"... what kind of farce is this?" and Donda-Lou's low voice echoes.

"It's not a farce. I said the same thing three days ago, but today, more than then, from the bottom of my heart, I'm letting you say this word."

I raise my face, stay in the front seat, relative to Donda-Lou.

"My cooking was potentially poisonous for hunters. It was the eldest brother of the Lou family, Giza-Lou, who taught me that."

Giza-Lou looks back at this one like he did a little.

I don't know if I can surprise this kind of Mitsuhito, either.

"It's probably just what Ziza-Lou said. The dish I made that night must have been" poisonous "for the hunter, so it was" a meal that could be poisonous. "

"Wait, Asta. What are you talking about? What did I tell you?

"Didn't I tell you? He said if he was eating all this soft meat, his teeth would be weak and he would fall out of the pollen. It's probably true."

"Eh! Then Rimi-Lou will lose his teeth too, like a Ziva woman!?

I smile gently at Rimi-Lou, who gets stiff holding the wooden dish with both hands.

"No. Not as much as I ate once or twice, there's nothing I can do about it. A hundred or 200 times might not do anything about it. Maybe a thousand times or two."

"Oh, my God! Then you're perfectly fine! Good..."

This one feels a lot more honest, and Limi-Lu breathes a ho.

After all, every girl who is seven or eight years old after forty behaves appropriately.

By the way, the bald-headed uncle who sees that toddler regression keen to nod to my story as he grabs the meat.

No, you don't know 'Gibba Berg'.

"Yeah. So you don't have to worry about anything.... but Limi-Lu, what did you say three days ago? Didn't I tell you I don't want hamburgers in the morning or at night, and I don't need any more meals before?

"Yeah! 'Cause Hanba-gu is delicious!

I saw Donda-Lou all the time.

The head of the Lew family is looking at me quietly with burning eyes.

...... the old man nodding is super depressing.

"That's no good, Rimi-Lou. If you eat hamburgers every day, from morning to evening, your teeth could get really weak. Assuming Limi-Luu is okay. But a Limi-Luu child could become a child with weak teeth. If that child kept eating hamburgers again, the next baby to be born could become a more toothless person. .. that's how people in my country became weaker and weaker."

Mix Peten up with your knowledge of wandering.

I'm sincere, keep talking.

"Let me confess here that this meat dish of the day is a failure for me.... I can't eat this dish properly."

Everyone had their eyes rounded properly.

of the Lou family, except for the men of Rud-Lou.

"You can't eat meat like this because it's hard. I think you can make Kaishin, and you can manage to eat fatty shoulder meat, but Momo meat is really tough. It's just about half as thin for me."

"That's a lie! Even the flesh on your feet is soggy, but it's not hard at all! Rimi, I love this meat too!

"Then why don't you eat up to my share? Because I haven't put my mouth on it yet.... I really can't do this."

Returning his gaze, Donda-Lou was still silent with no expression.

There is no other way. Let's decide to rotate the tip of the tongue a little bit more that we can't be.

"I'm one of those clans. I'm a man who can't be a hunter at all. For example, there are people in my country who also work in the task of torturing flesh, and, uh - pseudo-warfare, do you say? Instead of using swords and shields, there are competitions that use sticks and balls to compare forces and moves, and there are men who make it their business to win."

Do you know what you're talking about?

As far as I'm concerned, I'm going to describe a "professional baseball player".

"When manipulating that stick or ball, the men squeeze their full strength. Then it seems that some people get their teeth worn out by biting their back teeth that way. They say these people swoop stuffs with moderate solidity in their mouths and bite them instead of their teeth"

I'm talking about the mouthpiece, just in case.

Actually, I don't. I just remembered my father groaning that he'd heard such a story.

That's why teeth are really important. Not just baseball players, for example, but boxing players - and the story spread even further.

Therefore, I will expand the story as well.

"- Also, more directly, there are competitions that punch each other with fists. That people are stuffing too, but it's another story apart from protecting their teeth. I've heard stories about fist destructiveness that are completely different if you're stuffing or not. They say it's better to have something in your mouth that can bite you off a lot without any help, but it can exert a stronger force than usual."

They are listening to me with a puzzled face as they continue to eat modestly.

In it, Donda-Lou is still an immovable faceless expression.

"That's why there's so much strong involvement between the act of 'chewing' and the act of 'squeezing power'. So I reconsidered. the meaning of the words Donda-Lou and Giza -Lou used to say. - This is a poison that rots the soul of a hunter, even if you're eating something like this, your teeth are weak and you're about to fall out."

........

"Of course, the Donda-Lou guys wouldn't have made that statement after thinking so much of a mess, because even the ladies' Lara-Lou said they didn't like that soft meat in the first place. Maybe it was simply a matter of preference. But this is how I thought about it. - Then what the hell would have happened if the Donda-Loux had been as admirable and receptive to my dishes as the Rimi-Loux?"

From here on out, I'm neither remembered nor petten.

Mine, I mean it.

There's no way around it, it's my truth.

"My cooking used technology that didn't exist by the woods. Thanks to that, most people said my food was amazing. But if everyone had admitted to this dish like that - that's probably what I would have started eating all the hamburgers every day. And when I thought about it, I was upset."

The idea has been sprouting for a long time.

Because I-Fa was adamant about Hamburg.

At the same time it was a great pleasure, it was an event that made me anxious after all.

Aside from the hamburger, I scratch hard dried meat every day, so yes, it would be impossible, for example, for my teeth to degenerate.

Still, sticking to hamburgers alone is not a good thing.

In the unlikely event that such a change in diet would compromise the vitality of I-Fa - I would scare myself to death.

I also applied that idea to the people of the Lou family.

I strongly thought that I should tell the people of the Lou family who had gotten involved with people from other worlds like me.

That's how three days ago, I was to see that sight.

Ambitious, fierce, men heading to the woods to hunt Gibba - you know, when I saw him full of barbaric vitality, the feeling in me was able to gain even more certainty.

My cooking can also be poisonous.

"I'm not talking about my country, but I've also heard such scary stories about how if I gave alcohol to a clan that didn't know it existed, the majority of it would no longer be able to live without alcohol. I also don't think you can have that much power in my cooking, but still, I got scared.... that my food can also be poisonous."

Come on, it's time to get tired of talking.

Let us also turn to the climax for a long and broad tongue of lack of actors.

"So I wanted to pass on what I knew. Eating all the soft meat risks weakening your teeth, which means that Giva's torso is not something to feed Mundt, but an ingredient that can be eaten so deliciously with a little effort. Based on them, I wanted you to taste the happiness of eating something delicious."

When I saw it, when did I ever finish my meal, Ai-Fa had her gaze turned to me, not Donda-Lou.

Something with a very soft light in your eyes.

"So, it's time to seed it, but in today's dish, the only thing I actually made with my own hands is the hamburger that Ziba-Lou is serving"

"What? No!," cried Dan-Rutim.

Other people, with the exception of a very few, are deliberately bluffing.

"Poitan was made by Raina-Lou, the pot by Meer Lay-Lou, and meat dishes by Vina-Lou. I just taught him how to make it. I scorched some, but I had brought extra meat, so there was no problem. The flavor is just what you've all tasted."

The gaze crossed with tremendous momentum, but eventually much of it remained under Vina-Lou.

Even though it was all an admirable gaze, for some reason Vina-Lou felt like he was hiding his expression with his long forehead and making fun of me.

"This is a simple dish that just bakes meat. It took a long time to pinch down Kama which fireworks and the ideal thickness of meat, but once you know the answer, all you have to do is tell it. It doesn't take as much effort as a hamburger. Could this also decorate the daily table without sacrificing so much other work"

Phew - and I felt a gentle glance from somewhere.

But there is inherently no physical interference in things like gaze. So maybe that was just my one-sided assumption.

I felt Ziba-Lou staring at me instead of Donda-Lou.

For that Ziba-Lou and Donda-Lou and all the people on the spot, I throw my last words.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm going to devise a dedication worthy of the hunter's clan folk by the woods. And that's a dish my family can cook without me. With this deepening of the Luu family ties, what I've done around the woods with such an inexperienced leftover could be a drug, not a poison - and with that in mind, I've been studying even how to bake delicious meat for the last ten days."

I sat on my knees and thanked him.

"As for the dish served by the cook, it's a verbal failure that you can't even confirm the flavor yourself, but I'm proud to say it's a huge success as a family eating home cook. I hope this dish can be a medicine for all of you. - I apologize for the length of your time during the important feast. Please continue your meal."