Rice for Enoch's Second Expeditionary Unit

ground beef wrapped in wheat dough

He told me to wait a while, wait at the front door.

Five minutes later, Mr. Zara came back.

"I'm sorry. Blanche did it upstairs, so I think he'll be fine."

"Thank you"

I felt bad, but you just have to get used to it one by one. Today is about greeting for now.

I said I would go inside.

"Queer ~"

Amelia also said she would interrupt properly.

Zara's outfit of the day has her hair knitted into three pieces, dripping from the front of her chest.

The outfit is on a grey collared jacket, black trousers.

"You're still dressed as a man today, aren't you?"

"Yeah. This one's easier these days."

"I see."

Maybe the womenswear was Mr. Zara's arm, I can't believe it. Though imaginary.

As always, it is a beautifully organised and well cleaned house. Were you burning any incense? It also smells good with flowers.

I was shown to the living room today.

Bright red carpet on white wall. White bench on a chocolate-colored table. In the large fireplace, a medicine can was suspended. Two and making sounds like they're about to boil.

"This is a stylish room."

"Thanks"

It's all used furniture, and they bought it overlapping inquisitiveness.

The tablecloth (tablecloth) is the textile of Mr. Zara's hometown. A white snow pattern is woven into the blue land.

Hand me a souvenir here. I bought it to taste, bean nectar entanglement.

"Oh, this is my hometown treat."

"Really?"

What a coincidence. Zara said she missed it and was narrowing her eyes. Is it because of your mind that your eyes look moist?

The medicine can rings from pi to pi. Apparently, it boiled. Made me tea that smelled like flowers.

While picking sweets, get to the point.

"I thought it was time to move."

The dorm must be cramped.

"Yes, it is."

Amelia cannot live in this house, although she was previously invited to live in Mr. Zara's house. So we need to look for something else.

"Actually, I was invited to come to the Marquis de Liechtenberger's house to adopt my son."

"It's a personal emotion, but I can't recommend it."

"Yeah, I don't like it either"

But given Amelia's future, I can't even say anything personal.

"Then let's talk to the wife of Count Evahardt's, who's keeping our blanche"

"You're Leezelotte's grandmother."

"Yeah, but he's a hard man."

Talk with your head in your arms. Good per capita Zara says so far, what the hell is the wife of the Evahardt family...

"On my next vacation, I'll keep a heads-up so I can visit, okay?

"Yes, thank you"

Once the consultation has settled, I am invited to make lunch now.

"I'm sorry, I was trying to get something ready."

"No!"

I was wondering if I should go somewhere for lunch - I've been wondering. But I didn't really want to take Amelia around, so to be honest, it's very helpful.

Just move on to the beautiful kitchen in the example. It's been a perfect day.

"Today, I'm going to make a ground beef wrapper for wheat dough."

"Wow, that looks delicious"

Needless to say, it is the local dish of Mr. Zara's hometown. They boil ground beef wrapped in skins made of flour and put it in soup to eat.

Let's start with the skin.

Add water, eggs and salt to flour and mix thoroughly. If the fabric becomes shiny, wrap it in a wet cloth and leave it for about thirty minutes.

"Next time, let's make equipment."

Den! and placed on the cooking table were pork chunks. Apparently, he minces it with a knife.

"I knew it would taste better to make ground beef from a chunk of meat"

"Oh, Mel, I know."

Mr. Zara quickly ground a pig pig. I've thought about it before, but I'm used to cooking.

Vegetables next.

Rubbed onions (Luke) and chopped onions (Luke), they add both.

The onion (Luke) makes tears when chopped.

"It's a tear phenomenon, because the cells of the onion (Luke) break and another substance develops."

"Really?"

"The trick to not cry is to keep the onions (Luke) cool before cooking. Then, using a knife that cuts well"

"Ugh."

Zara apparently hung onions (Luke) outside in the morning. So I was ready.

So chop up the onions (Luke). Although.

".................. Ugh!

"............ oh?

Me and Zara in tears for some reason.

"I'm sorry, Mel. Today, I think I failed."

"Well, there are days like that."

I made onion (Luke) grated and minced with tears loose.

Season with other medicinal garlic and salt and pepper and mix with ground beef.

It's time to get to work on skin making.

Chop dough into large bites and flatten with noodle sticks. I made about thirty sheets.

Wrap the ground beef seeds you just made in that skin. A large small ground beef wrap is completed.

Boil after wrapping. If you float, it is boiled, so I took it off.

Cut hot water and serve on a plate and pour vegetable clear soup from the top to complete.

Wear it at a desk in the kitchen.

I gave Amelia the fruit she was bringing from the house. Apparently Blanche only eats morning and night.

"Speaking of which, you said Blanche's meal costs quite a bit before, but you don't have any support from the Phantom Beast Protection Department?

"I'm not cooperating with records or anything. So I almost had to pay for it myself."

"So you were"

Thick support from the Phantom Beast Conservation Authority, apparently, had conditions. If you don't submit your records every day like I do, you don't seem to be covered.

"The cost of raising her is not a story that has just begun, and the process is cumbersome, so be it."

"I see."

We all have a lot of situations.

"Let's eat before it gets cold"

"Yes."

I've never cooked anything like this, boiled flour skins before. What does it taste like?

Cover the ground beef wrap with a spoon and eat in one bite.

"Wow, hot..."

Second Atsuatsu of the day. Totally incapable of learning.

Make sure it's cold with your tongue, then bite the skin.

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My mouth is full so I can't speak but it's delicious!!

The skin has a good thickness and a motchy texture. The gravy overflows from the torn area, expanding the flavour of the meat.

The onions (Luke) are shaky and sweet.

"How's it going, Mel?

"It's great!

Snow Country food was unimaginably delicious.

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On the way home, the crystal I keep on my doorstep catches my eye. It's a little smaller than a flat hand, a herd (cluster) shaped object.

"What's this, Mr. Zara?

"Oh, that's a magic measuring crystal"

Anything, they say people who haven't had magic measurements from their doctors at enlistment test their magic power.

"Weigh the amount of magic by the color you touch."

You think this is an invention made by the Magic Institute?

Nothing glows when there is no magical propriety, yellow if there is some. Green if it's there. Blue if it is common.

He said, "If it glows red, it's from the lab."

"What do you mean?

"It's an impossible amount of magic, so they're going to be watching it."

"Wow, that's horrible"

Zara apparently glowed pale yellow when she joined the army.

"Worldwide, wizards tend to decline, right? So they want me to contact them if it turns out to be completely yellow."

When the yellow comes out, you think you have to get a magic education?

"So they gave it to me so I could look it up every day."

"That's right. But this looks expensive."

"Like some phantom beast protection agency, the magic lab is supported by the rich."

"Really?"

When Zara took it, it glowed yellow.

"How come so many people stick to magic when they can live without it?"

……

As for that, it should be noted that it is still in an indescribable state. It's complicated.

Place it on the flower stand on the front porch and the crystal will return transparent again.

"Um, can I touch it?

"Yeah, I don't mind. If it was, I could break it."

"No, no, that's not true"

I just want to touch it because it's somehow beautiful, and I don't know if it stains slightly yellow like Zara's - what a bottom line. Absolutely.

Put a little crystal on the palm of your hand.

If you're going to indulge in the rugged touch of the surface and put it on a flower table...

"Huh?"

"Shh."

Twitching, luminous crystals.

It turns green after dyeing yellow, and then it turns blue, and...

"Mel, let go!

"Huh!?

At the same time the crystal turned red, the crack went in.

Mr. Zara grabs the crystal that was flat in my hand and throws it at the front door floor. The moment it fell to the ground, it cracked and scattered in pieces.

Mr. Zara draws me in and shelters me from the fragments stabbing me.

"The, Mr. Zara, are you hurt!?

"It's okay. It didn't seem to splash that far"

One ho. It looks like Amelia, who was behind it, was safe too.

"But what the hell is that..."

Hold me, Mr. Zara whispers in her ear.

"What I just saw, 'cause you can't tell anyone"

"Earlier, what?

"Magic Red"

No, that must be a mistake. That being said, Mr. Zara shakes her neck to the side.

"Looks like Mel's village doctor checked you out as unwitting, but the other way around."

"No, it can't be."