VRMMO no Shien Shokunin ～Top Player no Shikakenin～

The cooking room had a fragrant smell that tickled the nasal cavity.

The fried bread rises as it makes the sound of Juwa Juwa.

Where that has become a tight color, it is transferred over the oil cutting bat in turn.

"Deputy Director, can I eat now? Is that it?"

"Atashi, I'm hungry."

"Just wait a little longer until the oil runs out. I mean, you guys, apprentice the chief. Wait so long."

"Ahhh! is crisp. Yummy!

"... sorry, that was a lie"

I was rather flying grander than anyone else.

Even if you notice my gaze, Manager Inayama won't stop eating.

I don't know what else to do, because today's menu is my favorite bread-based pyroshiki.

The contents are combined with pork meat, onions and fried eggs in spring rain.

"Why don't you stop your hand and have some fried chicken? Right?"

"Before you do that, the women should probably clean up the equipment they used if they're not going to fry. Don't leave it to the men."

"Unfortunately, it's over now, Deputy Director..."

"Is this the right dish to put on? I'll put it on the side."

The ratio of men to women in the Culinary Department is about ten women for four men.

It is the usual sight where sadness is felt due to its balance of power.

Most of the fine chores are often done silently by boys on behalf of girls who are sad and just talking.

He did his best to work out and wrap the dough...... the movement is dull as soon as it is cleaned up.

"Yeah, good on this plate. Then, as always, if you're not hungry, wrap it up and take it home."

It would have been a little different if there had been a third-grade boy, but unfortunately, the culinary department boy's highest grade is sophomore.

Two for two years and four for two for one year.

Still, he continues to work once a week amicably with the former director of Ieyama, who told me about it.

I just want you to stop calling me "honey" personally.

"Kenji, how are you?

There are two pans that are fried.

One size at a time is smaller, but fries more and more piloshiki wrapped in large quantities.

It was Kenji Makita, the same sophomore boy I was calling for.

"It's still the third. But it's time to call the athletics department, isn't it?

"You don't have to call me, but the smell caught me anyway -"

"Shoreline!

Here we go.

Saito-san's voice echoes and first comes the face of the women's tennis club, followed by various other athletic clubs.

Fewer than the athletic department, but the guys from the culture department come sparse as well.

The timing is not constant because the break is fragmented, but after an hour all the pyroshiki, which had nearly two hundred pieces, peeled off.

The men feel like they've finished a job and finally take a breath there.

"As always, you're going to lose momentum..."

"I'm a beast, the athletic department at this hour. A beast unleashed on the wild."

Foolish as the men solidify and work as they clean up the plates and tables where the bread flour is scattered.

Women make notes that summarize cooking photos, recipes, and other activities.

"How did this happen when until last year I ended up eating finely in the cooking department alone"

"Really?

"Oh, Senior Ieyama..."

I'll make a corner, so I'd love to see more of everyone's delightful faces...... hey, honey?

Negotiate with the teachers while involving me, with the idea of being the daughter of a bakery that

I also side with Senior Ieyama that he was a well-behaved honorary student, creating a special situation like the one he is in today.

Memories of my freshman year when I asked a local store to help me with ingredients cheaply or when I had a lot of difficulty rooting them out.

"That's the deputy director in charge of one stick!

"'Cause you, that hobby smile, you can force me to say no? Yeah, I can see it. The push is half as strong as it gets, right?

"He was pushed by the class until the break... and his gaze around him."

"Ugh..."

Kenji and I had a class together until last year, so we know exactly what was going on at the time.

You weren't part of the crew yet, were you, this guy?

And then we finally sat down at the table and stuck around.

It has a slightly cooled but crisp texture and exquisite filling of troll contents...

"" Yummy!

"" Yummy!

"Hey, honey. Weren't you talking about me right now?

……

Our General Manager is revealed in a relaxer.

It's as slow as two-tempo, Senior Ieyama......

"Yes, then finish today's cooking department activities. Good luck."

"" "Good luck -" "

The day's activities are over with the seniors' loosely tightened greetings.

Kenji and I will go back to the classroom once, pick up our luggage, and then accompany us to the school gate.

Along the way, a shout approached from behind with the sound of a doozy run.

"Wow! Whoa, whoa!

"Ah? Hey, asshole's calling."

When I look back reluctantly, I see Hidehira (asshole) rushing down the hallway as Kenji says.

I already know why this guy at home stays so long.

"Hey, remedial bastard. Have you finished your remedial studies yet?

"Don't call me weird! Oh, Kenji was there, too. Chi-su."

"What, you were remedial? You're an idiot, I knew it. I knew it."

"I need to say that twice!?

Really...... I taught so hard, Hidehira ended up with red dots in two subjects.

If I hadn't told you, though it is obvious that it would have turned out worse.

So I think it's better for my mental health to think "it's done in two subjects".

"Well, that's fine. Just fine and let's go home together. Whoa! Oh, Kenji's coming home with you?

"Hidehei, you know I'm in the opposite direction and you're saying waza, right? See you later, huh? Oh, and that asshole there, goodbye."

"Oh, see you, Kenji."

"Bye!

Leaving a farewell greeting, Kenji had left the school gate in the opposite direction from ours.

We'll walk side by side after we drop that off.

"Yeah, wow. The details of T.B. 's new event are here."

"... I always wonder at what time you're checking the official website? You know faster than me every time."

"Hey, hey, um..."

Well, you're in class. Are you going to take the red dot again?

Is that so, the details of the item contest have come?

I was definitely curious as to what kind of scrutiny would be carried out and what kind of compensation would be received.

"Walking smartphones are dangerous, so I'll find out more when I get home."

"Then I shall refrain from rattling. I'm here about the Alliance Home remodel."

"Not again. It's already like a ninja mansion all over the place, where are you going to scowl any further?

"No, no, not yet. Now there's a whole room, a plan to turn it into a hidden room."

"Even so, I guess I'll just be toying with Liquorice and the others..."

I want you to stop it because it will freak me out when I get out of the hidden door.

They came to visit this home frequently, as foreword suggests.

In a more lively home than before, this place indulges in its own production activities.

... As for putting that TB thing down once, what more shall I make for dinner tonight...?

As I remembered the ingredients left in the house, I walked the path that stained Hidehei and the sunset.