Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

Muramasa mercilessly pointed out the other party's little thoughts:

"But if you don't eat dinner properly, you won't even have the energy to work tomorrow."

"How do you know..."

She did want to go to bed early when she got home, but it shouldn't be that obvious.

"Because I've seen a lot. Let's go."

After saying that, he turned back into the house and lit the oil lamp.

Hailing hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to follow him, but did not close the door.

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 8: Today's Dinner at Muramasa's

The house was generally kept in good order by Muramasa, except for some small areas where there was a lot of dust.

This was certainly not due to a mistake in cleaning, but was simply the result of the "forging" just now.

"There's some water I just boiled over there, and the teacups are in the cabinet over there, washed, of course."

Muramasa simply pointed, then carried the basket of seafood into the kitchen:

"I'll take care of these sea creatures. You can take a rest first."

"Okay, please."

Hailing sat down by the hearth in the center of the room, her palms swishing across the ground nearby, her fingertips twirling slightly:

"Mr. Muramasa is amazing! He just finished all those things in the afternoon, and he still has the energy to clean the house like this in the evening..."

……

"Um……"

Looking at the seafood in front of him, Muramasa was a little troubled.

It’s not that it’s difficult to handle, but there are too many of them:

"Really? Seafood spoils easily right after it's caught, right?"

"There's no cold storage here, so I guess we'll have to make a quick decision in the next couple of days..."

He spoke as if to himself, not knowing whether the corners of his mouth should be raised or lowered.

He shook his head, dispelled the unnecessary thoughts, and re-counted the available ingredients.

"There are so many fry... Are the mesh sizes they use a little too small?"

Picking up a bunch of mixed fish fry, an idea gradually took shape in my mind.

After cleaning these various fish fry, put them into a bowl and set aside, then turn to the clams.

Cover the shells with two overlapping bowls, one large and one small, and shake them violently with your strong physical strength, so that these stubborn shellfish will know what it feels like to be dizzy and spit out the mud and sand in their mouths into the water.

"We have sea bass, and plenty of clams, too. That's all."

"The only pity is that there's no seasoning. They did give me a small pot of oil."

Place the sea bass in the basket on the cutting board, and the blue fluorescence forms a knife in the palm of your hand.

The pointed kitchen knife accurately pierced under the gills of the sea bass, splitting half of the fish body, digging out the unwanted parts, and then washing it and cutting it into large pieces.

"There's no ingredient to remove the fishy smell, but for a kid who grew up by the sea, this level is probably just right."

Take out the iron pan and pour the already limited oil into the pan.

Put up the firewood and light the stove. When the oil starts to smoke slightly, put the fish in and fry it.

Put the roasted fish meat and fat into the bottom of the pot, pour hot water on it, and take it outside along with the processed clams and fish fry.

"Wait a long time?"

He said to the girl who was sitting in front of the stove, drinking hot water from a cup:

“It took a little while to process.”

"It's okay. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't have the heart to do it."

Hailing shook her head and looked at the fish pieces lying in the pot in front of her:

"These are, sea bass, right?"

"Oh, do you recognize it?"

"Yeah, I see it often when I'm helping sort things at home."

Her expression dimmed a little:

"Besides, my parents would occasionally make this for me to eat."

X Medical Spiritual Instrument Shrimp Death 罰5 Liu Qun "Hmm."

Muramasa didn't say much, waiting for the other party to express himself.

She stared blankly at the gradually boiling iron pot, her gaze blurred by the rising mist, and the boundaries of reality were blurred.

The father, whose body was sunburned, and the mother, whose hands were rough, sat around the stove.

While rambling about the day's hard work and rejoicing over the day's harvest, fish fry are added to the pot to enhance the flavor.

What was that called? My mother seemed to say...

"These are minnows."

Eh?

The boundaries of reality solidified again, and Muramasa poured the fish fry from the bowl into the pot:

"These fish have to be added when the soup is halfway through, otherwise they will take away the flavor."

"Ok?"

Seeing the stunned expression of the person staring at him, he said, "So you were asking me, didn't you? Look at you suddenly looking up."

Hailing found it difficult to answer, so she could only say as usual:

"well, thanks."

"How many times have you said this? Do I look that scary?"

He grinned with a hint of dissatisfaction and made a "tsk" sound. After thinking for a while, he added the clams in.

no……

I want to say this, but I don’t know how.

It's such a mess, why am I here?

What happened today? I should go...

The wait was only a few minutes, not even enough for Hailing to sort out her increasingly confused thoughts.

clang.

There was the sound of bowls and spoons colliding, followed by a bowl of fish soup with oil floating in it.

"If you have anything to say, think about it after you finish eating."

Hailing took the bowl and chopsticks from the other person stiffly and tasted the soup out of habit.

The satisfying feeling brought by the grease was hot, awakening her taste buds and pain:

"Cough... cough cough! It's so hot..."

"Is it because you can't concentrate on eating that you suffer?"

Muramasa had a teasing smile on his face.

"Enjoy your meal, or the Inari God will be angry."

Inari God?

She didn't know who the god was that the other person was talking about, but Hailing felt warm from her throat to her chest and heart.

The fish meat in your mouth is chewed and has a crispness that you have never felt before.

When you taste it carefully, you can taste the familiar sweetness and the unique fishy smell of the sea.

The tender clam meat is different from the ones at home, without any sand...

One bite, two bites...

He kept putting fish into his mouth, and his empty belly was gradually filled with fish and fat.

I tilted my head back and drank the last mouthful of soup in the bowl, leaving only the silver carp at the bottom of the bowl.

She picked up one with the tip of her chopsticks and examined it carefully:

"There's no lateral line...it's a sardine, right?"

"Mother, you said..."

Having said this, she stopped and her vision became blurred.

He quickly raised the bowl in his hand and said as cheerfully as possible:

"Mr. Muramasa, have another bowl!"

There was a short sob in his voice, and after he finished speaking, he felt his wrist being grabbed.

It was Muramasa's hands, a pair of rough big hands.

"Please stop for a while, the food won't run away."

"It will hurt."

There was no expression on his face as he spoke calmly and took the dishes from Hailing's hands.

Through the crystal tears, I watched the dishes being taken away from my hands.

pat...

Click, click...

The wetness on his face became patches, and the sudden sadness rushed to his throat.

"Eh……"

Hailing tried to wipe away the tears dripping from the corners of her eyes, but her glands were working like crazy and showed no sign of stopping.

"So, didn't I tell you..."

Muramasa placed his hand on her back, soothing her along the spine, and omitted the last half of the sentence.

I have seen a lot.

No sharp cries were heard, only suppressed sobs echoing in my ears.

"Ok?"

Hailing's head turned and fell on Muramasa's shoulder.

His fingertips were embedded in the red sleeve of his right arm.

"Sorry, it will be fine in a moment..."

"It really only takes a moment..."

Is the village still as quiet tonight?

Without answering the girl, Muramasa simply turned his head politely toward the window.

I only see the bright moon, as always.

I changed the writing style a bit, and some parts may be redundant. For example, the cooking part, and the final literary part, if you don't like it, please tell me, if there are too many people, I will omit these parts later.

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 9: The Heavenly Leader

As the night deepened, Hailing's sobbing gradually stopped and her breathing became steady.

"I fell asleep..."

Feeling the girl sleeping soundly on his body, he picked her up and placed her on the couch.