In the end, Fee was supposed to be watching me as my mother stuck around.
Right next to you, for some reason, Pooh is looking at me with her eyes shining.
Mr. Dorothea is also looking at this one with a flicker, so it's kind of very hard to do.
On the other hand, Grandpa is dead on the couch and Tartar keeps eating rice at my pace.
What I'm trying to do is really nothing.
For once, in this world, it could be what it already is.
First, thoroughly wash the rock fruit.
Then cut in half and squeeze the fruit juice.
Hand squeezing is a hassle.
It would be convenient if I had a juicer or something, but I don't have it in this house, and in the market, I haven't seen it for a bit.
Could it be a merchandise?
That's how I store the fruit juice.
I smell a twinge. I can't stay like this, but Mai Angel and Po Wako, who don't bitter the sour ones, said they already drank.
The next thing you need is sugar and water.
Mix this in a little bit with the fruit juice and bring it closer to the smell and taste as I remember it.
"Yes! Phew! Phew, I want to drink that too!
What I'm doing is tasting, but it looks like I'm drinking alone to this girl.
"Fee. Just bear with me a little longer. Because I'll make it taste better, and then I'll give you a drink."
"Ngu...... - But if you say so, Phew, be patient..."
Visible and showy.
I was a little heartbroken by the way I was holding my finger.
Resume work.
Adjust the mixing ratio.
It's still too sour.
Add water. Add sugar.
Mostly, they're getting closer.
That's how I repeated the trial and error, and I was able to get a drink almost as good as I remember.
"Okay! I don't like the purple color, but this would be good!
"Yes! Phew! I want a drink!
Have you eaten fast?
I made this for my grandfather.
But a brother is a creature that gives top priority to his sister.
None at all.
Fee Pour it (...) into your favorite cherry colored mug.
For some reason, my mother and Pooh are waiting in order with an empty cup.
A silent reminder. I can't say no.
"-! Oh, this is delicious! Phew, I like it!
"Mmm......! Less refreshing, more sweet......? You like this, too? of Rockall's fruit, new possibilities......?
"Oh... That's so easy to drink, huh? Just dilute the fruit juice and add sweetness, something that will change this far......?
Hmm.
Apparently the reaction is superior.
I'll take that drink to Grandpa.
"Go ahead. Grandpa"
"Oh, thank you..."
My grandfather carried the cup to his mouth with starved eyes.
"Oh, this is so easy to drink! You used Rockall's fruit!
He reacted to me more than I expected.
I don't know, you didn't see me making it.
"Yeah. The fact of the matter is, people who exercise prefer to eat, right? I wonder if it works easily for fatigue or something."
"Oops. Rockall's fruit is also said to make it easier to get tired. Still, that's easy to drink. Unlike simple fruit juice, you might be able to have a new drink and a cloud,"
"Yeah. Shall I take it from where I exercise and call it a 'sports drink'?
"Oh, sports drinks! That's good!"
That's right.
The taste and smell of this sour fruit juice resembled a sports drink in the Earth world.
So I stepped that if I diluted and sweetened it, something close would surely be able to reproduce it.
I honestly don't know about the nutritional value or anything.
But given the potency of Rockall's fruit, it wouldn't even be that far off.
"It also works for hangovers and stuff...... Sports Drinks"
"Whoa. If this is all easy to drink, even a hangover - huh? Al, why are you hanging over?
"Huh? Oh, no. I said it was easy to drink, so I just figured it out...!
Jeopardy. My mouth slipped...
Because you're tired, Grandpa hasn't pursued you any further.
Meanwhile, Mr. Dorothea seems to be drinking in the kitchen as well.
"Oh, delicious. I'm sure it's easy to drink, even if she's a total loser. Awesome, Al! The boulder is my grandson?
"No, Mother. Al, you're amazing because you're my kid, right?
"Boo! No! Yes, but it's amazing, and it's just...
What kind of argument is that?
Pooh, on the other hand, is silently drinking sports drinks.