This is Las Boss, Demon King, "Church" in front of Castle.

Returning to the cottage from the cove beach, the kitchen was in a tragic situation.

He said that all he had to do was cut the ingredients and stab them in the skewers, but the peppers were seeded or stabbed in whole skewers, and the onions were not chopped or rounded, but were somehow minced.

The carrots were barely cut into rings, but naturally the skin remained on.

They barely made it to the bottom of the main ingredient, meat or fish.

If Nina says she did it, she smiles, but here's what she does.

"You know what! Because the knife doesn't blink, Nina skewers vegetables and stuff."

War criminal - with a woman other than Nina. Ako, who sent him out to leave it to me, was now spilling tears in tears.

"Seiklid ooh! If I stripped the onion, it would be gone! Then suddenly you feel sorry for yourself and you can cry."

Aco cried at me in an apron.

Gorillas, I guess? Head gorilla, I guess. No, gorillas would still be more intelligent.

"It's my responsibility that I left to Mr. Aco. But how can a rosy onion be minced?"

Ahead of Succo pointing, Kirsch was rhythmically chopping onions with a knife in both hands.

"Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew. ♪ Ah, welcome home, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew ♪

"How could Mr. Kirsch have minced an onion?

"Huh? Aren't you going to make hamburgers?

Don't answer questions with questions.

"Unfortunately, I didn't buy ground beef."

"Then let's mince those couples there"

What's scary about it? The way of thinking is a psychotic path.

"I don't make hamburgers. In the meantime, I'll take care of the minced pile."

When this happens, it's difficult to use, but there should have been tomato juice in the refrigerator with all kinds of drinks, so I'll use it to make it a cold soup.

And when I turned my gaze around the refrigerator room, I had the appearance of a light brown-skinned beauty wrapping her fingers around me, sticking in front of it and opening and closing it again and again.

Within the Women's Lower Power Sisters, it is a belial that counts from a relatively decent person.

I went to her and checked.

"Oh, is the barley unopened?"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!? If you were home, tell me you were there!

Apparently, this escort is taking his mind off barley so much that he doesn't realize I'm back. Quite frankly, it is a knack.

I sighed at the bereaux that twitched around my butt.

"Could you take a bottle of tomato juice from inside? I'll use it for cooking."

Is there anything else per cucumber or raw tomato with red bell peppers and celery? It's like a simple gas pacho chopped finely and combined with juice and seasoned with olive oil and wine vinegar in salt and pepper.

Berial wept with a bottle of barley in his hand.

"You can drink it now. This is the kind of thing that bothers me."

"A bottle of tomato juice, please"

"Come on... make sure you kill him alive! Ghosts! Clergy!"

"It only fits at the end."

I had no choice, so I took out a bottle of tomato juice myself, washed my hands and started cooking one dish, and Nina comes next to me.

"Something. Something."

"It's a cold vegetable soup. Oh, by the way, what about Mr. Stella and the others?

"You know, barbecue practice."

When the vegetables are cut quickly and placed in a bowl, the seasonings are mixed together to sprinkle and soothe with the faucet before being returned to the refrigerator.

I left the cottage once and headed for a space where I could barbecue my back.

Stella is indulging in magic.

"Um, Mr. Stella, what are you doing?

"Mi, you can see that, can't you? It's crystallizing magic to burn down every ingredient in the Red Lotus Fire."

"Please don't. Are you going to blow up every island?"

It's common sense, not women's power, that's what's missing, and I finally changed my mind.

Stella swelled her cheeks and said, "Eh!" and complain.

Eh, here's what I'm trying to say.

"Well, you don't seem to have glasses"

"Speaking of which, where's Cannon?

As we passed by the glasses, the common perception of a person named Kanon became firm.

I'll take a quick stroll around the cottage with those feet.

"Mr. Cannon, where are you? If you regret not being able to stop that tragedy and want to do yourself harm, you will be struck by three times more fear and despair after resuscitation. Or curse your glasses for the rest of your life."

Rulelululu and the feeling of calling foxes. When I called them, glasses glanced at Canon's frightened face from the dim bushes.

"Ugh! Not really! It's just as dead to keep your glasses cloudy!

"I faintly expected you to behave as a common sense person frame except in battle, but what the hell are you going to do about leaving that miserable situation behind and escaping, junior?"

Kanon snorts and squeaks as he clings his left and right hand index fingers to his tungtung with his chest.

"Do you want people like yourself to take that situation?

Well, in a way, it's true. If you ask me, it doesn't make any noise.

"At all, you have no choice. I'll rebuild the dishes now. Please help me."

"Oh! That's right, Senior."

At least you have to peel the skin off the skinned carrot.

I can do that if I shake my job, but as soon as possible, I want this cleric apprentice to feed a spirit of voluntary independence.