796 Episode 8: Kamadu number of cradle (top)

From that morning onwards, the settlement of Naham felt noisy.

The hour is the fifth day of the month of gold. Malfira-Naham had been encouraging herself to work alone all morning, so she didn't even know what her family was fussing about for a while.

"Oh, Malfira, are you still cracking firewood? You're tired, aren't you?

My mother approaches me with a grass cage stuffed with pico leaves. Towards you, Malfira-Naham let him shake his head, "Ugh, yeah," he said.

"Beh, beh, I'm not tired of anything. Well, I only boast about my arm strength, so I have to do my job properly."

"Fine, I'm off for a while. Whatever, help me with this job."

"Pi, pi, you dry Pico leaves, right? Well, then I'll have to bring the rug."

Malfira-Naham laid down his armpit and pulled the rug out of the cabin.

Spreading it to the ground sneakingly, the mother calls me around bitterly.

"You feel so good, you don't like fine work, so I don't think there's anything you can only boast about your arm strength."

"Oh, no, that's not true. I broke the water bottle before, and I flooded the whole place."

"I'm sure that water bottle was getting old. Let's get to work."

Spread the pico leaves evenly over the spread rug. That wasn't even a hard job to stick with, so I guess the mother could have come up with some help to give Malfira-Naham a break.

Malfira-Naham glared over her mother's face, still green and fragrant all over Pico's leaves.

"Oh, oh, you know, it's kind of today, isn't the settlement noisy? Did something special happen to you?

"A special thing would be to talk about the hunter of the extra family coming. That's what my parents said last night."

The story was certainly made at dinner. Everything was about a fou hunter visiting a settlement in Naham in order to guide his work as "Giva's Blood Drain and Flesh Dismantling".

"Oh, well, that's all, are we all so bothered? Well, those hunters will come with kindness, won't they?

"But we're in opposition to Fa's house. Sounds like a fa hunter is coming to Ravitz's settlement, and I'm guessing we need to be a little more vigilant."

To Malfira-Naham, it was one difficult story to understand.

From the beginning, Malfira-Naham didn't understand the disturbance caused by Fa's house.

Things happened, seven months ago. It was the parents' meeting held in the Blue Moon that conveyed the contents of the disturbance to the families.

Fa's house welcomes foreign-born people as family members and works to sell Guiba dishes in the Inn Town. If we gain a great deal of wealth with it, the people by the woods will be able to get happier raw than ever before - and the woman hunter, the head of the fa, apparently said so at the Conference of Parents.

It was also the assertion of Fa's parents that a delicious meal in itself brings great power and joy to the people by the woods. And so this time he said to all his family that he wanted to free up "Giva's Blood Drain and Dismantling Meat" and "How to Make Delicious Cooking" in order to make the word true and false.

"Well, then, shouldn't I have turned down Fa's offer of a house? Ra, Ra, Ravitz's parents don't like Fa's house, do they?

"This isn't just about Ravitz. Anyway, Fa's house is the family that lost Ravitz and his blood. We can't be human resources with Ravitz as our parent."

"Well, then, shouldn't I have said no?

Then the mother looked up and smiled bitterly.

"It was the parents who made the decision. Even if I can't agree to Fa's house, I'm sure he's attracted to something like a delicious meal."

Marfila-Naham didn't really understand anything about that, even a delicious meal.

No, I guess that's what most humans did. It was only the parents and the men who participated in the parents' meeting who spoke of the delicious meal.

About seven months ago, I remember them quietly dawning back from the Conference of Parents. Murphyra-Naham's father, Naham's head of household, and others, had repeatedly spoken of being "fed amazing things" even though he was not much of a person to expose his mood to his family.

Still, however, the family members with Ravitz as their parent did not seek to endorse the deeds of Fa's house.

He also did not try to give himself a name there when he heard that family members like Zaza and Baim, in the same position, had been handed "Giva's Blood Drain and Dismantling Meat" and "How to Make a Delicious Meal".

Then, after about seven months, the house of Pha and those of his family who agree with his deeds were to come in here using a period of rest - which was the backdrop of this time of noise.

"So, so, but the ladies are getting in, we're still talking about this, right?

"Oh. I don't know, but it sounds like you're gonna come this way when you've got a clue to a family like Die. Well, they say it won't take ten days."

"Well, well, well... I wouldn't be stuck with such a difficult job."

"If it was a very tricky story, the parents wouldn't be forced to do it either. You can't spend all your time at work."

The mother also seemed less interested in this one case.

After all, I guess I can't grasp the identity of something called a "delicious meal". Dining was a sacred act of gaining life for the day, and complaining about the good and bad taste, etc. was supposed to be an act that was no match for the forestside lesson either.

Then some time later, it is Jomtien.

As promised, the hunters of Fou came to the settlement of Naham. The number was two, and the story was that he was the head of the branch and his family.

"Our compatriots are also out in the settlements of Ravitz and Vin. Thank you for your patience."

So the hunters went into the woods.

but no new job results were brought on that day.

"... blood drainage seems to be an unexpectedly troublesome job... he has to scratch his throat and drain blood while Giva's life is still there..."

That night, his brother Mora-Naham was speaking that way in a heavy voice.

"... if you're a trapped giva, you can't give a hand to a giva peeling her fangs here... because you're not allowed to risk your life for something like a delicious meal..."

"Oh, well, that's natural, isn't it? Why, don't you ever push me, huh?

"Naturally... such a foolish hunter does not exist in Naham..."

His paternal father also nodded silently.

Such a strange comparison of the two figures is made of a toddler who turns three. This toddler was the son of Mora-Naham, whose mother had returned her soul with a disease a year and a little while ago, so the rest of her family joined forces to take care of her.

Mora-Naham's hand is pounded on the head of such a toddler. It is a big hand that seems to easily envelop the head of a toddler.

"As hunters of Naham, we have to tell the right people... we have nothing to show them..."

I don't know what the word means, but the toddler is smiling happily.

There was also a very soft light in Mora-Naham's eyes watching over it.

Then, three days later.

In the evening, as Malfira-Naham was encouraging his mothers to work in Kamadu huts, Mora-Naham came into his hands with a huge chunk of meat.

"Out of the way... have you used the giva meat for today yet...?

"No, I was just about to bring you some meat,"

"Then use this... it's a successful giva meat called blood drain... it was the hunters of the fou who put their hands on it..."

Placing giva meat on the table, Mora-Naham just left.

Malfira-Naham faces his family. On the fourth day the hunters of the fou came and finally succeeded in something called "blood draining".

"Yeah. I was wondering if the blood color would disappear because of blood drainage or something, but that doesn't seem to happen"

That's what her mother said as she looked at the giva meat placed on the table as a shovel.

My youngest sister, who has just turned twelve, also tilts her neck, "Right," she said.

"Looks like it hasn't changed a bit. Hey, Malfira, what do you think of my sister?

My youngest sister, the youngest of five brothers and sisters, grew up more relaxed and casual than anyone else. Malfira-Naham says, "Well, well, well."

"Mi, mi, I wonder if you've changed anything about the look and smell. I think so."

"Can Sister Malfira smell the meat and divide it? You don't really smell like raw giva meat."

My youngest sister laughed delightfully.

Then take up the knife to cut the giva meat.

"Well, let's make it right. When the sun goes down."

By the hand of his youngest sister, Gibba meat was cut into pieces.

In the meantime, Malfira-Naham brings down the fire, and his mother cuts Aria apart.

"Then because of that, let's simmer half the meat today and bake the other half"

"Uh? It smells like trouble, so why don't you just simmer it?

"But if it simmers with Poitan, it also ruins the meat that drained blood... or someone said it"

Following the mother's words, half the meat was to be skewered.

My youngest sister is twisting her neck "hmm" as she spins a pot thrown in Aria and Poitan.

"But if you stop simmering Poitan, the pot will be just meat and aria, won't it? Well, hey, isn't that enough?

"Well, if you were a fa or a lu, you'd be using a lot more vegetables. And lately, I think my family, who helps with Fa's work, has some cool copper coins in their hands."

"Hmm. Then I wonder if I can only enjoy a delicious meal with extra copper coins."

While we were exchanging those words, dinner was complete.

When we bring it into the house, the family is already in plenty of power. There are six fatherly parents, his eldest brother Mora-Naham, his three-year-old toddler, his eldest sister and her companion, and his two-year-old toddler. My next sister returned her soul in the sickness at an early age, so this is all the family of the current Naham main house.

"Today, they're using something called meat that drained blood. I'm looking forward to seeing what the finish is."

My oldest sister, with her spine upright, said so. My oldest sister had a lot of similarities with Mora-Naham and doesn't reveal much emotion, so the word had a flat tone on her back.

The first sister's son-in-law, the male, was born of a division and has a laid back temper, but not a very large number of mouths. It was more or less the role of the youngest sister or mother that kept the supper place busy.

"Okay, let's start dinner."

Parents recite pre-meal language and families recite it.

So, first, my youngest sister, who rinsed the broth, circled her eyes "heh".

"Sure, it tastes different. It's a little hard to explain what's different."

Malfira-Naham, who said the same thing, made him agree, "Oh, well, you do".

"Ha, I guess the flavor falling out of your nose is completely different. Ku, ku, you mean the smell's gone? This way, I don't feel like I'm getting caught in the back of my nose anymore..."

"Haha. Then I don't know what else to do."

Laughing, her youngest sister pinched up the roasted meat.

The moment you mouth it, its eyes open bigger than they have just been.

"This one looks more different! Look, try your Murphyra sister too!

"Ugh, yeah. Wow, okay."

Malfira-Naham, at all costs, throws a slice of meat into his mouth.

Really, the sweetness of the fat spread to my mouth.

The taste of meat and fat is transmitted directly, as it is the meat cooked before being soaked in pico leaves. There was still no unpleasant smell that caught on my nose and I felt very comfortable.

"Su, su, that's so easy to eat. Yes, because the unpleasant smell has disappeared, the flavour of the meat that has been hidden so far appears to be strong on the surface."

"Yeah, I like this meat! Hey, hey, is this what you call a delicious meal?

My youngest sister asked me about my father's parents.

The parent shook his head, "No," as he remained in a tough face.

"What I said at the Parents' Conference was something more special.... but I'm sure we're close to it"

"Heh! I'm interested in a delicious meal, too!

The rest of the family were silently eating dinner.

My oldest sister, who first remarked that she was looking forward to it, does not seem to have any feelings for the time being either. The two toddlers were leaning their little necks a lot strangely as they rinsed the broth.

Well, over the past seven months, they've been asked about their reputation for delicious meals. Asta of Pha's house had been invited to the nobility to cook meals, the business in the lodging town was going very well, and the people of the town had finally begun to cook meals with Giva meat, and so all the families had been told.

(But just mouthing delicious dishes means people by the woods get greater joy and power... I still don't know)

I tried Malfira-Naham, but at that point I could only hold about that feeling.

It was not until a few days later that further shocks were brought there.

On the eighth day - the twelfth day of the month of Friday - the Asta of Fa's house finally came to the settlement of Ravitz, after the start of something called a bloodless handiwork.

"From Naham, me and the housewives are going out. You guys can do your homework."

The mother left those words behind and headed towards the settlement of Ravitz.

My youngest sister keeps her mouth shut as she trims Gibba's fur along with Malfira-Naham.

"I'm the Asta from that fa's house, too, and I wanted to see it. What the hell kind of a guy only works for a bunch of guys?"

"Sa, come on? You said your father wasn't much different from the young men you see in Inn Town."

"Such a guy used to be a family by the woods. Nobody can have a daughter-in-law for a man who can't hunt Gibba."

That's how her mother, who left the house at noon, came back when the sun leaned wide west.

When the Malfira-Nahams began their supper manoeuvres, they stepped into Kamado's cabin.

"You haven't got your hands on Giva's meat yet, have you? I'll take care of it today, so make it exactly the way it is."

Her mother was kind of reddishing her face.

My youngest sister gives it back with a decent face.

"What's going on? Was a delicious meal that amazing?

"... I'm not sure if I'm alone, so I'd like to hear from everyone."

Saying it that way, the mother put a large wrap on the table. When I left the house, it was a wrap that filled the Poitan. My youngest sister peeked into the contents of it and said, "Huh?" I rounded my eyes.

"What is this? Something's stuffed with white powder!

"That's the Poitan. Oh, do I have to teach you how to make that first...... no, no, I guess I'll have to figure out the water first. Malfira, please tell me which one of these is the water."

"Ugh, yeah. Wow, okay."

Malfira-Naham was in a great hurry and let the pan simmer full of water.

Where the water boils, the mother nods "OK".

"Then give me half the burning firewood."

"Huh? Well, why?

"Gibba's meat and aria have to simmer on a weaker fire. So, uh... make sure that fire is about half the size. Add or subtract so much that the tip of the fire doesn't hit the bottom of the iron pan."

Without any idea, Malfira-Naham followed his mother's instructions.

"So, first, just add the giva meat and salt... and now after a while, you'll shrug the floating abscess in a wood dish. When the fire gets weaker, put back the firewood from what you just did."

"Nah, that sounds like a pain in the ass! Why can't Aria put it in the pot?

"We need to simmer the giva meat over a long period of time, so Aria will be good enough later. Right...... I'm not sure how long it is for a moment, but until that sun goes down half way, let's just simmer the giva meat"

"Eh! Do I have to simmer for that long? I have no idea."

The blurry younger sister was approximated and further gestures were initiated.

It is the treatment of powdered poitan. That was a story about adding water and melting it and then cooking it in an iron pan.

The rest is even the care of a pot that simmers meat. After lighting the pan for an unthinkable amount of time, we finally throw in the aria and simmer again.

Meanwhile, the abscess floating on the surface of the broth will be carefully removed. The size of the fire had to be maintained so that it was not too weak, and this was quite a hassle.

At the end of the day, the mother did something odd.

When the finished broth was dulled in a wood dish and tasted, salt and pico leaves were added later.

"Yeah... well, did this taste the same as earlier... yeah, let's do this"

Since the bumps and crushes, her mother has looked back at the Malfira-Nahams.

"Come on, that's it. Carry me home."

"Yes, sir. It's almost sundown, and we're all hungry and waiting."

When I left Kamado's cabin, the sun was setting abundantly.

Bring the iron pan hanging from the stick to the house with my youngest sister. The mother led us both with a plate and candlestick with a baked poiton on it.

"... that took a long time"

When I entered the hall, my parents turned a hard eye on me.

I just don't seem angry that dinner was delayed. Was he eagerly awaiting the achievement because he knew that Asta of Fa's house had arrived?

"Today, she rubbed dinner with a move she learned from Asta at Fa's house. I'm looking forward to seeing what the finish is."

As always, that's what my oldest sister said.

This evening's supper is only served by a pot simmering meat and aria and a roasted poiton. As they were arranged in the hall, my eldest sister's companion peeled her eyes like a little.

"What is this, white, round and flat? I've never even seen a vegetable like this..."

"It's not a vegetable, it's a poiton. If you were a parent, you'd know, right?

Her mother turned her attention, and the parent nodded, "Uhm."

"At the Conference of Parents, the same thing was put out as this. It doesn't taste like much in itself, so mouth it between other meals."

After speaking that way, the parents uttered the pre-meal wording.

After reciting it, the family takes up the wood plate.

It is an odd broth, not filled with poitan.

The broth is a lot cloudy, but there is no poitan in it, so it is as saggy as water. Besides, the surface seemed very glowing with fat.

(I wonder if this is really something called a delicious meal)

Leaning his neck inside, Malfira-Naham rinsed the broth.

Moment - A feeling I had never felt before ran through my tongue.

I can feel the taste of salt.

I can feel the taste of Pico leaves.

I can feel the taste of Giva meat.

I can feel the taste of Aria.

Has the smell of Giva meat and the loose texture of Poitan disappeared so that all the flavors come to light?

It was as if those flavors were intertwined with your flavors, creating unknown flavors.

Besides, Malfira-Naham has just rinsed the broth, and neither meat nor aria has spoken.

Despite this, the palate is extremely rich.

Is it that all nourishment is blended into this broth?

Malfira-Naham tried to soak up the giva meat simmered in a pale brown color, taking care not to drop the wooden spoon.

The area of giva meat is the back. The fat on the meat was translucent white, something puffy and glowing.

When you put it in your mouth and chew it off, the taste of giva meat felt from the broth floats more clearly.

Giva meat has never tasted better.

Such thoughts, also felt from the roasted meat, filled Malfira-Naham's chest with so much weight.

Then I also tried Aria, and this one tastes very different.

It was usually as hot as passing through the heat with a strong fire, so it had a more shaky texture.

But the texture itself didn't matter. It wouldn't be strange to have a human being who prefers that solid toothpick.

Therefore, it was still the flavor that mattered.

The flavors and flavors of Giva meat, salt and pico leaves stick firmly inside the softened aria.

Eat it with giva meat, and it will be delicious again.

It was incredible that it was the same ingredient until yesterday, and it was turning into a different flavor.

"Oh, oh, uh, what is this..."

Malfira-Naham, who looked around at the family, swallowed up words there.

The families were all rubbing broth with a surprising look on their faces.

In it, parents, who had a relatively deposited face, have seen Malfira-Naham.

"I only use salt and pico leaves and aria, so it's not far from what I ate at the Parents' Conference. … but I guess this is something called a delicious meal"

"Oh, yeah, right? This is what it means to be delicious, right?

"Mm-hmm. I guess you guys got to do your job well. We have to encourage ourselves to do something about blood loss."

That said, the parents smiled uncommonly.

Malfira-Naham also gave me a giggle back.

Meanwhile, the rest of the family is eating dinner all at once.

The next person to look back at Malfira-Naham was his eldest sister.

"I was quite surprised by this meal. Look, the toddlers are changing the color of their eyes and rinsing the broth."

The eldest sister, who speaks that way, also had a soft look at all times.

My youngest sister and others are full of laughter.

"This is really, delicious! The roasted meat was delicious too, but maybe more!

"Asta at Fa's house said there's a way to cut and flavor meat, too, to bake meat. Oh, come on, it's a story about being handy."

Answering that way, her mother was laughing complicated.

"I knew this was, like, delicious, right? It's too different than the broth I usually put in the poiton, so I couldn't make a decision."

"Why not? Whether or not Poitan is in there, this is so delicious!

Nor did Mora-Naham and his eldest sister's son-in-law, who continued to eat silently, seem to have any objections.

Thus the families of Naham's main house were finally to say something called a delicious meal.

According to stories I heard later, that was the first giva dish Asta of Fa's house fed to the female hunter Ai-Fa - "giva soup".