Survive different worlds with the all-purpose skill 'Condiment Creation'! [Web version]

"What?! This dynamic body is!

"Just put on an armor called clothes and the oak flesh will jump."

Slime's restraint was removed. The gangsters knocked down the Lizardman at a terrible speed.

Since I was crusading without having to eat the dishes, I was in an unrivalled state because of the cooking effect.

I want to be hungry, and I think some of them were doing it with full power.

Thanks to you, Lizardman is too scared to come near us.

"Sauce!"

"I'm ketchup"

The two people who want to let the senior wind blow must have dared to ask for a different kind of seasoning.

Without looking at the tonkatsu, I sauce and ketchup as I stare at the chans on.

It would be nice to apply the right amount without spilling it.

"Niya, you're putting something different on both of us?!

"Isn't Sauce the Great Demon King the only one?

Even a witch named Ketchup exists?

Without looking at the tonkatsu we have at hand, Chan is watching over the two of us.

The two people who are used to eating have no hesitation whatsoever, putting the tonkatsu into their mouths in a crisp manner to show off, and stirring the rice.

I saw that. The chickens are cooking dinner with air to manipulate the two.

Good, I don't have to give you two dinner.

I almost ate just rice without eating again.

"You can eat both of them.

But have dinner with me. "

When I gave the two of them dinner, they received it thankfully.

Tama manages Mr. Syrup for the sauce, and Cro manages the tin for the ketchup.

And I watched a ton of cutlets and cooked the rice.

I want to tell you to eat with the freaks!

"" Replacement!

I'll set aside the rice and give it to you, "Have it with a ton of cutlets".

"Shit, I got trapped."

"It was a clever trap."

No, I gave it to you later so you wouldn't bother eating dinner.

No one's setting a trap, and there's no trap anywhere.

Tin and Mr. Syrup continue to blow senior-style even in the gaps where the two are doing stupid things.

"Nha?! Why are you matching ketchup with sauce?!

That's what I said. I ate my first ton of cutlets, and my balls looked happy with "Nyaha-".

"Yes, if you mix the demon king and the witch, there will be a terrible war."

Likewise, I put a ton of cutlets in my mouth, "Nyahu" and a full grin spill Cro.

Tin and Mr. Syrup laugh with their noses "phew," and start eating tonkatsu with cabbage.

Tins have been leaving cabbage to replace tonkatsu lately, so I need to take a closer look.

Tin, who noticed my harsh gaze, hurried and processed only the cabbage first.

Mr. Syrup eats it like it or not, so you can leave it alone, though.

For quick manners, the chickens enjoyed the sauce and ketchup over a ton of cutlets and said, "Heh heh!" or "Nyaruru" all over the place.

It looks delicious. I'm glad you ate rice and cabbage.

It's a cave, so when you guys scream, it resonates a lot, but no demons come near you.

I wonder how much Lizardman feared me.

Tin and Mr. Syrup, watching over the Channi and the others happily, laughed with their noses, "Phew," naturally.

They may be remembering what they once surprised them and feeling nostalgic.

"" Miso ""

Your hands start to tremble at the words.

"Nha, ha..."

"You mean a new assassin will show up?!

"Don't lick the Emperor"

"Because he's an emperor."

When I offered him a soothing miso without saying anything, Tin and Mr. Syrup put a soothing miso on him and glanced at him gleefully and hit him in the tonkatsu.

Because we both like food with a strong flavour.

If it looks delicious to me, I want more and more senior breezes.

Maybe because the two of them should have woken up to the joy of bragging about cooking.

Susceptible to influence. Honestly, the channies hurried to put miso on it, glancing at it and hitting the tonkatsu.

I don't think you have to manipulate the weird part.

"I guess that means nymph.

Could such revolutionary cuisine have been born in this world? "

"No, you can't.

He came with the demon king and witch, and the charisma attacked him at the end.

I hope you don't revolutionize your mouth again and again a day. "

You deny it in a good way.

I get it. I get it. Mr. Tin and Syrup snort.

That's where I show up refreshed and want to make my senior breeze blow even more.

Remove the 'bowl of cutlets' made of cosoli and whisper them in silence and luxury.

Everyone's mentals are on the verge of collapsing to look different from the crisp fried food again.

Four people with a surprising look like they're looking at an incredible object hold their heads in looking at a bowl of cutlets.

What is this, seniors? It feels great to breeze.

Look at me eating more cutlet bowls.

"Eat, wait. I don't know that."

Unexpectedly the tin became a word.

"If I do a bowl of parents and children with a ton of cutlets, I think it's a felony."

Mr. Syrup has certified me as a sinner.

"I've lost something I can believe."

"Last Supper...... Kanya"

Why are you desperate?

"I just turned it into a bowl of cutlets, but if you want to eat it, I'll give it to you, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I nodded fast at the momentum my neck was about to give, so I also took out a bowl of four cutlets for you.

I didn't expect this to happen, so I'm not going to fail to get ready.

It's always a tin to take it and start eating it.

"It's killing the crispness of a ton of cutlets, no... I'm making use of it!

The exquisite flavoring of soy sauce and mirin was stained by sacrificing the texture of the crisp clothes.

The presence of guttural meat is a sweeping word after the fuzzy and sloppy clothing the moment I put it in my mouth.

If you think the spicy pepper you were putting on the bottom flavor gave you a face, the gentleness of the egg that wraps you up so gently.

Rice sets up a combination move so as not to disturb there.

What the hell is this new frontier? "

Was it such a shock that the tin would be horribly rapped?

I had eaten a bowl of parents' and children's bowls, so I thought I would do it anyway.

"I made it into a bowl of cutlets - it increased the impact and danger of appearance, didn't it?

Tonkatsu is happily drowning in the sea of eggs.

The fact that the white body is shining with pulls - and it looks delicious again - is indescribable.

I think I'm telling you to eat fast. "

Everyone will love the look of fried food and bowls.

Mostly when I close it with an egg, it looks delicious.

Eat with a calm look, without rumbling once in your mouth.

Accepting as undisturbed as ever would be a sign of growth.

... I'm talking about what kind of growth.

On the other hand, what about the chickens?

The first tonkatsu I eat is an on-parade with weird flavors.

I can't help but weep.

"I'm dying to make a confession.

If I feed the guy who did something wrong a bowl of cutlets, he'll confess in one shot. "

A bowl of cutlets is a must for detectives to investigate.

If you run a tonkatsu shop around the police station, you're sure to thrive.

"When this battle is over, I want to open a cutlet bowl shop.

There's a cutlet bowl shop in the world, so there's been a fight. "

What flag do you want?

Isn't that the one with the dying pattern of "Let's get married when the battle is over"?

Flag it at the cutlet bowl store and I don't know if it will be validated.

Apparently in the tin the bowl of cutlets was a shocking dish, and I took the paper and pen out of my magic bag after I finished eating.

Peeping at what I was doing, I was writing a discussion of a bowl of cutlets, along with my thoughts I had just said.

The page on the other side already reads Hamburger's paintings, considerations, and thoughts.

I didn't think Tin's passion for cooking had been amazing so far.

I thought it was strange from around the spectrum of soy sauce.

What the hell is that, "Count Hamburger, a hero sandwiched in bread"?

How did you always feel about eating burgers?

People's diaries (?) don't think you should look at it and stop looking at it any further.

Cro trying to start a cutlet bowl shop.

Tin specializing in eating and doing culinary research.

When this battle is over, let's try cooking with the two of us, apart from whether we can or can't make it.

Oh, that's not a death flag!