Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

"Transfer!"

Curran! Callan! Karan!

The next room makes a sound that a wooden dish would have fallen to the ground.

Is my transferred dish in the air or hit something? Perhaps the former sensuously.

"Oh, it's very difficult."

Two months from the date of first transfer.

I tried out the transition under various conditions and found the effect.

First of all, the biggest question of metastasis is when there is another object at the place where metastasis occurs.

For example, when I try to transfer to my room, I always imagine the location and transfer. However, if someone or a thing is placed at the place where the transfer was attempted, it can be transferred, but it will automatically be transferred to a place where it does not collide.

In other words, if you make a mistake in the transfer, you won't dig into the wall.

I was able to do my own transfer with peace of mind.

And next, the transfer cannot be transferred unless I touch it.

It was troublesome to pick up the object that was transferred a few meters away, so I thought it would not be possible to attract it, but it was impossible.

After that, it is not possible to transfer only half of the objects to be transferred.

It is not possible to transfer only half of this dish.

Does that mean that transfer magic does not destroy or overwrite objects? Although it is safe to do so.

After that, as expected, humans consume more magical power, and the longer the distance, the more they consume.

I want to try it, but can other people transfer without permission ……

Gacha!

"Wow!"

"Hey Al! It's hot, so get out of the ice!"

"A little Elinora, knock me. I'm surprised."

"It's not good."

"Please do it next time."

Elinora unnie, who makes a whine voice. Do you never knock the next? I wonder if I can trap it.

"Let's get the ice out."

Yeah, set it up.

The next time you enter, pawn from overhead with transfer magic. It's nice to move the shelf in front of the door.

"It hurts! Why do you hit me?"

"Because I was thinking about something stupid."

"What's that? Unreasonable! I'm a 3-year-old cute little brother?"

I can't even imagine in front of Elinora unnie ...

"Where did the unreasonable word come from?"

"It's a book."

If you say something like this, you can usually do something.

"Okay, get out early"

My sister has a rough brother. Elinora unnie puts out a plate just to get it out soon.

"Yes, ice cubes"

By the way, ice magic is classified as a higher-level magic of water magic. Cold air instead of cooler is essential in summer. I practiced desperately.

"No!"

"Huh? Isn't this? Is it ice?"

"The guy Al was eating during this time, he's fluffy and sharp!"

"Hmm? Shaved ice?"

"Yes! That!"

Nope, why do you know each other even if you don't know the name?

"Okay, though."

Let's say a cute little brother works hard for Elinora unnie.

Put the plate with the ice cubes on the edges and take the two plates you used to practice the transfer.

The other one is for Sylvio.

I use ice magic to pile up shaved ice on the plate and on the plate.

"Wow, fine. Al is dexterous."

Erinora-nee-chan is staring at the appearance of the layered and fine ice.

"Well."

I get a little shy when I receive such innocent praise. Although it is usually rough.

By the way, there is no need to cast this much magic. I can omit it from the beginning so I don't sing too much, but if I use magic, I can win so much.

The appearance of the white silver grains swelling over the plate is reminiscent of rice, a Japanese staple food.

Breakfast, bread, soups, pastas and other things are getting tired of staple food.

I'm definitely American There is no power in bread.

"Yes, shaved ice. A spoon?"

"No!"

Elinora unnie who gives off a good state.

Did you mean to go get me? Well, we have spoons for practice, so we have them. Of course it is wooden so it is safe.

"Yes, there are spoons."

"I'm ready for Al-"

I stand up with another shaved ice with Elinora unhappy at her back.

"Then I'll give it to Silvio too."

"It's cold and crisp"

I haven't heard it anymore.

"Erinora unnie, is there a better way to eat shaved ice?"

"What? Tell me!"

Elinora unnie, who tripped lightly, returned to reality and approached me like a beast.

I ate as I thought.

"Is it better to eat shaved ice rather than little by little?"

"Well, it's a waste."

"That's better. Try eating it as if you were deceived."

"Oh, I understand!

"Yes, as much as you want"

When I left the room and saw Elinora on her side, Elinora was eating shaved ice as if she was squeezing a bowl.

Sometimes, the strange voice of Elinora unnie echoed in the hallway.

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Today, I want to increase my food repertoire.

I reminiscent of rice from shaved ice and finally missed Japanese food.

Rice! Because it is impossible, I cook using wheat, which is the current staple food.

I walk to the kitchen at the back left of the first floor of the house.

In the maid's break room nearby, various information in the mansion is flying daily.

"Oh, it's hot.

"Now it's summer? It's impossible without a special magic tool of the royal city."

"I want it because it's summer"

"Yes, drink water."

"I want to drink cold ale in kinkin-water is fine too."

"Don't say luxury. The water here is still cold."

"I guess it won't fall even in the snow. Well, yes, the room of Alfleet was cool for some reason!"

"What is Alfleet's room?"

"That's right! When I entered the room, the air was tingling like winter!"

"Is it true? Isn't Mina blurred in the heat?"

"Well, it's true, it's neither a blur nor a dream."

"But Alfleet doesn't seem very three years old."

"I understand! You're too genius? You've been taught me simple calculations? There's no dignity as an older person."

"I'm sure you're a genius, but you feel like you're going diagonally.

"I agree with the former but I want to deny the latter."

The maid is having a sloppy conversation.

Apparently today's topic was me.

It seems to be fun to listen to all the time, but today we have a purpose and pass by.

"O! Shaved! Did you come today too?"

Bartolo, the chef at this mansion, made a voice like a good old man.

The Slowlet family has little ties because of the nobles who have just started, and tends to lack human resources.

Furthermore, Nord, who was a commoner, has few relatives.

Most of the maids and servants currently working in the mansion are from the mother of Elna, a daughter of a merchant.

Among them, Bartolo is one of the few best friends whom Nord knows during his adventures. She seems to have her own store in the future.

Unlike cooks in the royal capital, they seemed to like their parents' unique taste.

I like the taste that is simple and makes use of ingredients, rather than eating expensive food.

"Oh Bartolo. Can I rent a kitchen today?"

"Oh, aren't you trying to get a snack again today?"

Bartoro frowns sternly and looks suspicious. Do you cry if you look like that in front of a child? If you are not good, you may be scarier than Yakuza.

"I have something I want to make."

"Can you cook for the shaven?"

"I can do it"

I've lived alone in Japan for a long time. You can do it.

"Is it true?"

Bartolo crosses his arms and sends me a grim glance.

I take that gaze without warping.

A kitchen is a workplace and a sanctuary for cooks. You can't just touch the tools in children's play.

Bartolo is testing me.

"Well, it seems serious, but it's not going to hurt me, I've been there all the time."

"Thank you"

"So what and what are you trying to make?"

Hiding shyness in a blunt language, as if she was shy.

She is a cute person who doesn't look good on her face and figure.

"I want to make spaghetti. Do you know?"

"Spaghetti? What's that?"

"Eggs and flour, a bit of oil and salt make it a slim thing."

"Does wheat become a staple food?"

"That's right. If you can do that, I think the cooking repertoire will be very wide."

"I don't know if I can do that, but try it! I'll bring the ingredients."

Speaking of the materials and tools that I can come up with, Bartoro prepares one after another.

I bring my chair because my height doesn't reach the counter.

Add eggs and flour (strong flour) to a wooden bowl-like thing and mix with a spatula.

By the way, hard wheat is a powerful flour. Strong flour is strong and good for making pasta and ramen.

Soft flour is made from soft wheat and is suitable for making tempura and cakes, but it doesn't seem to be available.

"Hey, it's getting more and more solid."

Bartolo is watching how it hardens. Do you think it can be applied to something? His gaze is serious.

While adding a little water, knead on the plate until the surface is smooth.

"I hope there is something to wrap."

"What to wrap, why not wrap it in muona leaves?"

"Is it a leaf? Does it smell?"

"Ah, the feature is that the smell and flavor do not transfer to the ingredients even if the muona leaves are wrapped.

"So then"

Receive Muona leaves from Bartolo. Other than thin and large. It's a bit hard to wrap, but this seems to be enough rest.

The person who made Saran Wrap is a genius.

"Would you like to wrap it?"

"If you rest about fifteen minutes in this way, it will be moist and easy to grow."

"Huh. I know quite well. It's like handling tools, it seems like I've made it many times."

"Ah, yes, Bartolo! During this time, I'll make a sauce that will be entangled in a long noodle! Make a sauce!"

Because I was in a difficult place, I asked Bartolo to hurry.

"Oh, the source? What's better?"

"It fits almost anything, but is it still tomato sauce?"

"Tomatoes! There is something fresh from our village! I'll make it right away."

I really like cream and cream, but this time I want tomatoes that can be made right away. The tomatoes in Coriat Village are delicious.

Some of the ingredients in this world are the same as those in Japan, some are not, and some are similar, but it is strange that there are ingredients that you do not know at all.

Above all, it's too bad that rice isn't here. It must be on some continent.

As it was only about 15 minutes, there was no rolling pin, so I pushed and pulled it out with both hands, then cut it into a square.

 I need to make a rolling pin. I ca n’t cut it cleanly.

It seems that the sauce is over, and Bartolo was seriously watching me cut it.

I'm scared of my face. I was scared and cut my finger.

I don't mind though the noodles are quite irregular.

After that, just boil with an appropriate amount of salt.

The noodles immediately float, so scoop them up and serve them on a plate.

"It's really done. If you look at it, it's going to be more beautiful, but the problem is the taste."

I'm just evaluating it, but I really like to eat it.

I already have all my chairs and forks.

"Let's eat!

When I stir the noodles with a fork with a little stirring, Bartolo sees it and wraps the noodles dexterously.

Well, the taste.

Yeah, yeah, maybe it's delicious enough. In particular, the tomato sauce made by Bartolo goes very well with the noodles.

It's a sauce that makes good use of the tomato acidity.

Do you want some more noodles for the noodles? Did the boiling go wrong? I don't know. It should be better to leave it to Bartolo.

I look at Bartolo.

"... It's delicious! What's this!"

Spaghetti that is sucked into Bartolo's mouth one after another.

If you have a Bartolo physique, you can easily eat five servings.

"It was delicious"

Slowly put the fork on the empty plate and spoke out as if to bite it.

"Oh"

I nodded, though short, to that heartfelt impression.

"Bow. No, Alfleet, wait for me four or three days. I'll try to make spaghetti beyond this!"

"I'm sorry Alfleet, I'm fine with a shaven as usual. I'll be coming to the kitchen from time to time."

"Okay! Come anytime!"

Bartoro smiles with a smile.

I can count on you.

Three days later, Bartolo gave me the best new work.

Not to mention the taste, my spaghetti seemed like a udon or fried noodles.

On that day, spaghetti immediately appeared at a family dinner, causing my home to be upset and becoming a spaghetti boom.

It seems to be very popular especially with women, and they have been eating every day for the past week.

... I'm already tired