Labyrinth Restaurant

"Well, what's the dish?

One year later.

Lisa and Simon were talking about the New Year's cuisine at the Demon King's shop, where today's archery was successfully completed and we visited to eat even something sweet.

Although it is not uncommon in Japan to have a western style today, "A Bridge of Western Food" has not reached that side, and it is customary to rest slowly at New Year's Eve. After getting through the busiest Christmas of the year, I don't want to be busy with opaque work to see if that's profitable either.

I prepare dishes that I eat in my body, but that's not a typical Japanese style dish, either. I choose something that is quite good because it is a family that focuses on flavor, but I don't have to focus on making it all by hand, and when it comes to laborious dishes, I may have to buy a pair.

I haven't made any arrangements yet, and all I have to do is wait for the beginning of the year, but Lisa has been putting a catalogue of dishes in her bag wondering if it could even be a source of conversation.

Familiar with numerous court dishes, Simon gained an even wider view of cuisine after studying in the labyrinth city, but the brightly coloured re-cooking packed in the lacquered heavy box appears to have been fresh.

"Is it a special dish for the New Year? It's gorgeous."

"Is there something like this here, too?

"Oh, you have all kinds of dishes to celebrate the New Year. Bowel stuffs with beans, for example, are delicious. I remember looking at the beans inside in gold and hearing in the castle that if I eat it, I get lucky in gold or something"

"Oh, it looks delicious."

In the Earth world and in this world, there are special dishes that celebrate the New Year, like Japanese daisies. Although it is not uncommon for examples to have similar customs among intercultural areas where information has been completely disconnected, it may have become a new instinct for humans to seek out a sense of speciality and extraordinary when switching between years since acquiring the concept of calendar.

There are also many cultures that, like Simon said bowel stuffing, give the dish some sort of visibility and good sense of fringe.

Even in Japan, for example, a number of children are "progeny prosperous" because there are many eggs.

Black beans are "so I can work for mame".

Ita Volume is "so that you have more knowledge" because of the similarity of shape to the volume.

"Kobu" with kelp rolls leads to "Kobu".

Red and white kamaboko red is "exorcised" and white is "purified".

...... and if I mention it, I don't have Kiri. It doesn't have a somewhat forceful meaning either, but it may also have influenced the fact that there has long been a culture of preference for word play.

"I feel like I can get as much as I want with my tricks and daisies."

"If you congratulate me, I don't care how much more?

"I see. Maybe the more of these things, the better"

Well, if it's good luck, I guess it's not a bad thing how much you can't force it.

The taste of the food itself is the same, but the presence or absence of such a meaning may lead to a difference in consciousness on the part of the eater and make it feel more delicious. It would be daunting, but it would be sensible, but if you say that the more you have, the more chances you get to rejoice, maybe you can do more.

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"Hehe, we bugged everything we talked about from under the floor. Why don't we consider a new and congratulatory dish with a wack of"

Some strange woman appeared before Simon and Lisa, who were talking, but Cosmos.

By the way, no one is even surprised anymore about the fact that I was diving under the floor. Accepted as a matter of course as the usual oddity.

"It's Cosmos. What do you mean, new?

"Yeah, I thought I'd give you two a fresh thought on the kind of congratulations we talked about earlier."

You were intrigued when you heard the conversation earlier, Cosmos said that.

"Are you talking about trying to cook something creative for New Year's Eve?

"I don't care what you say. Anyway, Lisa, I can't cook."

"Oh, no, it's not. The creative dishes are fine, but is it more of a word game area this time? I thought I'd add a congratulatory meaning to the food I know."

Hmm? I don't know.

Words so far alone can't grasp the sincerity of Cosmos.

Simon and Lisa were tilting their necks, but Cosmos gave an example just to try...,

"Right, for example, Kale"

"Oh, when you eat calais, you can 'work magnificently' or something? Deep-fried with curry powder, maybe."

"Master Lisa. That's a pretty good way to crush a story from the first reading."

... I tried to mention it, but they said it first.

Well, aside from that, I mean, let's try to make a congratular point or wish for food, like a traditional re-do.

Even if it's a traditional dish, the meaning that was put into it is something that someone in the old days thought about, and it doesn't mean that they here now shouldn't think anew about the same meaning. Whether it is spread as a culture and communicated to future generations is yet another matter.

"That's right. Chestnut Kin meant gold luck and so on, and if it looks like yellow food, it probably applies to everything else."

"You're like pumpkins and corn. There are many citrus and yellow ones, and were there any yellow ones in tomatoes and paprika?"

"Considering that eating like that will bring you uniform gold luck, food is going to go from time to time."

If you don't mind at a particular level, this is how easy it is to come up with an introduction.

"I say salmon comes back to the river where it was born, and what about 'traffic safety'?

"If you're a fish, they say tuna keeps swimming without stopping, so how about 'proceed without stopping'?

"Hmm, wouldn't both be nice"

You can find meaning in this way not only from the appearance, but also from the habits of the organism.

Anyway, Lisa is disturbed the other way around that it's a mattomo idea for a cosmos.

"Yes, yes. What about 'so you can just eat and sleep without working' with meat from catfish in every home?

"It's not in any home. Or, Mr. Cosmos. Can you eat a catfish thing?

"I haven't eaten either, but they're like beef with no habits and they're delicious. It's easier to capture than the fruits that live in tall trees because even if you catch them, they give up their clean survival without any violence at all."

"The laziness will be too thorough..."

But don't worry, I've also come up with a proposal that isn't a proper mattomo.

Regardless of whether the standard of reassurance or not is the opposite of normal, it seems to be starting to look like a cosmos as usual. Gradually, the wishing direction is getting strange.

"Deep fried undead birds (Phoenix) or something with the desire to be 'immortal'"

"Your wish isn't too grand? Or does it exist? He was caught cooking in the first place, and he was dead at the time."

"Hmm, so is there any ingredient that's going to fulfill your wish to 'conquer the world'?

"What kind of ingredient is that?"

Whatever you want is too large a scale. Lisa and Simon react one by one to the mess, but even ingredients that are shaken by impotence will have trouble.

"Look, when I think about it a lot, most of my wishes can be fulfilled on my own without having to make a wish. Whether you want to or not, it's hard to think about unfulfilled wishes first."

"You've denied the fundamentals of the topic!?"

"Tell me from yourself, what are you talking about?"

In the first place, it's not necessary for cosmos individuals to have edges or anything like that.

I usually only use extra specs for ridiculous purposes, but there are few things she can't do if she cares about it. I don't get old or sick because I'm a homunculus, and I have enough money to have trouble using it.

Then I'm just wondering why the hell you've been waving this kind of topic.

"Well, but, hmm. Thanks to you, inspiration has been gained. Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me."

"... what the hell is he doing here?

"... come on?

I convinced myself before Lisa and the others asked about it and left early.

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And a few days later.

The year has dawned peacefully and safely without anything.

In labyrinth cities full of immigrants from various regions, residents celebrated the New Year as it was their own home, enjoying alcohol and treats.

"Come on, come on, you're here. Open today, closed today for one day only. It's a gift of good fortune for the city."

At the corner of a crowded square, Cosmos was walking out of the street.

If she cares about it, it shouldn't be hard to prepare a fine building, not a stall, but I guess it doesn't mean starting a new business in earnest from the word "one day only".

In such stalls, lunches packed with a variety of dishes were sold in simple boxes that just put together thin wooden planks. The contents are traditional Japanese-style recycled items, such as kamaboko and a few kids, as they were in Lisa's catalog the other day. Other than that, yellow paprika and tomato salad and salmon teriyaki, other dishes with overall bright shades were packed narrowly.

Pricing is kept very low, and the extreme cheapness that is clearly dividing the cost.

With its price and rarity too, people in the street will buy it one after the other.

"Thank you for your purchase. Please give Omake this booklet."

Well, such a special lunch box with New Year's specifications came with a small booklet as an omelet when purchased. What it says inside is about the good meaning of each food as it appeared in the conversation the other day. That was illustrated and explained.

I wouldn't feel bad about someone wishing me luck, unless I was as good a gen bearer as a twister lacking a clear basis. It's simply better as a culinary flavor, and something that makes me feel somewhat better if I'm told that if I eat it, I'll get lucky.

In this way, I hem the city's people in just a little bit of a good mood.

Until then if I say the usual distractions, but for Cosmos, who can fulfill whatever he wants, it must have been another sincere wish, too.