The next morning, for the first time in a long time, I started making bread with my father.
Until I went to college, it was work we did together every day.
I had a blank for a year, but breathing perfectly with my father.
Use a narrow workbench efficiently for both of us.
I'm starting to see the experience of working in a bakery in Wang Du and Kunikuo and what my father wants to do next.
This would be one of the things I've grown up to with experience.
It may still make sense to train outside a certain period of time.
"I went to the museum last night, but nothing came up."
We talked about people and dogs guarding the hall.
"Using a dog inside is a real mark. Maybe there's something that's not convenient when you're actually seen. You can bring it up if you're ready to fight, but don't do that without Her Majesty's permission."
"I know."
The negotiator is the official guest of the lord. I can't do more than do a background check.
If you kill heavy towns in other countries or steal legitimate documents even though there are no directives, this one will be the bad guy.
It also develops into a diplomatic issue, and nothing good.
We cannot move on our own because we are Her Majesty's Shadow.
Sneaking in and sneaking back is the limit.
Finish the planting, I'm in the bread molding.
I'm going to put a fire in Kamado. [M]
Even "Fluffy Blower" in Wangdu has recently been entrusted with the turn of the kiln.
Before placing the bread, it is necessary to be accustomed to the task of keeping the kiln at a constant temperature and the temperature control to avoid burning the bread during baking.
At first I was surprised, but now I can see the approximate temperature just by putting my hands in the kiln.
You're running out of firewood.
I used to manage it, but now it's my father's job.
I bring the dry firewood from the shed and break it to the right size with an axe.
Katoon, Katoon and a creepy sound echo in my ear, I hear voices at the store.
When I thought it was too early to open the store, someone I knew came around the back.
"Leon, you promised me you'd come home for the holidays!
It was my sister.
"Sister, welcome back."
"I just... I didn't go to King's Capital. I don't even see your face."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I'm busier than I thought."
Long breaks went to the country of sports, otherwise given the dates of the carriages back and forth, I couldn't go back.
At the Dragon Pickup Ceremony, my sister came in time for the day, so she hasn't seen me.
It's been almost a year since I've seen your sister's face.
"And I caught a black, fat dragon. It's hard to keep him, isn't it?
"I didn't catch you!
I'm not a bug, so I don't want you to tell me like I've found you in that area.
I don't know you can't keep them anymore.
"Because it's not a dog! Because I'm properly responsible and I can't throw it away somewhere!
Can a dragon exist in the wild? Don't think I can't.
She was my sister who came as if she were a typhoon, but she was worried about me a lot.
"So, where's your wife?"
"My daughter-in-law... I'm preparing breakfast with my mother right now"
"Yes.... well, I'll say hello"
That's what I left out, and my sister's gone.
Somehow, it used to be more like this... wasn't it quiet?
You were a billboard girl here, weren't you?
The guys in the neighborhood were here to see my sister, to buy it.
You've changed since you got married.
My brother-in-law often vacates the house because of his (right foot) job, which may have made him naturally difficult.
For this minute, I can easily imagine my brother-in-law laying on his ass.
I was called to breakfast when the store was ready to open.
My mother will open the shop while my father and I eat.
From there until the peak of the morning, my mother stands alone in the store, but what happens today?
"So, I said. Stop being a bakery or something. Then Leon turns his face bright red..."
My black history was once again detailed at the breakfast table. [M]
I understood that women love to talk and listen to people, regardless of their status.
Because it doesn't pinch your mouth.
Sometimes when you can't stop talking, you go in the wrong direction.
I just decided to have a quiet breakfast and wait for the storm to pass.
My sister told me that Nate's town won't set up a factory.
"We originally forcibly developed a small town, and there's no place like that."
They can't be built in inconvenient places, such as on slopes and cliffs, so I guess they really don't have a place, as my sister said.
"What, is that story spreading to the King's Capital? Seems like some residents of the town of Villar Inn and the town of Barodolist are happy, but some are afraid of change. I'm worried about what happens to people who come to buy it."
If cheap products come out, existing ones will be driven away, some will make money from the influx of people, others will lose their jobs.
The two towns seem to have moved on without adequate resident understanding, and a few people seem to be anxious.
"What do you think of my sister?
"A massive factory plan?
"Yes. Agreed? Or disagree?"
"I don't know if I disagree with you."
"Why?"
"The town has been moistened, and the grocery store knows how effective it is. Worse security than that."
Large numbers of workers come from other countries.
They are not the people of the dragon kingdom, so they have no attachment or brother-in-law.
If you do whatever you want and it's not convenient, you can go back to your country.
It is also conceivable that the wicked will come in anticipation of it.
One security system is now sized to look at the current situation.
If there are many crimes and a lot of rubbing, it becomes saturated.
I mean, you're slowly losing your sight.
If small crimes are missed and security deteriorates, worse people will come in.
It is also conceivable that there will be madness somewhere in the operation of the town that was working because of it.
Apparently my sister felt that intuitively.
"If it's such a good story in the first place, you just have to do it in your own country"
You're absolutely right.
I don't need to bother throwing a lot of money to make it in another country.
Tasty stories have their backs.
Breakfast is over and it will be cleaned up.
Apparently, my mother and Linda made it in the morning.
Ann made dinner yesterday, so I guess it's a rotation.
The cleanup was to be done by Ann and her sister.
My mother is not here because it is the store number.
"I'll be in the shop for the afternoon."
"Baking is fine, take your daughter-in-law somewhere."
Daughter...... I'm not wrong, but it's a very uncomfortable way of saying it.
"Because I just came to say hello to Leon's house today. And I'd like to talk to your sister."
"Wow, this girl, she's cute.... Can I have it and go home?
"No"
"That's funny...... I can't believe such a cute daughter-in-law would come to a kid who was desperately blowing his hoo-hoo to dry his pee sheets"
Subtle, exposed black history again.
Is this a solemn object?
When I was here any longer, there was going to be further exposure, so I headed back to do the planting.