42 ② Meals

We were able to finish cooking loosely.

In two of the four pots, the "Giva Soup" boils like a pile, and on the top of the dish is a baked potato. All you have to do is wait for the guest to arrive and cook the meat.

"Hey Asta... are you sure this is good...?

And Vina-Lou, who was sitting tight against the wall and holding one of his own knees, called to me worried.

This time, she was looking to take on a little responsibility.

"The feast is important, isn't it? I'm not sure..."

"It's okay. At the moment, no problem."

"Then after this..."

"Please do as planned"

Vina-Lou has cuddled his own knee and scowled at me with a very grudging flush.

I don't care, but it's pretty erotic to see that big breast crushed to your knees and deformed with buzz even from the top of your clothes.

"Asta, maybe... you're trying to sacrifice me because you don't like being complained about...?

"What is it? There will be no reason for me to imitate Vina-Lou like that."

"What a disturber I am to Asta...?

The other women relax on the surface to get cool.

I guess that's why I've cut out such a topic, but the doorboard stays open, so I'm in a bit of a hurry.

"Well, I mean the interrupter, my thoughts are as we talked about before. I just sincerely hope Vina-Lou throws away some crazy ideas, I am."

"So... even if I could change my mind, I couldn't bend my mind...?

On its smooth cheeks, the redness comes just a little again.

"You think I did that to you just because I was going to?... I think I can do that to my biological daughter who can't abandon her manipulation after being 20...?

"Yes, no, so the"

"Ahhh... Rutim's son, who is coming today, is also one of the ones I stuck in my dowry..."

And now I hide my face with my knees.

"If I fail so badly in such a man's wedding celebration... I guess the parents of Rutim will thunder me again... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Well, I hope it's all right! Because if Vina-Lou fails, I'll decide that's all my fault! Let's just say I did everything! So let's just say when you succeed, it's a Vina-Lou honor, right!?

Vina-Lou gives me a flush from behind my knees.

"That's what I'm going to say, betray you on the earthen...?

"I won't betray you! I swear on this santoku knife!

Then this time, the slightly drooling brown eyes moisten up somewhat glossy.

"Something's wrong... now how am I supposed to bend my feelings?... I feel like I'm just getting cold, being nice, being good. Wow..."

Then what would you do?

And so I was coldly truncated from behind, "What are you fussing about alone, you are?"

Apparently, I was the only one who made a loud noise. My spine gets cold due to my breadth.

"Looks like Rutim's parents are here. Isn't that a good time?

But my heart tightened once and for all with such a single voice.

"All right! Let's get started, then! Vina-Lou, please follow the steps!

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"Oh! You're the last person to live in Fa's house!

When I took on the pot of "Giva Soup" along with Meer Ray-Lew, I was suddenly greeted with such a loud voice.

A strange big man keeps holding back on his seat.

He's no better than Donda-Lou, who was lined up next to him.

No, that's right. Your upper back may beat Donda-Lou, but the width and thickness are tremendous. I'm wearing a vest similar to mine, but that's just an outfit that's caught on my shoulder, and my nagging heartbeat is booming.

Besides, his head is a rugged bald head, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, big nose and mouth, and a brown mustache wrapped around his broad mandible. Brown skin and ethnical outfits go hand in hand, making it look like an Arabian great demon.

Now he's smiling and broken, but if this Goren does explode his fierce passion, he'll want to make the world look good, even if it's not Vina-Lou.

I installed the iron pan on the body for insulation, then broke my knee and gave it a try.

"My name is Asta and I'm a family member of Fa's house. Together with the women of Lew's house, we have deposited Kamado today."

"Whoa. Somehow they prepared a delightful dinner unlike any other house. Right? We're all together if we get into a giva meat or something, but it's funny as a story seed! Looking forward to it, Asta at Fa's house!

"I hope you like it."

Responding in extremely dangerous polite language, "Then" I rise.

Anyway, I'm an apprentice cook in a mass cafeteria, not a french restaurant chef, not a cook general. I have only been taught about greetings to customers and so on.

Meer Ray-Lew, who brought the pot with him, started making fun of the guests as they were, and I headed to the exit of the room.

So, at that time, we also observed the remaining guests.

Above the seats lined to the left and right, each has a strange face of a man and a woman.

This must be the Rutim family trail son and his fiancée.

The groom's name is Gazran-Rutim.

Truth be told, he's a big man.

If it's just your physique, you may not even have lost to Giza-Lou, the eldest brother of the Lou family.

Or, next to him, the Giza-Lou himself refrains, so there was nothing else called rolling.

Each Father's Hall is only a giant man, but his trailed sons are also strongly drifted with an even-handed and successful flesh, the style and pressure they deserve to be responsible for the next generation of parents, something like quiet majesty.

Its Gazran-Rutim face has a large makeover of his eyes, nose and mouth at the behest of his father, and instead of not fattening he has a square, fractured contour, which may not be so masculine.

However, the appearance of cutting all the brown hair neatly and quietly glowing the dark blue eyes seemed very rigorous and sincere, and this kind of person seemed to be good if I were to be my husband, or something like that, and I thought about it on my own.

The bride on the other hand, I think, was named Ama-Min.

Ming's house is a middle-class place in the family of Luu following Luu, Rutim, Ray, and Tito Ming is also from.

In other words, when they dowry, the women attach their original surnames to their names, indicating their origins.

If Tito-Min dowries into the Lou family, she will be Tito-Min-Lou, and this daughter will be Ama-Min to Ama-Min-Rutim in seven days.

Um.

It is a secret I want to take to my grave that when I was given such a lecture, I snuck in my heart and made absurd delusions about "I fa-turmi or..." etc.

Then it would still be "Asta-Fa". Whatever it is, it's the extreme of hard work, such as encouraging delusions that are unlikely to materialize. Ah. Jannachau Yomo.

Whatever it is, it is Ama-Min, the bride.

This one is not too thin and too thick anymore, as tall as she is, she looks in good health, she is neatly stretched and she looks like a very well raised daughter.

The black-brown hair is actively raised and bright light on the pale blue eye. Seems clear and serious, but he hasn't looked a bit scared, and quietly awaits the start of the feast.

I can't believe how old I am. Is this the calm of the women who refrained from the wedding? Raina-Lou, the same generation as well, feels a lot more childish.

Well, if you just try being a seventeen-year-old half-baker to me, innocent, brighter girls will look more attractive than your daughter, who looks calmer than her age, and if you add to that, you're usually more like a bobcat with an eye that's direct and kicks people in the legs if you do it cool - so that's good, hi.

Whatever! They were two very fitting young men.

I'm kind of distracted by the fact that I use these two wedding celebrations as an ingredient for weird wins and losses.

And the person who brought such a victory and loss, as his wife said, had a much more grumpy face.

Even when I greeted your neighbor Mitsuhito, he jumped his gaze in the same direction as if he were not, and he's been pouring Gabagaba and fruit liquor for a while now.

As I went further with my legs, I noticed in my mind that I didn't drink too much and couldn't understand the flavour of the dish, my twisted gaze began to tease me from below.

He is the second brother of the Lew family, Darm-Lew.

I was the only one who didn't see each other when I visited three days ago.

That would mean we haven't seen each other again in about two weeks. As usual, he has a vicious and tight look like a wild wolf, making his father's father-in-law glare gleam.

If you hadn't looked so noisy, you'd probably be the best man in the Lew family. Because of my history with Ai-Fa, I cannot forgive only this young man his heart.

That's why I put a lot of effort into my eyes and looked back - and then he looked away at why it felt so unnatural.

I wonder what it is. I can only ask from that frivolous side of the face a look of terrible remorse. I have no idea, Jen.

I tried to leave the hall as I returned the meeting to my youngest brother, who was wearing a cheek wand as if I had been tired of waiting beside him, and to my youngest sister, who was waving cheerfully with her three pointed sisters.

There comes Ai-Fa, Vina-Lou and Raina-Lou, who have carried another pot and a plate of Poitan.

"Ooh!? What the hell? Is that really food?!? While I heard Dan-Rutim's amazing voice on my back, I headed for how long.

It was already getting dark around, but there is no anxiety at the foot as there are a number of candlesticks installed from the entrance to the back of the building.

Eventually, when I arrived, I waited for the women to return, along with the tension before the showdown.

"Sorry, I'm stuck talking to you. Guys, we were in the mood for that roasted Poitan. Okay?

All returned, along with a healthy old man.

Okay, then.

It's the beginning of the outpost.

"You'll have a lot of opinions, so I'll take your plate to the top."

That said, when I reached for the main dish of wood, Meer Ray-Lew called me "Hey, you".

"I guess you're really gonna be okay, huh? Wasn't there a more convenient way to do it?

There's always a serious look on that bright and languid face, a little scary.

She is the majesty of her husband, who has made seven children to carry out the work of the house.

My mother would be about this age if she was alive, or something, and I answered.

"If it was going to be easy, there was only one way to stay out of Lew's house. I don't like that, so I decided to fight with my parents, although it's a little rough."

Meer Ray-Lew's face, surprised, shuddered.

And I laughed.

"I get it! I can't get around to the pavilion lord's enemies, but I'll back you up so you don't get killed, and then we'll have a fight!

Bassin, and got slapped in the back.

It hurt unscrupulously, but I was happy.

"Then," he said, holding a plate in both hands and leaving between the two sides.

Then he said, "Wait. Don't go on your own," Ey-Fa, who put up a plate in the same way, hastily followed him on his feet.

"What are you going to do if those big guys go backwards? You don't have the power to protect yourself, don't move on your own."

"No, it's not like we're gonna have a fight when we say it."

"You're saying it doesn't matter if you get hit all of a sudden, right?

"... probably die"

"If it is," Ai-Fa says, turning to me. "Don't leave me."

If there was an afterlife, I might be able to paranoid myself as a princess, etc., so much so that Ey-Fa's face was like a prince with pride and majesty.

(I mean, is it like the next life?)

It's my second life.

I think I'm really happy that it seems that way.

"Thank you for waiting. This will be the last plate."

Together with Ai-Fa, enter the hall.

In the upper seat, Donda-Lou and Dan-Rutim.

On the right hand side are Gazran-Rutim, Ziza-Lou, Dalm-Lou and Rudd-Lou. Plus, Lara-Luu and Limi-Luu.

On the left hand side, Ama-Min, Tito Min-Lu, Sati Ray-Luu. And then there's the vacant seat, three seats for the Kamado number.

Behind Sati Ray-Luu, Kota-Lu is bluffing in the cradle.

A total of eleven pairs of eyes, with the exception of that infant, greet us either sparklingly, or grumpy, or untouched.

With those gazes full, me and Ai-Fa headed to the upper seat.

I dedicate plates to the two parents, and I-Fa dedicates plates to their trail sons.

The moment I dropped my eyes on its contents.

Donda-Lou's eyes burn with passion.

Dan-Rutim said, "What is this? Huh!," exploded the anger.