Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

Finally, I started cooking the eel. I am anxious because of my comic book knowledge, but I feel somewhat okay because the women who gathered me for cooking were people with piercing locks other than Ellen.

"You only punch a golden skewer in your head."

A woman with a piercing lock who grabbed the eel all the time slams a gold skewer on a batambattan and a rambling eel, slamming the guts and the gold skewer with a golden hammer. I don't know why, I'm supposed to be comfortable, but I'm not too hesitant, I'm scared.

"Cah."

"Oh, Ellen, I'll do it"

... the only female frame with no piercing locks snuggled with Mr. Jude. This one's usually supposed to be frustrating over here, but I can stay kind because I've worked to the limit the last two nights or so. I knew humans couldn't afford it when it was accumulating.

"Ugh, it's harder than I thought. It's not like opening a regular fish. So, next thing you know, you're gonna cut off this middle bone, right?

Whoa, not if you're looking at a naughty couple. The other women have already opened the eel and removed the liver. The liver just wants to suck, but let's burn the liver this time.

And you said it was hard, but it's pretty clean. I know it's crude from a real person, but it's superior from an amateur perspective. The women cut Dan off his head all the time and cleverly cut off his middle bone.

"Heh, this is the eel. I don't know how it tastes, but this way it looks delicious."

One of the women will be happy to say something. That's right. You can't taste the mystery of an eel without plucking it out of the mud and cooking the eel in pieces and circles!

Gently wash the judged body with water to remove blood, dirt, and numeries, and place cuts in the skin. Next time we finally have skewers... they say three years of skewers, eight years of ripping, and a lifetime of baking, because you're an amateur at the point of ripping. I can't spend three years on a skewer. Let's strive for seventy even if we can't get a hundred out of it.

I think the women did well based on my wandering comic book knowledge. I had a lot of questions and questions. From my eyes, the fine leek-baked, liver-roasted and bone-seared sea urchins were completed.

Maybe I can teach you how to steam it if you have the next chance. Well, I don't know about steaming or subtracting, and I'll have Ruby and the others study it before I do. It's a real meal for now.

This time, I was able to use only the eight most muddy ones, so the amount is small, but I was able to cut them apart except for the liver and divide them into everyone here for once. I want my kids to taste this delicious and try their best to fish eels.

"Well, shall we try it"

Everyone's intrigued and watching the eel, so let's just taste it. To the words I utter, everyone simultaneously pokes a fork into a eel and carries it to his mouth.... I know it's normal overseas, but it's a little uncomfortable as a Japanese to have a fork for baking onions. Well, I don't think I can even read the air using just one chopstick, so let's be patient this time.

Bring the white-baked eel just gently shaken with salt to your mouth.... I feel fluffy, resilient and light, but elegant fat spreads through my mouth. The bags are delicious, but the white ones are delicious, too.

Just wasn't mud draining enough, it stinks a little muddy. It's a shame because it gets on my nose especially when it's baked white. If it was a baking, did you also delude the muddy smell?

But not as much as you can't eat. I want wasabi soy sauce, but I just can't use precious soy sauce here. Wasabi should talk to Dory when he returns to paradise. When I look up, they're all quiet. Didn't it fit your mouth?

"Erm, maybe a little overcooked, and the eel will taste better if you get used to mud removal and cooking! This is not what the onion potential is!

I rush to excuse myself as a walnut. I at Comic Book Knowledge, Sugee, unfortunately, seem to have failed. Hey, no, I'm pretty shocked.

"What are you panicking about? It's not like I'm not keeping my mouth shut. I'm surprised the onions are delicious."

The woman with the most penetration looked at me panicking and explained it to me.... ho ho, this pattern is so delicious, no words! That's the kind of reaction you had. I was in a hurry because it was my first experience myself, but it was a common reaction in cooking comics.

"Parenthood. I do have a habit, but like this guy said, if this eel could eat better, it would be business. But if you take the story the wrong way, there will be regulations for eel fishing."

An aunt with piercing locks told her parents about the business. Is that it? It's not delicious and speechless, we're talking business? Oh, the other women and men say it was surprisingly delicious and surprising. Instead of being delicious and speechless, it seemed surprising that the eel was surprisingly delicious. Damn.

Is this situation a success as a knowledge cheat? The eel has been admitted, but it's not the kind of reaction that I wanted... shall I leave it as a draw?

Compared to the adults, the children who have caught the eel are delighted to eat it. I feel like giving you a penny later.

"Sure. If you can still eat enough, but it's going to taste better than this, if we can monopolize the eel, it's in the interest of the slums. Until now, sea urchin fishing was a slam right as a custom, but I just want to be clear and cultured."

Mr. Blast, who should have been a brain muscle, says something about clear culture. Is a eel smart enough for you? Well, no, let's just pinch your mouth a little bit.

"Mr. Blast. I don't mind securing my rights in a slum. Don't take the eel away from the kids because it's going to be profitable."

I don't sleep well when that happens.

"Hmm? Yeah, that's no problem. If the eel is going to be gold, I can buy the eel from the kids for a good price. You can hire women to process eels, or at least not worse than you are now."

The kids are happy to hear about the eel buyout. They are happy to save time selling and increase the price.

"Then the liver and bone shears over here will be money, too. It can be a pinch of alcohol, and it will cheer you up. I'm sorry to bother you, but eating eel and eel liver builds strength, and some of your lower body feels better."

I've heard that actual eels don't seem to have an energizer effect, but I'm sure it will energize your body with full nutrition. If it's going to get better, the lower part should get better, so let's just say it's not wrong in big brackets.

"What part of the lower body... is that true?

Mr. Blast asks with a serious face. It's just flesh, but maybe he's losing his energy because he's a good old man.

"There's a personal difference, but at least your body will be fine"

He said it was personal. Whoa, a bunch of women with piercing locks made a scene about feeding their husbands.... Sir, I'm sorry about something.

... In the meantime, I decided not to listen to the women and make sure it tastes like liver roasting and bone shears. Is the liver not muddy enough, it smelled better than I ate in Japan, but it is quite popular with the adults, and the bone shears are very popular with the children as well.

"Was it bone shears? I thought it would be tough in the slums because I use a lot of oil, but this flavor is going to be commerce. Do you want to serve it in a drinker where your parents are partitioned?

"Oh, that's not bad. Perfect for both liver and booze knobs. The eel alone is repelled, but the men will return the applause just because it works on the lower body. Definitely become a business. Jude, talk to the fisheries union. Get ready downstairs."

"Yeah, there are a lot of stories. Let's make sure we get through this."

... enthusiasm to worry about catching eels. Well, that's the big lake, and a eel should have climbed out of the ocean. Even if a eel fever happens in the kingdom of Beryl, there will be no catching of juveniles in the sea in this world, and it will be fine.

It took a bit of a different shape than the knowledge cheats I thought, but the tasting was done safely. At this rate, give me a slam and you'll be able to sell me an eel. There was a lot harder than I expected to get caught up in a fight, but ultimately I could accomplish my purpose. Let's be satisfied.

"Then I'll be excused for this, won't I? I'll be buying another eel, thank you."

Mr. Jude approached me swiftly.

(Doctor, the next time you're here, it's a message from my parents that I'd love to welcome you)

It's a hassle, but if I'm in a position to be a parent, I don't know what it would taste like to thank you.... but it's troublesome.

(Doctor, there is an interesting store with all the beautiful places in the store where the parents are divided)

You perceived I wasn't on board, and Mr. Jude makes a happy suggestion. If that's the case, don't talk about it differently. I have never been entertained or anything like that. Hey...... no, I'm very interested.

(Next time please)

(Ok)

The suspicious talk with Mr. Jude is over, and I also thank the blasts and the women who cooked the eels and the children who caught the eels and go home... barrels of eels, how do I carry them? It won't fit in a magic bag. You want me to call Silfi here? Walking around the King's Capital with a barrel in mind. We have to return the bills and entrance cards at the gate...

"Oh, Mr. Jude, I'd like to carry an eel, could you lend me your luggage?

"Okay. I'll get you ready in a minute."

"Well, let's go!

Why is the liaison guy so proud to pull the van?

"No, it would be enough if you could just lend me your luggage..."

"It's okay. Leave it to me."

... saves you the hassle of returning your luggage, okay? I'll take the trouble, but let's ask for it.

"I'd like to ask you to go outside the castle gate, okay?

"I can afford it!

Leaving King's Capital while talking to the liaison man. The eel was delicious. Wow, I think I had more respect than when I treated him, but the conversation played out pretty good. The problem is after you exit the gate and unload the barrel in an unpopular place.

I'll drop you off, a man who can hardly make it home for himself. They pick me up eventually. Said the right thing and drove him back that he couldn't know who he was. The next time I went to the slam, weird rumors spread and I hate it.

... No, strange rumors were already spreading. Well, let's think about the next time we go. I want to see everyone in paradise as soon as possible, and summon Silfi to go home.