Isekai Ryouridou

Ai-Fa's residence was about ten minutes' walk from there.

Just like any other house, a pompous wooden building is built in a space cut flat with only a little tree left behind.

The dwelling is built far away, as we have seen so far. The perimeter of Ai-Fa's house was particularly idle and quiet enough to be a little thin.

But I also imagined a more primitive dwelling because of the wild outfits of Ai-Fa and the naming of "people by the woods". Nearby, it was surprisingly a fine wooden house.

"Heh. You live in a pretty good place."

Log house, though not so small. It combines flat cut plates and round thickness materials to a good feel, and the size is splendid. If I said just the site area, I might not have lost to the 'sawdust shop' either.

It's getting a lot darker, so I can't look at the details. In the meantime, the roof was characterised by a slight slope from right to left, apparently a wooden structure that did not use nails, screws, etc.

Around the house, moats are cut about fifty centimetres wide and deep, and the entrance is given a passage that turns round the roundabout.

I can imagine if it's an animal exclusion, or a rainwater escape.

"... what are you doing. Get in there."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

The front door was a sliding method to the side that evoked the Japanese style.

Following the lord of the house, he steps indoors in surprise.

"Sorry to disturb you..."

It was even darker indoors.

But I still know it's spacious.

On one side of the floor, brown fur was laid, and I panicked to it, too, as Ai-Fa began to unwind the leather sandals on my toes between the soils of the entrance.

I was worried about what to do with my socks. I decided to take it off as long as there was no harm.

The feeling of barefoot, wretched fur tickles a little.

Behind it, the decoy and heavy noise sounded.

An eye-fa put a big candle on the doors of both doors.

(Now you can scream and help will not come.)

Well, I turn my eyes indoors once again, praying heartily that it's something I don't want to fall into such a situation.

Is it about the size of a horizontal twelve tatami?

The left and right walls have large cuts of windows, which are not exactly fitted with glass or other kind, but the thin wood is incorporated longitudinally at intervals of about 20 cm to act as a lattice.

The back was divided by walls, and three doors were opened.

The ceiling was about the same height, but the beams were uneven and inclined to the left as it appeared. I guess it's designed to sneeze through rainstorms. Though I'm not sure.

But... to be honest, I was more interested and interested in the information that comes from my sense of smell than in those visual things.

Out of all the complicated scents your daughter has, up to three of them drifted strongly there.

In other words, the smell of meat, the smell of spices, and the smell of vanilla.

"... Does my leg still hurt?

"Huh? No, it's no big deal. I feel like I have a little fever, but I'm not even sticky or swollen. You don't have to do anything to get better tomorrow."

"... right"

Ai-fa, who advanced her legs to the center of the room, looks a little contemplative.

"I just want to talk to you soon, but I'm getting hungry, too. For now, prepare your meal."

"Go ahead, be my guest.... er, how many things don't I have to pay for, but is it possible to spend time with your companion?

"... can we talk while your belly bugs are making a scene"

You don't have to peel your teeth off and get mad at me, do you?

But it's a thankful story that you can even treat yourself to a meal for free. If you get feathers like one of them eating an oak in such a wonderfully scented room, you could faint like me.

So, he said he would start preparing meals. Of course, I took a step into this house, making sure it was equipped near the window on the right.

Only there is no fur rug laid, with white pebbles laid in a space of about two metres square. And the yellow rock combines into a beautiful trapezoid.

The front of the pedestal about the height of its hips has a pompous black hole in its mouth, on which it sits - a big pot of black glow, metal.

Just a little primitive, but I'm sure this is "Kamado".

On the side of it is a bunch of firewood and thin trees.

Does this large hall combine the kitchen?

We all make it and we all eat it, that's probably the custom.

Except - so far, it's just me and Ai-Fa who can see themselves in this big house.

"Speaking of which, don't you have any other family?

"... I would have explained earlier that my father was dead. My mother died a long time ago."

In a one-kneed position in front of Kama, Ai-Fa said so blindly.

As far as I'm concerned, I have no common sense or ethics in this world.

While doing so, a fire lit on Kamado.

I wonder how it ignited. I should have seen it.

Whatever it is, the interior becomes twitchy and bright.

"... what are you standing on? You're blind. Sit down."

"Oh, yeah, uh, where do I sit? I'm sorry, but I really don't know what the culture and customs of this land are."

Ey-fa looks at me like he's been awake for a long time.

I was a little intrigued when I noticed little fire lights on both hands.

It's a small plate-shaped candlestick with a handle.

It is the third metal product in this world, which emerged following the knife and pan.

And the contents must be beast fat. The room was filled with an increasingly appetizing smell.

I come and go indoors, set up their respective candlesticks in the left and right window frames, and then I-Fa looks back at me.

"Are there cultures and hedges to sit back on? You have no idea who you are."

And when he said the most adorable thing, Ai-Fa took off his fur cloak, which was woven from his shoulders.

Indoors with a lot more brightness, the smooth limb lines of I-Fa float up - unconsciously, I get a little dodgy.

He only wears breasts, hips, and necklaces underneath. Exposure is little different from swimsuits and underwear.

Even without love, women are women.

Plus, she's such a beautiful girl.

The luxurious yet well-trained body combines the suppleness of a leather whip with an exquisite blend of feminine elegant lines, and somehow… it was actually beautiful and attractive.

If you take off your martial bone cloak, its destructive power doubles.

"... hey"

"Yes! What is it!

"Don't make a big sound. Hand it over."

With a fur cloak on the wall and a machete under it, Ai-Fa flickers.

"Even if I keep a raw white man like you with a knife, you can't do me any harm. When you settle down in other houses, it is primarily for the people of the woods to keep their swords."

I'm losing my word.

Ai-Fa narrowed her eyes to a slightly noisy feeling and approached me.

On its limp hips, there is still a knife hanging.

"I'll say it again, okay? Hand over that sword if you are willing to follow the ritual of the people of the woods."

"Just give me a minute. After all, it's a custom to check your relationship of trust... is that right?

Ai-Fa stays silent and comes with his left hand.

I was bored for about three seconds and made up my mind.

"Okay. But this guy is very important to me. Besides, they're more delicate than hunting blades, so can you treat them as carefully as you can?

"... are you making fun of me? There is no such thing as a man handling a knife in a mess."

"No, that's not what I meant, it's a delicate blade that's hard to repair if you spill a blade, for example. As long as you understand that, fine."

I took out the santoku knife I had placed on the front chest and offered the pattern to Ai-Fa.

Staring at that sandalwood pattern, now Ai-Fa stops moving.

"... Is this a parent's vision or something?

"Oh, well, that's the way it is"

I'm the one who actually died, but I wouldn't go wrong with the fact that I'd never see you again.

Upon receiving the Sandeok knife, Ai-Fa proceeded to the back of the room, holding it in her chest.

"... there is no such thing as a human being who treats his family in a mess, to the people by the woods"

Crushing in a low voice, he opens the rightmost door and disappears beyond it.

And the next time he appeared, there was no sandwich knife in the hand of Ai-Fa, and instead a pile of ingredients and all that thought were held.

I'm very intrigued, but I'm moving forward.

When I looked nearby, the size of the iron pan was also quite good.

The shape is a round bottom kid pan, about 60 cm in diameter and about 30 cm deep. It has a deep bottom shape, like completely severing a round ball from the middle.

"What? It's still going to take some time to get ready. You sit down."

"No, I'm interested in the food culture of this world. I used to work in that relationship one day."

Ai-Fa was very suspicious, but he didn't try to complain any more, and put the ingredients of his hand down at his feet.

"Heh. This guy's pretty overwhelming."

Two types of vegetables I've never seen.

One has a really bright green color, but it looks just like an onion in shape and size.

The other one, I wonder what. It's as bumpy and spherical as a human fist, and if you dare say so, it resembles a potato. However, because the color is cream and it doesn't look like it is going to bud, it may not be the so-called basement stem.

And - as if overwhelming them, chunks of meat placed with dengue.

Perhaps the back leg of that boar named Gibba, is.

It is severed from the hip by a bump, which seems to be about to be used, but the leg still has meat on it firmly. I won't drop five kilos on my own.

The fur is also beautifully peeled, and the prominent surface of the lean is covered with something like black wood chips. It must be a spice for embalming because it smells as exciting as black pepper.

Only that meat mass was put on a large leaf, like a rubber noodle, and the vegetables were rolled directly onto the floor.

This is going to be quite voluminous.

"... what's so extravagant? You really don't know what it's like to live by the woods."

With a twinkle that didn't seem funny, Ai-Fa turned to Kama which back.

There sits a bottle of water with the season in it, and the eye-fa is like a wooden pattern (hiccups), which transferred some water into a heated pan.

The fire momentum was quite something, so the iron pot was already warm enough. The water poured up to about half of the deep bottom pan immediately starts to spill and boil.

After confirming that, Ai-Fa grabbed the meat chunk first.

Grasp the ankle with the hoof (strained) backwards and knead the meat over the steaming pan.

Watching as he pulled the knife out of his hips and began to sharpen Gibba's flesh.

Um, scrape the surface of the meat, like the kebab cooking you see in the stalls.

Thinly shredded pieces of meat fall into boiling water and dance loosely.

Apparently, the area with the spices is being preferentially shredded, and the remaining meat mass gradually reveals a red complexion.

Whatever you think, it's a hunting knife, but it's quite a cut.

The blade crossing is about 20 cm, the blade thickness is about 7 or 8 mm, the back side is a gizzard saw blade, and if you only look at the body, it is the survival knife itself.

Just like the barbaric knife earlier, the pattern is wrapped with non-slip leather, and there is no such thing as a razor.

With such a hunting knife, the meat is crushed and shredded. What a wild way to cook.

But well, I'm also the son of a mass cafeteria pickup. I am not interested in dishes that are condescending, and I think that any cooking method would be fine if there were no hygiene problems.

Cooking is all about whether it tastes good or not.

The only reason I look good is because I think it tastes better.

The emphasis on hygiene is because there is no point in being delicious but harmful to the body.

In short, what are you trying to say?

Just watching Ai-Fa shredding off meat in a lavish and tame manner only adds to my hunger.

"... what are you looking so fun about?

"What? No, I'm just saying I think it looks really good."

"... there is no delicious or unsavory food"

As he rumbled again, Ai-Fa closed the lid of the pan.

A lid, though, cut into squares, just a plate.

Furthermore, from above, place a stone that is large and wants to be flattened like a pickled stone.

Gibba's feet had slimmed around one and the surface covered with black powder had disappeared beautifully.

Still, I still had enough lean left, so I guess it feels like I scraped off about 800 grams.

After returning the guy to the food bin and making sure the fire was added or subtracted, Ai-Fa nodded his neck "um".

Then look back at me.

"It takes awhile for the meat to boil.... Until then, let me listen to you."