Iris…… she’s lost in thoughts all this time.
Things I could do disappeared.
Then……
Shall I sort out my things? How many ingredients I have, how much possessions I have at me?
Umm, umm. Rustling through the pocket. I retrieve the ingredients wrapped in cloth and scarf from the Infinite Storage. Yokkoishotto.
In the carry-on,
seaweed salt, miso, jam, brown sugar, honey, soup stock pack, malt, dried fruits, and biscuits are remaining.
In the wrapping cloth,
tomato, carrot, potato, onion, spring onion, pumpkin, spinach, peach, apple, orange, and wheat flour.
What I collected a while ago,
mint, mugwort, chrysanthemum, chamomile, perilla, rosemary, rosa rugosa, rose.
Also, what I want is pepper andJapanese pepper, red pepper, wasabi, and mustard flavor.
Ah, Japanese ginger, ginger, garlic or Japanese parsley, I would also like flavors like that of mitsuba.
If I were greedy, soybeans or adzuki for soy sauce and miso……
Ah, salt is also needed…… and sugar…… if possible……
I was this greedy, huh?
But, the things I want are all food……
That might be a little miserable……