Steamed Twice-Cooked Crab

This is the second month since the seven-year-old Dismasco arrived in the Sanctuary, and it is also the second year and two months since the Cancer Gold Saint, who was dragged by his comrades to hit the Wall of Sighs, resurrected his life. He picked up a kitchen knife and drove "Saga", who was in charge of today's meals, out of the small kitchen next to the training ground. With the knife in hand, he chopped Romano tomatoes and sweet onions into fine dices. There is nothing to stop an Italian who wants to eat pasta. The North African desert once stood in front of Italians, but Italians still used drinking water to cook noodles and eat pasta. "Is it Dismasco's turn to cook again today? That's great!" Aiolia, who was exhausted from training, cheered softly. His short body was held under the armpits of his leaping brother, and he looked very much like a honey-colored ragdoll cat. "Saga, please take care of it for a while." Aiolia glanced at Garen who was disguised as Saga, and gave him Aiolia, which was covered in stinking sweat, regardless of Garen's resistance. "Dismask, the salt isn't there, don't climb on the cabinet." He rushed into the kitchen to stop the demon king who was trying to open the cabinet on a four-legged stool with only three long legs. "Dismasco is not used to food." Abrodi, who was only a little cleaner than Aiolia, smacked his lips. The gray-haired Shura stood next to Abrodi like a living plaster statue and said nothing. His stomach let out a long sigh and spoke for him. "It would be nice if he doesn't get used to it a few times." The hungry Golden Saint candidates reached a consensus. Concept: A world of supporting characters