"All right, it's done!

That's what I was able to declare, according to the body clock, roughly an hour and twenty minutes after I put the giva meat in the pan.

In the meantime, I even took the ash juice, regulated the fire, checked the solidity of the meat, scolded the hungry eye-fa, and sometimes talked a little serious - it was a fun but troubling eighty minutes.

The house is filled with the irresistible smell of giva meat.

Is it still due to the difference in fat that seems more aromatic than last night?

Well, I don't care about those things.

Even so, it's a real meal!

"Thank you for waiting. I think so. Eat it."

Stir the contents of the pan with the balls and pour them first into an eye-fa vessel.

Potato mod thing Poitan's actually hasn't put it in yet, just yet.

Sixty minutes after starting to boil, only thinly sliced onion modoki aria and black pepper modoki pico leaves were added.

Still, the soup is cloudy.

Translucent, meaty dashi, white soup.

Yes. Let me call this "giva soup" not "giva pot".

If you think about it, there will be one side to it: take a dashi with meat and taste it only with salt and spices, so the name "soup" is more deserving than "pot".

If it's "soup," there's nothing wrong with the ingredients being onions.

I wish Poitan had the potato flavour it looked like, it even makes me think.

Well, in short, self-insinuation is also important to enjoy a meal.

So I present to my dear Mistress the dish named 'Giva Soup' in me.

"... it feels kind of odd not to have Poitan in it," Ai-Fa said, smelling the soup with a suspiciously deep face.

Well, the smell itself was great even in yesterday's pot, so you won't find a big difference at the moment.

Pour yourself in, and then I'll sit back in front of Ey-Fa.

"Honestly, this is prototype number one. You can't be confident with me. I'm going to use this guy as a foundation, and I'm going to lay more drills in the future, so, well, let me know what you think."

"... it's delicious and tasteless, but I don't care about that. It's not helpful to ask me for my thoughts."

"Okay, okay.... then, I'll have it!

Ai-Fa closed her eyes and brought her left hand fingertip to her mouth to show her how to draw a line all the time to the side.

Then I say something with a bump in my mouth.

Maybe it's a "take it" signal in this world? I don't think I did that yesterday.

But I'm kind of glad. It's too sad for a cook to have a world without the concept of "I'll have it" and "please".

Whatever. It is a real food.

First, try to shrug the soup with a wooden spoon.

A white liquid with a clear fat membrane glowing brightly.

The black powder scattered by the way is Pico's leaves.

Smells and looks great.

But so far, it's not much different from last night.

I tried to taste it a few times, but how did it end up coming together? With anticipation, I rinsed it - no problem, it was delicious.

A pure soup made without miso or soy sauce is accented by a slightly crusty flavor of giva meat and pico leaves. The flavor is thin but rich, and if I do it, it will rarely stimulate my appetite.

The water poured into the pan seems to have evaporated about one-third of the time, so it is calculated that it was carefully boiled. I didn't even sprinkle water. As a result, it seemed possible to complete a soup with a very intense flavour and flavour.

Okay, the problem is, it's giva meat.

This guy was just checking his solidity with a stick of wood instead of vegetable chopsticks, so it's a genuine, first real meal.

Sliced rather than shredded pieces of meat from the bones creaked together with the soup, the ivory stained meat and whitened fat rocked cutely and puffy.

Four centimetres square, about five millimeters thick.

When I chewed it, the puffy meat flaked.

Soft. Softer than I imagined.

But it's a good bite.

The gelatinous fat and elastic lean blend in the mouth, and the flavor spreads through the gum.

Oh.

This guy is, after all, a superior ingredient.

Even though it's meat that hasn't aged, it hasn't lost at all to the sissi pan I ate three years ago.

Of course, the thought of struggling and judging, as well as physical fatigue and hunger, is also a delicacy to help - but still, I'm not willing to change my ratings.

The flavour of the meat is conveyed directly because few seasonings are used.

of wild meat, a rough flavour. A definite presence. This is the pinnacle of Zivier...... oh my god, it may be hard for me and others who have only tasted Zivier dishes a few times in their lives to say it, but it doesn't matter what they claim in their minds.

I also tried the aria fruit with it and the texture was a little more soggy than it was yesterday, but just as good as soup.

Eat with meat or soup and the depth of flavor will increase again. As an onion (but not an onion), is it a more sweet species than spicy? The flavour and touch that I don't claim too much enhances the quality of the dish.

(Yeah. As for prototype number one, it would be too good to do it)

With that in mind, looking back at the front, I was just about to see Ey-Fa stand up with the vessel in his hand.

On the top of the Buddha as usual, we head to Kamado silently.

Have I missed my other cup?

It's a cool thing for food to go on, but it makes me anxious that it's giving me a good taste.

That's how I pour the second cup into the vessel and come back to the same place.

Those eyes don't try to look at me.

The anxiety created in me swelled up here to an irrepressible level.

"Hey, what do you think? As far as I'm concerned, I think you're doing great."

After rinsing a bite of soup, Ai-Fa leans her neck suspiciously.

"What?... I told you it would be useless to ask me for my thoughts"

"Hey, maybe that's true..."

Something's getting muzzled around my pelvis.

It feels like an unidentified passion held up a sickle in search of a place to go.

Anger, sadness, uncut, anxiety - there is no doubt that its identity is unknown, but a "negative" emotion anyway.

"Oh, you know, come on, I took a long time cooking because, you know, maybe it was pointless...?

Ai-Fa looked increasingly suspicious.

Then, I faintly drop my gaze on the contents of the vessel.

An orange flame let the shadow of her long lashes fade over her cheeks.

What should I do?

My heart is pulsating against the swelling.

I only have a bad feeling about it.

"... to me, to a meal, neither tasty nor unsavory. A meal is a means to life."

"... oh"

"Even if you ask me for taste thoughts like that, I'm in trouble. I don't have a word for that."

"Oh. I guess so"

"But I can clearly see..."

And the face of Ai-Fa, slowly woke me up.

Beautiful blue eyes look straight at me.

"... delicious, that's what this is all about"

Its cherry blossom-colored lips feel a little oblivious and squeeze the words.

"The very act of eating, is fun and... pleasant and... happy, makes me feel. Is this what you eat?"

I didn't get a word.

Ai-fa frowns bitterly just a little bit.

"I see why you're so passionate about cooking and stuff that you get serious like an idiot.... Ok, I think. Maybe you don't really know, but at least, I don't feel like denying your actions."

"Ai-Fa......"

"I can't find the words to speak. I can't explain this any more. But I think you did the right thing."

And Ai-Fa, just for a moment... let that poor mouth down.

"So don't look so painful. This dish is delicious"

I nodded back one and then I was already indulged in eating silently.

I don't know why.

Something like a chunk of anxiety created deep in my belly said it was clean and completely foggy, but now the back of my neck is getting hot and my spine is getting cold.

When I get caught off guard, my chest is going to get clogged.

Probably - I was, like, unhappy.

And I was shaken by impotence.

I'm sure I was hoping, stronger and deeper than I had imagined myself, for Ai-Fa to recognize me.

to Ai-Fa, who is still only one understander in this world.

to Ai-Fa, the benefactor of life.

I thought I was bigoted, direct, rough as a man, gentler than anyone I've ever seen, perhaps scratched in a deep part of my heart, trying to live alone without relying on anyone, strong, beautiful, brave, delicate, to this enigmatic girl named Ai-Fa - and I wanted her to be tolerated by my presence.

(Damn... but I'm not even like this yet!

For some reason they even induce feelings like enemies, and I chew Giva's meat rampantly.

My struggle is not over yet.

The determination is renewed, and the enemies are disgusted.

The potato moddle - the fruit of the Poitan, which rolled beside the kama, is.