The Tanaka Family Reincarnates

Cook the oatmeal in water until tender in the pan, then add milk and cook with excess salt.

It's not enough to call it cooking, but I tried to make it with the image of milk congee that I used to say in my previous life.

Because the number of children increased, the water was bulky, so it became a little shaba-shaba porridge, but the taste was not bad because of the salt.

"All right, done."

Without knowing that Emma was turning around, each child was lined up with a cup.

"Ah, here! You guys, this oatmeal is for my brother, right? It's not cooking."

The boy pays attention to the children, but he does not move. Everyone's hungry.

"There's plenty of them. It's okay."

Receive the previous child's cup and soak the milk porridge.

"Be careful, it's hot."

While the rich and nodded children were hoofing up and eating milk porridge, the injured man woke up wondering if he was caught by the smell.

"... that? Who is it?"

Find the unfamiliar three brothers and twist their necks.

"Ah, brother!

"Hugh? What are you doing?

A boy hugs a man.

"Stupid brother!! I was worried!

I'm smacking a man in the chest in a way that sounds like he's going to hear an effect sound.

The man at heart doesn't seem to know what happened, so he forgives the boy with a painless attack.

"Hugh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

"Aniki, you might die! Idiot! Idiot!"

I was so anxious that I cried while riding on a man.

That reminds me that I got too close to stop the carriage yesterday and got hurt.

No wonder and no pain. The injured leg is covered with something purple.

All right, Georg presents the milk porridge to the man stroking the boy's head.

Are you going to eat dinner?

The man's throat starts... but he won't take it.

"Where did you get this? Hugh? You're not picking up again, are you?

"It's not tight! They gave me the money!

The boy trembles at the words of a man who is not far away without hitting him, so he is more suspicious.

"Please eat it before it cools down. You can still think about it later."

According to Georg, a man can't refuse to eat for the first time in a week and receives milk porridge.

Good!

After eating a bite, he carries milk porridge into his mouth in a fascination.

"Eat slowly and carefully. My body will be surprised."

Emma talks to the man while waiting for the children to refill, but she doesn't seem to hear anything.

William finally explains what happened today when the bulk of the milk porridge became empty.

"I mean, Hugh, I thought you were shitting me."

A man turns back to his three brothers with a cock and a boy.

"I'm sorry, this is my apprentice, but by the time you meet me, you've been earning a living, and once you're in pain, your manners get worse."

The three brothers laughed back at the apology, which did not seem to be the words of the man who lived in the slum.

"Besides, I can't thank you enough for preparing dinner to help me with my injuries... honestly, thank you. I'm Harold. I take care of the kids in the neighborhood."

"No, it happened that we could handle it, so I'm Georg, and that's my brother Emma and William."

Emma is also dressed as a boy, so I will call her my brother.

"Ah, I'm Huey. Call me Hugh."

The boy who received the poison rubs his head and laughs softly.

Harold woke up and finally smiled.

"Still, I feel like there are a lot of small children....."

Georg, who had traveled to and from the slums and the town several times today, was wondering. There are only children who are smaller than themselves and Emma, and when they enter the slum, they don't see any adults. The only person who was there was a skinny man in front of him.

"I haven't had any trouble working lately. When you grow up, more people will hire you out of the slums, and when you're old enough to work, everyone will graduate from the slums."

Harold explains somehow with a little pride that the demolition and repair of the building that broke down in the coup has been a tough one, but this man who hasn't worked since he was able to work....

"Well, I had bad luck yesterday. I was worried about these guys because I was dumb enough to get hurt."

Men suddenly reflect, brushing violently not only the boy but also the gathered children's heads. My stomach is filled, and I feel relieved that the man's injuries are okay. The sleeping demons come to my children.

"You guys stay here today, too, 'cause there's nothing wrong with wandering around outside at this hour."

As it stood, I was talking to a man, but the three brothers fell asleep. Even without a soft bed or a warm futon, the three brothers' nerves are thick.

The next morning, Emma was the first to wake up.

I happened to have a face where the sun came in from a hole in the ceiling, and I woke up dazzled.

"Hmm... Martha... dazzled... hmm?

Open your eyes and feel uncomfortable that it doesn't feel like a soft bed as usual.

I remember the day before yesterday when Georg and William slept alongside each other.

"... yes?

I don't see a man.

Even if it wasn't a major injury, it should take a little longer to move around.

Wherever she went, Emma lightly stretched, moved her strong body, and stood up.

"Yikes!

"Oh, sorry."

There, the children are asleep, so I step on one of them.

"What are you doing?

The stepped boy rubs his eyes and looks at Emma.

I thought Mr. Harold was gone.

"Aniki? Uh, maybe you're drawing next door?

"Huh? What? I mean, hey?

The boy fell asleep again, so Emma had no choice but to check it out herself.

From the entrance of the adjacent room, the light is leaking many times as much as the room I was in earlier.

He peers into the room with his eyes twinkled.

"Wow."

All the walls in the front had collapsed in the next room. It should be dazzling.

The blue sky was spreading in front of me.

"What? Did I wake you up?

Harold noticed Emma and looked back.

"Huh? What is this? Wow!"

A vivid colour painted on one side of the wall behind Harold.

Realistic and delicate touches that made me feel as if I was lost in a botanical garden were something I could never imagine to be an amateur.

"Fufufufu, you're good, aren't you?

The man shows Emma the walls he is bragging about using as a campus.

"Yes, it looks real! Perspective can also be drawn without skew, and there is no discomfort in the way shadows are applied... above all, the color is wonderful. This vibrant color is hard to put out with any paint, right?

"Hmm? Ah, ahh"

A man gazes at Emma.

I am surprised at the unexpected way in which I was praised professionally.

Hugh told me that he was a child living in a different slum, but as far as I can remember last night's conversation, he is well educated and feels like an adult who can think for himself.

"What are you doing?

Harold stares surprisingly at Emma.

Fufufu, Emma looks back at the man with satisfaction.

It was exactly what I expected.

Hugh Boy called him his older brother, but the difference between Harold's and the boy's age looks farther away than his siblings and his parents and children.

Only Emma, with the spider on her head, noticed secretly.

Maybe even without a spider, you realized that you had the ability to prepare for it.

She is thin and thin, but her intellectually orange eyes are slightly darker than her eyes, even though it is rough. You can see that you are tall when you stand up.

It was quite handsome.

If the King is a Wild Gachimchi Ikeozi, is the man in front of him an Intelligent Subcale Ikeozi? This is good for the feeling of atrophy.

"Hey, show me where you're drawing."

The colorful painting was painted with the same kind of ink as the red ink that was blown out in front of Joshua's shop, and without knowing it, Emma wanted to see the Ikeozi in front of her seriously paint.