The kitchen was creating a soothing sight as heavy rain poured and thunder sounded.
"This Osama can do a lot."
"This Osama is pretty good."
The praiseworthy and illuminating chef makes fries and potatoes, and the fried ones are eaten amicably by Tama, Cro and Fine.
You were eating with a burger, and you can still eat it.
I've been thinking about it for a long time, but you guys are the kind of people who eat it.
And, Mr. Fine. Good luck mowing the grass.
When I said it was a typhoon-level storm, I didn't think it would be this soothing.
I would definitely join my crew if I were normal and skip with a proper healing to.
But I have an important mission today.
I'm sorry, but I'm gonna need everyone's help.
"Yes, gather around.
I'll make something delicious. Line it up. "
Dodo Dawn! and summons it loose as the thunder falls.
I appreciate everyone lining up with bisci.
The chef does not defy me, the master.
Tama-chan and Kuro do not defy each other because of the influence of the cutlet bowl.
Mr. Fine doesn't defy me because he wants something delicious.
Very good relationship.
Let's move quickly and make it in time for Mr. Lienbell to return.
"It's been a storm out there, so I'll make something called Croquet in a hurry.
You can eat it for a snack, you can match it with rice, you can pinch it in bread.
You'll start making it now because it's a legendary dish you have to eat when the storm comes.
First, Mr. Fine, have more potatoes and bread and buy some onions and cabbage there!
"Whoa, let me handle this!
In the midst of a torrential thunderstorm that thundered, he jumped out of the kitchen without reluctance.
That's the Knights Commander enough to stand up to the Dragon by himself.
A strong man who carries out his mission without fear of thunderstorms.
The reason I asked you to shop is simple.
Because I left most of the ingredients in the item box in the Beast Nation.
An unprecedented fries boom was upon us, and we've even left enough potatoes.
"Captain Pasili."
"I only do chores."
I'm sorry I used you, even though you're the strongest knight in the country.
I'm starting to lose my majesty, but I want you to forgive me.
It's pathetic to let you go shopping, and I don't want to go out on a weather day like this.
Well, I guess I'll even get the ground meat ready while Mr. Fine returns.
"You made me wait! There were a lot of stores that were closed due to the rain, and I went around three stores."
Morning, don't come home at a rate that defies the course of time.
Thanks so much for turning around 3 stores, though.
I also appreciate the area where you're wiping the house with a proper towel so the rain doesn't make it wet.
... I'm done with your role now, so please rest over there slowly.
If you need to shop again, please.
I will kick Mr. Fine out of the kitchen who got in the way and make it for four while teaching him quickly.
1. Boil and crush peeled potatoes
2. Cut into minced onions and saute
3. Combine ground beef, potatoes and onions and sprinkle with salt pepper to mix
4. Make a shape, add flour, eggs and bread flour, fry in 170 degrees oil and it's done
Just when the first croquette was done frying, Mr. Fine, who was concerned, came to see how it was going.
You went shopping in spite of the storm, so let's have a ready croquette before anyone else.
I'll put a fried porcupine croquette on a plate and softly offer it to you.
I'm looking at you jealously, but later.
I want to restore the majesty of Captain Pacilli to you at all.
Mr. Fine, who receives it, throws it into his mouth without putting his hair in between.
Sakubata
I miss you, how dare you defeat someone with good food.
Mr. Fine is too weak, but it's a pleasure to knock him out for a long time.
Looks like we've got a good croquet, and I'm relieved.
...... hmm? Isn't this going to lose its majesty?
"I fell down with a happy face."
"Slutty face."
I'm sorry, Mr. Fine.
I was supposed to regain my majesty, but I failed.
But I want you to feel safe.
Because it's like a reward to be looked down on properly.
Tama and Cro are cute, and they have great thighs and buttocks.
I'll hand you a croquette with a good look at the happy Mr. Fine's face.
It's a little chilled, so you'll be able to eat it just fine.
I received it and the chef looks at it with envy.
The chef should be weak, too. So no tasting.
If we don't finish it soon, Mr. Leanbell, the scarier monster than the storm, will come.
Croquet doesn't say zero calories, but it's decided to scatter them.
If I don't satisfy the food bin that fits infinitely, I'm afraid it's going to leave me like a tin.
Please, help me cook.
Because it's better to eat with everyone later.
Sending eye contact with a harsh gaze to the chef, Changar wore a croquette on.
"Crispy outside, hocky inside.
The sweetness of potatoes strikes at the two contrasting textures.
The more you chew, the sweeter it gets, the more magical it is. "
"It's sweet and soothing and perfumed with clothes.
This is the rumored tundra.
I have to forgive the fact that there are too many delta elements.
I want to go inside the croquette and take a nap. "
To eat happily, the chickens immediately ate Bakubaku.
I wouldn't have noticed that the chef was drinking solid-spit.
If it's possible, I want you to forget about Mr. Fallen.
After eating and demanding a taste again, "Mr. Cuttlebowl tells you to make it fast," he deludes by whispering the proper thing, hurrying to run the croquet manufacturing plant.
You guys have a habit of stuffing and eating until you're hungry.
Let's adjust the evening dinner so we can have it with everyone, shall we?
The chef who persisted in not being able to eat only one went on to make it until night.
Thanks to that, I managed to make a ton of croquettes.
When I give the chef a taste, he says, "Ha-ha-ha," and he falls, so he leaves it there.
By the way, I also made some sauced croquette bread with chopped cabbage and croquettes on the way.
Glad we're ready for a stormy night.
If Mr. Leanbell returns later......
That's how Mr. Lienbell says he's coming home in this storm!
Strong winds are starting to blow, and thunder is terrible.
While it gets worse and worse, I guess it's okay.
Maybe he's crying scared of lightning.
It could be lonely and trembling and waiting for me to come on my way.
At times like this, I guess it's a man's showcase.
Pick him up cool and use him as a shield from the rain to protect Mr. Lienbell.
Wait for me, Mr. Lienbell.
When the thunder strikes, I want you to not hesitate to cuddle your ribs enough to break.
Hurry up and jump out of the kitchen and run out to the front door.
"That, Tatsuya?
Where are you going with this thunderstorm?
It's not the other way around, Mr. Lienbell.
Now I'm desperate to show off my man and get hugged.
Go to the guild right away, take Mr. Lienbell... why are you back?
Looking in the direction in which his voice was heard, Mr. Leanbell stood after taking a bath.
I can't magically thirst my hair because I don't have a tin, and I look colorful wiping it with a towel.
I can't stop thinking about wanting to be caressed around in vain with that towel.
"When did you come back home?
"About an hour ago, I guess.
It's getting pretty bad, so Veronica sent me.
A house with a bath at a time like this is good because it doesn't catch a cold. "
You're handsome, Mr. Veronica.
Even though he was originally a brilliant adventurer and a manager at work, he wouldn't normally do that much.
I'm going to present 500 cookies at a later date to thank you for sending Mr. Lienbell safely.
Because I'm sure Mr. Marr and Mr. Acorn would have sent you too.
A woman's side is a friend of my heart.
"Right.
We're ready for dinner, so let's all eat. "
"Yeah, yeah, I was looking forward to it -
The chef's food is delicious, but something's a little different, isn't it?
It looks like we're making the same thing, but it's a little too deep... "
Mr. Lienbell can only make egg sandwiches, but he eats my dishes more than anyone else because of the big meal.
So I guess you'll notice something.
From what I can tell, the chef looks better at baking and subtracting.
Well, I guess the amount of spice called affection is different.
I keep wanting to be held and loved, and I'm always desperate to throw.
Also known as a spice called a pervert.