Tanaka family, reincarnated.

Cook in water until the oatmeal is tender in the pan, then add the milk and taste with the excess salt.

It's not good enough to be called cooking, but I tried to make it with the image of milk porridge that I used to call it in my previous life.

The number of children increased, so the water was soaked, so it became a little shabby porridge, but thanks to the salt, the taste is not bad.

"Okay, done"

While Emma doesn't know she's turning around, each of the kids is in a row with a cup.

"Ah here! You guys, this oatmeal is for my brother, right? It's not a cookout."

The boy pays attention to the kids, but doesn't move hard. We're all hungry.

"There's plenty of them, so it's okay."

Receive the cup of the child in front of you and let the milk porridge moddle go.

"Be careful, it's hot"

An injured man woke up wondering if he was caught in the smell while the cocky, nodding children were eating milk porridge moddles while hoofing.

"... that? Who?"

Find the three unfamiliar brothers and twist their necks.

"Ah brother!

"Hugh? What are you doing?

A boy hugs a man.

"Stupid brother!! I'm worried about you!

He's slapping a man in the chest with a trick he's going to hear the sound of the effect of saying it's pompous.

The man at heart doesn't seem to know exactly what happened, and he forgives the boy while under attack that doesn't even hurt.

"Hugh, calm down, I'm sorry you don't know something, okay?

"Brother, he said he could die! Silly. Silly."

You were so anxious. I cried out while riding on a man.

With that said, I recall getting hurt yesterday trying to stop the carriage too close.

No wonder and no pain. The injured leg is worn by something purple.

All right, all right. Georg offers a milk porridge modoki to the man stroking the boy's head.

"Rice, are you going to be eaten?

I get a man's throat because of you... but I don't want to take it.

"Where did you get this from? Hugh? You? Again, you wouldn't be sleazy, would you?

"I'm not stuck! This is what they gave me!

He is unnecessarily suspicious because the boy trembles at the words of a man who is not far away without hitting him.

"Please eat it before it cools down. You can think about it later."

To Georg's word, a man receives a milk porridge modoki for no reason that he can refuse his first meal in a week.

"Good!"

After a bite, I carry milk porridge modoki into my mouth obsessively.

"Please chew slowly and eat well. Your body will be amazed."

Emma speaks to the man as she turns to the children, but she doesn't seem to hear it.

By the time the mass-made milk porridge modoki is emptied, William finally explains what happened today.

"I mean, Hugh, I thought you were sleazy."

A man turns back to his three brothers by giving a dick to Gothin and the boy.

"I'm sorry, this guy is my disciple, but he wanted to make a living on a sleigh until he met me, and once he's in pain, his habits get worse soon"

I return that the three brothers have nothing to laugh at and care about apologies that I don't think are the words of the man who lives in Slam Street.

"Besides, I don't know how to thank you for getting me dinner ready for my injury... Thank you, honestly. I say Harold. I'm going to take care of the kids around here."

"No, it happened to be something we could handle, so I'm Georg, and that's my brother Emma and William."

Emma is dressed as a boy too, so I'll say brother.

"Oh, I'm Huey. Call me Hugh."

The boy who gets a cock laughs softly as he rubs his own head.

Looks like Harold woke up and finally got his smile back.

"Still, I feel like I have a lot of little kids..."

Georg, who came and went several times today with the slums to and from the suburbs, was wondering. Even if you look at it all the time, it's just a little kid smaller than you or Emma, and when you get into the slam, you don't see an adult. The only person who was there was the skinny man in front of me.

"Lately, I haven't had a problem with my job. Growing up, we can all graduate from slums when we're old enough to work because there's more places to hire us out of slums."

For some reason Harold seems a little proud to explain that hard work has been a drag on the demolition and repair of a broken building in a coup, but this guy isn't working even though it's a working year......

"Well, I was unlucky yesterday. I got hurt and worried about these guys."

Men reflect firmly as they brutally stroke the heads of the gathered children as well as the boys. My stomach is filled and my kids visit my sleeper to reassure me that the man's injury is okay.

"You guys can stay here today, 'cause there's nothing wrong with wandering outside at this hour."

As it was, I was in conversation with Pompous and the man, but the three brothers had fallen asleep at some point too. Even without a soft bed or a warm futon, the nerves of the three brothers who fall asleep so much are diagrammatically thick.

The next morning, it was Emma who woke up the most.

It happened that there was a face in the position where the morning sun plunged in from the empty ceiling of the hole, dazzled and woke him up.

"Munya... Martha... glare... hmm?

I'm uncomfortable with the fact that it's not the usual soft bed feel and open my eyes.

I remember the day before when I saw Georg and William also sleeping side by side in miscellaneous fish.

"... is that it?

I don't see a man.

Make sure it wasn't a major injury, it should be a little longer before you can move around.

Where she went, Emma gently stretches and moves her stretched body, standing up.

"Stay!

"Oh, sorry."

All over there, the kids are asleep, so I step on one.

"What are you doing?

I look at Emma as the stomped boy rubs his eyes.

"I thought Mr. Harold was gone."

"Brother? Uh, maybe you're drawing next door?

"Do what? What, hey?

Emma leaves the room trying to find out for herself because the boy falls asleep again so she can suck in.

From the entrance to the next room, the light leaks many times more than the room I was in earlier.

Close your eyes to the glare and peek into the room.

"Wow."

The next room had all the front walls collapsing. It should be dazzling.

The blue sky was spreading in front of me.

"What? Did I wake you?

Harold notices Emma and looks back.

"Huh? What is this? Wow!"

A picture was painted with bright colors on one side of the wall behind Harold.

It was as if a real, delicate touch, illusory enough to imagine whether he had strayed into the botanical garden, was a flourishing experience that he could never think of as an amateur.

"You're good at it, aren't you?

The man proudly shows Emma the wall he uses as his campus.

"Yes. Looks real! The melee method can be drawn unevenly, and I don't feel uncomfortable with the way the shadows are applied... most importantly, the colors are great. This bright color, any paint would be hard to get out of it, wouldn't it?

"Hmm?? Oh, oh."

A man sees Pokémon Emma.

I am surprised by the unexpected professional praise.

I heard from Hugh that he is a child living in another slum, but as long as I can remember the conversation last night, I feel properly educated and like an adult with the power to think for myself.

"You, what is it?

Harold stares at Emma in surprise.

Hehe and Emma look back at the man again with satisfaction.

It was exactly what I thought.

The difference between Harold and the boy's years, which Hugh boy called his brother, appears to be more distant than his brothers, than his parents and children.

Only Emma, with a spider on her head, had secretly noticed.

Maybe even with the ability to prepare for the spider without it, you've noticed.

An intelligent orange eye, a bossy but slightly darker orange hair color than the eyes, that is thin on the gully. I can see he's up and tall.

He was quite handsome.

If the king is a wild gatimchi ikeoji, is the man in front of him an intellisabkal ikeoji? It feels shriveled. This is good.

"Hey, let me see what you're drawing"

The colorful painting was painted with the same type of ink as the red ink that was pummeled in front of Joshua's shop, and it would have reached its purpose unknowingly, but Emma was eager to see Ikeozi paint more seriously than that.