The Too Many Summonings from Japan Have Caused the Goddess to Flip Out

"It's time for the pot season"

At the Anda family, the ears of two Chemo ears and two Long ears stood pinned at Sheena's words, whining as she remembered.

"Pot...... I mean, that's meat"

Suddenly, the Japanese also hit up a surprise new equation, Mr. Makami. As usual, it is faceless, but also the fuzzy tail is raging around and not weighing itself.

Well, some people call it shabu-shabu when it comes to pans, so maybe I'm not mistaken.

Those of you who remember the word no-pan shabu-shabu when you hear the word shabu-shabu, be careful because if you put it in your mouth, you'll be certified as an old man,

"No, fish is fine, too. Crab would be nice."

Meanwhile, this is Mr. Yayoi, the seafood guy. That's a cat.

Incidentally, only the Japanese have the impression that cats like fish, and they usually eat meat abroad.

But some people say cats still like fish because they are happy to eat even if they give a lion a fish that they would never have seen.

... Cat?

"But lately, vegetables are expensive. When I saw it yesterday, the value of cabbage tripled."

Meanwhile, Mr. Limbell says vegetables are expensive to do pots.

A pot without cabbage is like a cat-shaped robot with no pockets.

It's the same reason that overdone boys don't show up in the theatre that their pockets are sealed.

"Hmm. I see. Even if you say pot in a bite, there are many different kinds."

And Inertia, who hears it's a pot and finds out what kind of dish it is on her smartphone.

Expectations are swelling in vain. It's a rebound straight line even though I started to lose weight because of it as it is.

"You do have expensive vegetables. Shall we hold off for a while?"

"Er!?

Okan, the Anda family, who decides while looking at the supermarket ads, and the children who raise their voices in protest.

It seems that Anda-kun, who is the prime minister, has extra money and so on because each of them also has a job, but it is still okan to figure out how to spend the money just in case.

"So do you guys have anything you want to eat this evening?

"BBQ."

"Boiled"

"Dumplings"

"Hamburg."

"Gratin."

"…… it's splendidly fragmented."

Though each one says his favorite dish, there is no uniformity at all, Mr. Limbell.

Behind my back, the two old men said, "Are you a dumpling or a challenge to me!?" or "I don't care if you go through the garlic! Are you a hamburger or a kid!?" and fighting.

If you ask me why Mr. Grauze is awake in the middle of the day, it must be the bathroom. I was never here to make a request with excitement when I heard it was a pot.

"Well, whatever Sheena and the others make, they'll all be happy to eat."

And leave such an adultless adult alone to follow Makami.

That's the grown-ups who are usually grown-ups, unlike both old men. If there is no meat involved.

"Whatever it is, it's troublesome."

"Well, it's a good idea to think while looking at things in the supermarket."

Sheena smiles like she's weak with her hands on her cheeks and Limbell suggests looking at the flyer.

Japan is still at peace today.

Dwarf Kingdom, on the other hand.

Recently, the surrounding countries have become more reputable throughout the continent, Mr. Jouzou's shop.

Mr. Jouzou was solidified in such a store. With a heavy shadow on his back and his head.

"... what's wrong, Jouzou? Three days and three nights, the simmering pan turned upside down."

"What a nightmare is that!?

Did you imagine hearing Mr. Burra's analogy, Mr. Jouzou, who trembles in a freak?

Reacting so far may mean you've actually done it before.

"No, I told you that during this time the King and Queen of Gardia came with great patience."

"Oh. You were interested because the queen is in your hometown? What's wrong with that?

"…… The King has asked me to entrust the dishes to be served at that gathering because we will now have a forum for discussion in various countries about Japan, our homeland."

"Heh! That's not very important."

……

For some reason, Mr. Jouzou is sinking more and more against Mr. Barra, who makes him happy as he does about me.

"……… Is there a problem?

"…… the load is heavy."

Yes, Mr. Jouzou, you can make a weak noise.

My stomach looks really sore.

"Well, I've studied at hotels and stuff, but I was hoping I could have my own shop in a country town at best. He's a little cook, right? Great people from all over the country...... and what dishes should I serve to them like His Majesty the Emperor!?

"Yeah, that's the thing."

If you're going to come to the store with patience, we can't cook the same dishes as usual because we'll ask you this time.

And if the nations gather, then naturally the emperor of Fitzgard, the champion of the northern part of the continent, will also come.

I don't know, Mr Jouzou, but Fitzgard is the starting point for the countries to come together this time.

I'm sure the emperor will also be holding his stomach by now with a thirsty smile of "ahahaha".

"'Cause it's okay. It's a request from the king, isn't it? Then it wasn't the queen who took care of her, and she trusted you that your arm would be fine. Be confident. I'll help you think about it."

"Ugh...... yes. Thank you very much."

Mr. Jouzou is encouraged by Mr. Burra and manages to give him a face.

I can't help but laugh at Mr. Jouzou like that, Mr. Burra.

The other world is still peaceful today.