115 113 Banquet Festival (1/2)
Back in the cooking area from the culinary guild, we were silently preparing.
Let's start with the spice mix.
Divide the spices by the flavour of the curry bread and combine each. It's not an exaggeration to say that this is where the taste depends. Mix carefully.
Hey, Ursi, don't cum. You can't just spice fly with your nose! Oh, if Fran sneezes, too, she'll have spices!
”In the meantime, I'll do the spice blending in the sword state.”
”Mmm.”
”Ku......”
I really want to cook with a split that I can taste or smell, but I can't use it for another long time. I decided to keep it until it was time to say yes.
Ask Fran to look down on the ingredients.
”Leave it to me.”
”On?”
”Hmm, there's nothing Ursi can do.”
”Cum...”
”No, I don't care if they say so.”
”On, on!”
”I know what you're doing.”
”On......!
”You don't have to stand up on your hind legs like that.”
My hind leg's shaking in a pull, all right? But what Ursi can do to help. Anything wrong?
If you can use a wolf, it's your forefoot or your mouth, right? Mm-hmm. Mouth, something...
'Oh, yeah. Would you like me to make you some butter?'
”Ooh?”
”Wait a minute.”
Removed from dimensional storage is a wooden barrel containing milk that I just squeezed this morning, purchased at the Lucille Chamber of Commerce. Use it to cook chicken curry bread. I originally make it with magic to shorten my time, but shall we try to get Ursi to work hard here?
I'll get Ursi back to her original size.
”Ursi, uh”
”O”
”Here.”
”Off?”
'Look, don't ever chew it up. It's a wooden barrel. ”
”Off”
'Then the rest is to shake that barrel. Keep swinging as long as you can.'
”O, off......?
'You're the one who said you wanted to help, right? Just do it.'
”O, off!
Taking my word for it, Ursi started headbanging hard. With this momentum, if you shake it for an hour, you'll be able to make tons of butter. Although Ursi would be a fluke.
In the meantime, I'm a spice mixer.
Golly, golly, golly, golly.
If I had concentrated and formulated, it would have been sometime in the evening. No, it was while I said yes.
Because of this, Ursi, who kept shaking his head for an hour, is still squatting in the corner of the room.
”Fran, let's stop the preparations and go see the Lunar Banquet Festival.”
”Mm. Street stalls”
'No, they have parades, too, don't they?
”Mmm, lots of delicious things”
”Ma, that's good.”
When I went outside, the road was already full of people. The outhouse is lined up, and it's like an edge date.
”You're lively.”
”Mm-hmm.”
”Huh? Are you eating something already?
”Mmm, squid roast”
”Bollybolly”
”Is Ursi boned meat? It's only been about a minute since I went outside. Hurry up, huh? '
I mean, weren't Ursi glocky until earlier?