Delicious!!

Amid Mog's scolding, Uvogin planted seedlings with sweat pouring down his face.

Under normal circumstances outside, if Mog dared to speak to him in that tone and with those words—

Uvogin guaranteed he would twist Mog's head off and shove it under his ass.

But in this strange rice paddy, he could only obediently follow Mog's instructions and arrangements.

And so, amid the trio's clumsy, frantic efforts, the entire rice paddy was filled with... relatively neat rows of seedlings.

"That counts as a simple completion."

Mog wiped the sweat from his face, then turned to the two behind him, who were also splattered with mud and looked as though they had crawled out of a mud pit.

"In about two hours, they'll be ready for harvest."

Two hours...

Machi, not even bothering to wipe the mud splashed across her face, looked up at the artificial little sun and dark clouds overhead.

Together with the rice paddies and seedlings on the ground, as well as that strange Mochi Maker...

No matter how she looked at it, this was not something a normal person should be capable of.

Beside her, Uvogin, whose waist was nearly broken from planting seedlings, stared intently at the field.

Although this sort of manual labor was nothing to Lord Uvogin, it was still his first time doing it—and under such bizarre circumstances, too. He couldn't help but stay tense.

But when he saw the seedlings covering the ground and thought about how he would see the results in just two hours—

And when he thought that he had planted them with his own hands, Uvogin couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from curling upward.

For some reason, he felt exceptionally refreshed.

Not knowing that this was called a sense of accomplishment, Uvogin and Machi both watched the little sun and dark clouds in the sky eagerly.

Fortunately, what happened next did not disappoint them.

Originally, after Doraemon and Nobita finished planting the seedlings, the machine that controlled the seasons malfunctioned.

The rain from the clouds became scarce, while the artificial little sun's heat surged, drying the entire field until it was nearly cracked apart.

While Doraemon complained that cheap goods were never good, he ran downstairs and got a bucket from his mother, who was cleaning.

Only then was the drought in the field resolved.

But after they poured in too much water, the clouds released far too much rain as well, making the rice prone to rotting.

They even had to place a sunny-weather doll in the middle of the field. It was terribly troublesome.

But now, this field equipment invented by Mog had none of those problems.

Normal sunlight and regular, moderate rainfall from the clouds allowed the seedlings in the field to grow beautifully.

The cycle continued like that for over an hour.

"They grew taller?!!"

Uvogin and Machi watched as the rice grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Very soon, the green shoots began to form ears, gradually ripening into a golden-yellow hue.

Originally, before this entire field of rice fully matured, there would be locust eggs mixed in that needed to be dealt with by catching the locusts.

But after Mog's invention, even the locust eggs had been eliminated.

Well, if a swarm of locusts really did appear, then for Uvogin and the others—

They might not even need to eat mochi. They could just eat roasted locusts instead.

Just like that, two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

A golden, glistening field of wheat came into the trio's view.

The plump ears hung from the stalks, nearly bending them over with their weight!!

Delicious!!

"Is this... the rice we grew?!!"

Uvogin witnessed it with his own eyes, especially after watching the entire process from planting to maturity.

The exhilaration in his heart welled up naturally, growing even stronger~!!

This feeling was truly amazing~!!

"..."

Machi still did not say much, but the corners of her pressed lips and her slightly brightened eyes were enough to reveal her current feelings.

"Alright, there's only one final step left."

Mog tossed each of them a small sickle, both included with this planting set.

"After cutting down the rice, just put it into the opening at the top of the machine's chimney."

At this point, Mog did not need to give any further instructions.

Uvogin had already rolled up his sleeves and, full of enthusiasm, stepped back into the field.

Machi followed close behind. As the two looked at the golden ears, their throats involuntarily bobbed.

It was as though they could already smell the fragrance of the grain.

Their already hungry stomachs felt even emptier after two hours of labor and waiting.

Now that they saw the results, they could no longer hold back. Waving their sickles, they charged forward.

Chop~ Chop~ Chop~!!

For a time, the only sound left in the room was the continuous cutting of grain.

Very quickly, piles upon piles of rice began to accumulate in front of Mog.

"Put this rice into the machine, and it'll automatically remove the husks, steam the rice, and finally turn it into mochi that comes out on its own..."

Mog dumped all the rice into the opening at the top of the machine's chimney, then pulled down the lever as the machine shook.

And then~~~

When Uvogin and Machi finished harvesting all the grain and climbed out of the field—

"This is..."

They saw a square, sticky cake carrying the fragrance of glutinous rice emerge from the bottom outlet of the machine as it shook!!

The faint wisps of steam instantly swept away the fatigue from Uvogin and Machi's bodies.

Their eyes stared fixedly at the freshly made mochi that had emerged, and then~~~

Drip.

One freshly made, steaming-hot mochi after another emerged from the opening beneath the machine.

"Mmm..."

Mog casually picked up a mochi that popped out of the machine and put it into his mouth.

The fragrance of glutinous rice mixed with its soft, sticky texture...

"Not bad~~~"

As he savored it, he nodded at Uvogin and Machi with a smile and gave his evaluation.

Uvogin: "..."

Machi: "~~~"

Clang!!

The two casually threw their sickles aside, then pounced over like starving tigers.

Chomp chomp chomp!!

Uvogin grabbed three mochi in one hand and shoved them straight into his mouth.

He chewed noisily, the sticky fragrance surging from his mouth to his nose and then straight into his brain!!

"Delicious~~~"

He only managed to mumble those two words before continuing to stuff mochi into his mouth.

If this stuff were not so sticky and prone to coating his mouth, Uvogin would have already devoured every last piece of mochi.

Even so, he kept up a pace where every mochi that came out was immediately stuffed into his mouth.

Machi's eating was not as unrestrained as Uvogin's, but her cheeks were still stuffed full.

"This is even better than the church's mochi."

During a brief gap between bites, Machi managed to say that.

Mm, this was the second sentence she had spoken since meeting Mog.

"Of course it tastes different when you make it yourself."

Mog smiled, casually picked up another mochi, and put it into his mouth.

Mm, it really did taste good, but it was still a little too dry. It would be even better with something to drink.

Uvogin and Machi did not respond, merely lowering their heads and eating mochi.

Mog looked at the numbers flashing on the [Mochi Maker].

The number on the upper row kept increasing, while the lower row remained fixed at 219.

In other words, the rice they had harvested could make 219 mochi.

It should originally have been 259, but because Uvogin and Machi were inexperienced, some of the rice had not grown properly.

Still, over two hundred was enough. It divided neatly into three shares, seventy-three each.

But clearly...

Mog glanced at Uvogin, who was still wolfing down mochi.

That big idiot had no intention of sharing food that had already reached his mouth with anyone else.

But that did not matter~~~