12. Likes and Dislikes
Through twists and turns, two ignorant people joined forces and eventually created something to eat.
It was an arduous process, not like cooking, but like creating a world.
What's surprising, though, is that something that looks quite plausible came out of it.
“...Does it look okay?”
Diarin was honestly surprised.
Ceres's performance ability was quite useful.
If Diarin failed because she couldn't follow the instructions exactly, Ceres simply followed what she was told. He didn't even make his own variations.
It has been said that the way to avoid making a bad dish is to eliminate creativity.
In addition, the concept of time, quick reflexes, and endurance had a significant influence.
Add the ingredients in the correct order and time, take them out quickly if they seem to be burning, and stir at a steady pace.
Cooking was surprisingly a battle of physical strength.
Ceres's stamina was also very useful for cooking.
As a result, they succeeded in producing a somewhat edible result.
The smell was even more convincing.
“Oh, the smell too.”
Diarin buried her nose in the food and sniffed, savoring the aroma.
Unlike anything she ever made, the smell itself was enough to whet her appetite.
She wanted to eat it quickly, but there was an order.
“One bite first.”
They had to check it out because it might just be a poison that looks good.
Even if it's fatal, shouldn't we live and see?
Diarin placed a spoon in Ceres's hand and looked at him with expectant eyes.
Ceres took Diarin's fatal actions as a given and took a bite out of it.
“It is not toxic.”
"Oh."
It even received certification from Ceres.
Diarin quickly picked up the spoon.
The speed at which the spoon moved was as fast as the hungry stomach.
Diarin's eyes widened as she put a large spoonful in her mouth without even thinking about tasting it.
'Is it edible?!'
It was a taste that made Diarin's eyes sparkle as she barely managed to survive on things that didn't taste like food, even when eaten, things that were hard to tell if they were food or garbage.
Diarin eagerly clung to the food.
The cookbook, intended for family cooking, contained a considerable amount of food. It was enough for Ceres and Diarin.
But both of them had burning appetites.
She ate and ate and ate until the last spoonful was left.
“It’s delicious, gasp gasp.”
Diarin couldn't put down her spoon even though she was gasping for food.
The last spoonful.
Their gazes met in mid-air.
She was full, but she was sad that she couldn't finish the last spoonful.
At that moment, Ceres put down the spoon he was holding. It was a concession.
Diarin, who had momentarily lost her sense of reason in front of food, was even thinking of fighting the mad dog of the 8th unit with a spoon.
That solemn resolution was put to shame by Ceres's concession.
“Uh... I don’t think I’ll make any concessions...”
"Concession?"
Ceres felt unfamiliar with the word, as if it were the first time he had heard it.
“No, I won’t. If you’re full, I’ll eat.”
“I’m not full.”
Diarin's spoon, which was reaching for the last spoonful, stopped.
If it's not full and it's not a concession, then what is it?
Ceres watched Diarin eat somewhat quietly.
She felt something awkward.
What is it? What is it?
Diarin, who had been thinking about it, ended up breaking the remaining food in half with a spoon.
“Let’s eat half each.”
Then Ceres' eyes widened.
There was surprise in his eyes as he looked back and forth between the remaining food and Diarin.
He felt embarrassed when he received such a look for giving up only half a spoonful.
“Eat quickly.”
Diarin ate half of the food herself and then pushed the entire bowl towards Ceres.
Then Ceres also picked up his spoon again.
Compared to that, the speed at which the food disappeared into his mouth was fast.
The image of him waiting quietly until she ordered him to eat flashed through her mind.
'No way?'
Maybe that's right.
Already within Ceres, Diarin has established herself as the one giving orders.
Appointed by Robben, the top boss, and the one with the whistle that binds him.
So, of course, he gave up on what he wanted to eat and ate it when she ordered him to.
‘Ah... How do I get rid of that military uniform?’
If you give the order to 'take down the military', it seems like they'll take off in an instant.
She was briefly wondering whether she should try it or not.
For now, she decided to try it out little by little while getting treatment.
“Thanks to you, I had a good meal.”
“...”
“I ate well.”
“...”
“Thank you for cooking.”
No matter what Diarin said, Ceres just stared blankly.
She guesses she has to teach him even these basic responses.
The period has been extended again.
But when the stomach was full, people naturally became kinder. Diarin smiled kindly and explained.
“If someone expresses gratitude, just say, ‘You’re welcome.’”
"... You're welcome."
“Oh my, you’re good.”
She did a really good job of telling him to do it.
It was admirable that he recited each character with great effort, even though he stumbled over the first word because it was awkward.
Diarin almost petted it like a puppy.
"Well, done?"
“Yes, you did well. Thank you for following along exactly as I taught you.”
"You're welcome."
“Hahaha. Thanks to you, I had a great meal. Thank you again for making such a delicious meal.”
"You're welcome."
It was fun to teach because once you teach them, they get better right away.
She felt a sense of accomplishment.
It was a bit of a revelation to her how she could teach an illiterate person manners that would keep up with the aristocratic society.
With this level of learning ability, he might be able to do it surprisingly quickly.
If only she could get rid of the military discipline and obedience that is ingrained in him.
“How was the food? Was it worth it?”
“Easy to perform.”
“...No, was it fun?”
"...fun...?"
The breathing that was about to ease a little was once again choked by the tone of voice that didn't know what fun was.
It seems like they need to start over again from the basic concepts of everything in the world, not just letters...
Diarin remained calm, grateful for the delicious meal.
“It’s not that I didn’t want to do it, oh, I guess I just did it because I had to.”
“...”
Diarin's understanding of the target was quite accurate.
First of all, Ceres had no concept of his own emotions.
If you can't even tell the difference between like and dislike, asking them what they think will only be vague and difficult.
“Um... Then, did you want to quit while doing it, or did you want to do it again?”
If I explain it this simply, won't you be able to understand a little?
Ceres seemed to think for a moment, just as Diarin had intended.
That's right, it seems like he's thinking about it quite seriously since he didn't give an answer.
After a while, when Ceres finally managed to come up with an answer, she thought, "I should start washing the dishes soon so the food scraps don't harden."
“Do I have to do it again?”
“If you want to do it, then do it. If you don’t want to, then you don’t have to.”
“You don’t have to do it...?”
It was the reaction of someone who had just discovered that such a choice could exist in the world.
Diarin smiled kindly and nodded.
"Yeah, well, I guess it'll work out somehow. My cooking skills might improve with practice, too."
“I want to do it.”
“...”
Rather than saying that you truly want to ‘cook’... it sounds more like you don’t want to die...
It's edible.
You ate well. After eating well.
Diarin felt betrayed again by Ceres' change of heart.
“Then, could you please continue cooking?”
Ceres nodded and made a firm resolution.
Thanks to him, two people's lives were saved. It was a good thing.
On the one hand, her conscience was slightly pricked.
Where in the world can you find a master cook?
No. The young master is a person who does whatever he wants.
Wouldn't it be okay to say that his hobby is cooking?
...Oh, that was very forced.
But...
'You work so hard, with all your heart, soul, and divine power, wouldn't it be okay to eat one raw?'
Diarin gave justification for exploitation.
In fact, since they didn't pay her more for cooking, she was the one being exploited.
This is not about exploiting Ceres's labor, but about liberating her from her own exploitation!
God said to love.
That would obviously include loving yourself.
Diarin drew the sign of the cross with great sincerity.
Ceres' socialization process went relatively smoothly.
Some things were surprisingly easy to do, and some things were absolutely impossible to do.
“What about carrots?”
"Commonly."
"Bed."
“I don’t like it.”
"Spinach."
"Good."
First of all, she clearly learned what he likes and what he dislikes.
A person who at first couldn't even tell what was good and what was bad has made great progress.
Now, there were times when he would say yes or no without Diarin asking.
It felt like a conversation with a person.
He kept listening and talking, but it didn't feel like they were having a conversation.
But these days, there are many times when she feels like something called a 'conversation' is being established.
At least Diarin felt quite relieved that they could communicate.
People need to talk about useless things sometimes to relieve tension and add vitality to their lives.
Diarin, who had relaxed slightly, asked a question half-jokingly.
“Me?”
“I don’t like it.”
“...”
...This son of a bitch.
Through twists and turns, two ignorant people joined forces and eventually created something to eat.
It was an arduous process, not like cooking, but like creating a world.
What's surprising, though, is that something that looks quite plausible came out of it.
“...Does it look okay?”
Diarin was honestly surprised.
Ceres's performance ability was quite useful.
If Diarin failed because she couldn't follow the instructions exactly, Ceres simply followed what she was told. He didn't even make his own variations.
It has been said that the way to avoid making a bad dish is to eliminate creativity.
In addition, the concept of time, quick reflexes, and endurance had a significant influence.
Add the ingredients in the correct order and time, take them out quickly if they seem to be burning, and stir at a steady pace.
Cooking was surprisingly a battle of physical strength.
Ceres's stamina was also very useful for cooking.
As a result, they succeeded in producing a somewhat edible result.
The smell was even more convincing.
“Oh, the smell too.”
Diarin buried her nose in the food and sniffed, savoring the aroma.
Unlike anything she ever made, the smell itself was enough to whet her appetite.
She wanted to eat it quickly, but there was an order.
“One bite first.”
They had to check it out because it might just be a poison that looks good.
Even if it's fatal, shouldn't we live and see?
Diarin placed a spoon in Ceres's hand and looked at him with expectant eyes.
Ceres took Diarin's fatal actions as a given and took a bite out of it.
“It is not toxic.”
"Oh."
It even received certification from Ceres.
Diarin quickly picked up the spoon.
The speed at which the spoon moved was as fast as the hungry stomach.
Diarin's eyes widened as she put a large spoonful in her mouth without even thinking about tasting it.
'Is it edible?!'
It was a taste that made Diarin's eyes sparkle as she barely managed to survive on things that didn't taste like food, even when eaten, things that were hard to tell if they were food or garbage.
Diarin eagerly clung to the food.
The cookbook, intended for family cooking, contained a considerable amount of food. It was enough for Ceres and Diarin.
But both of them had burning appetites.
She ate and ate and ate until the last spoonful was left.
“It’s delicious, gasp gasp.”
Diarin couldn't put down her spoon even though she was gasping for food.
The last spoonful.
Their gazes met in mid-air.
She was full, but she was sad that she couldn't finish the last spoonful.
At that moment, Ceres put down the spoon he was holding. It was a concession.
Diarin, who had momentarily lost her sense of reason in front of food, was even thinking of fighting the mad dog of the 8th unit with a spoon.
That solemn resolution was put to shame by Ceres's concession.
“Uh... I don’t think I’ll make any concessions...”
"Concession?"
Ceres felt unfamiliar with the word, as if it were the first time he had heard it.
“No, I won’t. If you’re full, I’ll eat.”
“I’m not full.”
Diarin's spoon, which was reaching for the last spoonful, stopped.
If it's not full and it's not a concession, then what is it?
Ceres watched Diarin eat somewhat quietly.
She felt something awkward.
What is it? What is it?
Diarin, who had been thinking about it, ended up breaking the remaining food in half with a spoon.
“Let’s eat half each.”
Then Ceres' eyes widened.
There was surprise in his eyes as he looked back and forth between the remaining food and Diarin.
He felt embarrassed when he received such a look for giving up only half a spoonful.
“Eat quickly.”
Diarin ate half of the food herself and then pushed the entire bowl towards Ceres.
Then Ceres also picked up his spoon again.
Compared to that, the speed at which the food disappeared into his mouth was fast.
The image of him waiting quietly until she ordered him to eat flashed through her mind.
'No way?'
Maybe that's right.
Already within Ceres, Diarin has established herself as the one giving orders.
Appointed by Robben, the top boss, and the one with the whistle that binds him.
So, of course, he gave up on what he wanted to eat and ate it when she ordered him to.
‘Ah... How do I get rid of that military uniform?’
If you give the order to 'take down the military', it seems like they'll take off in an instant.
She was briefly wondering whether she should try it or not.
For now, she decided to try it out little by little while getting treatment.
“Thanks to you, I had a good meal.”
“...”
“I ate well.”
“...”
“Thank you for cooking.”
No matter what Diarin said, Ceres just stared blankly.
She guesses she has to teach him even these basic responses.
The period has been extended again.
But when the stomach was full, people naturally became kinder. Diarin smiled kindly and explained.
“If someone expresses gratitude, just say, ‘You’re welcome.’”
"... You're welcome."
“Oh my, you’re good.”
She did a really good job of telling him to do it.
It was admirable that he recited each character with great effort, even though he stumbled over the first word because it was awkward.
Diarin almost petted it like a puppy.
"Well, done?"
“Yes, you did well. Thank you for following along exactly as I taught you.”
"You're welcome."
“Hahaha. Thanks to you, I had a great meal. Thank you again for making such a delicious meal.”
"You're welcome."
It was fun to teach because once you teach them, they get better right away.
She felt a sense of accomplishment.
It was a bit of a revelation to her how she could teach an illiterate person manners that would keep up with the aristocratic society.
With this level of learning ability, he might be able to do it surprisingly quickly.
If only she could get rid of the military discipline and obedience that is ingrained in him.
“How was the food? Was it worth it?”
“Easy to perform.”
“...No, was it fun?”
"...fun...?"
The breathing that was about to ease a little was once again choked by the tone of voice that didn't know what fun was.
It seems like they need to start over again from the basic concepts of everything in the world, not just letters...
Diarin remained calm, grateful for the delicious meal.
“It’s not that I didn’t want to do it, oh, I guess I just did it because I had to.”
“...”
Diarin's understanding of the target was quite accurate.
First of all, Ceres had no concept of his own emotions.
If you can't even tell the difference between like and dislike, asking them what they think will only be vague and difficult.
“Um... Then, did you want to quit while doing it, or did you want to do it again?”
If I explain it this simply, won't you be able to understand a little?
Ceres seemed to think for a moment, just as Diarin had intended.
That's right, it seems like he's thinking about it quite seriously since he didn't give an answer.
After a while, when Ceres finally managed to come up with an answer, she thought, "I should start washing the dishes soon so the food scraps don't harden."
“Do I have to do it again?”
“If you want to do it, then do it. If you don’t want to, then you don’t have to.”
“You don’t have to do it...?”
It was the reaction of someone who had just discovered that such a choice could exist in the world.
Diarin smiled kindly and nodded.
"Yeah, well, I guess it'll work out somehow. My cooking skills might improve with practice, too."
“I want to do it.”
“...”
Rather than saying that you truly want to ‘cook’... it sounds more like you don’t want to die...
It's edible.
You ate well. After eating well.
Diarin felt betrayed again by Ceres' change of heart.
“Then, could you please continue cooking?”
Ceres nodded and made a firm resolution.
Thanks to him, two people's lives were saved. It was a good thing.
On the one hand, her conscience was slightly pricked.
Where in the world can you find a master cook?
No. The young master is a person who does whatever he wants.
Wouldn't it be okay to say that his hobby is cooking?
...Oh, that was very forced.
But...
'You work so hard, with all your heart, soul, and divine power, wouldn't it be okay to eat one raw?'
Diarin gave justification for exploitation.
In fact, since they didn't pay her more for cooking, she was the one being exploited.
This is not about exploiting Ceres's labor, but about liberating her from her own exploitation!
God said to love.
That would obviously include loving yourself.
Diarin drew the sign of the cross with great sincerity.
***
Ceres' socialization process went relatively smoothly.
Some things were surprisingly easy to do, and some things were absolutely impossible to do.
“What about carrots?”
"Commonly."
"Bed."
“I don’t like it.”
"Spinach."
"Good."
First of all, she clearly learned what he likes and what he dislikes.
A person who at first couldn't even tell what was good and what was bad has made great progress.
Now, there were times when he would say yes or no without Diarin asking.
It felt like a conversation with a person.
He kept listening and talking, but it didn't feel like they were having a conversation.
But these days, there are many times when she feels like something called a 'conversation' is being established.
At least Diarin felt quite relieved that they could communicate.
People need to talk about useless things sometimes to relieve tension and add vitality to their lives.
Diarin, who had relaxed slightly, asked a question half-jokingly.
“Me?”
“I don’t like it.”
“...”
...This son of a bitch.
It was far, it was far.
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