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Chapter 188




Chapter 188: 188
From a few shock words, I ask the store owner for an errand because I’m finally settled.\n
No way. The Savior, it’s impossible, it’s never possible.
From Mr. Druid’s point of view, that would be Sola.
“That’s what the rich guys seem to have done with the wheat, and they’re losing food faster than they thought. I put restrictions on it. Yeah, but it seemed a little late.”
“Damn, what a bunch of them. You’d help each other at times like this!
Your sister makes a little noise absurd.
Sure, the behavior at times like this will echo later.
“So, the Alliance has asked me to spread” Kome “early.”
“Really? So since when?
“What about now?
From now on?
Are you ready… don’t you?
I also have rice, and I have chosen as many sauces as I can harvest, so I can make large quantities right away.
“It’s okay. Uh, do you want to make it at the store?
“Right. I think that smell brings people closer than any other word. Just enough to make you ignore the resistance.”
It did smell fragrant and appetizing.
Ah, just remembering, I’m hungry.
“Ivy, if you don’t mind telling me how to cook” Kome “
“Fine. Even so, I’m still in various stages of trial and error.”
“hehe, thanks”
Your sister is really beautiful.
Fluffy or fluffy, I feel like a soft breeze blowing when I’m nearby.
“Eh, what do you need? It’s a pot, right?”
While moving to the cooking place, make sure you have what you need.
“Yes, and a crate of bana trees.”\n
The two of us split up and get ready.
Adjust the water by adding rice to the pan.
I feel a little humid today.
So just a little less moisture.
“I hope it works”
“It’s okay, because even if you fail, there’s a pile of ‘kome’ in the warehouse behind you”
“Really?
“Really? Speaking of town gates, it’s the opposite place, but we only grow ‘kome’ in the wasteland. So, all the things that people who live there bring are ‘kome’. He doesn’t seem to buy it out much in other stores, because my stepfather almost buys it out. There’s only a lot of Kome. I fight with my husband about rice that goes to waste every year, but I like the way my stepfather does it. I want to keep going.”
Awesome, the owner.
Is that it?
Wouldn’t people living there improve their wastelands or something to make other food?
“Um, aren’t the people living in that place trying to improve the soil?
plowing, putting fertilizer… what do you say, pioneering?
I feel something different……
“It seems that for some reason the land will not improve no matter what it does. I think I bought it out of this town without knowing it, and the people who live there say they can’t get around.”
Yes, it is.
Whatever you do, it doesn’t improve the soil, it’s tough.
“If rice spreads and more people buy it, they might make enough money to move to other lands.”
“What? When Ivy” Kome “becomes popular and sells for a certain price, I don’t think we need to travel.”
Hmm?
Oh, well.
He said rice grows properly even in the wasteland.
Your previous knowledge got in the way and you assumed you needed a lot of land.
Previous knowledge and present knowledge are messy.
“You did. Good luck for those who live there! \n“Right. I’m gonna shame my husband for telling me to stop wasting my time. That’s me, you bastard!
… Hey, don’t let Mr. Sirella’s blackness show your face.
Beautiful roses have thorns?
Hmm?
Also, previous knowledge?
If it comes to your mind unexpectedly, you need to be careful because it’s going to be in your mouth.
The smell of rice cooking spreads to the cooking area.
Somehow this smell is horrible, isn’t it?
Grab the lid of the pan and pray a little.
It seems to pull around when you put it in your attitude, so calm down.
Hope you’re cooking well.
When you open the lid……
“Good. It’s cooking well.”
“It’s true, it looks delicious. I know the amount of water that’s more or less, but is it always the amount with you?
“No, it was humid today so I reduced it just a little bit”
“I see. All you have to do is repeat it a few times.”
You’re adorable to be thinking about, Mr. Sirella.
I want to be such a pretty woman.
“Well, give me this.”
“Ah, let’s transfer it to a wooden box and cool it down a bit before gripping it. It’s too hot in the current state.”
I tried gripping the cooking stand once, but I regretted that so much.
The distorted rice balls weren’t more distorted and shaped and they’re hot anyway!
“In the meantime, you’re making sauces.”
“Oh, I kept a paper from my father-in-law that said a percentage of the formula.”
\n“Ivy, the amount of water, you think this is good?
Check the paper the store owner brought.
It says the amount of rice and the amount of water when cooking.
“Yes, I’m fine”
Mr. Druid cleverly moves me to the place where I stack and bake three crates of bana.
“Thank you”
“Fine, well, good luck baking”
“Ah, I’ll soak up the sauce.”
“Cyrilla, you can’t have a pinch.”
My wife brought me a brush (peel) to apply the sauce.
Stuff is not going to do that.
“It’s okay. Because I plan on eating guts without stuffing.”
You can’t really see it, can you?
“You can’t do that.”
“Oh, there’s a box at the bottom for Mr. Sirella.”
“What?… Oh, you’re the guy who gripped it in”
Yes, the first few, they’re still gripping pretty tight that you put too much effort into them.
Exactly, I was just telling you that I wouldn’t be able to get it out.
So for Mr. Cyrilla.
“Grilled rice balls, grilled rice balls!
As I soak up the sauce on the rice balls, there’s a pretty grumpy Sirella singing from next door.
Turning his gaze, he is happily soaking the hardened rice balls with sauce and already starting to cook.
Smells fragrant.
Ah, I might want some too.