One day after a few days of calming down the noise about Filomena and returning to the previous calm.
Sigel was rolling out to the city of Arksand with Marina and Laura.
The absence of Filomena on this occasion is due to the fact that she has been working with Sigel in school lately and has shunned.
Philomena isn't always with me at school either, but Marina and Laura were telling me that was it there.
Anyway, Sigel was just strolling around the city in a state of huawei on both hands.
It was Sigels walking through the city of Arksand in a dating mood, but it doesn't mean they're doing anything special.
Speaking of which, as much as entering a store in the city is making a lot of noise, it almost ended up in window shopping as well.
Basically, Marina and Laura don't have the vice of scattering and changing their moods.
After inquisitive taste, I am also determined to buy exactly what I think is necessary.
That's not why it's shorter when it comes to shopping time, but that's about as much as Sigel knew, so I dated him properly.
By the time lunch was well outside and the date was over, the Sigels entered the store where they were always purchasing ingredients.
So Sigel found something and inadvertently stopped.
"Oh. It was here, too."
"What is it? Fruit... not vegetables?
When she saw the reddening ingredient Sigel had taken in her hand, Laura tilted her neck small.
Laura was the first ingredient I saw.
Before Sigel answered Laura's question, a familiar stranger who happened to have no other guests and was free spoke to him.
"What. Was this your first time? It started spreading recently, and it's called tomatoes."
The name stayed exactly the same, Sigel said to you, smiling bitterly on the inside.
"I knew it was unusual."
"I guess I should say it was rare, rather than rare. These days, we can grow them around here, so in a few more years, they'll be relatively easy to get."
"I see. That's right. I appreciate that."
Sigel nodded in admiration for his answer.
And thanks to hearing that Sigel's answer, he looked like a fun look.
"Does that mean you can cook something new?
When shopping at this store, Siegel also teaches cooking methods when he finds rare ingredients, etc.
That seemed gratifying to me, and when I found something new, and so on, I put my exploration into it.
"That's right. You can tell me, but I knew you could give me an extra, right?
"Ha ha. Isn't that natural?"
To Sigel, who joked and told him, you nodded with a luxurious laugh.
You know how important the recipe is, so I don't think you can just tell me.
Sigel, by the way, knows from his experience with miso and soy sauce that new recipes for dishes are traded at high prices, but he doesn't dare to make expensive deals here.
The reason for this is simple, because the recipe you are teaching thanks to was only to the extent of an extension of a certain dish so far.
Furthermore, I believe that the general public should also know that whoever can pay for the ingredients should not occupy them, regardless of whether they are seasoned or otherwise.
I was hoping that it would produce more dishes.
So Sigel taught him how to make tomato sauce verbally and briefly.
It's only oral, so it's up to you to work out the details.
Because of this, it is Siegel's purpose to spread it to the customers of the store so that they can go further.
"- I wonder how to make basic soup. And then, I think we can arrange a lot of things if we devise something to put inside, or a drug flavor."
"Ho. I see. I only knew enough to eat it raw, so this will help."
After listening to Sigel, he nodded several times, looking impressed.
"Still, can I tell you a recipe that seems so important?
Exactly this time the recipe seemed to notice that it was different from what it had been before, making my face look sorry.
"I don't mind. If you can tell the customer as usual. As for myself, I'd be more and more used in the dining room, etc., and I'd be glad to have them come up with ideas for each one."
"Ha. Abnegation, as always."
"No, it wouldn't be abnegation in this case. Instead, I think it's filled with a desire to try it on various flavors."
"Ha ha. Or so it is."
To Siegel's answer, he snorted back several times, laughing.
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On the last way home from getting the tomatoes well, Laura was listening toward Sigel.
"I seem to have behaved a lot this time, but there's a good reason, isn't there?
Laura had sent her gaze several times as Sigel was teaching her how to make tomato sauce.
That's because I found out that the recipe Sigel was talking about was going to be quite useful, so I was really just checking to see if I could tell you at a close price.
Of course Siegel noticed it and was talking to you.
Sigel, again questioned in words, replied after several nods.
"Absolutely. I've taught them that much, though, because it's an arcsand."
"What do you mean?
"If it is another country, it is possible that kings and nobles will have a monopoly. Then I thought I should root them out with an arc sandwich without them."
He was Laura, who got a slightly contemplative look at Sigel's words, but eventually nodded convincingly.
Laura - rather than in this world, the idea underlies the idea that fashion is something that spreads from top to bottom.
That's why Laura couldn't understand what Siegel was saying for a moment.
But if I think about it, I can understand what Siegel is saying.
However, Laura, of course, Siegel does not deny the general idea of the current epidemic either.
Spreading the epidemic from the average person in the first place is something we can only do because things have gone far enough.
Even though the material itself is not capable of mass production, it could end up as a temporary fashion, even if it tries to spread the fashion across the board from the beginning.
It doesn't make sense if you don't have the skills and talent to root for something like cooking as part of your culture.
Sigel taught Tomato Sauce recipes to the store because of the particularities of the arcsand and the soil that the tomatoes themselves were spreading.
Because he understood it, Laura agreed with Siegel's words.
"I figured that out, but you still think it's a waste"
To Sigel, who let go of what could easily be made into a right, Laura said so from the point of view of the traders.
"I don't know how that feels... but it's not just tomato sauce that cooks with tomatoes."
"Really?
Sigel nodded back, "Well," to Laura, who had turned her gaze to expect it as she said so.
And at dinner that day, Sigel would make pizza and sift around, but Philomena would still make her eyes shine.