Our dinner, but of course the staples are bread.
Whether you have visitors or not, that doesn't change.
You will cook and eat the remaining bread.
Other juices such as soup or stew, meat or fish line the table.
Anne helped me this time, so it was a little different from my usual dinner.
"It's rich in salads and colorful, but was this made by Ann?
"Yes, would it suit Leon's mouth?"
I asked because there was a slightly different line of dishes than my mother's repertoire, but it still seemed to be made by Ann.
He was Anne, who says he doesn't seem confident, but he looks perfect.
If this tastes strange, the other way around, it's amazing.
"... yummy"
I tried a bite, but it tastes pretty good.
When it comes to cooking in the country of moves, it comes to mind what you do and what you put in your hands for, but this is likely to be liked and eaten by the common people in one way or another.
Did you practice for this day?
When she opened her mouth to ask about it, Ms. Ann hastily took over the words.
"So, my mother told me a lot about Leon's childhood."
".............................. whoa!
My mouth hardened. [M]
The subject is dangerous.
"Yeah, I know some of them, too, but what was the story?
Linda's eating up.
Linda is guilty of most of what I did when I was a kid.
Or Linda has suspicions of doing evil.
"Uh... right. I grew up with breast milk, but Leon drinks a lot, so I don't have enough milk to talk about it."
"Heh."
What the hell is that? I don't know.
"But I don't have any, so she boiled the water, cooled it down a little, and then put it in a cup and let it drink. But while I was drinking a little, I suddenly quacked open my eyes and said, 'This isn't it! He said he looked at her."
"Hahaha... looks like Leon"
………………
I don't know. That's right. I mean, mother. You saved that story when it was here. It's my first time, too. [M]
"Something else... when I started walking, I thought I followed your sister's trail."
"Hmm, so?
That's about as common a story as that, isn't it? That's not weird, is it?
"Your parents were busy, so I thought your sister would keep looking at you, and at some point I couldn't see Leon."
"Huh?"
"Your sister says she doesn't know, so I asked her where she had been so far, but the name I mentioned..."
Ann raised some of the names of the playgrounds that were in the neighborhood back then.
I remember. This story is about you.
"So what happened?
"When your parents followed the route your sister took the other way, they found Leon tangled in a net on the way out."
"What's that?"
"Uh, bird nets, I guess."
"That's right. Remember that?
"I remember now. My sister goes to the pants without looking behind her back, so I followed her desperately, but there was a netting of birds when I went through the fields out of the open. Don't know. I walked through it, and it got tangled up, and I was in the air for a while."
It was terrible then.
My sister's going unaware, and no one's going through. Darkness.
Until my parents got here, I waited all alone, tangled up in a potpound.
"Interesting."
Linda looked at her mother with intrigue.
This is a bad one.
"There's more."
I held my head in my mother's nymphomaniacal smile.
"What do you have?
"I don't have a child-loving customer..."
My mother looked away.
What is it? Somehow I remember.
"When that customer comes to buy bread, you always stroke Leon's head in the store. So Leon liked the customer..."
I remember.
This is no good either. Mother, let's not.
"One day, as usual, a customer bought bread and went home, but I couldn't see Leon. I don't know what's going on, but I can't find him at night."
Yeah. You've been let go since then. It's called total lethargism.
"What's going on?
"Well, I think I've been following the customer trail. They were coming from quite a distance."
I'm only selling Kuniku-style bread because it's about home.
I think I walked quite a bit then.
"So you're in that house?
"Yeah. But instead of going inside the house, they've been watching it outside the whole time. So the neighbor was more concerned, and I contacted the house and noticed that it was done. They brought me here in the middle of the night. Really, this girl..."
"Is that customer, possibly, a young woman?
Mr. Ann's eating up, too.
"Yeah, I guess that's what Leon likes."
"... come on"
I don't even remember your face anymore.
A man from the country of moves, he has already returned to the country.
Probably lived temporarily to get dragon prints.
Now I know.
That woman (one) always had sad eyes.
"You once taught me how to lie about Eina being careful because there's a bad guy in the Lords' Hall who sucks the blood of people at night."
Here too my father has joined the war. Please stop now.
"So what happened?
"You want to hear it?
"Yes!"
"I'm interested, too."
Are both Linda and Anne intrigued?
My strength and strength is the limit...