The Other World Dining Hall

Stab on bamboo skewers.

Stab indissolubly.

Tickling, he stabs meat and vegetables even cut into large pieces with his right hand wearing thin plastic gloves.

"Oh, that master...... what are you doing?

The owner returned to me in response to the voice.

"Hmm?... oh, hey, tomorrow's sale."

Apparently, it was time for Aletta to come before I realized it.

Realizing that, the shopkeeper turns to Aletta and says:

"Tomorrow? Weren't you sure tomorrow was your day off?

"Oh, no, no. Tomorrow, it's not the store, it's the stall for the fall festival."

The shopkeeper says as he waves gently to Aletta, who asks strangely.

Yes, there's an autumn festival tomorrow Sunday at the neighborhood shrine.

Everyone in the mall, including the shopkeeper, was supposed to stall out as part of that help.

There are many restaurants in the shopping district with Western catfish.

Half of the shops in the shopping district are restaurants, and the other half are butchers, eight hundred shops, fish shops, etc. that wholesale ingredients to those restaurants.

Because there are few companies in the neighborhood that have employee cafeterias, or lunch breaks, a total of over 1,000 guests gather in this shopping district where delicious food is served nearby.

This seems to have happened as a result of that going on for a long time.

but it doesn't mean it's ever easy.

Although customers throughout the mall can always be expected to some extent every day, the majority of customers who use this place are repeaters.

It will be obsolete in less than a year without being able to show one of the sales that no other store has.

For this reason, restaurants that have 'survived' in this neighborhood for many years have a good reputation, including catfish.

The variety of dishes served is fragmented, but every place has an arm to the point of saying 'We are the best in this mall'.

In normal sales, shops in shopping districts that do not 'eat together' because of the different types of dishes served, with the only exception.

At this time of year, it is an autumn festival held in a neighborhood shrine.

Stores in the neighborhood shrine that open small festivals are run by shops in the mall every year.

… In a short time frame of one day, we will face each other and sell food on the street.

Besides, customers look at almost every stall sale before deciding what to eat.

It's not like there's anything to win or lose, but what I find very regrettable when I lose there is the thing about humanity.

That's why every year, shops in the mall shred their snubs trying to make it a more saleable stall than other 'rivals'.

If the price is reduced to such an extent that it does not result in a critical deficit, all that remains is the part about how we can make dishes that can attract customers.

(Recently, thanks to so many years of battle, guests have come to such an extent that it doesn't seem like a small festival of local shrines,

Town magazine may feature each year)

That's one of the best old stocks in the mall, Nekoya, but not the exception, and we serve street food every year with all the skill we can get.

And the dish chosen by the shopkeeper this year...

"He's a skewer for sale in the street... well, that's a barbecue"

Show the meat and vegetables put through the large bamboo skewers, the shopkeeper says.

"Barbecue......?

"Whoa, I had the other part-timers eat the guy I prototyped yesterday, but he had a reputation for being delicious, didn't he? The sauce is homemade."

The owner says.

Last year it didn't go one step further to the specialty meatballs of the Chinese restaurant Laughing Dragon, which should also be described as a master who worked part-time when the shopkeeper was in high school, but I am confident this year.

If the other one comes with steam that's about to go up, this one is a battle with charcoal roasted meat and vegetables, and another iron plate roasted seafood roasted smell.

The motivation of the store owner was sufficient.

"Look forward to bribing Aletta, too. It's heavy when it's a barbecue in the morning on a boulder, in the evening."

The store owner says, thinking about getting a look at the flavor at the end of the day.

"Yes! I'm looking forward to it!

If that's all the shopkeeper says, it must be delicious.

Aletta nodded forcefully, even remembering such certainty.

When the sun sets, it will be much quieter, even though during the day it will be a bustling cross-world dining room with visitors from all over.

The door that leads to the different world cafeterias is in a remote and despicable place.

If you go out after sundown, it will undoubtedly be the glowing night of the moon first to return.

It is normal to visit during the daylight when the sun shines in the sky, if enough to deliberately walk on the night path where dangerous beasts, monsters and undead emerge that make the night the main place of activity.

No matter how many guests of different world cafeterias live in places with doors, or in front of doors, it's not all halfling.

And in the evening. Much less busy time than during the day.

There was a group that occupied two tables together.

"Whoa! I knew whiskey was the best!

"Whoa! I can't wait to pair it with this fry!

It's like water or something. Kapakapa and Dwarf artisan combinations, Gard and Guillem drink up the whiskey.

"Heh. I don't know. It's the liquor of this shop."

"Yes. Even the same strong liquor is good on this one, right? I knew it."

Saying so and similarly drinking shochu is a couple of orgasms, Tatsuji and Otra, double the dwarf combo length.

"Really? I still think this wine would be the best wine in this store."

"Right. I think the wine in this world is delicious, both red and white."

It is the immortal vampires of darkness, Romero and Julietta, who say so and dye their pale faces slightly and drink wine.

"Yeah? I think wine would be brandy after all. I don't know, Dwarf there, I heard about the wind rumors, but you can make whiskey, right?

Then make brandy. Celestine wanted it because she needed it to make sweets, and if she could make it real, she'd buy it as a temple of light. "

Carlotta, a priest whose redhead serves an impressive God of Light, drops off his boss and colleagues who pulled him up just before the evening after enjoying the pound cake as usual and only one person stays and enjoys brandy.

Yes, because of their circumstances, they always have no problem returning to the other side in the middle of the night.

... If we meet in the other world, there may be combinations that are likely to be a life-threatening killing for each other, but they persist in not contending with each other in this store.

That's why they each finished eating their 'favourites', moving the table and drinking with a light knob.

"Whoa, is that the daughter of a waiter? I see. Supper time."

"... Oh, is that a skewer?... Sounds good."

Aletta, who brought one skewer on a plate, whines and Otra rides it, as she finds herself aiming to sit in the empty seat in the corner.

Depending on the resident shopkeepers of different worlds, "macanai" seems to mean dishes that are not served to customers, and are all dishes that are not on the menu.

I've asked for it every time I see that demon employee eat it that looks really delicious, but I'm often turned down as saying, "I'm sorry it's not the kind of dish I serve to customers".

"But... today's looks delicious again..."

"I don't know how you feel about booze..."

The two Dwarves also feel 'signs of delicacy' sensitively and drink spit.

Even more so if you can't eat it.

"Hmmm... vegetables at sea pleasure..."

"Sounds like it would go well with white wine."

Two vampires also shrug their tongues remembering the taste of white wine they drink with seafood.

"Uh-huh, I wonder if I should have meat or something. I don't really eat sea delights, so I don't really know what it tastes like."

Carlotta was the only one with a slightly dull reaction.

Now, without worrying about that gaze, Aletta spits it forward.

(We need to eat before it gets cold...)

Sea delights and vegetable skewers, which are usually stalls and are to be handed over as is.

Scalloped shellfish from above, yellow grained vegetables called corn, mushrooms called krako, eringi, and round shripes.

Says he alternately stabbed vegetables that make them particularly tasty from summer to fall and baked them just for the shoyu.

This one was light because 'meat', another selling item of anything, tastes dark.

"And bind the family of the devil, and we are God. Thank you for giving me the food to live today."

Pray politely before Aletta lifts the skewer.

The aroma of skewering can be strongly felt by bringing it closer to the mouth.

A unique aroma of fresh sea delights mixed with a burnt shoyu.

Inhale that all over your chest first.

The scent alone boils a spit in my mouth.

When he snorts his throat and swallows it, Aletta flaunts it.

(Mmm!... yum!

Aletta indulges in its flavor while letting the freshly baked and still hot skewered heat escape.

The first thing that pops into my mouth is the taste of shellfish painted and baked with shoyu.

Usually I put on my clothes, fried them and served them often. That was delicious even if I put on a shoyu and baked them.

After each bite, the shellfish loosens up and the juice, which is full of shellfish flavour, spreads into Aretta's mouth.

The first shellfish is a full treat.

But skewering is not over yet.

To the sweetness of the corn, to the teeth of the krako, to the mushrooms stained with the shoyu, the shripes that come to the last tightening.

Alternating the taste of vegetables with the delights of the sea was the simple flavoring of the shoyu, so that the flavor of the ingredients could be fully tasted.

Aletta instantly flattens one skewer with considerable volume.

(Yummy but... not enough!

The flavor stimulates my appetite and Aletta thinks it's true.

He wants to eat more.

That was the time.

"Ho. Here comes the meat. Be careful, it's hot."

With that said, the shopkeeper puts it on Aletta's plate.

"Is that okay!?

"Of course. I mean, that's not going to be enough, and I was originally going to give them both a taste."

The shopkeeper snorts with laughter.

"Yes! Thank you!

Aletta reaches out to the skewer in front of the owner to answer that.

(Ah... this, the sauce is delicious!

At the moment of the rash, Aletta felt the deliciousness of the sauce.

Sweet, spicy, sour.

Contains 3 flavours at the same time...... strong flavour sauce.

The taste spreads all over my mouth.

The meat stained with that strong sauce is... beef.

Softened by the careful attention given by the shop owner, it contains plenty of gravy with a strong meaty flavour at the same time, and the sauce is not beaten.

Moreover, vegetables sandwiched between meat and meat are the fruits of Oranje and Danshak.

Leaving spicy and teethy without daring to let it go through enough, Oranje makes a petty noise in his mouth to neutralize the taste of the sauce, and once boiled, the skinned danshak fruit, cut into easy-to-eat sizes, actually collapses in his mouth.

They both erase the meat aftertaste once... and prepare to eat the second or third meat deliciously.

Aletta was satisfied because it was deliciously eaten despite the intense flavoring.

It wasn't long before I finished eating. Not so much, it was delicious.

"So, what do you say? Was it delicious?

"Yes! They were both so delicious!

Aletta smiles and nods at the store owner's inquiry.

Agree from the bottom of your heart.

Or if it tasted like this, it would have tasted as good as I would have liked to buy it using a portion of my valuable salary.

"Right... okay. It's going to sell tomorrow."

The shopkeeper also exhales with a little relief at the words.

... they don't notice. That the word was heard by a group of people who were standing right next to me.

"Hey! Store owner, is that a sale?!?

"Heh!? Oh, well, yes..."

When I did it abruptly, the big ghost man asked me, and the shopkeeper nodded in surprise.

Not only did Tatsuji, for some reason, but all of the group sitting at the table gave me a hard glance at the reaction, I felt.

(Is that me... is that it?

Shortly after I had such a bad feeling.

"Whoa, if that's what you mean, give me that skewer, too! Five or so of those sea bliss guys for now!

"Five meats, too! Please hurry up!

"We'll give you 10 for now! Then add the carpet in a bottle!

"Bring it to me! He's definitely going to fit right in!

"Well, we'd like one of each, please."

"Without Galeo, please"

"Oh, then I'll have meat, too, please. Alcohol seems like a better match for beer than brandy, so over there."

Get an order from everyone at the table.

"Heh!? Oh, the... okay."

The shopkeeper snorts, even though he has trouble ordering it.

It was originally a lot of dishes that I intended to serve to my guests.

I couldn't tell you I couldn't let you out because that's a resident of another world.

... then they flatten the barbecue of the number of copies that will reach three digits in total, and it will take until late at night to rebuild it with a look down, but that's another story.