35 ④ Kamado and Harvest

The days that followed were even days of studying giva meat for the overthrow Donda-Lou - what can I say, it may sound as if he was restless and cooking all his meat, but of course that's not true.

That's because it's a woodland side where you can't eat what you have to work, so there was also a side where you were forced to do more manual labor than ever to do your job properly and yet to secure materials for research.

In physical terms, it is first and foremost the securing of firewood.

Without firewood, you can't cook meat.

Besides, I was burning with enthusiasm to use this as an opportunity not to regulate any temperature at all. Just Kamado.

Well, it's going to take years to decades to extremes in a real sense. I've only been able to handle very loose fire regulation so far because there was only one haunt in Ai-Fa's house.

Once "Giva Soup" is simmered over high heat, cook carefully over low heat in the second half. That's about all I could try to adjust at best.

But there are many tears in Lew's house. This makes it possible to use high and low heat by moving the iron pan during cooking. This made it possible to bake solid, normal-sized hamburgers instead of miniburgers - this "maintenance of low heat" was quite difficult.

It's not like dealing with frying pans on a gas stove.

Whatever the case, firewood is all out of shape, so it has to end up as a gauge.

And the iron pan used by the woods is so thicker than the frying pan that instead of having a slow heat conductivity, its firepower is strong once it warms up. The difference between the senses in that area was also quite troublesome.

I put it in my eyes yesterday that I wouldn't burn it anyway, so although it was the great failure that drowned, the fire was too weak to let the gravy escape? The anxiety cannot be plucked. With all that anxiety, Donda-Lou and I can't get back together.

So first of all, "regulation of low heat" was the primary gateway for me.

Which fire burns when firewood is loaded, and which fire burns, and which temperatures will it reach? Adjust the amount of firewood, look at the size of the fire, check the smoke condition, and know the condition of the cooked meat. It was a battle with guts, and also the beginning of an endless journey.

Anyway, burn even firewood and cook meat.

In the house, etc., it's hard to get annoyed already.

At this time, I envy the environment of the Lew family, which is covered in the open, and has more than one Kamado, but nothing begins where I envy the riches - or I just stared at Ishikawa woodpeckers, but there were those who didn't.

Of course, she is the only cohabitant and mistress, Ai-Fa.

On the first day of the study, that is, from noon on the day I made my return from the Lou family. With all my strength I was working on the study, but when I returned from the woods in the evening, Ai-Fa saw an indoor tragedy muddled by fat and firewood smoke, and said, "What are you doing?!," he furious.

Because in order to defeat that Gibba father, it's an essential study. I tried to make my mistress feel better with a little bit of love, but she kicked me in the ass with "stupid or you".

And I said,

"Then I wish I could make kamado outside the house," he said.

Not at all, scaly from the eyes.

There are no carpenters, architects or interior designers by the woods.

This house was all made by hand by the people who lived there.

"Without Kamado, I'd have to starve to death. I'm not sure how to make it."

But it was two years ago that Ai-Fa's father died, when Ai-Fa was only fifteen years old.

And since then, Ai-Fa has been out of interaction with the forest dwellers, and has survived only by his own talent.

Can you imagine me coming from different worlds and not knowing how to make such a frontier?

In other words, although I am from different worlds, I do not think that it is the standard that I am up to the age of fifteen.

I even think that Ai-Fa's father, as if he had foreseen his young death, was suddenly transferring all the knowledge he could have to his daughter.

But there is no easy way to pursue such a thing, nor is there any desire to pursue it.

I even praised Ai-Fa for saying, "Wow, you are" and congratulated her on her presence.

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So the afternoon after we returned from Luu's house, Ai-Fa and I were supposed to encourage Kamadu to make it.

I was expecting this, but this is another shiatsu heavy labor, and anyway, I use a pull plate from the rock to carry the affordable rock, even, and build it up behind the house. It is its turnaround.

The place was set directly behind the house.

It would be more convenient not to see from the surface, such as the appearance of burning firewood while the sun was still high, and most importantly, there was only a shrub behind the house with a height and abundance of bushes that would protect the body from sudden heavy rain. I think we should build a decent roof based on the shrub.

Whatever it is, carry the rocks.

That's how I build it up.

It is a conical table like a round mountain, with holes at the top and front, and the contents are sooo cavity, so of course it does not just pile up into shape. Connecting the rock to the rock was the "clay" that Ai-Fa brought back from the woods.

Bring back a gray rock mass that is only present on a special rock, crush it, and dissolve it in water. Bechachacha sticks to his hand. He struggles with its viscosity and tries to hone it between the rocks. Once it is in shape, he tries to get the firewood out.

Once again, the clay is refined in places where the airtightness is insufficient or where it has broken or collapsed while baking.

When such work can be turned back five or six times to prevent smoke leakage by hitting it, mix the muddy sand with the clay and melt it slightly loose, then apply it externally and internally.

So if you can fry the whole thing with fire and cure the clay - it's done.

"Ugh! Sweaty!...... but you can make it in just one day!

But the sun had already hidden its appearance at the end of the west by more than half, and the white smoke of the evening had begun to gather around.

"... I'm hungry, Asta," said Ey-Fa, who sat on the ground, too, just can't hide the color of fatigue.

"Right. Because of this, why don't you use our kamado to cook today? If it's soup or hamburger, which one do you want?" "Hanba-gu"

Most of the time in a sitting position on the ground, I looked back at Ai-Fa.

I = fa said, "What?" and look scared.

"No, that's awesome - thought it was an instant answer. We were in Hamburg yesterday, too, so this is going to be the fourth day in a row, okay?

"……………………………………"

No, you don't have to put that between you.

Well, I stuffed it in the middle of work and only baked the Poitan, so the main dish can be anything. Grinding meat is a little tricky, but it's cheap if you think of it as a thank you to Ai-Fa for crushing half a day and helping make kamado.

I was thinking about that, and I-Fa called me out again.

"Asta"

"What is it, Ai-Fa?

"Yesterday, Hanba-gu ate at Lew's house, it was big"

"Oh. In my world, I guess that's the normal size"

"... Hanba-gu made in my house, why is it small?

"Is that it? Didn't I tell you? You have to use high and low heat to make it that size. Strong fires alone burn the surface, and weak fires alone make it hard to cook and the flavor escapes outside. That's why I have to cook it in small pieces."

"Right."

"Oh, yeah"

"Asta"

"What is it, Ai-Fa?

"... now I have two tears in my house"

"Oh. As long as you're happy. But inside and outside the house. Well, it's hard to carry an iron pot. It might be hard to use it in a single dish."

But that's where my thermoregulation skills have improved, and I can't put that into practice in cooking. This guy's in trouble, or so I thought - Eye-Fa's eyes were burning with Run Run in the dark.

Thus, the next day, it was combined with a stage in which a second kame was installed in the open air.

sloppy.

Cancer

Pepper.

Boo.

Pepper.

Boo.

Done.

Before I was lined up like my twin brothers, I went all over myself.

"Ugh! Sweaty! Two days in a row creating kamadu or something, too much! My arm is already bread! I don't know if I can cook like this."

When I cried as I went to the ground, the eyes of Ey-Fa, so intricately distracted, stared at me.

"No, I'll make it, okay? I said make it. I'm gonna make you a big 'Gibba Berg'!... So don't cry?

"Who cries!

"Good for you then.... and now we can finally start researching baked dishes in earnest tomorrow! I appreciate it, Ai-Fa?

"Hmm."

"If you think about it, I'd like you to try the BBQ dish for Donda tomorrow. Hamburgers are eaten today."

"Damn you..."

"No, nothing, because I'll make it whenever I want to.... Hey, don't cry, okay?

"Who cries!

"Hmm. You really like hamburgers, don't you? If you eat all that hamburger every day, it's not Ziza-Lou's say, but it really degenerates chewing power..."

So, something caught me.

The ability to chew, degenerate...?

If it degenerates.

What's gonna happen?

"Well," I thought with my hands between my eyebrows.

"Well sure... I guess..."

"What's up, Asta?," Ai-Fa faces with a serious face.

The tip of my golden brown hair is a little snaggy on my sweaty cheeks, and it's kind of - just a little colorful.

"Yes, no! I could just reconfirm the direction of the dish. Now look forward to cooking as good as a hamburger because it's chewy."

"Speaking of which," I decided to express my doubts since then, stretching my tentacles of thought around a bit.

"Hey, Ai-Fa. I'm supposed to be making kamado in two days, and I'm kind of more helpful, but is hunting better? Now you haven't hunted Giva in nearly ten days, have you?

"It doesn't matter.... At Lew's house, there was an unexpected harvest," he said, teasing his fingertips at the necklace that lowered to his chest.

Eight fangs and horns are gained, just like I am.

Indeed, the necklace, which originally had about six or seven givahs, has grown considerably in volume.

"The fact that I was rewarded with eight bottles means that I had two givahs. Is that Aria and Poitan for 20 meals?... you've only been deceived once, and it's a broken reward."

"It's a legitimate reward. For you."

Ey-fa snaps as she stares at which flame it burns with the bees.

"And no matter how much you walk in the woods, you can't hunt when you can't. The forest is endlessly spreading, but the areas where we can step in are very limited. We can only stretch our legs to the realm of getting home within that day."

"Hmm. That's a good story."

"But if we hunt Gibba around the settlement that way, there will be more fruits and small animals there that are Gibba's favourites, and the Gibbas lurking in the depths of the forest will move their dwellings in search of it. That way you can hunt all you want again."

"I see. You've got a proper cycle like that coming up."

But the burden of Ai-Fa has multiplied beyond the increase in my presence. I also don't think it's that easy to talk about.

One head every ten days for a single breadwinner and one head every five days for two is the minimum norm. Please, may the period of abundance come before the accumulation of Ai-Fa diminishes - and I prayed in my heart.

Then Ai-Fa brought back a huge horn and fangs the day after that.

"There was a giva hanging from that pit where you fell," he said.

And the day after that, he brought back even bigger horns and fangs.

"It took me today. They almost broke my knife."

Fighting Gibba is life-threatening.

I'm ashamed of myself for praying about something abundant.

And furthermore, the day after that - what a return of a slightly younger Gibba of fifty kilometers size, alone in charge.

"Like I was told, I tried to drain blood. It probably would have worked because it had been moving for a long time while bleeding"

Instead of me, who was burning firewood in an outdoor kamado, Ai-Fa sat down almost to collapse.

Its body is covered in sweat and dirt. It looks very painful. Why are you breathing rough?

Naturally. Not as small as Gibba, but in the 50-kilometer class. It's a weight that shouldn't be so different from Ey-Fa's own weight.

"Are you all right? You're so lame."

"It doesn't matter.... Give me some water."

I hurried back into the house and drank a glass of water with a pattern.

I notice Ey-Fa's arm shivering as he tries to receive it, and I gently tilt the pattern in Ey-Fa's mouth.

Drinking it up in one breath, Ai-Fa took a louder breath and lay about as it was.

My shapely breasts go up and down hard, and I have a little trouble getting my eyes done.

So I shifted my eyes to Gibba, who is next to Ai-Fa in a friendly line.

Head and, blood stained around his throat, sadly closed his little eyes, Gibba's carcass.

She is small in length, but she seems to be fat and fat.

Because the corner is bigger than the fangs, it's probably a young giva of a male.

"... we still have nearly half the meat left, don't we? You didn't have to do that."

When I say it, Ai-Fa has turned a grumpy eye, keeping it in big letters.

"What are you talking about? In five days' time, those meats will be ready to start hurting too."

"Yeah. But then, you know, you drain blood in the woods and you just take your legs home..."

"Though it would be better for you to say loudly from time to time that it would be a shame to throw away Giva's torso?

Closed his eyes and breathed still a little disturbed, Ey-Fa said dissatisfied.

"How can you make me difficult? Was my job extra?

"That's not true!... I appreciate it. Thanks, Ai-Fa"

Ai-Fa opened her eyes and glanced at me.

"... if you are grateful, let it be revealed in action"

"Yeah? How should I reveal that?

Ai-Fa cursorily wakes herself up, pointing her lips a little bit, and looks at me with an upward look.

"… today, I want to eat Hanba-gu"

Even though it has only been two days since I asked for a tasting of baked dishes, have I already developed withdrawal symptoms?

But I'm gonna give you a big nod.

"Okay! If you judge this guy, I'll get right on with it! Hungry and wait for me!

Ai-Fa nodded her neck with a slightly strange look on her face.

That was a truly unnatural look, as if desperately suppressing a floating smile.

If I could see my face like that, I wouldn't like it, but I'd be in the mood. And I didn't have to breathe heavenly.