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About six days have passed since the black-haired youth settled down temporarily. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info) TXT eBook download

Although it is said that the expenses of the orphanage have inevitably increased because of the addition of personal guides, it has not reached the unbearable Cheng dù. In addition, the black-haired youth who live temporarily will also help the work of the orphanage, which is generally beneficial to the orphanage.

During these six days, the young man became acquainted with the children of the orphanage, and the days continued as always.

It's just that there is one thing that makes Art feel sleepy.

"Mei, aren't you impressed?"

Walking on the street because she needed to go out to buy ingredients, after hearing the question that her brother had already asked for the third time, Mei, who was walking next to her, shook her head silently.

"Really? Sure enough, don't you remember? ”

Obviously he already knew his sister's answer, but Art couldn't help but ask again.

Six days earlier, Mei had been stunned for a moment after seeing the man, but had not fainted like she had been. But when he asked her, May said she didn't know him.

Unable to speak, Mei just shook her head, but it was more than enough to express such a simple meaning.

Art, distracted by this thought in his head, thought as he walked, when suddenly, his slender hand grabbed the hem of his clothes.

It was Mei who grabbed him, and when he came back to his senses, Art found that a thick wall was standing in front of him.

[Brother is so strange. 】

Mei scribbled with a pen on a cheap notebook. Then turn the notebook and show it to my brother who almost hit the wall.

"I'm sorry. I was a little distracted just now. {

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[Are you thinking about Roland?] 】

Art was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's useless to think about it now. The people here don't know about the rewriting eye, so let's live a good life in this world. ”

Although more than a year has passed, he is now completely different from the same person he was when his village was burned down by Roland's soldiers. Of course, this world also has its own troubles, but compared to Roland, this place is like heaven.

The bottom line is that no one will see May as a monster.

In this world where there is no replica eye, even if Mei is the owner of the replica eye. Those who hear it will probably only ask a little sleepily what the copy eye is.

For May, this is undoubtedly the best of the world.

[Brother? 】

"It's okay, May. This time, I will definitely protect you. ”

……………………

"Lost. Totally lost! ”

The dejected young NV lowered his head in frustration, so that Art, who was standing next to him, didn't know what to say.

"It's okay, Theresa. Theresa's food is delicious, I know that! Right, May? ”

Mei, who was standing next to Art, nodded, but just when Art was about to make the lost young NV play jīng in one fell swoop—

"Oh! This... Why is it so delicious? ”

"It's just the ingredients that Theresa usually uses!"

"This kind of craftsmanship is terrible, what if I can't eat it in the future?"

There was such a voice.

"Woo......"

"Wow, Theresa is going down! What to do? ”

[Playing jīn shows Theresa a small notebook with words written on it.]

At this point in the moment, Art looked at the kitchen room. Because of the limited space, the orphanage's dining room and kitchen are connected. Standing in the position of Yat, it is easy to see the figure of the "chef" standing there.

To be honest, that's not enough to describe it by cooking.

The action of shaking the iron pot is so skillful that it seems that it has been exercised for decades, the kitchen knife in the hand is wielded cleanly, there is no mud and water at all, and even the huā carved out of carrots for decoration is so flawless, so beautiful that people are reluctant to eat it.

With this hand, those restaurants in the city will probably come to poach like crazy. There is no way to connect the "chef" in front of him with the young man about ten years old who asked him how to cut the potatoes a few days ago.

It is said that there seem to be such people in other places, and just as Art thought so, the last dish was served.

"What kind of talent, is it limited to cooking? Or ......"

The orphanage looked at the table in front of him as if he were thinking about some profound question, and at the same time ate at a rate that did not resemble an old man at all. Art, who witnessed it, began to worry about the dean's body.

"Hmm. That's basically it. Don't you eat it, Art? ”

After nodding his head as if he had confirmed something, the black-haired young man turned his head to look in the direction where the three Artes were standing. The food on the table is rapidly decreasing. If you don't do it, you will probably have to go hungry.

After the black-haired young man walked in, Theresa, who was about to turn gray, instantly came back to life on the spot and became a jīng god.

"Why can it be so good! Can you teach me? Teach me! Please! ”

"Well, I just did what was written in that book, and that book was given to me by Theresa, wasn't it?"

It is true that all the dishes made by the other party are the dishes that appeared in the book, but Theresa, who also regarded the cooking textbook as a book of enlightenment, could not accept such a reason at all.

"Liar, why is it so much worse to do the same according to the book!"

"Even if you say that, it's ......"

Genius, such a word came to the mind of Art, who was standing next to him. That being said, this kind of existence itself seems to be a genius like cheating, and he has seen it for the first time.

"Speaking of which, we should think of a name first, shouldn't we?"

For no reason, Art said.

"Well, although it is said to be amnesia, it is indeed time to think of a name."

"Let's call it steak!" It's a proposal from a little boy at the dinner table who is gobbling.

"How about being called Kikuhuā?" A little nv kid who likes huā very much.

"Just call it a pot." This was Theresa's wistful speech.

"Everyone, get serious, by the way, do you have any good ideas of your own?"

Considering that if you don't stop it, it may be possible to have ideas like "chrysanthemum huā, pot" and other things really get through, Yate hurriedly said.

"Moon ......"

"Huh?"

The black-haired young man, who seemed to be thinking about something, said calmly.

"If you call it, use it." (To be continued......)

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