Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

"... a bit chilly"

I woke up this morning with the chills I felt on my body.

One month after the autumn harvest festival has passed. The air was gradually dry and cold.

I was going to keep my clothes warm, but today's temperature seems to be much higher.

Crawling out of the bed and looking out the window, it doesn't seem to be snowing.

As expected it's not that cold.

When I was relieved to see the outside scenery, Bartolo had a bucket in the courtyard.

What is he doing?

When I opened the window to call out, a cold wind came in from outside.

I wanted to close the window violently, but then I couldn't understand what opened the window.

"What are you doing, Bartolo?"

"I'm picking a branch."

Bartolo replied, recovering the branches dropped by the trees planted in the courtyard.

"What are branches used for?"

"To turn on the fireplace"

"Oh! Fireplace!"

Heating appliances that are active in winter are finally moving.

It was as exciting as the arrival of winter was officially recognized.

"Are you interested in shavens?"

"Yeah, I'm waiting in the living room so come back early!"

"Hey, isn't that a place where a shaven can help pick a branch?"

While listening to Bartolo's disappointing dialogue, he closed the window as soon as he was finished.

In such cold weather, it is not a joke to pick branches. I just want to witness the fireplace.

Change from sleepwear to tight, warm clothes, and I go down to the living room.

It's probably early in the morning, not even breakfast time. No one was in the living room yet.

However, early rising is for everyone who is habitual, so it's already happening, and maybe they're relaxing in the room.

Well, Bartolo isn't signing up to the living room to collect the branches yet.

I was just bored waiting, so I decided to prepare tea by myself.

It's good to have someone called a maid to make it, but I'm sorry to call you out on a busy morning.

It's easier to brew by yourself if you care about strange things, so I'll do it myself in such a case.

Put the tea leaves in the teapot and pour the magical hot water.

At this time, it is important to add vigorously. By doing so, the tea leaves in the teapot will jump greatly, and the flavor and taste will increase.

If you add hot water, just turn over the hourglass and wait for an appropriate time.

The tea leaves are not so big, but it's better to steam a little more today because the temperature is low today.

In the teapot, the stirred tea leaves rise and fall softly.

Such a state is like a creature and cute.

"Oh, Bartolo. Welcome back."

While watching the teapot, Bartolo returned to the living room.

The bucket contained not only branches but also tools such as large firewood and fire scissors. The preparation is already ready.

"Chikusho, only the shaven will warm and wait."

"Okay, I've been waiting for hot tea, so please pardon me."

While calming Bartolo, I prepared tea for two people.

This time, honey was put in to soften the heart of Bartolo.

I handed the tea cup and Bartolo wrapped it in a big hand.

Then blow your breath several times to cool and put your mouth in the cup.

"Oh, it's honey. This warmth and sweetness seem to permeate the body."

"When it gets cold, warm things feel even better."

Apparently, honey safely melted Bartolo's heart.

Bartolo's face, which had a steep face, quickly became soft.

I usually don't put anything in tea, but in winter I want to try milk tea and so on. What is it?

"Now let's warm up the living room."

Bartoro rushed the tea and quickly approached the fireplace.

It's quick to drink it down even though I haven't even drunk yet.

Place the tea cup on the table and I head for the fire.

When Bartolo opens the vent, bricks are installed in a U-shape.

It is difficult to light a fire even if you suddenly put firewood. Placing bricks and laying them on them creates a path for fire and makes it easier to catch fire.

While observing large firewood, Bartolo took out the paper from his pocket.

"The shaven should twist the paper properly."

"Is this a good guy to use?"

Aside from scraps used for notes, the handed-in paper is of high quality, used for letters.

It's no wonder that a fairly expensive piece of paper is set on fire. Well, it's okay to use Bang Bang in my financial situation.

"It's because Nord broke down when writing a letter."

"Then, even on the back side of the graffiti paper-uh, I wrote down to the back and noticed a mistake."

Looking at the back of the paper, the letters were heavily written.

I don't know exactly where I made the mistake, but I guess I made the mistake of drawing the name or the name or the fatal part.

The feeling of despair when you notice that you wrote so far that you are ruined is amazing.

"Dad Nord makes such a mistake."

"Oh, don't do it occasionally. He's good at doing it all the time, but he makes mistakes."

Bartolo laughed happily.

I heard that Bartolo had been on adventures with Father Nord, and he knows more than I did.

"Well, I'm working hard to show my father's dignity. Close those eyes."

"I'm not too lazy to say that."

Taking into account the age of the previous life, the ages of me and my dad are not so different.

That's why I got married, became independent as a noble, and have three children, so the difference is amazing.

Twist the paper while thinking about it and plunge it under the firewood.

"The rest is just to line the branches."

Take out the branches from the bucket and arrange them on newspaper or bricks.

Of course, do not block the path of the fire.

"The shaven asks for fire."

"Hey"

I fired a magic spell and shot a small fireball on twisted paper.

Paper burns up in a flash, and Bartolo arranges large firewood and branches in front.

Arrange firewood with fire scissors so that the air can pass properly, and put paper waste.

"The shaven, can you just ask for the wind?"

"Hey"

I activate the wind magic and put the wind as if blowing up from under the brick.

The air was stirred, the flames grew, and they spread on firewood and branches one after another.

The firewood and branches glow one after another and become black.

You can now hear crackling, firewood and the sound of branches exploding.

Yes, this is this. This sound is like a fireplace.

Unlike the bonfire, the sound reverberates, so this one sounds calmer.

"Okay, this is fine. With the magic of a shaven, it's easy to set up a fireplace."

"Even if you praise it like that, you don't come to fire every day."

"Chip"

This time I came to help with the first fireplace operation, but as expected it was not good to get up early and ignite every morning.

Bartolo, unfortunately, leaves necessary firewood and wood chips and walks away.

After thinking that he would return to work, Bartolo returned to his living room again.

"Shaved, do you have something good to eat?"

Looking back, Bartolo laughed innocently with the wiener skewered.

We know where and how to bake and eat it.

"I'm determined to eat."

Receiving the skewers from Bartolo, we grill the wiener with fire, side by side.

The fire is roughly controlled by the fire in the fireplace, and the ink is also applied, but that's good.

The wiener smoked by rough flames and smoke will definitely be delicious.

The wiener becomes more and more reddish, and the fat is dropped into the fireplace.

"Oh, this is definitely delicious with alcohol."

"I thought, but don't say it.

"I don't have to put up because I don't have a job"

"No, I'm still a kid, so I have to put up with it."

While talking lightly, the wiener was well cooked.

"Okay, eat?"

"Yup"

Blow on the hot wiener before chewing.

The skin was hardened after a little overbaking, but a crisp sound was heard and the hot gravy burst.

Chew to roll in your mouth and enjoy the rough meat.

"Oh, ume"

"Yeah, delicious"

I didn't take any trouble. Just roasted in the fire of the fireplace and baked.

That's it, but the wiener you eat in front of the fireplace is especially delicious.

"If you have a fireplace, can you taste this every day?"

"Oh! That's the best-no, the Wiener is delicious even if it's not the first time in the morning?"

"Let's get stuck and nod."

When Bartolo knew that I wouldn't nod, he bitten at Wiener, swiftly.

I said, but the fireplace rice to eat quietly with two men like this is good.

I wanted to help you when I was up.