I offered a bowl to a woman with a smile.
Fear comes from a woman who receives it with a little confusion.
I want you to rest a little longer, but I donât know what to do.
My father was as confused as a womanâs fear.
Anyway, every time you call, you tremble.
I decided to eat something warm and it would calm me down a little, but is it okay to eat it in this state?
A womanâs gaze alternates between me and my father.
He seemed scared, so he was sitting a little further away for breakfast, but shouldnât he be a little further away?
âI, I, I, I, I, I, I, I. Together,â
âAh, is it okay if Dad comes over here?
A woman nods to my words.
I donât know what to do, I see my father.
âDonât let me come any closer.â
My father starts eating again just a little by my side.
And a woman with a slightly relieved expression.
Iâm scared, but do you think itâs okay?
âEat while itâs warm.â
I thought it was good for digestion and made it from my old manâs memory.
It contains vegetables and meat, so it seems good for the body.
If it is slowly simmered and softened, it should also be good for digestion.
âThis is my grandfather. Itâs delicious.â
It tastes so nostalgic to me.
Eating one bite gave me a gentle taste.
Ah, but did it taste too thin?
Itâs just fine for me, but what do you think?
When I saw a woman, she stared at me.
And when I tilted my neck, I suddenly strayed.
âThe flavour may be a little thin. If itâs thin, add salt, so please tell me.â
The woman nodded and swallowed her uncle with a spoon and carried him to her mouth.
âHey, hey, hey, hey, hey.â
The womanâs mouth rises slightly.
A woman who nods and eats her grandfather many times in my words.
My father also showed such a relief to such a woman.
âUncle, is it so delicious?
âItâs delicious. But I donât think it tastes good for your father.â
My grandfather made it to suit me, so it has a thin flavor.
âFufu, wait a minuteâŚ. yesâ
Put two mouths of your uncle in a small plate and give it to him.
My father leaned his neck as soon as he could eat it.
âDo you really want to taste it?
âNo, I feel the taste. Well, itâs thin.â
âEh, you know what it tastes like?
âThatâs a misunderstanding.â
After all, I said that cooking with a light flavor doesnât taste good.
âThe usual smell? A little thicker?
âI didnât. As usual.â
Really? It is thin, but I definitely feel the taste. Well, it would be better if it were a little thicker. â
Does this mean you want me to make it stronger?
But youâre a digestive grandfather to a moving father?
I need to make a lot of them.
Ah, Iâm not ill, so should I put on a side dish?
I like it, too, and I think Iâll make it.
But there are two kinds of flavors.
Intense flavor and light flavor.
After you finish eating, put some tea in your father and me.
âSierra, youâre late.â
Shortly before Sola came under me, she came out first and quickly ran away somewhere.
I am a little anxious because it is an unusual action.
âItâs okay. Because Sierra is strong.â \nâYeah.â
Why donât you come home soon?
âUm⌠yes, thank you. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.â
After eating the contents of the bowl, the woman seemed to have relaxed a little.
I hope you donât get scared anymore.
Now Iâm going to make you some tea.
I smiled at your sorry expression.
When I put the tea in and gave it to her, she lowered her head and received it immediately.
My mouth moved several times, but I drank tea without saying anything.
In your fatherâs words, the woman stops moving.
âIf you donât want to say so. I just want to talk about whatâs coming. If you want to go somewhere, you can escort me there.â
A womanâs gaze moves around.
He looked at me and my father several times, then opened his mouth and closed again.
âUm, nama, eh, in Maria, IâŚâ
Maria. Okay. Iâm Doloid, and this is my daughter, Ivy. Nice to meet you. â
Youâre not scared more than you were before dinner.
The eyes of Maria, who looked at her father and me, slightly shaped the smile.
From the moment I saw my father and I, my eyes were always frightened.
I honestly didnât know what to do.
So, just a little, but Iâm glad that Mariaâs expression has changed.
âSon of a bitch. I canât⌠I canât hear you.â
âDonât worry about it. It is properly conveyed. And if you donât know, Iâll ask you, so donât give me any more explanations.â
Nod to your fatherâs words.
There are some things that are a little short of words, but there is no problem.
âNo, no, no, no, no, no, no. Nana, no, no, no.â
Was it forbidden to talk?
When I spoke, I felt uncomfortable in my throat.
Iâve been talking, so are you surprised by the sudden movement of your muscles?
So, if you keep talking, will it be normal?
\nEven though Iâm in front of you, I can hardly feel any sign or magic.
Ah, signs and magic are back.
âWhat happened? Turn it off.â
She hugged Sil, who had arrived beside her.
I checked my body from top to bottom, but I am not injured.
âHmm? What are you adding?
Sierra puts something on my hand.
When I look at it, I see 10 little purple fruits.
âEh, Sierra, is this Pascal fruit? What? Maybe you were going to get this?
I mean, why is Sierra so proud?
Iâve never heard of it. What is it?
Iâve never heard of it when I studied tree nuts and fruits, but is it famous?
âHa, what if I suddenly disappear? You must have noticed that.â
My father strokes Sierraâs head.
Her tail is a little more intense than usual.
âAh, no, no. Megasa, Tatsukiâ
Oh, maybe Iâm afraid of Sierra.
I look at Maria in a hurry, but I donât know because Iâve been scared forever.
âMaria-san, this is Siel. Itâs our precious family.â
Siel nodded happily at my words.
After seeing it, Maria softened her expression for a moment.
It was a moment, but it was a very soft expression.
âIvy, whatâs going on?
âNothing. Whatâs more pascal than that?
I wish I could keep that look on my face forever.