Stroking my head, which has a habit of falling asleep, I take out the clothes in my wardrobe.

A white short-sleeved shirt with a slightly grayish color, and short pants.

Compared to the clothes of my previous life, the material of these clothes is quite stiff, but I like them because they are simple and have a string design, which is typical of the villagers in fantasy.

As a person who used to enjoy fantasy anime and light novels, I never get tired of looking at all the unusual things in this world.

After changing from pajamas to normal clothes, I go down the ladder to help with the morning work.

Down the ladder, there is a large family room and several smaller rooms on the fourth floor, but I don't go through them because I work mainly on the first, second, and third floors. I go through a door through a room on the fourth floor and down the stairs to the first floor.

The first floor is mainly occupied by the kitchen and the dining room. After a brief reception here, customers are taken to the rooms on the second and third floors.

In the kitchen, there is an aromatic smell of father preparing for the morning meal.

Tori, if you're awake, help him in the kitchen! --You look terrible. You have a sleeping habit. Go wash your face first.

As I smell the smell coming from the kitchen, my mother, who wears her long blond hair up, pushes me back and leads me out into the garden.

She pushes me out into the garden and starts to pull down the chairs from the table in the dining room.

I guess my sister's impatience must have come from my mother. Thinking this, I go to the well in the garden to wash my face.

Of course, there is no convenient water supply in the house.

I have to fetch water from the well by myself.

I drop the tarai from the well and pull it up with a rope from the well.

It is a hard job just to pull up a full of water.

It would be easier if I could develop a pump using the knowledge of my previous life like a typical fantasy hero, but I don't have such knowledge.

How can a mere businessman have such knowledge?

I heard that there are magic and magical tools in this world, and it would be much easier to use them, but unfortunately, I don't have such knowledge either.

I am enjoying my life even though I am a reincarnated person with nothing.

It doesn't matter once you get used to it, even if it is inconvenient.

With these thoughts in mind, I wash my face in a basin of water.

On the surface of the water, there was not a golden-haired, stunningly beautiful boy in the ...... reflection, but the face of a somewhat sleepy-looking boy with brown hair.

He did not have a well-defined face, nor a pretty face.

My mother and sister are stunningly beautiful girls, while I have a plain face.

I inherited my father's brown hair, but he is a nice guy, though he is wild compared to me. I wonder what kind of genetic change has caused me to be born such a plain-looking child.

I wash my face and straighten my sleeping habit.

After checking my face in the water and confirming that everything is fine, I head for the kitchen as my mother has told me to do.

When I enter the kitchen, a burly man with brown hair is chopping vegetables with a rhythmic thump.

He had a chiseled, wild-looking face and a huge body that looked to be about 180 centimeters tall. Even with his apron on, you could see his muscles bulging.

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

He is also a good-looking man, though of a different type. I wonder why I could not inherit it well.

As I was looking at him sceptically, my father stopped the knife and turned his head to me, as if he had noticed me coming into the kitchen.

Tori, did you wash your face properly?

I just washed up a little while ago. Look, your bangs are wet.

'Really? I know you're sleepy, but could you put on a firmer face?'

I have washed my face properly, but what can I say?

For some reason, I get the same kind of comments wherever I go.

They say I look sleepy or unmotivated. It's a huge misconception that I have a perfectly normal face.

Well, it doesn't matter. Cut the vegetables there as usual.

'Yes, sir.

Dad tells me to grab the knife in the kitchen.

On the kitchen table are all the vegetables we will use today. Cabbage, lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, and other ingredients that I have seen in my previous life, as well as those that are unique to this world.

This world is filled with various mysterious ingredients because of the existence of creatures called demons. In terms of the number of ingredients, the world of my previous life could not possibly compete.

There are a lot of tomatoes and cabbages today.

'Yes, because the farmer brought us fresh tomatoes and cabbage today. I think I'll simply make cabbage rolls with tomatoes today.

Oh, that's nice.

Fresh ingredients are used as they are. I think cabbage rolls with tomatoes are very good.

I think it will be the main menu this morning.

However, the customers would not like it if it were the only thing on the morning menu. We need to have some other simple dishes, though not so much.

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

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

I have always liked this kind of monotonous work, so it is not so hard for me.

I don't have to think about anything while I am working. When I was having a bad day at work, or when I was feeling a bit fragile, I used to escape from reality by devoting myself to cooking like this.