Have a Meal Before You Go

The five logs sufficiently cut off their legs of overlapping thickness.

Once upon a time, you could hunt a kraken and feed hundreds of legions for days. In particular, the damage to Kraken cuisine was steamed seafood, which I also liked quite a bit.

Of course, there are three people today, so there are too many legs.

First things first.

Cut off the leg appropriately and give out a knife grip. The size of the forearm is enough.

Serve pepper and salt on top, then bake first.

A roast bee.

Ta-da, ta-da.

When I took my leg over the fire that Khan had soon smoked, it still quickly shrunk. What if I get it just right?

Take out the fry pan and add plenty of butter made using the milk of the cowhole. Melt it thickly, like boiling ramen.

Like fondue?

While you're at it, fry the Beehive as if you were plating iron on it. Once cooked, remove and brush salt and pepper on top.

Finally, if you grill it lightly once more in the portrait, it is complete.

Grilled Kraken leg butter.

It tastes like grilled squid butter. No flavoured seasoning is added to maximize the sensation of spicy, salty and bland flavors.

It's freshly baked, so it can taste a little different from semi-dried or dried squid.

I'd say it's very soft.

I felt like it was chewed away by a distinctive spicy aroma and bland innards. It was fun to sprinkle a little bit more salt, eat a bite, and then just cut off the tangy, ripe flesh.

Tangerines were covered in butter and had eaten the crunchy legs neatly. After eating six skewers, he ran back to the sea.

“I need to get some sleep. ”

Khan lies face down on the white sand. Like the Red Dragon, Khan liked the sunlight.

Time passed by on the beach in a different way.

Cheolho sat on the beach and waited for the night.

The sea of the day showed its refreshing charm and freshness, but the sea of the night was not without its appeal.

The sun was setting and the moon was rising.

When Tangerine, who never gets tired, spends all the energy of her whole body, falls asleep exhausted.

A colorful swarm of light rises from the other side of the sea.

A fireflie-like light rises from all over, hovering on the beach. That's a nightworm called Luminous. It eats salt in the atmosphere and ignites with it.

A colorful light illuminated the sea at night.

Saaaa-

You hear the sound of the waves coming in clearer. It was a quiet world.

The sea at night is still.

It was a good time to think. Chulho thought, watching the sea at night.

Cheolho's father was a Busan man.

My father, who had spent his childhood in Busan as a child, admired Seoul with his family. Suddenly, Cheolho looked at the remaining Kraken Circle on the plate.

What a waste to leave behind. That tastes just like Squid Conference.

Squid repellent was my father's favorite food.

When Cheolho's father was late for work, he would pack the squid repellent. With a bottle of soju.

Cheolho used to pour soju cups with such a father, watching late-night TV.

When I went to high school, I thought my life was over when I went to college. But going to college, it was just a new beginning.

When I went to the military and returned to school, there was a commotion that it was hard to work in the whole world. I'd rather go back to the army.

Hell started when I graduated from college.

Dreams are visions, they're planning studies.

The world pushed unemployed college students into a state of disability. I blamed him for not thinking anything. It's a TV, it's a book, it's all in one piece.

Is it wrong to live studying without a dream, thinking that you want to get a job where you pay a lot of money?

Whose fault is it?

I think I've been thinking about it a lot.

The dream of joining a large company was January 1 of the thirtieth year.

The reality was cold to ordinary college students, and Chulho got on the aging train after repeated job failures.

Since then, Cheolho's dream has been a class 9 government official.

Chulho didn't get a job until he was thirty, but his father encouraged him to.

The day before leaving for Noryangjin, my father said a word to Chulho for the first time.

- You're on your way.

Somehow I remember that word.

I took out a bottle of soju and put it in the glass. I took a sip.

In fact, those memories were no longer vivid. It's just fragments that remain and replace memories. It's not that important now that you're working.

I looked at the soju glass for a moment. Soju is sweet.

Cheolho never made it back.

That was the last day I saw my father. One day I was in Noryangjin, I was summoned to another world, and a lot of time passed.

When I think of my parents, there was a time when tears were flowing without me knowing it.

A lot of time passed, and a lot of tears flowed. So now I'm dumber for some reason. The river, which I thought would never dry up, is now dry.

Then.

“Hmm.”

Khan stands up with his base spread.

Chulho, who was staring at the lake at night, seemed depressed for some reason.

“What's the matter, Chulho? ”

“Huh?"

Cheolho looks at the compartment and shakes his head.

“No.”

Yeah, it is.

It's nothing.

Chulho smiles bitterly and gives Soju to Khan.

“Would you like a drink? ”

“Good.”

* * *

You cut off the edible parts of Kraken's corpse and thirst for it. Maybe I can enjoy a month with this amount of moderately thirsty.

It was late at night, after finishing the body by throwing it back into the sea and returning to the diner. Tangerines have run and swim and play most of the time, leading to a complete exhaustion.

Thanks to the tangerines falling, it's a night without a party.

I should try to make a dish suitable for that night.

First things first.

Slice the body and legs of a well-groomed kraken into a single mouth.

Then prepare the fried clothes. I put a little edible oil in the fried powder and poured salt and water to make it dry.

You put the meat of the kraken in those fried clothes and dress it up well.

I'd fry it if I wore fried clothes.

Put it in boiling oil at high temperature.

Tsh, tsh, tsh, tsh, tsh!

I like the sound of this fried sound whenever I hear it. Chulho pulled out the fries when the fried clothes were cooked yellow. Then fry it again.

Twice fried crunchy texture is complete with attractive ‘fried crackers’. His taste is very similar to that of a squid. In fact, it's okay to think of it as fried squid.

I tried eating one of the fried bodies that had been completed in a round ring shape.

I felt the chewing sensation of my fried clothes and then full of moisture.

The hot energy hocks over my neck and warms me up.

Gobble, gobble, gouge, gouge, gouge, gouge. I like that feeling, Chulho grins.

I also prefer soju, but it was also true that I needed a sip of beer at this time. Chulho put the remaining fries in one mouth and chewed again.

I'd like to spend a beer and a night in a basket with fries like that.

I picked up a glass of beer and looked up at the sky in the alley.

It's almost over for this boring summer.

Miyaoung-

Miyao-

The sound of cats coming.

Chulho smiled at the cats who came today as well.

“You're doing fine again today. ”

Two cats walk to the side of the chopped steel tiger and walk between the legs.

Cat.

These cats are quite interesting creatures.

Living in a human city, mindful of people, living in their own world at the same time.

There are many cats in the city.

I used to give leftovers to one or two cats who pass by the diner sometimes, but the cats came around at dawn.

There was a special one among the dogs.

“Let's see. Did you come today? ”

A big, poisonous guy with big eyes.

The fur pattern was red and dark, but it looked like a little tiger from afar. The tiger was named "Hodol."

A large cat stands at the back of the alley, looking this way.

“There you are.”

Hodoli was the leader of the nearby herd of cats, and his stronghold is the last mountain in the ruins behind the alleyway.

Probably settled down in the city a while back. After a while, I was more likely to leave.

Chulho lightly scorched Velto's chest toward the kitchen.

Then I took out the slightly ripe Velto breasts and made them good for tearing, then put them on a plate and gave them to the cats. The cats bite their chests, one by one, looking at the iron tiger, and weeping low.

And they often disappeared to that side.

Feeding long cats can do some damage around them. Noise pollution and piss everywhere can be a problem.

However, the cats were very quiet and polite, so they did not cause a big complaint.

“Hmm.”

Cheolho is about to enter, but Hodol is rushing in fast. Hodol sits on his butt on the ground and looks up at the iron hole.

It's big.

He was almost a mid-sized dog. More like a monster than a cat.

I glanced at Hojo with the Detect Eye.

- Tendency: Neutral ( )

-Class: -

-Class achievement: -

- Acquisition Ability: -

You're a common beast. They must have picked up some horseshoes somewhere to eat. If you pick up a stone and eat it, you will grow beyond the Beast's Bell.

Whoo-hoo!

Hodol bites something in his mouth. Put it down, one more time. Meow! Then it just disappeared away.

“....... ”

I did something, a rat.

A large rat corpse seems to be his own example. The problem is that it's not very nice.

.

It was a few days later.

The cats that came with me every day didn't come. Somehow, a sad night passed.

Looks like he left as soon as he expected.

“Ms. Grant, have you heard the rumors? ”

Today's morning guests were Jae-woo Choi. This chatty man opened his mouth as soon as he sat at the table, sweating from morning to morning.

“What rumors? ”

Chulho asked while handing him a glass of water with ice.

“Oh, thank you. ”

He swallowed a lot of water! I opened my mouth again as if I were going to live after swallowing it.

“There are a lot of cats in this street these days, right? ”

“Yes.”

Naturally, I see it often.

“More and more people are being attacked by cats. Soon, there will be a council action. ”

“Hmm?"

That's a little weird.

“Raids?”

Choi Jae-woo nodded.

“Yes, there were too many complaints on Temple Mercenaries' side, and they started to move. ”

Choi Jae-woo added with a serious face.

“The cats are huge. Be careful, boss. They say it's brutal. ”

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