The Daily Life of a Half-Elf in Another World

I, Lynch, a time traveler, a half-elf, a D-level adventurer. He lives in an old house with a monthly rent of three silver coins in the North Lane of Oak Town. He has all his belongings: a half-elf hand-sword, a set of patched leather armor, and half a swordsmanship notebook with missing pages. But the most valuable thing is his kitchen. That's right, the kitchen of a single half-elf swordsman. The pots and pans are all stocked up, the spice jars are lined up, and the stove is polished so it can be used as a mirror. Turuk said that he was "an outlier among adventurers." In his previous life, Lynch's only way to relieve stress was to study recipes. So the daily life became practicing swordsmanship, accepting requests, cooking, and squatting in front of the tavern with Turuk to share the same piece of stew. The days pass by like a thick bubbling soup in a pot, unhurried and unhurried, and the aroma dissipates on its own. Until one day, when Lynch was handing in a task in the guild, an elf girl wearing a mage's robe turned around from the bulletin board and twitched the tip of her nose. "You smell of rosemary and roasted garlic," she said. Lynch: "... I made a pot of meat for lunch." Her eyes lit up: "Can you make pheasant stew in white soup?" Later, Lin Qi found out the reason why she recruited him to form a team. The guild registration book said - Occupation: Half-elf swordsman, Note: Excellent cooking skills.