Woof Woof Story ~I Said I Wanted To Be A Rich Person’s Dog, Not A Fenrir!~

In the middle of the night when the people at the mansion were asleep, I was sneaking up on the kitchen.

"Wahoo (Fuhihi, look at the ham logs - It's also delicious to slice thinly, but I can't stand to be stuck on a chunk like that)"

My jaw makes tight smoked meat easy.

I rather can't resist these teeth.

I can't even eat the hard skin and fat layer on the surface, but it's oxidizing and bitter, so I peel it properly.

Smart Louta is solid.

Pull out the ham logs that were hidden in the cupboard with your feet behind your back.

The ham, smoked using all the pig's legs from the ground up, is shaped like a stick.

These hams have nearly a year of aging to make, so this was not made by James's old man.

I flattened almost all the meat in this mansion once.

Probably bought it from a city butcher.

but still looks delicious enough.

That's right, old man. The suppliers are top notch.

"Wow (hey, now if you disrespect the booze from your dad's wine cellar, it's perfect)"

We're gonna have a ham and wine dinner tonight.

"Chu (Ooh, do you always do this...)"

A rat sitting right on my head breathed like a shudder.

"Wahoo (like what? Are you complaining?

"Chew. I can't even tell you what my pawnshop would be like to steal something in the middle of the night.)"

Who's the pawn owner?

This rat who looks great over my head, Ren Zuvrum.

It looks like this, but who it is lives thousands of years, a giant dragon.

There's a lot going on, and now you're living in my hair.

Of course, I don't have my consent, and I'm living on my own, but I can't resist there because they're holding my weaknesses.

By the way, my favorite bunk is hyena on my back.

"Wow (hey, Len. If you make a mess of it, you don't have your share)"

Lennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

Seeing you don't reject it, they like this way of calling you.

"Chiu! (I don't want what I stole! If you're a brave male, why don't you take it from the front?

Is it okay to take it?

I feel a cultural difference.

"Wow! (You idiot! If you do that, they'll kick you out! You think I can beat James' old man in the first place! In an instant, you'll be wholesaled into three pieces!

I remember lightly peeling off that armor-like furry boar skin and tearing the meat apart.

Bullshit, the old man is scarier than Zenobia.

So you sneak in and steal.

"Chu (what a pity...... Still a proud Demon Wolf tribe)"

"Wahoo (no, it's a dog)"

Born to extremes decadence, it's a biological pet.

"Nyan (Looks like it's too late, Mr. Louta. I've already finished my work.)"

When I looked in the direction where I could hear my voice, against the background of the moon at night, a cat sat in the window frame of the kitchen.

There are liquor bottles and glasses floating around it.

"Wahoo! Nice try, Nafra!

It's not like being able to just squeal.

I was right to send him to get the booze already.

"Chiu! (You too, wastecat! Don't make a fool of me!

"Nyah, nya! (Please, it's a misunderstanding! Dear Len! It was Mr. Louta who told me to have a drink!

Nafra, who did not like rats at the cat's mercy, fled out the window frightened by Ren's sip.

"Chiu! (Can't wait! They'll set you up!

"Ahem! (No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Focusing on the trees in the courtyard, the two run around.

"Wow... (hey, I'm gonna eat ham first -...)"

Watching the rat and the cat begin to chase in the moon-lit courtyard, I crammed into a thick ham.

†

"Nyah (If you say Mr. Louta, there's more to it than just hanging around or savagely....... there is)"

Too late to rephrase.

I would have spoken normally just now.

"Wow."

I've already said Nya-na with a chirp, but I don't know what it means to add 'Nya-na' to the end of the story.

"Nyah (then excuse me. Ham should still be scraped off and eaten thinner. Delicious is what you need to focus on how you eat)"

I said something like a gastronomer.

"Nyah (So I'll take care of it)"

Naphra puts her right forefoot over her and asks her to be crummy.

Then the knife that was in the kitchen flew in and began to cleverly peel the ham.

"Wahoo (oh wow! It's clever)"

"Nyan (eh, because object manipulation is my specialty in magic)"

I wash the back of my ear in embarrassment, but still the knife doesn't move.

yellow mold, evidence of maturation.

When it scraped off the skin on the floating surface, a white layer of fat appeared from inside.

The white fat part, that's delicious, but fate is the lean part that appears about time.

The knife carefully went back and forth, and gradually the red body became clear.

After rinsing the fat layer, Nafra puts the lean on a different plate.

"Nyah (the outside is aging and drying, so it's slightly puffy)"

"Wow (you know me well. I just recently came to your mansion, how do you know that?

"Nya-na. (No, you've been here many times before Mr. Louta came to the Mansion, haven't you? Mary, accompany your daughter in her treatment. That's when I see your husbands eating many times. Ugh, this is the first time I've actually eaten it, but I'm looking forward to it)"

Repeating the slices, the ham lean gradually turns peachy, moist and containing water and air.

"Nyah (let's eat here later. Let's start with this maturation)"

"Wahoo! Here you go!

"Nha! (meh! Meh, that's right, Louta.)"

Nafra's forelegs hold my nostrils together.

Eh.

Are you still keeping it?

I drooled my non-existent eyebrows and stared at Nafra softly.

"Nyah (for dry ham, use this one)"

When Nafra called again, two bottles flew out of the kitchen.

Like a couple dancing waltz, two bottle lids open as they twirl.

Dripping from the inside was a golden thick liquid.

"Wahoo (honey? And then there's olive oil, this?

"Nyah (Discover. And finally......)"

Now there's a hole over Nafra's head.

The sight I recognize is space magic.

When I thought so, a thick bottle was falling from the hole over my head.

"Nyah (this is the wood chop I picked this morning. It's so sour already. Yikes)"

It's sour.

A bright red, small raspberry was placed on the ham to decorate the cake.

"Nyah (Come on in! It should be delicious! I'm sure!)"

No, you never ate either.

And tries to make me taste insignificant.

"Wow! (Well, no. I'm looking forward to seeing what it tastes like. Here you go!

I throw a thin sliced ham with a few pieces.

And I caught and ate pacli in the air.

"Wahoo (sweet! Sour! Sour! Oooo yummy!!

Olive oil melts the ham, which is too dry and salty.

The thick honey became so sweet that it pushed to the tongue, but at the same time the acidity of the raspberries overlapped and changed to a ripe fruit-like flavour.

The texture of crumbling puffy and raspberry seeds is also interesting and makes me want to have fun drinking alcohol.

The taste of the raw ham melon I had in my previous life was many times darker and more complex.

"Wow, wow. (It's so awesome! Nafra! This is so awesome!

"Nyan (Okay, excuse me, too. Oh, and alcohol -)"

One bottle of cork falls out and is poured into a glass with wide edges, which is easy to drink even in our mouths.

A carbonated sparkling wine refreshes the tongue and softens the throat.

"Wow (oh, good choice. I don't feel comfortable. It's very different from where some people live)"

"... Chu (hey, what is an uninspiring habitat about me?

Ren, sleeping over my head, asked in a grumpy manner.

"Wow (eh, what? Can't you hear me? Ugh! Ham! Super Ugh!

"Nya-na (Oh, really! That's so delicious! Your husband would have singled out such a delicious thing, and this is unforgivable. Holy shit)"

All with the iron hammer of anger, Nafra cheeks up the wooden ham.

"Wow (oh, fuck you. We still have the ham! Poor Lentan, I can't believe you can't eat something so good. -)"

"Chiu! (Holy shit! Put it on! Yes, I don't want it! No, I don't want it!

"Wow (eh? You sure you don't want it? Then let's eat it ourselves, Nafra!

"Nyan (yes!

We leave Ren alone and the two of us disappoint in the wooden ham.

"Chi, chu... (gu, i, i don't need it, mon...)"

The cry went in.

This millennial bereavement, you usually behave with dignity, but your spirit is like a toddler.

Even when we snuck into the nest, maybe it was loneliness that tried to entertain us.

"Wafufufufu (sorry. It was my fault. Don't cry, Len)"

"Chiu! (Nah, I'm crying!

Ren, who yells back, is offered something ham-wrapped with a wooden ham.

It's meticulous, it's like a round of flowers.

Did Nafra use magic to make it?

"Nyan (sorry, Master Ren. The joke has passed)"

"Chu (phew, phew! I'm not crying! I'm not even mad at you! Well, I don't want anything else!

On my head, Ren turns that way, but his gaze is on the flickering and wooden ham.

It's easy to understand.

"Nyah (don't say that. I really want Master Ren to eat it. Nafra's favor, will you listen to me?

Nafra waves her forelegs together to worship.

Um, this guy, he knows how cute he is.

Should I call you Master?

"Chu (Mm, mmm. Oh, yeah? I can't help it if they say so. I'll give it to you because I'm going to give it a taste.)"

"Nyah (yes, go ahead -)"

A wooden ham flies up to Furofu and Ren.

I guess this guy would cry so much if I ate it from the side here.

And, I have dark delusions, but I just don't do it.

"Chu (oh, yummy! Isn't it delicious! Nafra, I praise you and send you!

Ren grabs the ham as he rinses his nose.

Nafra stared at Len like that with a merciful eye.

in a fairly remote position.

Are you scared when you see him?

The three of us made up, we enjoyed the liquor until dawn.