Isekai Ryouridou

And it was time to settle.

The days and nights intersect, every demon moment.

The great hall of the main residence of the house of Lew, lit by the flames of candlesticks hoisted everywhere.

Now there, accompanied by Raina-Lou, Ziba-Lou, the eldest of the Lou family, shows up - now we all have it.

It is a large hall full of twenty tatami, about twice larger than the house of Ai-Fa.

There is no difference in the construction itself, but the knives, bows and arrows of the men, fur cloaks, and armaments like short spears in the pattern are embellished on the walls with hangings that appear to be made from the bones of Giva.

And on the wall behind the head of the parent, arrayed in the upper seat, a giva fur as huge as a monster, and a disastrous skull.

I wonder how many hundreds of kilograms of giant giva you were in your lifetime?

Occupationally, even I, who couldn't possibly be shaken by animal fur, bone gallows, etc. was so immense that I was inspired by a little awe.

"Hmm. You finally did."

Donda-Lou crumbles uncomfortably while lavishly filling the earthen bottle of fruit liquor.

Instead, Ziba-Lou sat down a bit.

You look really small because the person next door is too big.

Not only was the long coat of a single piece of cloth worn by the married ladies, but their shoulders were also woven with shawl-like cloth, and their figure, whimpering with some sort of cursive ornament, had become small as if it were dried fruit.

I wasn't sure because my hips are bent, but even my back must be smaller than Raina-Lou's.

How can a head wrapped in silver hair only be about the size of a rimi-lu?

Its brilliantly pigmented hair is splashed in two down there, just like the straw Raina-Lou, and its face is like a squeaky monkey. It's so shitty, I don't even know which ones are the eyes.

Fingertips that stick out of your shoulders are as thin and weak as dead branches. If Raina-Lou, whose very existence is as tense as a pneumonia and who has lowered his back with it, lets go of his hand, he's going to collapse to pieces as he is.

(Well... more than anything if you're energetic enough to stand and walk)

Base, isn't it impotent to let such an old woman eat meat-subject dishes?

But the race has already been thrown.

All you have to do is see what kind of eyes you get.

In the great hall, two kamadoku are attached vertically, on which iron pans sound a lovely tone with kopokopo.

Not for cooking. It is a small kamado for thermal insulation.

This large hall doesn't cook, and it doesn't smell so greasy, either, because the food pantry and the like are set up in another building.

So the only thing that filled up there was the smell of our cooking.

As many as fourteen humans form an oval seat so as to sandwich its kamado.

At the top of the oval are Donda, the parent forming the upper seat, and Ziva, the oldest.

Across the street from the distance, in the lower seat, me and I-Fa.

From me, on the right hand side, three brothers Giza, Dalm, Rudd.

Set aside for a little while, my third sister Lara. My youngest sister Rimi.

On the left hand side are the wife Tito Minh, the daughter-in-law of the previous parents; Meer Ray, the daughter-in-law of the parents; Sati Ray, the daughter-in-law of the eldest brother; and Vina, the eldest sister.

Next to the left of Vina-Lou is a line of vessels for Raina-Lou.

On behalf of Kamadoku today, Raina-Lu helps Ziba-Lu eat, and once he has finished the meal, he gets to his own. I hear this isn't just about today, but someone does that every day.

Ziba-Lou, an old man, is already so weak that he has difficulty eating on his own.

By the way, Sati Ray-Luu's toddler, Kota-Lu, sleeps easily in a cradle knitted in the grass behind her mother.

"... thanks for the grace of the forest..."

And, Donda-Lou proclaimed that in a much harsher tone for a man like this beast.

The fingertips of his left hand, like the glove, are scratched in front of his bearded mouth.

"... set the fire, thanking Tito Min, Raina, Limi, Ai-Fa, Asta and gaining life tonight..."

Everyone recites the word and pulls their fingertips, slowly to the side.

That was - the same trick that Ey-Fa showed before meals every night.

I couldn't even hear what I was saying because I just rolled words in my mouth. Were you offering such prayers?

I felt kind of weird wondering if Ey-Fa was secretly mentioning my name every night.

And.

As that short prayer ends, the meal begins suddenly and suddenly.

Stick around, there's no bareback like waiting for me or Ai-Fa to get a spoon.

If you mixed it with poison in your diet, you'd be desperate from one end to the other.

You can't possibly imitate that, believe me - it means "let Kamado go."

That's why we're not allowed to fail.

If you dare, I will not tolerate failure.

Sure, we made this meal for five, but I was the one giving the instructions. If anything goes wrong with this meal this evening, it's all on me.

I'm not, I don't know what to say, I'll take all the blame away from you.

Not to Rimi-Lou, not to Raina-Lou, not to Tito Min-Lou - and of course not to Ai-Fa, because I won't let you touch a single finger.

(So please, Raina-Lou. Successfully support Grandma Ziva)

As I finally reached for my vessel, I sent ale in my heart to Raina-Lou, who was leaning against Grandma Ziva a few meters away.

Today's menu is identical to last night's, in response to Rimi-Lou's request.

"~ Served with sauced grilled aria with hamburger fruit liquor from Giva's meat."

However, today we did not just prepare 'Baked Poitan', we also prepared 'Giva Soup'.

Not soup as a staple. Both meat and aria are understated, soups as side menus.

That's what's on fire in the iron pot right now.

At the same time as the meal greetings are completed, Grandma Tito Min gets up completely and pours the soup into the vessels of the people who quietly proceed with the food.

Meanwhile, Raina-Lou, leaning against Grandma Ziva, doesn't move.

Everything is in order.

In the meantime, while I checked to see how the dishes were doing today, I wanted to see how everyone was doing - like everyone else, moving the keys silently.

Before dinner, when even the five cooks started arranging dishes, they said, "What the hell? Is this Gibba?" "What do you want to flatten this?" Yesterday's Rimi-Lou scene was a fuss, but when I spoke and heard the brief cooking instructions and instructions and precautions on how to eat, the rest had already quieted down like an overnight stay.

Though reactions varied with those who seemed unhappy and unhappy, those who were intrigued and eye-sparkling, and those who silently decided on the top of the Buddha from beginning to end. Anyway, they all kept their mouths shut uniformly, and then they even kept waiting for Ziba-Lu's visit.

And now, it still feels a little steep to remain silent, and everyone is moving the spoon all at once.

Giva meat hamburger. Giva and aria soup. Baked Poitan. Three pieces, one set.

The women did not eat as much as the men, so the women had just over 300 grams, the men had just under 700 grams, me and Ai-Fa had 500 grams as usual, and only the Ziva woman was allowed to cook in a modest size of just over 200 grams.

Notably, could it have been cooked as a regular size hamburger rather than a miniburger?

Since there were multiple pieces in Lew's house, it was possible to make a standard way of firstly burning the surface over high heat and securely passing through the fire over low heat.

The women's were able to provide a whole one and the men 700 grams in two, each with a somewhat thick patty.

At the end of the day, I made it steamed with fruit liquor to flavor. Anyway, I think this resizing made a big difference in the finish.

I was able to clear enough of my dissatisfaction to be the only one in me, the point that "Miniburgh is not enough".

After all, this is quite correct, and when I sprinkled a swollen hamburger to a thickness of about three centimeters, it filled with more gravy than last night, and it was irresistibly delicious.

The bite response, which was originally solid, increased, and on top of that, the content not cooked on high heat increased, so it was juicier and softer.

As far as I'm concerned, it's a delicacy of great satisfaction.

So, the reaction of the people of the Lou family is, after all, silent.

Although reactions vary with those who are chewing up bitter bugs the same way they did before meals, those who are loosing their cheeks for fun, and those who are completely erasing their expressions. Feelings, etc., are not particularly spoken of. Is there no custom of slapping wasted mouths during meals, as Ai-Fa did?

Incidentally, it felt like the epitome of the dissatisfied face was that of his parents, Donda-Lou, and the one he was looking forward to was his colorful eldest sister, Vina-Lou, and the faceless was his second brother, Dalm-Lou, and the rest belonged to that typology.

Limi-Lu, of course, was eating with a smile on his face, but his eyes are directed at Grandma Ziba, who seems worried at times.

"Look, it's a meal, Ziva lady. Because today's is delicious. A customer made us a very good meal," said Raina-Lou, who gave her a wooden spoon.

The wooden spoon should be Giva Soup, chopped and fumbled with baked poiton.

It was my idea.

"With such soft meat, the Ziva woman should be able to eat it too!" Rimi-Lou was pleased, though. As for me from different worlds, I couldn't get over the feeling that "a hamburger would still be heavy on a woman over eighty".

So I decided to follow the order.

At first, a baked poiton was sprinkled.

Next, Aria in the soup.

If that's cleared, it's finally 'Gibba Berg'.

At first, however, Berg also fumbles with soup. Then the ground beef should loosen up in your mouth without having to bite.

If you're finished eating them all and you're going to be able to eat a vegan hamburger, you can feed them.

I don't even know how much of Grandma Ziva's teeth are left. If you can't, you don't even have to reach Hamburg, he thinks.

That's why I prepared Giva Soup.

This is a menu prepared only for Grandma Ziva.

Most importantly, even if I think of it as a regular menu, it would definitely be better served with soup, so I would like other people to fully enjoy it.

Still, this is just a menu for Grandma Ziva.

To that end, Aria chopped it thinner than I liked and simmered it into a tatter to the point where it didn't leave any texture.

I use a lot of Giva meat in hamburger, so I put it in the soup to take dashi, and I only think about it.

"Giva Soup" for sprinkling baked poitains and hamburgers.

This was the special menu I had in mind for Grandma Ziva.

"Ah......" Rimi-Lou speaks low.

Of course I was aware of the change.

Even when Raina-Lou spoke to me, Grandma Ziva, waving her head loosely, drank the contents of the wooden spoon in a manner that seemed to eventually give up everything.

"Look, it's delicious, right? 'Cause there's still plenty of them, right?

Rayna-Lew says happily, tearing off the new poitan and dropping it in the vessel.

But Grandma Ziva didn't move.

Careless, but as if it had died in that bite - it stopped being slight.

I found several humans paying attention to you as you proceeded with your meal.

First of all, Donda-Lou, the parent, is in formation next to Grandma Ziva.

Two elderly women, Grandma Tito Min and old man Meer Ray.

In the male, his youngest brother, Rudd-Lou Boy.

And of course, it's me, Ai-Fa and Rimi-Lou.

My oldest brother, Jiza Lew, has eyes as thin as thread, so I'm not sure where he's looking.

"What's going on? It's delicious, isn't it? Me, Rimi and Tito Min, we helped make it together, too, right?

Looking a little rushed, Rayna-Lew pokes the wooden spoon in his mouth.

No, there's no rush. When I snapped at my heart that I could eat at my own pace - Grandma Ziva's mouth opened thinly.

As relieved, Raina-Lou inserts a wooden spoon into its crackling mouth.

"So next time, shall we make it aria? It's soft and delicious, too, isn't it?

Raina-Lou has all the dishes tasted during cooking.

I suggested that he should know the taste of the meal to recommend it to Grandma Ziva, who avoids it.

"Asta is thinking that much for a Ziva woman who has never even met her face..." Raina-Lou said, moisturizing her eyes, but if that's my position, it's natural to think about it.

It's also for Rimi-Lou and Ai-Fa, who think of Grandma Ziba.

And I'm a cook.

How delicious you will be to eat your own dishes. You don't deserve a cook's name, such as a cook who doesn't think about it.

"Yummy, huh? Then why don't we try some meat, too? This meat is so soft, too."

Finally, Rayna-Lew's wooden spoon stretches to 'Gibba Berg' and hits the soup about half the size of a bite.

What about this?

The minced Aria mixed with the berg is meant to be chopped more thoroughly than usual. Basically, it is a normal making.

Though I instructed him to avoid burnt surfaces as much as possible and at first to eat only the soft meat in the center as much as possible. If his back teeth had been wiped out, he might be able to grab ground meat or aria in his throat. The danger was also adequately communicated to Raina-Lou.

In Grandma Ziva's mouth, pieces of meat and soup are inserted.

Shiatsu's mouth moves all the time.

And...

From the thought of having those eyes, the lucidity of transparency flooded.

"What delicious meat... is this really Giva meat...?

In the great hall of tranquillity, his dead voice certainly echoed.