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Chapter 388




Chapter 388: 388
“Evening.”\n
When I’m cooking dinner, I hear voices from behind.
Turning around, Mr. Ginal approaches with his basket in his right hand.
“Good evening, as your father said.”
“Hmm? What do you mean?”
The whole village has been noisy since around noon today.
The reason for this was that the adventurers who had told the investigation into the woods had returned.
“Because the investigation team is back.”
“Oh, sounds like you’ve been hanging up on that rumor since noon.”
“Yes. So your father said that Mr. Ginal would be here with information by the end of the day, so I should make it for dinner and wait. Oh, are you ready for dinner?
“Dinner? No, because I’m just back from my guild”
Good.
Well, I made it into a dish like you could tell me you didn’t want it, but I’m glad you ate it.
“Would you like to eat with me?
“Are you sure?
“Yes, because I make more.”
Meat marinated in sauce in golo soup of meat and vegetables.
I also make a lot of salads so no problem.
“Right, thanks. Ah, there’s something I need to ask you, okay?
“Yes?”
Staring at Mr. Ginal, a nervous face for some reason.
Tilt your neck to it.
“No, I didn’t look much like Mr. Druid because I thought
 sorry”
“No, because the blood is not connected”
“Really?
Hmm?
A little confused look?
“Yes, but I became a family a while ago”
“To my family?
“Yes, I filed a report in the village of Hathahi”\n
I remember how I felt then, and I smile.
No, my face hurts.
Put your hands on your cheeks for a second.
“Hmm?”
I look at him wondering because Mr. Ginal is silent.
I’m serious about something.
I wonder what it is?
Is there something about being a family?
“Witness

 no, it’s nothing. Good for you.”
“Yes.”
I feel like I said something, but you were too small to hear me.
I wonder what it was?
“Ivy, is this good for the meat?
Your father brought me meat wrapped in pana leaves.
Receive and confirm.
“Yeah. Thanks”
With that said, Mr. Ginal’s the only one here.
Were the other two going to your father’s place?
“What about Mr. Garritt and Mr. Fische?
“I got a desk in front of the tent, so I’ll be there.”
See the amount of meat your father brought.
About 6 people instead of 2.
The dinner invitation seems to have been a success.
“This was sauce pickled with fruit papasi bought in this village, right?
“Yes, it’s the first time. So look forward!
It’s the first fruit I used, so it’s a little exciting but delicious to taste.
Later, the question is how soft the meat has become.
I always get nervous when I start using it because there are fruits that soften me and fruits that don’t change.
Until now, there’s been no fruit to stiffen the meat, but one day you’re going to fail. \nI tried this fruit called papasi with a small amount of meat and it got a little softer.
I’m looking forward to a well soaked condition now.
“Mr. Ginal, all you have to do is cook the meat, so please wait at Mr. Garritt’s place.”
“Oh, right. This, a souvenir.”
Bring me the basket Mr. Ginal had before me.
When I receive it, it smells sweet.
“Snacks?
“It’s a popular treat in Wang Du, called Fina. Find it in this village stall.”
Fina.
Take a little of the white cloth hanging from the basket and see what’s inside.
Beautifully lined baked confectionery.
“Looks delicious. Thank you.”
“No, it is. I’ll take it when I have something to take. Which one?”
“Uh, can I ask for a pick-up plate and a glass?
“Oh, I’ll take care of it. Looking forward to it.”
“Yes.”
Mr. Ginal drops him off at Mr. Garritt’s and then goes in to finish dinner.
The meat is not so thick that it can be cooked immediately.
The soup that was simmering was also finished with the last adjustment.
I’ve already made the salad on a large plate, so just get it out of the magic back.
“I’ll carry you.”
“Thanks”
“Ivy, did Mr. Ginal say anything to you?
“What? Uh, you don’t look much like your father. You said you were family a while back, but you couldn’t?
“No, no problem
 you don’t look alike, do you?
“Hmm?”
“No, it’s nothing. Don’t take this.”
Father walks out in the direction of the tent with a large plate of salad.
He was whispering something, but what?
\n“Hmm? Oh, I’ll have it”
Tell me and your father how it went, as it were, the spoon Mr. Fische had.
“” I’ll have it “”
Mr. Ginal and Mr. Garritt are calm.
Again, these three are funny.
“Yummy. What, really yummy”
Mr. Fische is a little excited about his soup.
When I ask softly about the other two, they both look happy.
When I was sneaky happy with it, your father snuck up on me and said, “Good for you,” I nodded.
“This meat is so soft. What kind of meat is that?
“It’s the cheapest Melme I’ve ever had.”
“What! Melme? That hard meat?
This village of Hataca has livestock production, and it is Melme that is kept there.
A mocking-looking animal whose whole body is covered with white hair.
It is kept a lot because it is relatively easy to grow, but the meat is a little stiff.
The flavour is unique and delicious.
“Yes, that’s Melme”
“No, no, it’s that hard meat, isn’t it?
“Isn’t that right?
I don’t know if there’s any Melme besides the Melme I know.
“Um, it’s a livestock breed, Melme.”
When I ask a little anxiously, Mr. Garritt panics a little.
“No, because Melme is hard meat. It’s like another meat when it’s softer.”
I see.
Surely I couldn’t imagine it softening this far either.
The melt I put in the soup seems mellow.
The roasted meat is also juicy and soft.
I baked and ate a little to see how the meat tasted, but honestly it was stiff.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you it was Merme”
Two people nod at the words, Mr. Garritt.