CH 59

Ryleigh-kun prepared a fire on the wood stove, and in the meantime, Hurst-san and I decided to cut the onions and bacon together.

“Hurst-san, can you cut the bacon into cubes about the size of the tip of my little finger?”

“Yes.”

A large piece of bacon was quickly cut into cubes by Hurst-san’s hands.

Hurst-san cut it with a kitchen knife instead of using the [Grinding] skill.

When I asked to make shaved ice, the [Grinding] skill was very useful, but it seems that it was the work of shaving it thinly.

Hurst-san used a kitchen knife to cut things like this.

Then, when I was making the preparations, Ryleigh-kun finished preparing the firewood and called out to me.

“Shina-san, all that’s left is to light the firewood, what do you think?”

“Ryleigh-kun, it looks like it will take a little more time to prepare, so please wait for a moment.”

“Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Well then, I want you to sift the flour.”

“Yes!”

Ryleigh-kun had his hands free, so he sifted the flour that I had measured, and the rest was just cutting.

Making it for a large number of people doesn’t change the number of work processes so much, but the amount increases anyway.

We managed to finish the preparation and finally ignited the fire.

“Well then, Ryleigh-kun, please turn the heat to medium.”

“Leave it to me.”

Yes! Ryleigh-kun smiled cheerfully, and a blue flame came out of his hand and moved to the firewood.

Firewood requires a bit of a trick when it comes to lighting it, but if I leave it to Ryleigh-kun, it will be done in no time.

“As expected of you Ryleigh-kun.”

“That’s a good skill.”

Looking at the burning fire, Hurst-san and I called out to Ryleigh-kun, and Ryleigh-kun smiled embarrassedly.

I’m sure it that person with glasses was here, he would have been happy and said, ‘Ah. . . it’s fragrant, it’s fragrant’.

Yeah. Let’s forget it.

“Shina-sama. Can I put the pot over here?”

“Yes, wow, that’s a big pot.”

While I was deleting my memory, Hurst-san brought me a large pot.

It looked like something I’d seen in an elementary school lunch room, with a diameter that is enough to require being held with both hands and a depth of about 50 cm. It resembles a circular pot for commercial use.

Just put the pot on the stove and tart cooking!

“First of all, put the bacon in and fry it well.”

When I put the diced bacon that Hurst-san cut into the pot, the oil gradually came out of the bacon.

I used a large wooden spatula to stir the bacon so that it was cooked all the way through, and the bacon made a sizzling sound.

Seeing that, the eyes of Ryleigh-kun, who was standing next to me looking into the pot, were sparkling.

“When bacon is fried, it smells really good!”

“Yeah. ‘It’s fragrant’, isn’t it?”

This is the correct usage.

In the end, even if I want to forget, I haven’t forgotten.

Yes. That brother, who loves his younger brother so much, flickers no matter what. . .

While I was doing that, the bacon was on the fire, and the sound changed to crackling and jumping in the pot.

“Once the oil comes out of the bacon, the next step is to add the onion.”

“Then, I’ll be in charge of mixing. If it’s too much, it gets harder.”

When I looked at the state of the bacon and tried to add the onions, Hurst-san took over the mixing with the wooden spatula.

If you put a large amount of onions in a large pot, just mixing them will feel like physical labor, so it would be better to leave this to Hurst-san.

So, I put more and more chopped onions into the pot.

“Please cook the onions until they become soft and translucent.”

“Yes.”

It should have been heavy with a large amount of onions, but Hurst-san is mixing it firmly from the bottom of the pot, and it feels like he is using the principle of leverage.

After all, he must be used to cooking a large amount of food.

As expected of Hurst-san. He’s reliable.

“Ah, it’s been fried, so next I’ll add flour.”

“The one I sifted?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll bring it!”

Hearing my words, Ryleigh-kun moved quickly and brought me the flour that was on the work bench.

The sifted flour has no lumps and is fluffy.

“Hurst-san, the flour tends to burn easily, but I want you to mix it so that it doesn’t burn and the flour and oil mix well.”

“Yes. Please leave it to me.”

“Ryleigh-kun, turn it down to low heat.”

“Yes!”

While Hurst-san mixed it, I had Ryleigh-kun adjust the strength of the fire.

“Well then, let’s put it in.”

After confirming that Ryleigh-kun turned the heat down, I put the flour into the pot.

And when the contents of the pot where mixed, the bacon oil firmly mixed with the flour and the color changed.

The bacon and onions were coated with such flour and were a little mushy.

“Hurst-san, please keep it as it is. Now it’s until the flour is smooth.”

“Yes.”

From here on, the flour will burn easily, so i had Hurst-san mix it continuously.

So, I left behind Hurst-san and went to get the next thing.

“Okay, I’ll carry it. . . !”

Then, in front of a certain thing, add some enthusiasm.

“Eh, Shina-san will carry it?”

“Yeah, there’s no one else. I have unexpected strength.”

Ryleigh-kun, who was following me, seemed worried, so I nodded to leave it to me.

Hurst-san can’t leave the pot.

Ryleigh-kun isn’t the strong type.

That’s why I’m the one carrying the milk can. . . !

It’s obviously heavy, but that’s okay. I can do it. From now on, I will become Fufun Rush. . . !

I encouraged myself that I can do it, squeezing my hands several times before reaching for the can of milk.

But before I could reach it, the milk can started to move. . .

“I’ve finished cutting the bread. Should I take this?”

Surprised, I looked up at the person who moved the milk can, and there were fixed golden eyes.

His voice was blunt, but he did exactly what I was trying to do.

I felt a tightness in my chest as he lightly lifted the heavy milk can from behind and carried it. . .

“. . . Fufun Rush.”

Involuntarily, I muttered with gratitude.

After all, he’s already Fufun Rush.

Carrying a can of milk, the back is Fufun Rush.

“Hey! Something new came out!? What is ‘Fufun Rasshu’!? What is that?”

“It’s a big dog.”

“Dog!?”

Gently, healthy, and loving.

“Does Shina-san like dogs?”

“Yeah. They’re cute. Also, they feel reliable.”

I spoke to Ryleigh-kun while following the milk can being carried.

Then Hurst-san stared at me with light blue eyes when I returned to the pot.

“Shina-sama. I was called the ‘Northern Dog’.”

. . . Yeah. I know.

I don’t know why it was suddenly brought up here, but Hurst-san may have remembered what happened at the royal palace because of the dog connection.

‘Northern Dog’ is what Ash-san (who had a bobbed hair cut at the time) said when I met him for the first time.

That’s what some people call the Northern knight’s that have a different atmosphere from the knights of the royal palace.

But that must have had a bad meaning.

Besides, Hurst-san is more that a dog. . .

“Hurst-san is bigger than a dog, and feels like a stronger animal.”

Yes. Specifically a polar bear.

It’s an image of hunting seals.

“Very cool and reliable.”

When I smiled and looked up at Hurst-san, he coughed once.

But after that, the face he showed me looked very happy. . .

“I can’t understand! I can’t understand this flow! Why am I a dog and this guy is a stronger animal!”

I agree. Ma-kun is Ma-kun, right?

I’m sorry, Ma-kun.

“Those eyes!! I’m not Ma-kun!!!”

Hurst-san must have been happy that Shina likes dogs. Then she said he didn’t resemble a dog. Then she saved it by calling him cool and reliable. He must have been on an emotional rollercoaster for a few moments there. I’m glad it worked out for well for him though.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for reading!