The Other World Dining Hall

Of a certain small country, in a small town, the little inn was still very busy that day.

"Ooh! This is Knight's stew!" "This way too, please! 2 plates! More meat! And beer and bread!

"Sorry ~. Accounting, please ~ su"

"Yes, yes! I'm home!"

Myra carries the food and liquor, receives the money from the guests and clears the table after the guests return as she walks around the tavern blindly.

I'm still hiring new people, but I'm still too busy to look around.

Until last year, when the sun began to set, I was free until the arrival of a traveler's lodger or husband who had completed a job on his way to the capital, but now guests arrive in a hiatus between opening the store at dawn and closing the store completely at sundown.

Also, the innkeepers are popular, and now even guests are deliberately choosing their way to stay in this inn knowing that they are half a day late in arriving in the capital.

That and this was due to the Knight's Stew, which we only serve in this inn around here.

Cut off is a halfling couple who flew to this city nearly a year ago.

A half-ring couple who say they are cooks, sell and cook the ingredients purchased in the market when they travel around.

When they started in this city and made "The Knight's Stew," and were sold out and ate it, Lauri, Myra's father, put the merchant's account to work.

I asked them to sell out the stew I had made in the pan while the sun was high, and by paying for it I heard the recipe.

At first, when Myra told me that my father would pay a couple of half-months of sales in the store... over 100 pieces in silver coins for a halfling he didn't know how to handle, he accidentally fell.

I just can't even be very popular. I need money to waste like that on Myra's lodging.

However, as a result, Lauri's judgment was correct, and what Myra and the others said after making sure to serve the knight stew in this store, the guests swelled more than ever, and much room was left in their nostalgia.

("I thought if I could get this out of us from the first time I ate it, I'd sell it" is Lauri's valve)

And noon time.

"Okay...... no ingredients, and this is what's happening today. Myra, you can rest till evening."

"Ha ha. Then, please."

After serving in the morning, Lauri tells Myra when she sees that the large pot of stew for serving before the noon bell has been emptied.

There are also other bowels stuffed and boiled danshaku, as well as simple soups and liquors, but the sale of this store is still a knight stew.

Without it, the customer's legs would be very blunt.

Regardless, I will rebuild it again, but for now, Myra decides to leave the job to the other payroll until the evening when she can do it again.

The mother, who died of the disease, was sick and weak, and in the end only Myra had a child.

Myra therefore took her son-in-law sooner or later, and she took over the store.

I couldn't do much to make him fall, but if he did, the store would be gone.

That's why Myra had quite a bit of free time, even as she was rigorously planted with her lodging job.

"Ugh, I'm tired..."

It is a rural town with no free time or entertainment.

Myra returns to her private room on the ground floor and falls into bed.

"It's okay to make money, but it's also a thought to be too busy"

One person says that while he's lying in bed.

Just for a moment, I miss when I used to be free.

Back then, in the evening, I was free enough that I had no problem taking a nap until the guests arrived.

... Although it's also true that I'm honestly sorry to be back when I sighed looking at the books with Lauri every day.

It was when I was thinking about that.

"Ooh. Myra, are you there?

I can speak from outside the window of brightness.

"What? What's wrong? Johan."

Myra answers the voice, while raising her face from the bed.

There was the familiar face of Johan of the same age, the second son of a bakery next door who lowered his old sword to his waist, a debt from the town vigilante.

"Actually, I found an awesome mess shop the other day, why don't you come with me?

Make sure Myra turns to herself, and Johan cuts out the errands all the time quickly.

"Awesome meshi shop?... Was there a store like that?

The opposing Myra tilts her neck at the words of Johan.

Myra has lived in this town since she was born, and she's only been out of town long enough to count with her fingers on both hands.

I know all about this city for that matter, but I didn't know what Johann called the "Amazing Meshi Shop".

"Oh, I found it the other day in a somewhat unusual store... the tea-damaging mess is delicious. So, what do you say?

"Disruptive, hey... well, you don't look like you're lying..."

Even so, the inn is a job of seeing people.

I can tell Johann isn't lying.

... and I'm not very smart because I'm the type that just got bigger under it than my head one way or the other.

"... well, fine. We were supposed to take a break until evening anyway, until then."

"Whoa! That's what we gotta do! Come on, let's go! Me, I'm looking forward to going over there, and I'm starving because I'm out in the morning. Hey!

Johann offers his hand as much as he did when he was a child.

"Right. If so, why don't you just go?"

Myra took that hand very naturally, and the two took together and walked out.

Then walking often.

"... Hey Johan. Could I have been fooled?

Myra asked Johann as she walked through the out-of-town woods, where sometimes wolves are forbidden from approaching because of the fact that they leave.

"Why are we talking about going out for dinner, in the woods?

Alone with a young man of his age, in an unpopular forest.

Even though I have known Johann since a very young age, it is a situation in which I have to feel uneasy as a young woman.

"No, I'm not lying! It's ahead of us. Awesome meshi shop."

But apparently Johann doesn't care about that at all.

What's in the bounced voice is no mayhem, appetite.

At least he didn't seem to suspect that 'there's a great mesh shop ahead'.

"I mean, how did you know there was a cook in here?

There was no way Johann was lying, but then I think it's extra mysterious.

Why are you doing a mesh shop in the back of the woods?

And I wondered why Johann wanted to go to a place where there was such a store again.

"Oh, look, about a year ago, a couple of halfling cooks wore it, right? The ones who made the knight's stew out of your inn."

To answer Myra's questions like that, Johann speaks of someone who should also be described as a benefactor to Myra.

Including the hang-up where he finds out about 'that store'.

"The seniors told me that they just walked into the woods singing weird songs when they stayed in this town,"

If that was all, I would have missed that kind of thing.

Because there's one thing humans don't know right now about halfling thinking about spending their whole lives traveling without a home.

"But I also went around town and noticed that the halfling coming to this town is going to this forest for the most part"

Yes, halflings come to this town quite often.

That couple was the only halfling who was a cook, but roughly every few months or so I see a halfling stop on my journey.

They mostly go into the woods after an easy shopping trip in town and leave as they are without even staying at the inn.

... I happened to talk to a warrior in an approximate town who could have been escorted by the aristocrats, and I also heard if, normally, halfling would come once a year.

The town had too many halflings to visit.

"I thought there was something in the woods, so I went to the back."

And I found it.

"... what is that? Why are there doors in these woods?"

Myra is amazed at the well-maintained black door that floats behind the woods.

"Oops, that's the meshi shop, the meshi shop for halflings."

Like that, Johann explained to Myra where that was while she was in a good mood for the same reaction she had seven days ago.

Listening to the sound of a bell called chillin 'chillin', the two knock on the door.

"Ah! Welcome! Please take this seat!

At the same time, two unusual shaped hair decorations are worn, and a girl wearing well-designed, tailored clothes with something bigger in her hand and boldly exposing her legs to her knees greets the two with a familiar look.

"Uh, sure, Mr. Johan could read the letters, couldn't he? This will be the menu. If you decide and... Yes! I'll have your replacement soon!

When she sits in a chair through a properly maintained table as prompted, the girl gently lowers her head on the table and goes to another table.

"... what is that?

Myra groans as she drops it off a little flashy.

"It sounds like some kind of costume from another world. He's a little embarrassed, but he said that's normal over here."

To Myra like that, Johann tells her daughter (who seems to be Aletta), who was a dignified servant.

"The other world?... Could it be here, in a different world?

"Apparently. They call it a different world canteen because it's a different world canteen...... is that it? Didn't I tell you?

To Myra's question, Johann finally realizes he forgot to explain what a place this is, and asks Myra.

"I didn't ask you."

As such, Myra sighs at the childhood tame where she has been missing for a long time, softly wandering through the store.

"... something's obviously wrong here."

If you look at it again, you can clearly see that the customer has a strange muscle.

... rather than guests who would be obviously aristocrats in superior clothes who seemed to have no connection to Myra for life from a tempestuous but very ordinary family-like guest, an old man like a mage, and a group of young female priests, and even a hundred times stronger warriors than Johan.

At the end of the sentence there was no way it was in Myra's world, obviously not human, such as a small dwarf or fairy, a silly big lizard, a store that even mixed two girls with bird wings and a kind of monster whose lower body said snake woman, etc.

Weirdly convinced that there seemed to be no mistake that this was a different world, Myra would open the book placed on the table and take a look.

There is a description of the dish in the beautiful letters of the familiar Samanak language.

I'm not sure if I don't try the name of the dish or its explanation, but there was one thing I figured out for now.

"... the price is a little higher than ours, I guess"

Accompanied by a description of that dish, the price is a little higher than the food at Myra's inn in an amount that even Johan's cheap salary can fully pay.

In other words, it is a very common price, and it is not a shop for noblemen to pay for one dish or one glass of liquor in silver coins by mistake.

(Never mind that some of our guests seem wealthier than the richest lords in town)

"But there isn't. If you ask me to cook at any one of these, if it's our bakery, you can eat as much fine white bread as you want to take one silver coin."

but Johan lightly overshadows Myra's predictions like that.

"Huh!? What's that!?

"Something tells me it's this store's policy. Bread and rice, no matter how much you eat, it's the same price."

Impossible.

To Myra with that look on her face, she points to one menu while explaining the stunning facts Johann found out seven days ago.

"My recommendation is this. Shit on the knight stew, it tasted better than that."

The last time I wore it, I asked for the 'cheap one' and it came out, but this time I asked for it from the beginning.

Though I'm sure Myra will like it too.

And Myra reads the letters Johann's fingertips pointed to.

"... macaroni gratin?

The cavalier's sauce was accompanied by an explanation to say it was a dish baked with cheese.

And often order and wait for dishes from the daughter of the servant earlier.

"Thank you for waiting. It's a macaroni gratin. Be careful, it's hot."

Looks like the owner of this store, a middle-aged man brings it with a glossy bread the size of his palm.

A dish filled with a deep plate of handled ceramics, which looks thick and sturdy, placed on a large, eyed plate.

It seems true that it is hot, and its dishes with brown scorches make a mundane and small boiling sound.

"Yo! I've been waiting!

I haven't worshipped in seven days. And Johan cheers unexpectedly.

The dish I've been waiting to eat because I've been captivated since I ate it seven days ago and can't eat it anywhere else but here.

Take your time, then.

With a bitter smile at the appearance of such a young man, the shopkeeper returns to the kitchen in the back with his usual dialogue.

"All right! I'll eat... ahhh!? But yeah!... eat before Myra cools down. Ugh."

That being said, Johann takes the fork and starts eating macaroni gratin all he has to do later.

Look, exhale relieved and let the fever escape, only the spoons rush without stopping.

(... let's heat it up and start with the bread)

When she sees Johann like that, and realizes she's so hot that she's going to burn herself, Myra first rips the bread off and mouths that it's 'all you can eat'.

(Ah, delicious...)

Myra breaks her face in freshly baked, saggy skin and fluffy, soft contents.

The bread inside is as bright as snow, and it is definitely known that this is white bread made with fine wheat.

Plus it seems to work with water and salt as well as butter and milk, and besides fine white sugar with no habits, and its slightly sweet flavor was found to be nothing but a lie and nothing about Johann's saying, 'so good that it's not strange to have one silver coin in one piece'.

"... what? Isn't that amazing? Different worlds"

Johan laughs when he sees Myra's face like that and asks for her consent.

"Right..."

Myra has to admit, too.

Just one piece of this bread is worth the price I saw earlier.

As a "very normal cook," I felt the awesomeness of a "cook of different worlds" that would put that out almost for free.

"That's it. Try the macaroni gratin too. It's like I brought you here because I want you to eat."

"Yeah. Okay......"

In Johann's words Myra takes the spoon and hands on the main dish, Macaroni Gratin.

Apparently the thick ceramic vessels make it harder to cool, and despite taking a little time, the macaroni gratin is still hot.

Plus gently plug in the silver fork.

By pressing with a spoon, the membrane of cheese with brown scorches, thinly stretched on the macaroni gratin, breaks.

Peeping from the inside is the white of the knight's sauce.

Increase Myra's sense of expectation without knowing its bright colors.

I wrapped it up with a fork... and carried it to my mouth.

(Hot!?...... but delicious!

Hmm, and after exhaling and letting off the heat in her mouth, Myra tastes the macaroni gratin to bite.

(Cheese and knight sauce, you know...)

The first thing I feel is the flavor of cheese. It's burnt. It's fragrant, crushed in the mouth and pleasantly sour.

Then I feel the rich flavour of a rich knight's sauce.

Its flavour with plenty of milk and butter is much darker and thicker than the Knight's sauce that Myra usually serves.

And the acidity of the cheese and the sweetness of the knight's sauce mix in his mouth, bringing each other together.

(It's in oraniers, chicken, mushrooms... noodles? I wonder if this is macaroni)

And the ingredients in that sauce are also great.

A melted oranier that is well put through the fire and has a sweetness that is twelve minutes different from the flavor and milk.

Chicken breast with a good meat taste and teeth.

Thick mushrooms containing the flavour of the sauce itself.

And smooth-tongued, noodles that would have been refined from flour.

(This noodle... the macaroni is good...)

The goodness of the noodles was in the hole.

The noodles of a distinctive shape with holes have a rich sauce flavour thanks to the thorough involvement of the sauce.

Further bite filled the hole with stuffed sauce and it was delicious.

"So, what do you say? Isn't it delicious?

"Yeah. It's really good. This."

Myra replies with a smile to Johann, who is wiping and eating the remaining sauce on the plate with bread.

I do think this is the dish that deserves to be served in the 'Awesome Dining Room'.

And at the same time.

"... maybe we should get this out at home"

In Myra. Huh, that's how I feel.

A dish baked by hanging cheese from the top of a hot knight's sauce with plenty of ingredients.

... If I could get this out in my own inn, I'm sure there would be more customers than there are now.

"Seriously!? If I could make it, I'd go through it every day!

Johann says happily to Myra's whining like that.

If the food you thought you could only eat in different worlds could be eaten in Johanns' world, that too, in a neighborhood inn, you'd never be happier.

"Oh well...... yeah. Well, let's do it."

Pushed back by such Johann's words, Myra is secretly determined.

Making noodles seems like a medium difficulty, but if you can do that, you're going to figure it out later.

(I wonder if my father even felt this way when he wanted to teach me how to make a knight stew...)

It would be amazing if I could.

Excited by such a hunch, Myra tried to 'steal' this flavor and taste it even more.