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

- Cro point of view -

Finally, I got a chance to make a bowl of souvenir cutlets.

A legendary dish where a bowl of cutlets, an absolute god, gives some of his power.

Konya, great day is the first time I've been born.

The Cuttlebowl, the final form derived from the tongkatsu of the phantom, has become a nasty shock before, leading the beasts to awakening.

My parents say it's the power of unique skills, but I'm lying like I'm obsessed with a bowl of cutlets.

There should be unique skills that affect others.

I'm sure the beliefs that have gone too far will blunt your judgment, and it's a setup that you've thought about deluding.

You're still young, but you have a good parentage.

He was chosen as a bowl of cutlets and a missionary.

Senior Tin told me all kinds of things about the evidence.

A bowl of cutlets was a great thing worthy of God's name.

Once upon a time in Tai Ancient times, a bowl of cutlets was born in a time when the earth was covered in ice, called the Ice Age.

The bowl of cutlets beat the earth of ice with a bread, crushed to the size of a rice grain, and saved the earth from ice.

That's how rice was born.

It was 2,000 years ago that a demon named Oak was born on the liberated earth and planned to destroy the world.

They told me it was the elves, but I didn't think it was the orcs.

The refreshing bowl of cutlets has destroyed the oak and protected the world, and it is an absolute god who brings in victory.

And the dish we developed for peace is a bowl of cutlets.

The bowl of cutlets squeezed all the power and taught the elves the recipe for the bowl of cutlets.

But many people who mistakenly thought it was because of the elves have become hostile to the elves.

The Nemesian Empire has driven the Elves to ruin.

As it is, there is no face to match the bowl of cutlets.

Time flies, and now that Mr. Cuttlebowl has regained his power, he has sent a missionary named Parenthood.

The Fennel Kingdom is the brotherhood of the Cutlet Bowl, and the Hot Dogs are descending.

But you think it was with the help of the hot dogs that you prevented the stampede of absolute desperation?

Soldiers from all over the country say, "Dear Hot Dog! He was brave enough to shout and fight.

Currently, hot dogs are sold as specialties in the Fennel Kingdom and are considered a national religion.

I was surprised when I heard the announcement of the bowl of cutlets from my parents who told me about the dishes of the gods.

Nha, Nha and Kuro have also been chosen as messengers!

Would you be happy with Konya? No, no, no.

When the battle is over, we'll open a bowl of cutlets to make sure the battle never happens again.

The side menu is made up of potato salad.

Nha?! If I had overflowed with thoughts about Mr. Cuttlebowl, my parents would have started making it.

I almost missed the important process of making it.

I'm going to take a good note and inherit it it from generation to generation.

I first took out a chunk of oak meat and started cutting it to the right size.

I'd love to have thicker meat.

"Question nya, can't we make a ton of cutlets for each chunk of meat more lavishly?

"If you make it too big, the meat won't get through the fire.

The frying time will be wasted longer.

If it's going to be good, it's probably the biggest one. "

Nha, Nha!?

It was a calculated thickness.

I almost broke Tonkatsu's beauty with his shallow desire.

Taking notes on the sassy notes, Tin Senior, a great parent and traveling culinary researcher, taught me to whisper.

"That size is the golden ratio of the cutlet bowl.

Not too thin, not too thick "

Oh, Golden Binya?!

What a lovely sound.

The bowl of cutlets is allowed to be arranged and must be the perfect dish to be calculated.

If I was concerned about the thickness of the meat, my parents would start cutting it into the meat somehow.

I know the salt and pepper that is sprinkled with paralysis because I have eaten it.

"Question Nha, why are you putting in a gap?

"If you don't cut the suji, it's hard to eat."

What the hell is going on?

Are you breaking the hard part because you make it to match the chin of the people?

The Beast Clan is such a mess.

But it wasn't far from what Crowe thought.

Senior Tin knows everything.

"Master Tongkatsu has dared to be cut off.

By engraving the pain, you are freeing up the hatred of this world.

The negative spiral of vengeance is suffering only known to those who know pain.

It is an important process that dares to inflict pain on you in order to preserve peace "

In areas of conflict where demons have been heavily fought, they are possessed of revenge from the grief of losing their families and friends.

The same Nemesian Empire who mistakenly blamed the Elves for their annihilation.

If the Nemesian Empire had eaten a bowl of cutlets, history would have changed.

I didn't think there was such a profound sense in this process that my parents casually did.

I'm sure there's something to mourn about being silent.

It's an apparition for the kindness that faithfully reproduces the will of a bowl of cutlets.

When I thought I was ready under the meat, I prepared the flour, melted eggs and bread flour separately.

"I'll put meat on it in order.

I wish we could all be like flow work around here. "

I thought it would be easier if I mixed it all up all at once... Senior Tin told me in a whisper.

"Master Tongkatsu wraps pure white flour around him to make a change of color.

It might just look stylish at first glance. "

"Nyana? No way. Not on hobby issues?

Senior Tin nods slowly.

"By letting the flour smoke the eggs, we try to wrap ourselves in bread flour, which is our strongest armor.

If it is not done in order, it is inhibited by an armor called bread flour and cannot be worn.

It looks like a troublesome process and makes sense one at a time "

Only senior Tin keeps following his parents, and he has great analytical skills.

I guess the answer I derived from the research notes you showed me a little earlier.

He wrote three books early just for a bowl of cutlets.

Even a great being called Tonkatsu is a protective gear called bread flour that can be worn without qualification.

If you ask me, it won't be easy to wrap your clothes around.

The first force that sucks the sauce into its own power.

A second force with a crisp texture.

A third force that changes into funya by staining the sauce in the bowl of cutlets.

We need to use the power of three forces.

Bringing out the potential of a bowl of cutlets is the role of the maker.

When I was watching my parents, they said something interesting.

"If you do it many times on your own, you'll have flour stuck to your hands.

I guess I should share and make it because I'm so sick and null when I wash my hands. "

Turning to Ba and Senior Tin, he nodded slowly.

I'm sure this word could have tipped you off and led you to the answer of wearing bread flour.

It's the frying process that closes the end of the tonkatsu.

My parents put chopsticks in and out of oil many times before adding a ton of cutlets.

Eat the chopsticks, but be weird... No, this is something.

There has never been a single wasted process.

Senior, what are you doing?

"I'm having a conversation with oil.

If you want to know more, you should ask.

Because I can't speak up while I'm frying a ton of cutlets "

It's beyond the realm of people to have a conversation with oil!

I'm sure you can do that.

"Parenthood, what are you doing?

"When the oil temperatures get higher, when I put the chopsticks in, the bubbles come out.

The tongue cutlets are fried at a temperature of 170-180 degrees.

Shwashwa is a good way to wait until the bubbles come out.

You look just as good as this. "

When I peeked into the frying pan, the foam really came out of the chopsticks.

Using a medium called chopsticks, I'm going to ask Mr. Oil.

As the parent gently sank a ton of cutlets in the oil, a light melody echoed with juwa ~ ~.

I know what Mr. Tin meant.

Who can interrupt the sacred ritual of becoming a tonkatsu? No, I can't.

I accidentally close my eyes and hear the sound of a ton of cutlets being fried, no, God singing.

My parents put new oak meat in the oil due to time difference, and it sounded like a new juwa ~ ~.

I wish I'd put two from the start, but I decided to put them in time difference?

I'm curious, but I can't interfere with God's singing.

Parenthood was turned upside down with a familiar hand, without losing heart to God's singing, creating two stunning tonkatsu.

The tonkatsu removed from the oil makes the golden armor sparkle as the oil sweats and shows off its powerful gear.

"Parenthood, did you put meat in the oil with a time difference?

"It's because the temperature drops when you put it in one degree.

At low temperatures, it turns into a vegetable with oil. "

Senior Tin took out his notebook and noted it before Clo did.

Apparently, he didn't know.

When I peeked softly, the discussion part was obliquely erased.

"Master Tonkatsu doesn't like to be hammered. The type who wants to sing in circles'

I thought it was something similar, so I felt close to my senior.

When you cut a ton of cutlets into large bites, the ritual will finally evolve into a bowl of cutlets.

I haven't eaten it yet, but Maple has a faint consciousness.

I'd like to have a ketchup of the tonkatsu that you can make.

But it's an important time to evolve into God.

I'll slap Senior Tin's hand on the pinch and see how to make a parent.

My parents sank a ton of cutlets in a bath of condiments called magical liquids.

Hide your surprise in the super-easy way of just pouring molten eggs in there.

But the great snowfall of rice was just the bowl of cutlets itself.

The hot air emits an overwhelming aura that can be made.

She said she didn't miss out on some of them all the time, but she wonders why she understands them.

I've eaten oak meat many times before.

But oak meat dishes made by parents exist on different levels.

This is God's power to cook.

"You haven't eaten Maple yet, have you?

It's weird that you don't know what it tastes like to make, so try it. "

As long as I envy being able to eat a bowl of cutlets that I can make.

"One, one, one, one! Here you go!

One, one, one, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one,

Maple always feels like this, and she has a way of doing it.

I think we should taste it more carefully.

My balls and tin seniors are close to Maple, trying to get just the smell of a bowl of cutlets.

But Clos is different.

I will make sure you succeed in your role as an appointed messenger from the Cuttlebowl.

"Parents, I want to train a bowl of cutlets soon."