Labyrinth Restaurant

The villages of the vampires, some beyond the mountains from the labyrinth city.

They are the ones who spend most of the summer sneaking indoors, a pedigree pattern that is vulnerable to sunlight, but the harsh afterheat has also finally lurked the ringing, gradually bringing the village back to life.

Around dusk one day like that.

Eric, a vampire boy, saw childhood tame Angelica in front of a common kiln in the village. In this village, where the sun is in production after it has fallen, when it is a complete night, the area around the kiln will also become crowded waiting in turn. She must have come to run errands while she was still available.

"Phew, phew, phew."

Angelica, who sometimes sounds angry, has been a cockroach every day here lately and still enjoys singing nose songs and such.

Angelica is not the only cockroach, if I may add. The women in the village were doing pretty much a similar thing, and some fearful wives' houses were biting the rest of the bundle.

The reason they're in a good mood is

"Are you baking again?

"'Cause it's not sweet and delicious"

"Well, it's delicious."

It was still in sweet potatoes that were cooked carefully in the kiln.

This village, which was almost like a hiding place, has also been interacting more with the outside world for some time now, and new crop seeds and seedlings are also available.

Villagers tried to grow a variety of crops they bought from labyrinth cities and the markets of the demonic world, some of which were of the kind that grew poorly without the soil and water of this land, but with great success when it comes to sweet potatoes. Taste, quantity and size were uncalled for decks in everything.

For the record, when I tried it out and sold it in other villages and cities, it came with a higher price compared to other crops, and from next year on, there's also talk of making the fields for sweet potatoes wider and considered positively.

It's a tough heavy labor for ordinary humans to cultivate forests and increase farmland, but even though it's only for the night, it's not a lot of hassle for this village where all the villagers can demonstrate their powers and convenient special abilities. Most importantly, we need to be careful not to lose momentum and become a vulture mountain.

Half of the harvested potatoes are for sale, but the other half, just the scratches and bad shapes, had a fair amount. It's almost like an all-you-can-eat situation, where anyone can take as much as they want from the big basket placed next to the kiln.

Because of this, everywhere in the village houses continued to be imo every morning and every night, even though those who did not like so much sweet things began to get bored. The interest of the men in the village is shifting to the new liquor planted with sweet potatoes.

"... Is it time?

"Isn't it too early?

Strong fires on baked potatoes are strictly prohibited.

Sweet potatoes get a little sweeter by passing them through a low heat. No matter how fast you want to eat it, you'll have a sad, sweet, weak finish.

In that regard, the bread baking kettle was useful for baking potatoes.

If you throw in sweet potatoes after baking bread or pizza, you can just cook them in good shape with excess heat. And if you just use extra heat, you don't have to use extra firewood.

If you look at it, there's a bread cage next to Angelica with a dust-free cloth, and I guess she's also after baking bread for what she eats in her own house.

"Hey, isn't that enough?

"It hasn't been thirty seconds, has it? Kilns are still hot."

"Wow, I know. Yo."

If the heat pulls enough to touch the inside of the kiln bare hands not to burn it, it's about time to eat, but it's still going to take some time to cook it up.

No matter how hungry you are, no rush is allowed.

If you rub a raw roasted imo, not only will it not taste good, it will break your stomach.

Then it's weak enough to wait any longer.

"Hey, already...?

"Yeah, I think so."

The sweet potatoes are finally baked up.

Angelica breaks some of the biggest potatoes she was baking into two, and the golden honey shows up and the sweet water vapor rises.

"Yes, I'll give you half."

"Thanks"

I also gave Eric one of the broken into two pieces, and the two of them lined up and started eating straight on the spot.

I'm a little bit disobedient, but the best part about baked potatoes is the moment they're baked. You can't miss this opportunity.

"Hehe, that's delicious."

"Yeah, it's delicious."

The golden body has a netted tongue.

It's more like a fruit or something than a potato.

The skin area seems to have burned somewhat while the kiln was still hot, but its aroma is one of the attractions. Eating the skin part together with the yellow interior accents a slight bitterness and invites further appetite.

Boys and girls with food platters flattened half of the big sweet potatoes instantly.