Going up to the roof of the tower, the sky feels a little closer.
If you put a thin cushion over a waterproof cloth and arrange the dishes in front of you, it's the rooftop dining room.
There is no wind. I also brought a knee to combat the cold, but they don't want it yet.
Arrange two small demon guided stoves on the floor and place a net on top.
Where the heat had risen firmly, I began to bake some samma lightly slipped in the salt.
Samma on the net, it's quite big. Is it an illusion in my eyes that I feel silver blinking more than I did in my previous life?
Samma was a favorite of my father in his previous life, but my mother was fighting the dirt in the kitchen.
As a solution, the three parents and children, I remember often going to eat samma meals in the fall.
I can only remember the scene as if we had separated thin cloths, but I only remembered laughing and eating each other.
"Wolf, can you squeeze this?
Passing the cut lemon in half, Wolfe begins to squeeze over the cup with the pour.
He seemed to be physically fortified, and soon he was poured plenty of fruit juice.
Add ice to the glass and, when combined with distilled liquor and more water, pour more lemon juice from the top.
"Lemon, but you're not a carbonated whiskey."
Wolfe seems strange that it is water, not carbonated water.
"Yeah. I think silver knife fish (gintogi) would suit both carbonated whiskey and eastern liquor (azuzuki), but my father's preference was this one. Say," Samma doesn't have the right carbonation, she needs lemons. "
"I see. Darya's father's obsession."
"Yeah, but it's different for people, so I'll make it carbonated water if you like. If you don't want to get drunk or have a weak alcoholic drink, there are ways to put ice on lemon water and bring distilled liquor over it to enjoy the smell."
Lucia's classic of a friend who doesn't give a name, but is vulnerable to alcohol, is in this form.
Talking while drinking, the greasy smoke began to rise, along with the sound of patsy.
I can see Wolfe softening out in the fragrance of a violent samma.
Turning the burnt samma upside down, the fallen fat made a jittery noise.
Again, it looks pretty greasy.
"We have salt and fish soy, radish grated, chili powder and more lemon and shoga, if you like"
Arranging a plate of condiments and medicines, Wolfe corrected his posture.
It fits, but I've never seen it in this world with hatred.
Samma, just on the corner plate, was baked in a good color.
Remove the salted backmeat with chopsticks on each skin and transport it to your mouth with the white hot air rising.
I was a little too hasty, or the heat was above the taste, and Ha-ha moved my mouth.
The first thing I felt was the firm taste of my body, then the sweetness of the fat and the fragrance of the skin came late.
The unique flavour of autumn is so delicious that you want to tap your knees.
Wolfe turned right wondering, his eyes closed and he even chewed.
I decide not to speak to the palpable state that my mouth angle rises between chews.
When I finally swallow Samma, I exhale deeply, only a few sips of the water crack with lemon.
So he noticed Darya's gaze.
Still, Teri's glowing mouth changed shape and gave her a beautiful grin.
"Darya, this is so good..."
He really liked it.
The gaze toward Samma afterwards melts like a young man in love.
I don't know how many people fall in love the day Wolfe turns this gaze on me. I think it would be nice to eat at the tower.
As Darya went on to divide Samma with chopsticks, Wolfe began struggling to separate herself.
The dorsal side is fine, but it is difficult to take away as it approaches the belly, and the small bones are stuck.
"Does this have a knack for how to loosen up?
"You should put chopsticks in from the side of the spine, eat the top, then take the bones and try to eat the other side"
Here's the thing, I go ahead with the chopsticks while explaining.
Wolf is trying to imitate, but he can't get himself off nicely.
When Darya got his approval, he borrowed the chopsticks and divided them.
"Darya's good at splitting grilled fish."
"Wolff gets used to it, it'll be easy."
While talking, I carried my gut (wattage) to my mouth.
The gut (wattage) is only slightly bitter, but if you add a drug flavor to it and eat it in a bite, it tastes deep and good.
I guess it's pretty fresh, beyond a little bitterness, I could clearly see the taste of tide and fish.
"Darya, a silver knife fish (gintogi), something to eat there too?
"Depending on the person, silver knife fish (gintogi) in autumn is also good in the stomach or this gut (wata)"
In his own words, Wolfe mouths a small cut of gut (wattage).
And wrinkled slightly between his eyebrows.
"... a little bitter, I guess"
"You may also want to bring the radish grate and lemon together. with alcohol afterwards. My father said 'grown-up flavor' though. But many people don't like guts, so don't push it."
Wolff tries adding a little chili powder to the right flavor or to what he eats next. And he nodded loudly in the third bite.
"Ok...... this is delicious too. I see this is the 'grown-up flavor'..."
"I'm glad you understand."
The delicious taste of silver sword fish (gintogi) seems to have been successfully and fully understood by Wolfe.
"How can they call it 'Lower Town Fish' when it's so good? I still know the silver knife fish (gintogi), but I wonder if it's worth the flavor 'silver fish' or something? No, 'goldfish' might be fine..."
I know it was delicious, but I don't want you to name the ornamental fish of your previous life.
"Since silver sword fish (gintogi) are strong in fat, I wonder if they would be much preferred by aristocrats who rarely move their bodies. I think people who exercise a lot like knights, or young people who are fine with fat, would find it tasty."
"I'd be delighted if I took this on an expedition too"
"Hey I was wondering if that's tough...... because silver knife fish (gintogi) can easily get bad. Unless it's frozen."
"Wouldn't it be all right if I had the demon conductor freeze it and carry it?
When Wolf gets into one ingredient or dish, he tries to teach it around him.
He may not be aware of it, but the squad, of course, has recommended it to the royal castle, to Gouad and Jonas, and it is a completely agile area of sales.
"Wolf, do we need to get that far and take Samma on the expedition?
"Morale"
I convinced him to smile and say it out. Mostly that must be Wolf's morale.
If you continue to eat samma, you may get tired of your mouth due to the strength of the fat. So I put three bright yellows on the net first.
The corn is lightly boiled and lightly rubbed in butter and salt.
I really want soy sauce, but I boiled the fish soy sauce once and mixed a little sugar with the one that reduced the scissors. Apply that with plenty of brush and start baking.
The corn in Ordine is quite large in grains.
There are one or five times more corn than I ate in my previous life. The skin is just a little stiff, but it is sweet enough and I am happy that it is edible.
I baked what had already been boiled, so I didn't have much waiting time.
Wolf tilts his neck in front of the roasted corn sticking out of the plate in front of him.
I can't help it. They say corn stays in shape, and nobles don't eat it first.
I heard that corn itself, sometimes referred to as' common people's ingredients'.
But corn soup is also found in upscale restaurants, so what an irrational story.
"It's the way I eat this...... it stays the same at home, it's often a bummer"
"Bullshit?
"Bad behavior, but here's the thing"
And he held up and down the roasted corn, and Dahliah chewed it up, and gave it a try.
"I see, it's really a 'bummer'..."
"Wolf! There's a knife there, too, so if it's hard to eat, have it there!
I said in a disgrace and panic, but he also clung to corn in the same way.
And I stopped moving as it was.
"Sweet......"
I just said that with my eyes round the first time, and then I'm eating indifferently.
The figure looks like a young boy, a little cute. but I can't say anything rude like that, so I decide to continue eating myself.
It is indeed a very sweet and delicious corn. I was familiar with the sauce.
Smudging, Wolfe stared at herself. Precisely the corn you have, though.
"Darya's corn is so pretty?
"Take the corn in a row, with your lower teeth."
"Darya is clever. Hey, I'll try, too."
White lower teeth on each row, on a carefully and carefully eaten Wolfe, it's hard to stir up laughter.
When there were about three clean rows available, he admired it satisfactorily.
I don't know how many times, but can I tell him these things in the aristocracy?
It doesn't feel right, but it's too late.
As Wolfe moves to the second roasted corn, Darya puts a net on the small demon guide stove again.
"Samma, you bake extra"
"Thanks. I always treat all kinds of delicious things when I come here... kind of, me, not fed?
"Feeding, because Wolf is not my pet."
"... may be a creature fed with a delicious meal and returning to the green tower..."
"Well, we have to make a lot of delicious things so we can get back safely from the expedition."
Laughing at Wolfe's joke, he baked an extra samma.
"You've got a little wind... oh, the moon"
When I took a breather after a long meal, the sunset just fell and the moon looked close to the circle.
Weaken the light on the demonic lantern we had been wearing along the way, and the two of us look up into the sky.
"You've become a moonshine"
"Right."
Wolfe nodded at Darya's words, shaking the glass to the moon and shaking it loosely.
Dahlia also vacated the amber at hand as she saw him enjoying the light through Amber.
Steamed liquor a bit darker than it was when I was eating Samma makes my throat a little hotter and disappears inside.
We were chatting and watching the blue and white moon for a while.
During the course of the conversation, keep the glass where Wolfe became a cala.
For a moment I tried to pour more booze, my expression (Kao) shaded badly, turned into a cold grin, and quickly disappeared.
"Wolf?"
"... nothing. Just thought about something a little stupid."
"If you want to spit it out, I'll ask."
I take the liquor bottle as I say, and pour a little extra amber into his glass.
Wolfe started talking to the blubber, staring at the glass of distilled liquor.
"... my black hair is just like my mother's, but these eyes like fake gold, who do they look like? My mother is black, and my brother and father have blue eyes. My paternal grandparents are different. As long as I've seen him, he's not in any of the clans."
"Mother or perhaps more like your ancestors"
"Right. But maybe my father hates me because he suspects..."
"I'm sick, Wolf."
I covered my words to stop him from speaking.
I don't know what to say next and still desperately look for words.
"Uh, I heard Wolf's mother was a fine knight. Besides, your father saw you and said you were married. Then don't think about it like that. Wouldn't it be sad if a child doubted you? At least, I'd be sad if I were you..."
"Thank you, Darya. I got a little drunk. Forget it."
To him, who said as if he had returned to me, the face of Gouid, his brother, overlapped.
"Wolfe and Gouad look alike, don't they?"
"Me and my brother?
I guess I'm not used to being told. Asked back with a strange face.
"Yeah. Like the feeling of a frown in trouble or a laugh. And then, all of a sudden, it's like a surprise box where the story flies... if you look, I'm sure there's more. Ah! Don't you have similar liquor and food preferences?
"If you ask me, it could be similar..."
"My father and I wore alcohol and food preferences, too. I don't think it's just the way it looks, it's the way it looks."
"Right..."
Wolfe nodded slowly and gave me a very good smile back.
"That means my brother must love the salt-baked and roasted corn of silver knife fish (gintogi)"
"Wolfe, please, stop baking silver knife fish (gintogi) inside your mansion"
It should be noted that Darya's request was not honored.
It was only two weeks after the Scalfalotto family ordered a large quantity of deodorants and oil-draining detergents from the Chamber of Commerce along with an order for a small demonic stove.