Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

My name is Bartolo. She is a cook from the Slowlet family.

My job is to cook meals for Nord, Elna and Alfleet shavens, or to cook maids.

I'm making meals for shavens today as well, but there are things that I have been worried about recently.

It was a blatant reminder of Mina's snacks after the great Viscount Dole came.

Until now, I have been trying to make cookies once every two days, or pressure to make a hamburger.

However, it has disappeared for the past week.

This is clearly an abnormal situation. I've been working for the Slowlet family for a long time, but never did this.

Maybe Mina's condition is bad too?

No, I'm afraid to ask a woman about her physical condition without discipline.

I asked Mina, who was doing that before, if she was sick, and she was told that it was just Women's Day and there was no delicacy.

I really don't know how to do that because I'm not good at it.

"I'll get juice from Bartolo!"

I was thinking that the shaven had suddenly entered the kitchen and was getting Libra juice from the refrigerator.

…… Even though I still adventure with Nord and Erna, I have gone through a lot of deadlines, but I can't catch the sign of a shaven.

It's as if you've been moving in a flash.

I wonder if I became dull while I was a cook in this mansion.

But I think that I'm not bad, so I'm probably much more round than before.

"Well, shaved. Can I ask a little?"

"What happened, Bartolo?"

You may know why Mina doesn't remind you of sweets.

I thought so, I asked the shaven about Mina's strange behavior.

"I see, Mina no longer offers sweets or hamburgers."

I'm worried about asking a 7-year-old child about this and gathering information, but the shaven is so dignified that it doesn't make me feel the age difference.

"What's that Mina?-Absolutely strange?-Do you know what the shaven is?"

"Ah, I heard that Bartolo was busy and too troublesome, and she was paying attention to Sala. Maybe then Mina is self-restraining?"

"It's easy to imagine that scene, dude."

I could easily imagine Mina being watched by her junior Sala.

"Isn't it so sick that you don't want to eat it?"

"That's right. When I make Erna's sweets, I feel a sign near the entrance to the kitchen, and I've replaced it well."

"... It's just mean."

I agree with the shaven's opinion.

Even though she was noticed by her junior Sala, she would be warned again if she urged for sweets immediately.

"Because Mina is strangely trying to get older sister."

"As expected, Bartolo. You look closely?"

When I uttered, the shaved man turned his glance into a meaningful glance.

It feels like a warm gaze like seeing Nord and Erna.

"What's your eyes?"

"No, not really?"

When I ask, the shaven laughs at me and makes me blur.

There are many speculations, but it's like closing the lid and staying silent.

I wonder what. I understand why the shaven is often beaten by Miss Erinora.

If I'm not a cook, I'm confident that I was shy.

"But, Bartolo is still settled as it is."

"Well, I can't calm down when I stop making what I always make."

I'm a cook and not a confectioner, but I don't hate making confections.

Rather, I like it.

Everyone who lives in this mansion reacts well when they eat delicious food, but Mina is especially good.

Just giving a cookie makes you look happy.

"Even though I'm busy, if I can see someone happy, I don't mean a little hard work."

"Bartolo, why don't you get paid?-If you're busy, you should negotiate with Dad Nord to increase the number of cooks or bargain for salary.

I'm going to say a good line myself, but I was very worried by the shaven.

Occasionally, I don't understand the word "slaughter" coming out of a shaven's mouth, but it seems like it's not a good word because it has a livestock-like atmosphere.

I thought she was stupid, but I can clearly see that the shaven's face was really serious and concerned.

"I don't know what I'm saying, but I know I'm worried. It's certainly busy sometimes, but it's okay now."

"Is it okay to be okay at the moment?-Well, if Bartolo has a junior chef with enough hands and hands, he thinks that turning it alone is easier and faster. ? "

"... Why do you know so much? On the contrary, I feel bad!"

The shaved spells out the biggest reason I've never asked for a cook.

"Because I've seen a lot of people crushed by saying that."

A shaven whispering with a distant eye.

It's no wonder why the seven-year-old shaved notices that the longest Nord has just noticed.

"Well, if you tell Mina about Bartolo, you won't come to him promptly from there."

"Yes, it's hard to say straight."

Rather, Sala may be scolded for what seemed to be our concern.

"Well, why don't you just fish for your job?-You didn't have a long spoon for parfait yet?"

"... I see. If you make a parfait spoon, you have to make sure that you can use it properly."

"Such that"

Sala and Mina will be glad to eat parfait if they have a good cause as a job.

It's just like Erna, feeling calmly behind the emotions and rules.

In the past, Elna had made such a proposal when he was on an adventure.

"As always, shavens do not work with wisdom"

"Tell me that I am witty"

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Even after receiving advice from the monk, Mina doesn't beg for sweets or hamburgers to keep me from bothering me.

When I was making cookies for Erna and the shavens, I was looking at the kitchen with a great eye. Perhaps the instinct conflicts with the will.

This is difficult to do with this. It was a feeling that was always watched by carnivores.

But it will probably end today.

Because I got a blacksmith named Logan to make a spoon for parfait according to the advice of the shaven.

I've had cookies, muffins, puddings, milk gelato and sweet fragrance in the kitchen since morning to feed them to the miners.

As expected, when the cookies are baked, there is Mina at the entrance of the kitchen.

I want to charge inside and get a cookie. However, he has an expression of conflict that he can not disturb.

Speaks the moment Mina tries to leave.

"Mina, can you call me a little Sala?"

"Yeah !? Possibly, is it only for Sala !?"

In Mina, called during the making of sweets = is it tasting? I can't read my thought circuit, but I just knew Mina wanted to eat.

"No, that's not the case. Just call me."

"Oh, I see."

Though not reluctant, Mina leaves the entrance and calls for Sala.

Shortly afterwards, Mina brought Sala.

"Oh, there's Mina too."

"Is it too?"

Mina stops as she thinks she is useless or is about to leave.

Then, Mina enters with a blatantly happy face.

"Mr. Bartolo, do you have anything for us?"

"Actually, I had you make a spoon for parfait the other day. I want you to try it out."

"... in other words, do you want us to eat parfait as a job?"

Sara's intuitive use of words that are easy to understand may have made me understand my intentions.

"Oh, I just want you to eat parfait as a job, because we have a duty to make sure that the shavens can be used without inconvenience."

"... work! That's why we have no choice but to eat, right?"

Hearing Sala and my words, she saw her understanding and she lit her expression.

Your cheeks loosen in such an easy-to-understand manner.

"If you can't help it, don't you have to eat separately? Mina?"

"Oh, Sala! Don't be mean!"

As Mina taps Sala's shoulder shinyly, I'll be preparing the texipaki and parfait.

Then, Mina asks you.

"But, Bartolo-san, do you have time to make parfaits? I heard that the duke was coming soon, so I was busy preparing for it ..."

"I don't know what you were reluctant to do, but if you suddenly lose what you've been making every day, you can't settle down. So I'll always make a little snack or hamburger."

"Mr. Bartolo ...!"

Mina was impressed by my words, and Sala shrugged.

Every day, cooking for work only isn't fun.

Occasionally I make sweets and develop food with my shaven. It's fun because there are so many things.

"Well, please give me cookies again tomorrow! And my hamburger is a hamburger! I haven't eaten recently so I'll get it back!"

As expected, making cookies and hamburgers on a daily basis is a pity. You may have said too much in a while.

"... Bad, I said too much. I always withdraw."

"why!?"

A lively voice began to echo in the kitchen of the Slowlet family from morning.