"Ahhh, I want a stew! I'd love a stew ~ ~!

My mother, holding Fee, rolls down the floor with a gobble.

I'm studying for my fourth grade exam at my desk, so I didn't have to get caught up in a rolling attack.

"Ouch!

And I thought, "My mother (Phyllia wrapped) is teasing me."

This is the type of desk that sits on the floor.

"Phew, I like stew! I'll change!

Stew rarely comes out here.

I get thin soup.

Osama in the kitchen - Henk's good arm makes me not that dissapointed, but from the main building, I can't get very good ingredients turned around.

Therefore, dedication is not luxurious.

Well, you'd be blessed at a time when you can eat your stomach full, if you say so, I can't even refute it.

Because the poor are naturally in this world, living without eating or eating.

"Ahhh! Al or Phee's rice, even though your mother wants to make it for you! Stew, I want to make you one, but no!

"Phew, I like cream stew! But I also like beef stew!

Each one wants to be unsolicited and rolls around on the floor.

If it had happened in the world of Earth, I would have gone out to the library in silence.

I'd also like to evacuate to Averoom, but Hate and my teacher are away.

I can't even use the attic in the Lord's absence on my own. Though I wouldn't be angry if I used it.

(Would you like to study in the workshop...?

No, that's no use.

I'm sure they'll both follow.

The place changes and the situation just reproduces.

Tools are more dangerous over there for a while.

"Hey, Al, Al! Maybe once a week, just so your mother can cook?

No, even if I tell you so.

I just don't think I can.

That Osama is in terrible custody.

As much as Mia cried in tears when she was pissed off just moving the tools in the kitchen on her own.

"Ha, ha. Phew, I want a stew!

You're shifting stew from "I like" to "I want to eat" in your sister?

A mother who wants to make stews and a fie who wants stews.

If it stays like this, it won't fit.

When I get rolled around, I can't concentrate on my studies either.

"... hey, why don't you go to Henk's"

I had no choice but to interrupt my studies and get up.

"Don't be silly. No, no, no!

Henk's reply is not even obnoxious.

As expected, there is nothing to snag at.

"Neither?

"Naturally!

I want to make stew, I want to eat stew, they both rejected me.

"Uh-huh!?"

I can hear voices like that coming from behind me on stereo.

You really look just like your mother and daughter in these places.

"Phew, I like stew, but I can't eat...?

"Ugh. It's been a long time since I've wanted to cook..."

I'd like to do something about it if I hear a sad voice, but this is not a small wish, but a story that belongs to me most of all. Until I try to make it happen too aggressively, I don't think.

"I'm busy! When you're done talking, just get out of here!

Henk's work is not just cooking.

Cleaning the kitchen, taking care of the tools, he does.

I mean, they're busy negotiating ingredients to be turned from the main building.

As you know, my Crane Putt family is hated by the lizards.

So low-grade ingredients are turned.

But on the other hand, the servants have a lot of this coming out when it's good.

The meal of a servant away from work is naturally made in this kitchen.

It's bad that we're passionate about raising blood trails to harass parents and children, and damage even goes to servants from the aristocratic class.

So, the minimum quality is guaranteed, so we're in a halfway situation.

Henk is the one negotiating purchases based on that area, so I can't be too annoyed.

Something else, like a good plus/minus man fuss who used to bring poison mushrooms, adds to the problem, so you should also draw on his hard work.

It's his Wednesday...

"Because. Let's give up."

"Ugh, too bad..."

"Miu Miu ~..."

I know these two have some circumstance, so it is an inadmissibility, but I did not intend to do any more. To be honest, there is, isn't there?

"Yeah? Is that...?

Finally, I look back at the cooking area and a tool stops in my eyes.

Henk seemed to notice that.

"What a boy. Is this what you care about?

He took it.

"Kid wouldn't know what to use it for if he saw something like this"

No, no, no. I'm from a developed world of cookware, so if you're bad, you might know more about it than you do in the main job, right?

I know something that doesn't exist in this world!

Besides, the apparatus...

"This guy, I bought it recently, it's a handy tool inside."

Thank you for your purchase.

Your product, Peeler, is an invention of me, Charles Essen.

"Cooking is my job, but as much as peeling, I sometimes let the maids help. In that case, use this one. I'm not going to get hurt, and I'm going to be quick."

It's a little bit, or for some reason, Henk looks doozy.

"If I told you, you'd think about hiring a cock in the main building, too, right? Quickly finding good tools is part of the cook's power."

If it sells, there's nothing to eat.

In the end, our demands ended empty-handed.

And the problem came to that 'after'.

When I left the kitchen and walked down the hall, there was a voice behind me.

"Hey, I've been watching you...?

Looking back at his deaf voice, Hus Bock, the reckless man in charge Wednesday, stood.

Apparently this man, he was coming west away.

Huss had a nasty grin.

Not a smile you'd want to watch for too long.

"You, you want to cook...?

Huss looks at his mother with a disgusting smile.

Even a warm mother has a smile on her face.

"What do you think? You want to? You don't want to?

"That's... I'd like to,"

"Phew. Well, I'll get my skin done."

"Huh?"

"He says I'll just give him a little mouthfeel so that he can get what he wants."

Fuss laughed inclusively.

This man is not a man on the 'good' side by mistake, and he should be looking down on our family.

It's not very, but I don't think you'll do as well as the denomination suggests.

"... what are you up to?

"Whoa, whoa. That's not true, is it? I'm doing it in good faith. I honestly don't believe in the generosity of people. I think you're a scumbag below animals, huh?

I don't trust fine dust because that's the way to say it.

"I spend all I want without working, and besides, I even come out for free rice. It's like the life of a royal nobleman, isn't it? Like me, every day, from civilians who sweat on their foreheads and work for labor, it's a dream life, right, dude? That's what makes me cry to get out of the soothing warm water. I guess it's only natural that I'm going to help you, huh?

"It's an extra favor."

"I didn't ask you in front of me, you fucking kid! I just confirmed my will with this lady. A mere presence to be looked after sounds great.

What the hell is this? You're a total dick.

Don't hire a Marquis like this.

Then Fuss came forward to shelter me because he was loud and awesome.

"If you want to abuse me, Phew won't forgive me!

"Ooh, I didn't know my young sister could protect me, she's a fine brother...... How does it feel to be sheltered by a younger kid? Tell me something, will you? See?"

He looks proud of himself for some reason. Are you gonna tell me you're good?

"How do you feel about being awfully mounted by a younger kid? Tell me something, will you? See?"

"... ugh! You son of a bitch!

"You guys, what are you doing!

Henk's old man came out at the same time Fuss went up dramatically.

Huss punched his tongue,

"Nothing."

and groaned.

"Well, no. You can count on me to do what the lady wants.

Huss left with a faint laugh.

It was a disgusting encounter.

I feel like I've had a bad day.

But I hope this doesn't turn into extra trouble.