It's been a few days since I delivered the homemade iron plate.
When I visited the orphanage, I found no children playing outside, which was unusual, and they seemed to be working on something, stuck in two places.

Hmmm. It smells good.
You had lunch...
I can't resist the smell.

I went out shopping with White today, and at White's suggestion, we stopped by the orphanage on the way home to check on him.
Maybe he was curious because he came home with a nice smell last time.

'Oh, brother!　You came for me?　White, too!
Hmm. He's here.

A girl about White's age noticed us and pulled us to the front of the group, pulling our hands away.

'Oh, brother!　Thanks for the iron plate!

A boy who is making okonomiyaki while sweating on the teppan, wraps a cloth around his head to keep the sweat from dripping off, and thanks me.
Hmmm, is the cold wind not flowing or is it weak?　No. Is it a deliberate cut?
I smiled and looked into the okonomiyaki, "I mean, he thanked me when he brought the griddle to me, too.

'How's it feel?'
"Heh. I'm getting good at this!　After all, he's a great teacher!

Oh, wow. That's a good one.
It's true that the grilling process is very tasty.
White is gazing at it, but don't touch the griddle, okay?

'Try one!　I've even tried to be creative over here!

Then he cut the freshly cooked okonomiyaki in half on the teppan, transferred it to a wooden plate and handed it to us in a gorgeous manner.
His speed has increased and he seems to have improved a lot.
The spatula seems to be perfect, and after handing it to him, he spins it around and around.

"Lord, Lord. I want to eat white too.
Oh. Which.....

I break it open and put it in White's mouth, and he eats it happily, saying "Ohhhh!
I take a bite while watching him smile and examine the freshly made hotness, giggling.

''Oh.....

It's fluffier than the one I made.
Is this ... a ... yam ...?
The inside was fluffy and soft, but the outside was crispy and savory, and in short, delicious.

Hehe. What do you think?
Yeah, it's good. Did you mix in some yamamoi?
'Hi, you're a teacher's teacher. You can tell in one shot!

Well, it's pretty much the same thing in the original world.
Still, it's amazing how much we devised it ourselves before I could say anything.

Hm. Yum!

White seemed to be in a good mood as I handed him the plate I was holding and he continued to eat, smearing his mouth with sauce.

It looks like the plates are handmade.
'Yes!　We're splitting up the roles now!　The kid who wants to be an adventurer takes wood and the kid who wants to be a production type practices processing. The kid with a magical background is pouring magic power into magic stones and storing them!　And me, the kid who wants to be a chef and the kid who wants to be a civilian is in charge of okonomiyaki!

Heh. That's kind of a controlled action....
Each of you are doing what you can to help by doing what you can?

'So where is that teacher?'
I'm teaching on the other side now.
Okay. Well, I'm just gonna have to show my face.
'Yes!　You'll have to come back later!

Oh," he says, and turns his feet toward the other mass.
There are more people here, and the age of the people is probably a little lower.

'Yes. You continue to lift it up a bit and return it to the front. If you tilt it up... yeah. You're good at it.
Ehehe. It's what I'm trying to teach you.

The number of steel plates we donated was two.
From what I've seen of the festival tent, it seems to be wide, but also deep, so I decided to build a second one.
We may use one of them if we want to keep it open after the festival is over, but we can keep the other one as a spare.
Well, if it breaks, I'll fix it right away.

Ehehe. There you go!
Yes, sir. Very well done. Now all you have to do is transfer it to a plate, pour the sauce and mayonnaise on top, and it's ready to go.
Yeah!

The child happily looks at the okonomiyaki on his plate while pouring his own sauce and mayonnaise on it.

"Mayonez wiggles like a flowing stream.......................... It got interrupted...

He's a bit shabby, but I don't think it's that much of a concern.
It seems he's imitating me because I poured it on him the first time, but he's having a hard time with it.
By the way, I made a container for the mayonnaise that had four thin lines coming out of it.
Meanwhile, Wendy, who is dealing with the microscopic trash on the griddle, seems to notice me and comes over to me, quickly cleaning up.

'Master. I see you're here.
Yeah. He's a good teacher.
Hmm. I'm normal. Kids are quick to swallow.

Wendy learned quickly after teaching her a little bit, so she came to teach the kids as a teacher until they could teach each other.
It's kind of like being full of motherly qualities, so it seems that Wendy is also well-liked by the children.


''Teacher!　Let me see that one!
Shit. Again?　You won't get better at that stuff, will you?
Please!

It can't be helped. Wendy says, but she doesn't seem to have a problem with it.
She asks me to watch too, and I watch Wendy cook okonomiyaki alongside the kids.
I wonder what on earth she is going to do.

There are five pieces of okonomiyaki on the teppan, and it's almost ready to be cooked.
When the okonomiyaki was about to be cooked, Wendy quickly inserted a spatula into the grill and returned the okonomiyaki with one hand and finished cooking it in five consecutive batches.

""Oh!"
'Fu ... everyone can take it slow with both hands, okay?　You shouldn't practice.
""Yes!"

The kids responded cheerfully, and as I started making okonomiyaki again, Wendy came over to me with a good smile.

'How did you like it?'
Yeah. That was great. When did you learn to give it back with one hand?
Hmm. Once I got the hang of it, it was easy.


By the way, she asked the boy who's cooking over there to be the first to play the role of teacher, saying he's licensed to do so.


Speaking of which, Misela is........well, practicing.
'Yes. I'm practicing diligently.

Mizzella was staring intently at the end of the teppan as she stared at the okonomiyaki.
Misela was there with Wendy, but she was still not used to it, holding the spatula in her hands and staring at it as if she was staring at it now and then, as if she was putting too much effort into it.

Then, I felt that the cooking was just right.
The spatula was inserted from both sides, but then he started to lift it up very carefully.
Then he stopped moving at a very high point.
I was looking at it to see what he was going to do, but he seemed confused, so I approached him from behind and gently touched his hand.

"Oh, sir?
'You don't have to raise it so high. It's crispy on the outside, so just tilt it slowly like this and give it back when it starts moving...

I taught her by taking Mizella's hand from behind and moving it.
I showed the children that it would be easier to do this depending on the softness of the okonomiyaki.

Thank you very much. I get nervous when I have to give it back...
But it doesn't mean that you can't eat it if you fail. But even if you fail, it doesn't mean you can't eat it, so I think it's important not to be afraid to try. Don't be afraid to make mistakes, kids.
""Yes!"

Mm-hm.
There's still a lot of good, honest kids here.
Now, that's the problem.

"Sir, master. I don't feel comfortable returning it to you...

No, no, no, no, why is he holding the okonomiyaki up high in what could be considered an awkward position?
Your arm is pulling up.....
You were returning it brilliantly just now, weren't you?
You used to spin it around with one spatula, didn't you?

Yes, sir. Please go away.... Why is it that Miss Wendy is not happy in front of her husband?
'I'm going to go and say no more......... I'm starting to feel like I'm not good enough....

Wendy made a delirious face as she walked around behind Wendy and gently put her hands on her and let her down slowly.

'Say, you're your teacher's teacher...'
''Yeah. A great teacher in front of us is formless in front of your teacher's teacher....
You're a fool. That's a woman's heart.
You guys just need to practice...



After that, I was to teach him as his teacher, too.
They hadn't decided on a menu yet, so I suggested cheese and showed them how to make it, and they seemed to really like it.

He seemed to like it very much when I showed him the cheese I suggested. I didn't want to add too many different kinds of cheese to the menu, so we decided on a standard pork ball with cheese and mashed moi as toppings for an extra charge.

The orphanage will be united for the festival, and once the kids are able to teach each other, our help is over.
Then we can look forward to the results of the festival.