long time no see"

"This guy's got to be splendid - no, more than that, I'll have to get you some baby Bobcat milk!

"And then I will. I'm used to taking care of bobcats."

"Speaking of which, you were under contract. I'll take care of it."

"Yes."

Mr. Zara brought a pot and a bottle with sugar in the kitchen, then a sink.

"Boiling disinfection, is it?

"Yes."

It seems to heat long-haired cow's milk and add sugar to make them drink. That condition is similar to the composition of bobcat's milk.

"Mel, will you hold the bowl on the pan?

Copy that, sir.

Mr. Zara was wearing long-haired cow's milk and adding sugar to the salad. This is heated with a fireplace fire.

Because it is a good pot for thermal conduction, or it immediately began to boil with two.

While mixing, the milk becomes trout. It smelled sweet and tender.

You noticed the smell, and Bobcat's baby said, 'Miu, Miu!' and rang to demand milk.

"Wait a minute."

Mr. Zara poured the pot of milk into the cup and left, saying it would cool off outside.

Meanwhile, Bobcat's baby is furiously fumigating his album belly.

"Wu...... Sacchi Foods Beta Monoga, Mouth Kara, Out Texo '

That's just how pathetic I got, so the Bobcat baby was putting it on my lap and fumbling my stomach.

About three minutes later, I'll be back.

"Thanks for waiting!!

Mr. Zara dipped the chilled milk in his fingertips and held it to the mouth of a Bobcat baby.

Then, he's obsessed and drinking with the chirping noise.

I quickly drank it up and pounded it on my back and I was breathing 'Kefu'.

My stomach is pounding and swollen.

"Sounds fine."

"Yeah, good."

The Bobcat baby crisis seems to have taken off.

Zara and I, ho, bow our breasts down.