And for that reason, I'm going to work on making lunch.

My mother was interested in taking a nap with Marimo until recently.

"So, Al. Now what the hell are you making?

"Phew, phew... That's..."

One of my favorites in previous life.

Or, basically, I've never seen anyone dislike egg food.

(Ahhh... No, if it's Barrot, you can't have someone who can't...)

Barrot.

Also known as Hobylon.

It is a boiled egg formed by a chick about to hatch.

Some of them are famous.

Especially since I've never eaten in my last life.

So, this time.

All I make is a bowl of parents and children who love it.

Tine asked me to buy some chicken if I could get it, but she bought it with me as a wish.

Delicious, isn't it, parent-child bowl? It's easy to make.

There are various egg dishes, but as an arrowhead Japanese, I also want rice.

When that happens, the candidate is a bowl of parents and children or egg-wrapped rice, but raw foods should be avoided unless they are Japanese chicken eggs.

So I chose the former.

"Chicken on a chicken egg... is that it?"

He looks unusual when Mr. Fennel hears what I make.

Naturally, there doesn't seem to be 'this guy' in this world.

"Yeah. Name it, Parent-Child Bowl"

"Both mother and child, because we make it into ingredients? I don't know, a cruel name...?

My mother pulled me off a little bit.

"Well, my sense of naming is that I'm not going to make it at this point, as long as I keep it."

The lack of mitsuba touches me, but with soy sauce, it's a world where you can make a lot of things.

I've already made Mirin Mushrooms with eel, so it's easy this time.

"Al's dishes don't just use soy sauce..."

Because I was a resident of that world......

The intensity of the sauce is also important, but more importantly, the softness of the eggs.

Parent-child bowls should be fuzzy.

Sometimes when I eat at the store, I feel fine and stiff coming out......

(The problem with fuzz is Salmonella after all...)

Considering sterilization, five minutes at temperatures above sixty degrees. I'd like to heat it up for twenty minutes if I could, but that would make it harder.

I have no choice, so this time, I will substitute it with the magic of purification.

If you want to sell it, you might have to throw away 'Softness' from the start.

But a hard bowl of parents and children isn't delicious...

This area is also something to think about from the "foundations" of the chicken egg problem.

"Mm-hmm! You look fluffy and beautiful......!

My mother is happy to see my platter, but the fact that it is bright yellow is not arrowy funny.

Without Mitsuba, don't be really sorry......

For that reason, serve up My Mother and the High Elves, and then the wasted maids who keep sitting there without going back to work.

And for the last time, it's Fee's share.

I want this girl to eat a saggy stand.

"Ho. Done. This is the Parent-Child Bowl."

"Whoa whoa whoa! Looks delicious! Phew, I have a feeling you'll like this! Everything you make is delicious! Phew, I like it!

My Angel brightens me up with a big bowl, but it's too bad for a single bowl of rice for me to cook. I wanted to make some more things.

But not enough chicken eggs.

No other dish is better this time than giving up.

At last, that's why there's no change!

........

I look at the basket.

There were several eggs there that were excluded for Abel.

In the Ments here, he said, "Let's eat Abel's share too!" No one suggests.

No one hands on that one.

That Mighty Char is in the final coordination of drug development for the 'Mud Case' - apparently.

Although the special effects themselves are already made, they take data from the "body" of parasitic species and assume multiple patterns of mutation and evolution to make medicines that can handle different versions as well.

I thought you could do that.

"... I think I can"

And because you said so yourself, the medicine will really be finished soon.

So maybe I won't be back today.

But I might come back.

At that time, in 'Nothing we've all eaten', it's too pathetic.

Chicken eggs should be left behind.

But then again, we have kids at home who eat a lot.

(My child's appetite is not enough...)

You'll put up with it, but I can also feel it starving this girl.

Well, I have a solution.

"Mother made the stir-fried vegetables and soup."

He finished the side dishes and juice while helping me with this one.

Mr. Henriette, Mr. Fennel and Mia also tried to help because they could cook, but this time the kitchen is rented out by the Crane Putt family.

"Fee, too, thanks for washing the vegetables, huh?

"Hehe...! Huh, that helps! And get compliments! Lots and lots, why not! Phew, I like it!

My Sister is jumping to see if the dish is complete and tense.

"So let's have it before it gets cold?

Everyone nodded at Mother's suggestion.

"Here you go!

Align your voices and start lunch.

My sister, who grabbed the spoon, happily carries the bowl of parents and children to her mouth.

"~ ~ ~ ~!"

And I shuddered puffy.

"Yummy! This is delicious! Phew, I like this! Phew, that's amazing!

The blue lady is sparkling.

But the other Ments react similarly.

Apparently, the father and son bowl have an excellent reputation.

"It's delicious...... Huh! Not only fluffy, thick eggs, but the soup that simmers them stains the rice, adding more depth to the flavor. You're not" just put it on rice, "you're designing it to assume eating with you from the beginning! Excellent...... Huh!

That's what Mr. Fennel said.

That said, this guy, he had a gourmet suspicion.

"It tastes good, the boulder is Al."

On the other hand, Mr. Henriette, while looking delicious, occasionally tries to contemplate.

In the case of this vice chairman, when I bring a new product, I always think about where to sell and share it at that point.

Again, maybe, yeah.

And Tine, whilst pounding her tongue drums, has hit me with doubts.

"Same goes for the eel thing, but the food Master Alto makes, as Fennel says, is supposed to be eaten with rice, right? I also ordered a dedicated earthen pot, and is it strong thoughts on any rice?

"Huh? Oh, no. I just like rice, yeah..."

Because it's Japanese soul food. I don't have a choice.

"Oh, delicious! Al, oh, that's delicious! The boulder is your mother's proud child!

So thank you, thank you, for not thinking deeply about My Mother.

Please stay put forever.

"It's delicious. It is regrettable that chicken farming is not flourishing in my Baron Venink territory. But when you can cook so much delicious food, it's going to be very difficult to execute an operation to grab Altokiyun's stomach."

No maid, you were up to that...

But as everyone puts it on their mouths, it seems true that they liked the taste of the bowl of parents and children, eating fast.

Still, members who know 'no change' are saving somewhat.

"Yes! Parent-child bowl, delicious! Phew, I'll eat more! Ha ha! Phew, I want to change!

Here's one toddler poking out a bowl-wrapped deep dish vigorously.

Well, as far as I'm concerned.

"Look, Fee. Relax, you're gonna bite and eat a lot, okay?

"Yeah...... Huh! Hehe, hehe, thanks! Phew, I chew and eat often!

Sister hands on second cup with a full smile.

This girl eats like she's really happy, so she's worth making.

"Al...... Already..."

Your mother noticed.

I mean, everyone but Fee, you saw me for a second.

Where the hell did you source My Angel's 'change of mind' from?

The answer is simply, I didn't eat much, did I?

The taste of Japan and this one.

If there is an amount you can understand the difference, that's enough.

That's what I thought, and I made it a little smaller in advance.

However, if it was too obvious, it might give me extra worries such as ill-health, so I devised it to serve it as though it was hard to tell.

(I love Fee's eating face...)

And I was able to double check.

I guess it's good, it's good.

But from there on forward, it became an unexpected flow.

"Yantine"

"Ha."

When Mr. Henriette spoke to the High Elf of the Security Department, suddenly I was strapped to my wings by Tine.

"Huh...!? What...!? What's wrong?!?"

"Already...! I didn't realize this. It's also my downfall, Al! If a kid can't do it, don't do it! Yes!"

Vice Chairman Henriette, with a slightly angry flavor, "meh" me with his finger.

And right in front of me, Mr. Fennel pokes out the keys on the bowl of parents and children.

"It's also our adult job to feed bad kids properly. Master Alto, are you prepared? Yes, uh, yes."

Looks so happy.

You're not angry at all, are you?

My mother, too, is nodding, yeah, to the behavior of the high elves.

Hi Elves, are you going to force this alto crane put to eat a bowl of parents and children!?

But there, one who gets furious......

"Meh! I'll, uh, I'll give it to you, that's, uh, the job! Just Phew! Phew, I'll feed you! And then, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

For reasons of exclusivity stripping me of my appetite, I hung on to the High Elves.

"Oh, it's dangerous...!

Mr. Fennel is struggling to keep the bowl of parents and children on the spoon from falling off.

"Ugh! Altokiyun...... Since you all seem busy, this me, Mia Villemaine el Venink, who is the exclusive maid of Alto Kyung, will feed you dinner. Yes, uh, let's do it, shall we?

Fucking maids!

When did you become my exclusive?

But being fed by Mia, I don't know why, is an unparalleled humiliation!

I'll fight you!

I'll fight you!

"Kufu...... With an immobile body, how long can you escape the endless devotion of this Mia sister? Execute the care of Mi Childhood in a worthy way...... This is what makes you a made-up."

It's a roundup of personal desire! What a jerk......!

The dining room door opened quietly as the noise was raging.

My teacher is back.