To the eternal you

Do puppets dream of puppet sheep?

Probably not, for the general, deep sleep is just deep sleep, without dreams or thoughts.

It's like locking yourself in a dark room, isolating any external perception, without thinking or thinking.

But the elder sister is different. It might be better to say that she and her elder sister Kiya are not the same type of doll, and the other is more rare. It shouldn't be called a miracle.

The birth of intelligence from the puppet of dead things is like the birth of intelligence from rocks exposed to wind and sun in the wild. Not only is the chance slim, but the conditions are so harsh that no one wants to reproduce it.

That's why my sister is so different.

She opened her eyes, and her sister was wiping her body, saying something that even if it wasn't dirty, you should develop a good habit of loving cleanliness, such words that the puppet couldn't understand.

The general thinks that he only needs to maintain the joint structure and maintain it regularly.

It is really hard to figure out the benefits of grooming like a human being like this. It is a waste of time and energy to do these things just to make the appearance look clean and beautiful.

Whether it is done or not, it will obviously not affect the combat effectiveness of the body.

"Speaking of which, what would the general want for dinner?"

My sister's gaze is always soft, with a gentle smile on her cheeks. This posture seems to have never changed, at least... after she was born, I didn't see her cry in memory.

"Miso soup and mixed fried rice are fine."

She replied so because these two things were the first food she tasted.

Unlike Ying, who likes sweets, the general herself doesn't like sweets very much. She believes that eating too much sweets will lead to brain dullness and develop bad habits.

At least that's what I think right now.

"The general's request is really simple~ Unlike my mother, she is very keen on eating new dishes."

Qi picked up the towel, tilted his head and said.

"...If my sister wants to make other dishes, I can accept it."

Speaking of which, she thinks that maybe her sister is more suitable for the role of mother. At least from the books she reads, she knows that in creatures like humans, mothers always seem to take care of their children more.

And my sister is doing these things, taking care of the stupid mother, caring for the paralyzed younger sister, the general, never complaining a word, but always enjoying it.

Do you feel that you are being needed?

My sister's personality is too soft, at least the general thinks so.

"Hmm~ Then it's decided."

Qi smiled lightly and brought the sink to the table, and helped her put on her clothes. Although she blushed a little at the first time, she quickly got used to it.

Now even if he is dressing the general, he looks familiar, with gentle movements, soft words, and sometimes he nods his head in satisfaction, looking happy.

The general will silently record the scene in front of him, it has been the same for the past two days, and it is also the same today.

While helping the general lift up the stockings, Qi's hair from the sideburns slipped down. The girl's pretty side face showed a trace of seriousness, and her clean and white earlobes were covered with powder. The general stretched out his hand and stroked it gently for her. Pin the hair behind the ears.

And the girl also just dressed her up, met the general's eyes, and then smiled like a warm sun.

For some reason, Hearth felt a little overloaded.

"Speaking of which, after the general eats the food, where will the food go?"

"secret."

"Eh? Unexpectedly serious!"

The girl's curiosity was aroused, and her big eyes sparkled with a desire to explore.

"Go ask the other [me]."

The general closed his eyes, looking like he was indifferent, and she naturally changed the subject with a dull expression.

"And, don't you think she's been out too long?"

"Speaking of which, it's true. Mother Ying must have seen some new delicacies and couldn't stand her feet."

The girl estimated the time, and it seemed to be true.

There was a bang outside the house, followed by hurried footsteps.

"Pray, pray!"

While talking, Yingmama's panicked voice came.

She was wearing a kitchen apron, running out of breath, her face was blackened, and her expression was flustered.

"I accidentally blew up the stove when I lit it..."

"You are really... persevering."

She's recently been learning how to cook after getting hit by the general, but with little success.

It's better to say that if it was in the past, she might have given up a long time ago, but now Ying's mother is surprisingly patient.

"I think she must have found it troublesome to start the fire. She used the thunder element, thinking that a little control would do it well, but she accidentally triggered the overload."

The elements on the Tivat continent have their own element reactions, except that the wind element and rock element do not participate in the reaction, and are only responsible for catalytic diffusion or precipitation and crystallization.

Most of the elements of the mainstream will react with the corresponding elements.

For example, after thunder and fire come into contact, an overload reaction will occur.

When a large number of fire elements collide with thunder elements, the two fierce elements will collide and explode in a very short period of time. Depending on the strength of the elements, the equivalent explosion will be produced.

And as Naruto, no matter how subtle the thunder element is, the element power contained in it is no less than the natural thunder from the outside world.

So the fryer of course is not incomprehensible.

"Because the flint and steel is so difficult to use... I clicked for a long time, but still couldn't make a fire, and then I subconsciously..."

Ying now has an aggrieved look of admitting his mistakes, so even if the girl wanted to lecture her hard, she couldn't help but soften her heart. Fortunately, it just blew up the furnace, and it wouldn't take too long for Ararataki to rebuild a stronger one.

"Forgive mom this time, let me teach mom how to cook."

Qi supported his forehead, and his tone could not help but soften.

"But since mom wants to cook so much, you should calm down. After all, no matter how impatient you are, you can't hit flint with thunder elements."

"I see."

How much you listen to is a question, after all, my mother will always repeat this kind of listening, and then make strange actions in a strange logical way.

After all, who knows how to chop vegetables with a naginata?

And at that time, he said confidently: "This is my rank in the stream. I am familiar with the concept of cutting and returning with the naginata, and I can cut vegetables as thin as silk."

That look is more like performing martial arts than cooking, so that recently whenever the mother cooks, Okuma will stand by outside at any time, watching the martial arts while preparing to put out the fire.

"The former Narugami-sama must have her deep meaning in doing this!"

"So that's it, I understand!"

"Through ordinary cooking, you can also test your martial arts skills. You really deserve to be the former Narugami-sama!"

If the girl hadn't quickly explained that this is the highest stage of skill, if she wants to learn it, she needs to start with the kitchen utensils first, otherwise she would probably have seen the scene of the occult monks cutting melons and vegetables with long spears.

Speaking of which, the occult monks who have been led astray into cooking have recently set up a gamble besides occasionally discussing the topic of recipes.

Of course, in private.

Winning or losing is just a question of who invites who to drink after get off work. In the past, it is natural not to dare to be so presumptuous.

But who would let the Lord of the Imperial Palace occasionally join in the gamble, betting on what step my mother can do today.

It's a pity that Yingmama's novice tutorial has not yet been passed, and even lighting a fire is very difficult.

However, it seemed that she had applied for off-site support today, and Ying's mother showed a confident look. She stepped into the kitchen with arrogance, and under the guidance of the girl, she successfully set off the first smoke in the kitchen.

This made her feel more stable.

Ararataki and Okukatsuya were guarding the door.

"Do you think... can you cook today?"

A middle-aged Austrian monk said in a low voice.

"Well, maybe it can be fried? After all, there is the Great Imperial Palace."

Another young occultist had blind trust in girls.

"Wrong, why do you think that the former Narugami-sama can't even fry eggs?"

Ararataki closed his eyes and said in a low voice.

"Obviously, what the former Narugami-sama is going to do is a gourmet cuisine that shocks the world."

"It is rumored that extreme intention cuisine can only be made by thickening earth fire with thunder."

Everyone showed shock, and then said cautiously: "Brother Huanglong, what is this dish—?"

Araki just shook his head indifferently, but his eyes were extremely deep.

"Unspeakable, unspeakable."

All he knew was that Chiyo-sama went out vertically and was carried back sideways. He thought he had encountered some kind of tyrannical monster, but he didn't expect Chiyo-sama to tell her that she just ate the food made by Kage.

Because the taste contained in this dish is too overbearing, even as the ghost king, she can hardly control it and needs to recuperate for a few days.

This is the dish called "Ghost Seeing Sorrow".

Any member of the ghost clan regards it as one of the pinnacle challenges of a lifetime of bravery, and even a ghost will be worried about whether he can resist the power of that overbearing cooking skill.

You know, ghosts have the attribute of being crazy.

Even Arataki can't imagine how complicated and even terrifying steps are required for cooking that can make ghosts so wary.

He opened his eyes slightly, and looked towards the kitchen through the slits, as if he could vaguely see the vicious tiger entrenched, the big chinchilla wrapped around the beam, the oppressive feeling was so strong that even he felt lingering fear.

Ogosho-sama, what kind of cooking are you and your former Narugami-sama doing.

——Girl Guidance——

"Mom, scrambled eggs are easy, just right as a starter."

"no problem!"

Shadow is full of morale.

"Very good, then please break the eggs into the container first, then add chopped green onion and salt and stir well."

The girl stood aside and explained the steps to her, while Ying crushed the eggs and put them into the container, cut a few sections of green onions, and added salt, she turned her head and asked.

"Pray, how much salt should I add?"

"1-2 scoops is enough."

After getting the answer, Ying turned his head and picked up the wooden spoon used to hold the soup, poured in the salt precisely, and then started stirring. The egg fragments combined with the golden egg liquid and the excess salt, and the weird stickiness even made the chopped green onion disappear.

"Stir it up~"

"Well done, the next step is to pour the oil into the pot and heat it to about [-] to [-] percent. When it is [-] percent hot, there is almost no oil foam in the pot. There will be noise when stirring, and only a little blue smoke will be seen. After confirmation, You can pour the egg juice into the pan and stir fry a few times.”

The girl insisted on letting her mother learn independently and didn't check it. After all, even failure is experience, and this time she has explained the steps in detail here, so she shouldn't make mistakes.

Ying poured a bowl full of oil, and then waited for a while. The oil surface was calm, and the chopsticks creaked when she put them in. She picked up the chopsticks with a little hesitation.

"That should be all right?"

Adding the egg juice, splashing oil bubbles splashed onto her hand, and the hand that put down the utensil in a panic knocked over the soy sauce bottle next to it, and a devilish black liquid poured out from the mouth of the gurgling bottle, Ying's mother quickly put the soy sauce bottle scoop up.

Holding a spatula in the other hand, he hurriedly stir-fried a few times, allowing a smell of burnt oil to mix with the smell of soy sauce, which made Qi, who was standing in front of the food basket thinking about what to make for dinner, alert.

"Mom, it's too hot!"

"Ah? Yes, is that so!"

Shadow poured a whole ladle of clear water next to him.

"Why did mother pour water into the pot?"

"Hey, but didn't Qi say that the fire was too big?"

"..."

The girl was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath.

Going forward, I looked at my mother's masterpiece. The paste-like egg puree was mixed with a lethal amount of salt, and the charred black green onions were scattered on the cooking. A lot of water was added to the hot oil pan to cause a lot of oily smoke.

After a while, the girl who solved the safety hazard brought the plate of unknown viscous mixture emitting black smoke to her mother.

I feel that the resentment and wailing of the ingredients are almost overflowing.

"It looks like it can't be eaten, why don't you let the general try it first?"

The culprit is still very unaware.

Qi began to think about whether to let mother into the kitchen.

PS: Yingmama teaches you how to cook. (with sinister intentions)