Tensei Shitara Yadoya no Musuko deshita: Inakagai de Nonbiri Slow-life o Okurou

Morning Preparations

While stroking my sleeping head, I take out my clothes from the wardrobe.

A white short-sleeved shirt with a slight grayish tint, and short pants.

Compared to the clothes of my previous life, the material is quite rough, but I like the simple design with the strings in it because it is very typical of a fantasy villager.

As a former fan of fantasy anime and light novels, I never get tired of looking at all the unusual things in this world.

After changing out of my pajamas and into normal clothes, I went down the ladder to help with the morning’s work.

At the bottom of the ladder, there is a large room for my family and several smaller rooms on the fourth floor, but my work area is mainly on the first, second, and third floors. I walked through the fourth floor room, passed through the door, and went down the stairs to the first floor.

The first floor is mainly filled with the kitchen and dining rooms. The system is to have a simple reception here and then take the customers to the rooms on the second and third floors.

In the kitchen, I could smell the delicious aroma of my father’s morning preparations.

「Tori, if you’re awake, you can help him in the kitchen! ———You look terrible. Go wash your face first.」

While I was sniffing the smells wafting from the kitchen, my mother, her long blonde hair pulled up in an updo, pushed me back and led me out into the garden.

As soon as she pushed me out into the garden, she began to pull the chairs in the dining room down from the table.

I guess my sister’s impatience must have come from my mother. With this in mind, I went to the well in the garden to wash my face.

Of course, there was no running water in the house.

I had to fetch water from the well and use it myself.

I dropped the bucket from the well and pulled it up with a rope, one way and the other. (Tarai= Washbasin/basin but bucket sounds better.)

It’s a lot of work just to pull up a bucket full of water.

It would be easier if I could use my knowledge of my past life to develop a pump or something like that, like the fantasy protagonists often do there, but I don’t have that kind of knowledge.

How can a mere salaryman have such knowledge?

There are magic and magical tools in this world, and I heard that it would be much easier if I could use them, but I’m afraid I don’t have any connections to such things either.

Even though I’ve been reincarnated, I have a lot of things that I don’t have, but I’m still having a good time.

Even if it’s inconvenient, once you get used to it, there’s nothing wrong with it.

With this in mind, I washed my face in a tub of water.

In the surface of the water, there was no reflection of a beautiful boy with golden hair and stunning ⋯ but the face of a boy with brown hair and frizzy hair, who looked somewhat sleepy.

There is no such thing as a well-rounded face, nor a pretty face.

While my mother and sister are a stunning beauty and a beautiful girl, I have a bland face.

I inherited my brown hair from my father, but he is a nice guy with a wild side compared to me. I wondered what kind of genetic change had led to the birth of such an unattractive child.

I washed my face and fixed my sleeping habits.

After checking my face in the water to make sure everything was okay, I went to the kitchen as my mother had told me.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw a burly man with brown hair cutting vegetables in a rhythmic pattern.

He had a chiseled, wild face and a huge body that looked to be about 180 centimeters tall. Even with his apron on, I could see his muscles rising and falling.

This man, Abel, is my father, the main source of my genes.

Even though he’s a different type, he’s still a good-looking man. Why couldn’t I inherit it better?

As I was looking at him with suspicion, my father noticed me coming into the kitchen, stopped moving the knife, and turned his head to me.

「Tori, have you washed your face properly?」

「I just washed it properly. You see my bangs are wet.」

「Is that so? I know you’re sleepy, but can’t you look a little more confident?」

I’ve washed my face properly, but what do he say?

I don’t know why I keep getting the same kind of comments wherever I go.

They say that I look sleepy, that I don’t seem to be motivated. It’s a terrible misunderstanding, because I have a perfectly normal face.

「Well, that’s okay. Just chop the vegetables there as usual.」

「Okay.」

Dad said, and I grabbed a knife from the kitchen.

Vegetables to be used today are lined up on the table. Cabbage, lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, and other ingredients that I’ve seen before, as well as ingredients that are unique to this world.

There are creatures called demons in this world, and they’re full of all kinds of strange ingredients. In terms of the number of ingredients, it would be hard to compete with the world of my previous life.

「There are a lot of tomatoes and cabbages today.」

「Yes, the farmer brought us fresh tomatoes and cabbage today, so I’m going to make a simple cabbage roll with tomatoes.」

「Oh, that sounds good.」

Use the fresh ingredients as they are. I think cabbage rolls stewed in tomatoes is very good.

I think it will be the main menu for this morning.

However, the customers would not like it if that was the only thing on the morning menu. I’ll have to prepare some other simple dishes as well, though not as much.

The reason I’m chopping vegetables like this is for the vegetable soup that will be on the other menu.

I repeat the monotonous process of cutting and peeling the ingredients.

I’ve always liked this kind of monotonous work, so it’s not too hard for me.

After all, I don’t have to think about anything while I’m working. I used to escape from reality by immersing myself in this kind of cooking when I had bad days at work or when I was in a trouble.