Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

After finishing summer hell, I drink milk after bath in the living room.

Of course, a cup after the bath is standing with your hand on your waist. Actually, a small bottle is good, but I didn't prepare such a thing, so it was a cup.

The body heated by the intense sunlight and hot water is cooled by cold milk.

Because my body wanted water, I drank it in a breath.

" , I can't stand a cup after the bath."

The milk from the cows in Coriat village has a very rich taste. It does not have a bad smell, is rich and has a strong sweetness. I wonder if this is enough for sweetness.

"Oh, Al, give me milk too."

Elinora unnie, sitting on the sofa, says so and raises the cup.

I was trying to drink another cup, but for now I want Elinora unnie, so let's put it in first.

I want to lie down on the sofa when my throat is moistened.

However, it is troublesome to hold a milk bottle that is likely to be more than one liter, so I walk and lift the milk bottle by psychic and move it to Elinora unnie.

Erinora unnie, who realized my intention, put a cup on the table, so I tilted the milk bottle with psychic and poured milk.

Although I can easily pour even in the air holding a cup, I put it at the table every time as Elinora unnie worried whether it would overflow.

I don't want to overflow just because it's in the air.

"Yes"

"Thank you"

I was sitting on the sofa as soon as I finished pouring the milk.

Just pull the milk bottle and pour it into your own cup.

While I was drinking to taste, Elinora unnie drunk at once and set a cup on the table.

"Al"

"Another cup?"

"No. Make shaved ice."

"Oh, that's good.

Is this shaved ice instead of milk?

It's easy because you can make it while sitting separately like shaved ice.

"Oh, I'll ask."

"Can I ask you too?"

"Me too"

When I tried to prepare the dish with earth magic, Mother Elna, Father Nord, and Silvio who got out of the bath came in.

In this season, orders for shaved ice will increase.

I quickly make a plate for five people including myself. Then, the ice is piled up with ice magic.

"I'm a crisp guy."

"I'm fluffy as usual."

"Yes, I know everyone's taste."

Erinora unnie likes the grain of the ice to be rough and a bit gritty if eaten. And Elna's mother prefers the fine, grainy ice that melts when placed on her tongue.

By the way, Nord and Silvio prefer something in between.

Well, if you change the size of the ice grains, the texture will change considerably, so you can not tell that there is a preference.

I complete the shaved ice and make a spoon with earth magic.

After that, Silvio will bring you to the table where Elna and Nord sit.

As expected, Silvio, I don't care.

Isn't Elinora unnie still helping with the habit in front of her? I thought so and raised my eyes, but Elinora unnie was disappearing from the sofa in front of me.

"I got some jam from the kitchen!"

Apparently, she had bought things for shaved ice in the kitchen first.

There are many kinds of jams and fruit juices, honey and sugar in the arms.

That's it. Elinora was ready for what she liked. I was misunderstood.

My sister has become accustomed to eating shaved ice.

"What do you want to eat today?-It was strawberry jam yesterday, and before that it was grapes ... maybe orange today?"

"Jam is good, but you can mix the juice with a little sugar."

"Oh, I have that hand. I'm at a loss."

Parents who have a smiling conversation before each topping at the table.

It's an unthinkable line in Dragon Slayer's adventure.

I think that's because I'm reading a book recently lent to Eric.

"What will your sister do?"

"I'm ginger juice from kicker!"

"Well, let me do that too."

Elinora and Silvio seem to make grape juice from kicka.

If it tastes so thick, it goes well with shaved ice.

Well, what should I do with toppings?

Kicka grape juice or refreshing orange juice is fine. You can put jam that has both acidity and sweetness.

…… Do you want to eat everything you want to eat?

"Erna, the ice will melt if you don't throw it early?"

"Wait a minute, I'm desperately thinking about which one is better."

In the wake of Erna's mother, I take the grape juice that is the topping on the table and pour it over a piece of shaved ice. Next, apply the orange juice to different parts, and put apple jam on each part to avoid them, and then put the jam on the rest.

"Okay, this is okay"

On my shaved ice mountain, it is purple, red, orange, and colorful. Probably the lower part is mixed and the colors are terrible, but this is good because it is delicious.

"... Oh, Al, what are you doing?"

When I finish the toppings and try to return to the sofa, she hears her face as if she saw something incredible.

"Huh? I wanted to eat them all, so I just put a lot of toppings on them?"

"... Yeah, if I couldn't choose the toppings, I would have done it all."

It's like saying you can eat cake if you can't eat bread.

Erna's mother, who was suffering from troubles, topped up multiple things like me with a refreshing expression.

While there are far more types of toppings than me, this is a lady with a high female power.

It's a beautiful topping like parfait that never makes viewers uncomfortable.

""parfait?""

"Ah"

Oops. Did the words of exclamation leak?

Mr. Elna and Elinora look back at the same time.

please stop. Don't point your gaze at it as if aiming for such prey.

"Speaking of which, Al had shouted out names like unknown ice cream and pudding before going to Kagura."

"Then parfait must be one of those."

Uselessly sharp in habits you do not know. Or rather, I still remember the old days and still have a good memory.

"Speaking of which, should Al go to Kagura and consequently make ice cream or pudding?"

"Yeah !? That's not invalid because Rumba became a negotiation card !?"

"Sweets aren't invalid because they're included in the negotiations."

I protest, but her mother shakes her head and tells her.

Shit, just because you can buy rice freely, you didn't say it viciously. I should have been more generous.

"Well, I understand, then ice cream or pudding."

"Mother, I think I prefer parfait! It's about as much as it's topped, so that should be better!"

I don't like my intuitive sister because of this. When it comes to parfait, ice cream is a pudding too. The effort to make is simply more than double.

"Yes. It would be difficult to make ice cream and pudding. Al, please make parfait and other things next time."

"... Hey!"

They both know and say what parfait is. It seemed like a devil's cooperative technique.