# 12
Through many twists and turns, two ignorant people joined forces and finally created something to eat.
It was a difficult process, not like cooking, but creating a world.
However, what is surprising is that something has emerged that seems quite plausible.
“……Do you look okay?”
Dayaren was genuinely surprised.
Sirius' ability to perform was very useful.
While Dearyn made the mistake of not having the ability to follow instructions even after seeing them, Sirius merely followed what he was told. I didn't even have my own variations.
It has long been said that the way to avoid preparing bad dishes is to eliminate creativity.
In addition, the concept of time, speed and endurance had a great influence.
Add ingredients in the order and time indicated, remove quickly if they appear to be burning, and stir at a constant speed.
Cooking was surprisingly physically challenging.
Ceres' physical strength was also very useful in cooking.
As a result, we succeeded in producing an edible result.
The smell was more convincing.
“Oh, the smell too.”
Diaren stuck her nose into the plate, sniffed it, and tasted the scent.
And unlike what he had made, the smell aroused his appetite.
I wanted to try it quickly, but there was an issue.
“Take a bite first.”
I had to check because it might be a poison that only sounds good.
Even if it is fatal, shouldn't we live and see?
Dearyn placed a spoon in Sirius's hand and looked at him expectantly.
Sirius took a drink and brought it to his mouth, as if Dearyn's shameless behavior was normal.
“It's not toxic.”
“Oh.”
She even received a certificate from Ceres.
Dearyn quickly picked up her spoon.
The speed at which the spoon moved was equivalent to the speed of a hungry stomach.
Dearyn's eyes widened as she took a tablespoon without thinking about tasting it.
“Is it worth eating?!”
It was this taste that made Dearyn's eyes sparkle as she lived on things that she did not feel were being eaten, and it was difficult to tell if they were food or garbage.
Deyarin eagerly clung to the food.
The number of cookbooks was not small, perhaps because it was aimed at family cooking. There was enough food for Sirius and Dearen.
But they both had a voracious appetite.
I ate and ate until I had the last spoon left.
“It's delicious, huh.”
Diaren was so full that she couldn't put down her spoon even though she was panting.
One last spoon.
The two people's gazes collided in the air.
I was full, but was disappointed by the last spoonful.
At that, Sirius put down the spoon he was holding. It's been a privilege.
Dayaren, who had temporarily left her mind when it came to food, was thinking about daring to fight the mad dog of the Eighth Division with a spoon.
But this solemn design was disgraced by the concessions of Ceres.
“Oh……as far as making concessions...”
"waiver?"
Sirius wasn't familiar with the word, as if this was the first time he'd heard it.
“No, no. If you’re full, I’ll eat.”
“I'm not full.”
Dearyn, who was about to take the last spoon, stopped spooning.
If it's not a full belly or compromise, what is?
Sirius was watching Dearyn eat.
I felt something uncomfortable.
What. What?
After thinking about it, Diaren finished dividing the remaining food in half using a spoon.
“Eat half of each.”
Then Sirius' eyes widened.
The look in his eyes as he looked at half the leftover food and then at Darren was full of surprise.
I was embarrassed to receive such stares after only giving up half a spoon.
“Eat quickly.”
Dearyn ate half the plate herself and then pushed the entire bowl in front of Sirius.
Then Sirius also picked up the aesthetic spoon again.
Compared to that, the speed at which food disappeared in the mouth was fast.
An image of me patiently waiting to be asked to eat flashed through my mind.
'Impossible?'
This assumption may be correct.
Within Ceres, Dearyn has already established herself as the one giving orders.
A woman appointed by Robin, the High Chief, who has a whistle that binds him.
So, of course, he gave up the desire to eat and ate when ordered.
‘Ah…… How can I remove this military flag?’
If you give the command, “Lose your discipline!”, it seems they will fall in an instant.
I was wondering whether I should try it or not.
Initially, I decided to try it while receiving treatment.
“Thank you, I ate well.”
“…….”
“I really enjoyed the meal.”
“…….”
“Thank you for cooking.”
No matter what Dearyn said, Sirius stared blankly.
We need to teach these basic responses too.
The period has also been extended again.
But when my stomach was full, people automatically became nicer. Dearyn smiled sweetly and informed him.
“When someone expresses gratitude, you can just say, ‘You’re welcome.’”
"…… You're welcome."
“Wow, you're good.”
You were really good at what you were told to do.
It was amazing that even though his first words were awkward and he was stuttering, he worked hard to read every Chinese character.
Dearyn almost petted him as if she were a puppy.
"I did well?"
“Yes, good job. Thank you for following exactly what I taught you.”
"You're welcome."
“Ha ha ha. Thanks to you, I had a good meal. Thank you again for preparing such a good dish.”
"You're welcome."
Once I taught him, he was good at it straight away, so it was fun teaching.
I felt a sense of accomplishment.
It was also an eye-opener for me because I was at a loss as to how to teach manners that would keep up with aristocratic society to someone who did not know how to read and write.
If you have this level of learning ability, you may be able to do it surprisingly quickly.
If only we could get rid of the sense of discipline and obedience ingrained in our bones.
"How was the cooking? Was it worth it?"
“Low difficulty level of performance.”
“No, was it fun?”
“……Hazar……?”
The tone of voice that did not know the meaning of pleasure made me feel like I was trying to breathe, but it was blocked again.
I think we need to re-teach the basic concepts of everything in the world, not just letters...
However, Dayarin maintained her composure with a grateful heart as she enjoyed the meal.
“It's not that I didn't want to do it, I think I did it because I had to do it.”
“…….”
Deyarin's understanding of the goal was completely accurate.
First, Sirius had no idea what his feelings were.
Since you can't know whether you like it or not, asking about your feelings will be ambiguous and difficult.
“Um…so, did you want to quit while doing this or do you want to do it again?”
If I explained it that easily, wouldn't it be easier to understand?
Sirius seemed to think for a moment, as Dearyn wanted.
Judging by the fact that he didn't say yes or no, he seemed to be thinking about it quite seriously.
I had to wash the dishes slowly to keep the food residue from hardening, but after enough time to think about it, Sirius finally came up with an answer.
“Should we do it again?”
"If you want to do it. You don't have to do it if you don't want to."
“You don't have to...?”
It was the reaction of someone who learned for the first time that such a choice could exist in the world.
Dearyn smiled sweetly and nodded.
"Okay, whatever. It'll work out one way or another. Maybe my cooking skills will improve as I practice."
"He was."
“…….”
Instead of really wanting to be a “chef”… it seems like you don’t want to die….
He said it was worth eating.
I ate well. After eating well.
Dearyn felt betrayed once again by Sirius' change of heart.
“Then can you keep cooking?”
Sirius nodded and made a firm decision.
Thanks to you, both of your lives were saved. This is good.
On the other hand, my conscience was a little pricked.
Where in the world is there a master who cooks?
no. A teacher is a person who does what he wants.
Wouldn't it be okay to just say that your hobby is cooking?
……Oh, that was so far-fetched.
But……
“I'm working with all my heat, sex, body, and divine power, so it's okay for me to eat at least one raw?!”
Dyaren has made exploitation justified.
In fact, since they didn't give you more money to cook, you were the one being taken advantage of.
It's not about exploiting Sirius' work, it's about breaking free from your own exploitation!
The ruler told us to love.
This definitely includes loving yourself.
Deyarin made the sign of the cross sacredly.
* * *
Ceres' socialization process went fairly smoothly.
There are things that are unexpectedly easy, and there are things that cannot be done at all.
“What about carrots?”
"good."
"bed."
"I hate."
"spinach."
"no."
First of all, I definitely learned what I like and what I don't like.
A person who initially could not even tell what was good and what was not good has come a long way.
Now, there were times when Deyarin would tell me whether I liked it or not without asking me.
It was like having a conversation with someone.
I continued to listen and talk, but it didn't feel like I was having a conversation.
But these days, there are many times when I feel like “the conversation”
has started.
Dayarin was very relieved that they were able to at least communicate.
Sometimes a person needs to say useless things to relieve stress and gain vitality in life.
Deyarin, who was somewhat relieved, asked a joking question.
“What about me?”
"I hate."
“…….”
…… Thank you very much.
It was too far away.
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