Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Dinner in the world of dreams is breakfast in Japan.

Even if you travel around a different world, it doesn't change that your stomach is full.

Ingredients are getting richer every day in this second-tier hall. It may also be natural because it is protected by the Magic Dragon and the former hierarchical Lord.

Of course, it affects me and Marie's species.

At the whim of the Magic Dragon, the Mansion was newly created between the Western winds.

They put down some tables and eventually invite guests. If you're inviting a large area, the western style would certainly be more convenient. I may have been called for that test drive. [M]

Shirley is the one staring at me from next door, and now I'm tying my hair to the left and right of my head. Everyone at the somewhat remote table seems to be enjoying the conversation as they reach out to the alcohol and knobs they just put down.

There was an even louder laugh, and looking back, the dark elves I had just joined were uplifting the venue. She said that she was wearing thin clothes, but she sat in a chair and showed off her thighs so much that she was blindfolded.

The elf girl she's dealing with seems to be holding back alcohol thinking about waking up in Japan soon. Although, of course, Uridora enjoys herself thoroughly.

But each with Uridora's child is some strange sight.

I watched the bustle and then laughed right into the blue sky eyes next door.

"I wonder if Shirley was interested in cooking. I don't know, I'd like to give you a special recipe for my secret recipe, but can you follow me on some tough training?

That, even though it's a tough training, has it made you sound a lot sleepy? But she kept her eyes wide open and then tightened her face to say, "Of course she does."

Since you seem motivated enough, should we start with the place where the chicken is cooked?

Shirley is materializing because she has eyes now, and wears the apron that was so close to her. I tie a string from the back thinking it's a thin hip, and I start explaining the chicken I just judged.

"It's soft chicken, so I'm going to fry it today. I'm sure you'll soon learn to slap me and cut my muscles."

The knife I handed to you is made of Uridra, as marked "dragon". I treasure it because it runs out of spa spa than their blade there, and even if the blade spills, it will be fixed soon.

Handing it over, the blue sky eyes gained some sharpness. It turns into a color reminiscent of the winter sky, with cold air flowing at your feet.

"Stop. This is a blade, but it's not a weapon, so calm down. No matter how many Reapers you say, don't go into battle mode with a knife or something."

Wow, she opens her mouth to the shape of, and Su-ha-ha repeats her deep breath.

Speaking of which, I used to use a sickle as a weapon, and was I turned into two? At the same time, I was not used to handling the blade, so I decided to teach you from there first.

I still had power in my hand holding the knife, so I put my hand on top of it.

"Look, pull more power. I'm holding my fingernails until they're white."

That's crazy. It's going to be even more powerful.

Touching my fingers to teach me how to grip, and having my shoulders pulled out is the opposite of blurbing and trembling.

Yeah, because it's usually scary to shake with a blade.

"Shirley, what's wrong? Look, pull your shoulder out."

When I looked to the side, I was deflected from my thoughtful face.

Su looks like he's taking a deep breath, so just wait. Then he finally calmed down, and he lost his finger power.

"? Shall we cut the muscle, then? Because when I do this, it doesn't break shape when I fry it. Actually, it's important to the look and taste. Enjoy it with your eyes and taste it with your tongue."

With that said, he turns his hand from behind, one hand holding Shirley's knife and the other a chicken.

"Here's the chicken muscle. Just a little stiff...... what's really going on?

She leans back to be bored, and if so, repeats her footsteps. Wait a minute, he turned to his screaming face and let himself go in surprise.

"I guess it was hard to understand how to teach. The hand holding the knife..."

- Wait, wait, please!

Such gestures are done with all my might, and I snort. Slightly faster for a ghost, he went straight out of the game.

The rest of us and the chicken were supposed to wait about five minutes with a pompous face.

After a while, Shirley with a calmer face came back. I'm sure there are water droplets left in the look on your face, and you've washed them on your face.

"Well, Shirley doesn't like blades. You just need to get used to it, so don't rush it."

She grabbed me a knife while subtly grabbing her little neck.

Repeating deep breaths every once in a while, the chicken cooking progresses. Cut muscles, beat lightly and tame salt and pepper seasonings.

Salt is expensive in this sandy country, but it can be purchased cheaply and in bulk from Japan. I'm not going to sell anything else, and I'm not going to get caught in the eye by a merchant like this.

"All you have to do is soak it in garlic, ginger, alcohol and soy sauce and leave it for a while and you'll be done. It's easy to cook after the feathers are crushed."

It's just over. You see, Kokon and she snort too. To her, I pointed to what was next to her.

"And after this is soaked for about half an hour. So, Doctor, let's use this to fry it today."

Huh!? And her eyes became round, and the look on her face made me laugh. I was just about to make it because it was meant to behave like a diamond squad working for me as a maid.

Just fine. Let Shirley remember the later steps and let everyone enjoy them.

In iron pans, the oil is starting to bubble up. This was given to me by a fishing village, and they can take it from a large fish like a whale.

Juhua! and the fried sound of bird meat engulfed the western world with a delicious fragrance.

After a lot of frying, the maneuver opens up and the youth shows up. He has dark hair that looks clean and is a couple with the girl behind him.

The man turned his full grin to this side.

"No, I'm surprised. It's fantastic to be able to store at room temperature!

"Senior Towel, it's too shabby. What about being a man to look at ingredients and laugh out?

That, when you see ingredients like mountains, you're happy and you don't laugh?

By the way, the warehouse is quite valuable because it can be stored at room temperature by Uridora's moves.

The friend you should have is a magic dragon-like, not a future cat type... It makes me feel painful.

Place a basket with dosari and vegetables next to each other and watch the colour gloss and the two begin to wash with water.

"I often spare ingredients sent from the countryside. We live together. If it's all right with you, why don't you let me carry you here?

"Oh, that's for sure! It's very helpful to us."

I guess he did say he was from Hokkaido.

The pork we had previously had a treat was superior, and I'm sure it would be fun to be able to cook that one.

And apparently, Mr. Tool is also a master cook.

There is a saying that you don't have to go into the men's kitchen, but chefs and others often make up a lot of men. That probably comes from the personality of wanting to entertain the women.

With that in mind, for some reason the young man's face was cloudy.

"I'd like to come and see you too, but I have work to do..."

"It's just the right opportunity, Mr. Tool, try harder not to work overtime. It's only when you can manage your work that you're alone."

Shirley and I chuckle at the way the husband and wife sit on their hips. Although I was only a little anxious to invite you to this dream world, you enjoy it and reassure me about how you are getting along.

I'm sure it's a surprising experience, such as visiting the world of dreams.

But like when the Elves came to Japan, they would accept it if it was there as a reality. If it's a fun place, it's a shame.

When the fried chicken is served with a sweet vinegar sauce with leeks, the interior is full of appetizing aromas.

I enjoyed the meal because everyone was coming because I couldn't stand the smell. Chicken and vanilla vegetables, rice and miso soup are served on the table.

It was my lover, Mariabelle, who had turned her pale purple eyes. She made her shapely nose cum, and she looked like she was embarrassed.

"Uh-huh, looks delicious! Good day, Ichiro, Shirley."

"No, no, it was easy getting help. Is Shirley used to cooking a lot, too?

While removing the apron, she has turned to a face that seems complicated. It's like you can handle a knife, I said.

The look on Mr. Elf's face is also loose because of the fragrance surrounding him. Marie, in a yukata, carries the dish in a foothold that seems to be in a good mood.

"I often teach cooking, too. It must have been tough for Ichihiro because he was weird and detailed, right?

That, I wonder why he snorts, "It was tough". I knew you'd say, "It was a lot of fun."

He said there was something wrong with his face like he had been beaten with cancer. Mr. Elf made me laugh with his mouth wide open.

Well, for dinner today, our breakfast is fried chicken with sweet and sweet onion and vinegar sauce. Tasty hot or cold, it goes great with alcohol and white rice.

If you chew it, you can play the crisp and the clothes, and the flavor of the cucumber comes out of the fried dyed chicken.

Slightly greasy, but refreshing sweet vinegar tightens the flavor, so I can't get tired of it.

Me, Marie, and Ichijo are going back to Japan soon, so I'm holding off on alcohol, but the others are tipping the cup.

I'm really jealous of making noises and drinking up the barley.

"Nha-ha! Deep-fried chicken is the best!

"Which one is up there, by the way, the tuna mayo?

In one word, Giri and Uridora tense strongly.

It must be the cooks fighting in their heads to open their eyes and stare at the fried chicken at the tip of the chopsticks.

Eventually, they settled, and they turned a beautiful grin over here.

"Both delicious. I want to eat both."

Yeah, it's a really luxurious magic dragon.

The delicious one invites laughter, and the curator, Uridora the Magic Dragon, also gives her a moody look as she drinks. The girlfriend looked around together and opened her mouth to a lot.

"Then let me use my video magic to tell you what's going on here in Alirai."

The black object behind it makes a noise with Vun and activates it.

It's an LCD TV, no matter how you look at it, but the contents are probably as if they were something else.

When the sun also sank abundantly, the demons' flock was reflected there.