The Other World Dining Hall

When the evening is late and the shadows are almost gone, at 9 p.m., the Different World Dining Room closes its doors for the day.

"Bye. I'll be back."

"" Thank you ""

When Hayaki and Aletta dropped off their last guests, who were lightly in charge of a large silver pan, there was a slack of air around them.

"All right! Good luck today. Aletta."

"Yes. Good luck. Saki."

The two labor each other. Hayaki started working in a different world cafeteria for three months. When Hayaki was just in, the gibberish has completely disappeared and we are breaking each other down.

"Well, then, why don't you have dinner, clean up, and go home"

"Right. Me, I'm hungry. Today the master..."

I was interested in chatting with a natural and corny smile, at that time. The chillin 'chillin' and the bell announcing the visitors sounded.

The streets connecting the kingdom's best harbour towns from the king's capital have been developed as important streets responsible for the kingdom's transactions.

The roads are maintained, and traders, knights and officials on fine horses leading luggage carriages, and adventurers and mercenaries hired as escorts go, unlike many others during the day.

There are many flourishing cities in the streets that moisturize with the inns, liquors, colored towns, etc. they are looking for, and they are busy.

Ulric is a former mercenary, living in one of those street-lined cities.

About three years ago, he decided to retire in love with a daughter he knew in the city, he was bought the arms and experience of a former mercenary, and he lived in peace with the city's guard, whose salary was cheap but with little danger to his life to the extent of defeating a thug or gorotzki with precision.

… and the surveillance brings in every trouble in the city.

Ulric asks back with an unexpected frown at the request of the man in front of him.

"Huh? You want me to find a store?

The old man nodded loudly at Ulric's words, accumulating a bright white beard in front of him, which seemed to be named Soujun.

"Bye. I went in that night, and I want you to look for that shop."

Tell that to Ulric.

Anything. It seems that about three days ago, this old man entered a certain restaurant on his way home from drinking a lot of firewine at a house he knew.

There, he said Soo-jun had been serving dishes he couldn't help but want to eat for many years, so he definitely wanted to go again, but there was a problem.

"Because I was drinking a lot of fire alcohol that day..."

While making excuses, Soujun stares back at Ulric.

"... after eating something, I slept in the house storage when I realized it, so I have no idea where it is," he said.

I figured out what Soujun was trying to say in that flow. Ulric is fed up.

"You're right. I remember eating delicious porridge, but I don't remember anything else."

Yes, the grandfather in front of me seems to remember flying with booze and not remembering which store he went into at all.

Besides, all the kids are out of the house and nobody lives with them, even more because they were preceded by their wives a few years ago or something.

As a result, no one knew where the store where this grandfather came in was.

"But Grandpa. Well, then, if you go around this town shop, you'll see, right? Why are you coming to me?"

"No, maybe not."

Anyway, if you know it's a restaurant in this town, you'll know if you want to go to the store. To Ulric, Soujun shook his head siftly.

"I drank late that day and then left... I probably would have gone home without the moonlight."

"... I see. I'm sure there's no food store that late."

Ulric is convinced by Soujun's words.

No matter how many lodging towns this town is flourishing in, the only stores that do it until midnight are the stores that sell spring in Colored Town.

The restaurant is everywhere when the sun goes down and the neighborhood is completely at night, to the extent that we're doing it a little later than that even in a liquor store serving simple meals.

"And yet, I only remember nagging, but that store was as bright as day. It's already midnight."

Even a blurry memory remembers that that was about the bright spot where you could see the wood on the table.

Though Soo-jun thought that if it was such a standout store, he couldn't tell.

"Well, I get the conversation, but I'm sorry, Grandpa. I'm not gonna be able to help."

Ulric, who listened, returns it with a sigh.

Become a guard in this city and go there, but I've never heard of a place like that.

Maybe he had too much alcohol to turn around and even dreamed about it.

"... no. Can't you tell by the surveillance detail of the city?"

I guess Soujun had the same idea as Ulric half the time.

He doesn't look too disappointed, he just takes one sigh, and he rises up like he gave up while disappointed.

"Well, if I find out anything, I'll tell you. That's why I'm going back to work. Bye."

Ulric gets so pathetic about how Soujun looks and hangs those words.

"Oh, please. I'm young."

Soujun also got a smile back just to see if Ulric was happy with those words. The two break up.

... it was only after a few days that the promise of that time was fulfilled.

Then after a few days, Ulric, who was patrolling the city, caught one thief.

It was a halfling of flow, dressed in an adventurous manner, say Ted.

He was trying to sneak into the old man's house where Ulric cared casually.

"No, I'm not! I was just trying to disturb you, and I didn't mean to steal it!

Ulrick asked the halfling, who was grabbed by Ulrick and gave him an indescribable excuse.

"So what snuck into this place? There's nothing here but my grandfather living here, is there?

With that said, Ted thought for just a moment and said with a face that said okay.

"Actually, 'doors' show up in the storage room here. I'm glad it was empty before, but my grandfather has been living here for some years. But I don't think my grandfather here knows, so let me use it."

"Door? What the hell?

Ulric, who doesn't know what it means, heard from other fellows (apparently really part of the adventurer, who are staying in the city a few now) Ted.

And they found out. Old man living in this house... where Soujun cared about the store.

And Soujun and Ulric, and Ted, all three of them, turn to the storage room, which is not normally used, and knock on the door.

A black door with a cat painting was opened and the chillin 'chillin' sounded.

There was a bright room at the end of the door at the end of the dim storage shed, and there really was a cook.

"Then I'll eat over there! Oh, and don't tell anyone else!

I let Ted guide me on the condition that I would give him a break to put him in the barn instead of showing him around. I order a variety of dishes for the service of the blonde Demon Clan on an empty table that I'm just accustomed to not being able to stand.

"Welcome..." Huh? This old grandpa?

Remaining on the spot, the black-haired human offering raises his voice a little surprised when he realizes what Soo-jung looks like.

She remembered. About a rare customer who came into the store drunk at the snake when the store closed and returned satisfied by eating deliciously the 'bribe' that the store owner was making.

"Oh! I knew it was here!... I wouldn't have found it if I'd looked all over town for it."

Seeing my daughter with a nostalgic western continental face, Soujun finally remembers that day.

That day, Soujun visited him when he heard that a friend who was an old, still a fellow in the same boat when he was a sailor decided to retire old and came to this city. And when I got off the boat, I asked him to say goodbye. Here, I left to nostalgia a drink made of rice from a very precious western continent, and we drank all the time until it was late at night.

And Soujun, who mistakenly went into the shop where there was only the service of this store and the cook who was also the store owner, placed an unscrupulous order wondering if it was in his dreams or something anyway.

I told him to make a dish that would fill the belly after the wine, and that would also be made of rice that barely went out on the eastern continent.

"... I know I'm going to take an unscrupulous order, but can I get that... I want to order the same dish I had when I came here before, can I?

"Uh, wait a minute. It's a dish that takes a while to make, and it's originally a bribe, so I'll ask if I can serve it."

In Soo-jun's words, the dark-haired daughter goes to the store owner to ask if she can get it out, and comes back with an answer.

"... I don't know... yeah, about a half an hour old unit? It will take, but if that's okay, they can get it out."

"Okay. So let me wait for you, okay?

I wasn't sure how long my daughter would say it was, but anyway I heard that if I waited, they would let me out, and Soojun nodded and admitted one thing.

How can you be a free old man? No problem enough to wait a little longer.

"... that's why, Mr. Satellite. I'll wait, but what are you gonna do?

"I'll hang out with you when I get here. I'll wait for you to drink properly."

Ulric decides to hang out with Soujun's inquiry...... sounds very tasty for the halfling. I was interested to see what the food and liquor is like here.

"Okay. Then you two go this way. Can Mr. Ulrick read letters? We have a menu with the name of the dish."

"Oh. I can read it. Bring me that, and do you have any ales?

"You don't have ale. If it's similar, there's beer."

"Then give it to me. And bring your bowels, as appropriate."

Sit at the table talking like that.

Wiping your hands with a squeezed cloth containing warm water, floating ice and drinking cold water mixed with some fruit juice, the feeder brings the liquor.

"Wow! This booze is delicious! Hey, honey! One more, please!

Soujun unwittingly spits on Ulric's appearance of a golden ale ridden with bright white bubbles placed in a clear glass of vitreous quickly.

(Uhm. Patience, patience...)

Though I would like to drink Soo-jung, who is a considerable liquor lover at first, if it is true, I decided not to drink today.

(That porridge, you can't cloud your tongue with booze before you eat that... until you eat, be patient)

When I ate the other day, I couldn't remember the flavor in much detail because I was drunk with alcohol. I just miss it, and all I can remember is that it was delicious.

That's why I decided not to drink a drop of booze until I ate that porridge today.

And the guy who looks like the owner of this store finally brings it.

"Thank you for waiting. It's Chinese porridge."

That said, the shop owner laid down the pan laying made of wood gently, and placed a thick, small eyed pan made of soil on top of it, further lined with salted vegetables and golden bread on the side, and finally.

"The pan is getting hot, so be careful not to touch it directly, and serve it in this tea bowl over here and eat it. Sasai and fried bread are your choice. Well, take your time."

With that word, the moment I took the lid off the pan with a wet cloth towel. Soujun drinks sawdust and spit on a soft and spreading sweet fragrance.

(Oh, this scent)

Unlike fruit, the fragrance when the still hot rice is cooked. When I came here before, I even remembered the smell of alcohol missing.

"... that sounds like some delicious soup"

"I won't do it. I waited for you to eat this."

Ignoring Ulric, who seems to want just a little bit, Soujun hands on the porridge.

A large white porridge made of pottery accompanied by a small float of chicken meat and round peach shripes by the way.

Spoon the hot, hot, hot porridge, let it cool, sip.

(Uhm!... Uhm)

Soujun nodded deeply at the taste of porridge spreading in his mouth at that moment.

The flavour of the slight salt used to flavour the white porridge is mixed with the flavour melted from the shrimp and chicken.

The rice, which could be bounced to make me suck oil and bloom once, is smoking soup well while having a pale sweetness, spitting it out every time I bite it off.

The soft, distinctive chewy chicken skin mixed with its porridge and the shripe cut in the mouth give teeth to the porridge reasonably well.

Soujun was deeply satisfied with the taste of porridge, which he could only remember saying was delicious when he ate it the other day.

(But that's not all)

Upon indulging in its flavour, take the utensils and pickles of sarcastic vegetables prepared for the porridge.

The crunchy sarcophagus had a slight acidity and a unique flavor similar to salt gas and then hometown fish soy.

The taste is too strong for that alone, but the soft taste of porridge chews well when this is combined with porridge, which is also delicious.

Then, pass through the oil and drop the finely chopped fried bread into the porridge to eat.

The bread lightened by fried in oil slowly inhales the juice. If you eat without waiting for it, you can enjoy a light texture, and if you smoke enough juice before eating it, you can stain it out of the fried bread and enjoy a juice that has changed flavors, including the oil of the fried bread.

If I ate it that way, the porridge that was in the pan disappeared, and instead only the satisfaction remained.

"Phew..."

Sigh and Soujun is deeply satisfied.

Now enjoy the booze before eating.

With that in mind.