The Other World Dining Hall

Born and raised in a mountainous country, Hachilow, a traveling performer who continues his journey by showing various arts among and in the villages and towns dotted above the mountains of the mountainous country, had in his hands a handmade map, walking on the mountain path, still dim with the sun just climbing, vigilantly.

Mountain roads in mountainous countries are often dangerous, even if they are familiar with travelling.

Step off and you'll quickly fall head-on to the bottom of the valley, where dangerous beasts, demons, and beastmen will settle in the woods that cover the mountains, on top of not uncommon fine roads that will cost you your life, attacking travellers who have approached your territory.

The sinners, the ruined doors that are no longer in the people, dwell in the mountains beyond the sight of the samurai, become thieves and strike innocent travellers, and the wretched travellers who died in the mountains, unfortunately, resent the world and turn it into corpses (ancestors), wielding death in what they live.

The phrase "the mountain path leads to the Yellow Springs" is an expression of the dangers of such mountain paths.

(Whoa whoa whoa haha how are you doing......)

But the face of Hathilow, who walks on such a rugged path, sweating, is clear.

At the end of spring and when summer tries to visit, Hachilow goes to see 'Oooh' and 'Oooh'.

Today was exactly that day.

"Finally..."

When it's completely bright, Hachiro gets where he wants to be.

In front of Hachiro, familiar doors...... black, doors with cat paintings.

Carefully wipe the sweat you put on by the time you got here, make sure the sun shining in the sky plunged into Jomtien and put your hands on the door.

The door opens with a chillin 'chillin' and a mild noise, and Hachilow knocks over the door.

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Haven't come yet, or...)

I quickly looked over into the store where "Weird Guests" were hanging out, realizing that I didn't have the two people I was looking for, and I was just a little nervous.

(Let's do it... No, it's not.)

I promised to see him again next year at Doyo's noon at the beginning of the summer, and Hachiro broke up whoops and afterwards.

This means knocking around this, 'door' dotted all over the country, and the last time it was for the two of us was another year ago.

When I met her a year ago, my old squeaky face turned my head and made me anxious, but I shake it off and throw it away.

(What, it's okay. You just happen to be behind)

It's not as easy as dying occasionally.

That's right, I tell myself, and I decide to wait while I eat, too.

"Welcome. Welcome to Yoshok's Nekoya. Sir, is this your first time?

Is it because I stopped thinking a lot at the entrance?

Was it seen as a 'new face', the daughter of a demon clan dressed in otherworld-style clothing with bold legs, with black curly horns growing on her golden hair that she wasn't there until last year...

My daughter, who would probably be the servant of this store, asks Hachilow.

"No, it's not. I haven't been here in a year, I'm just a little confused."

It was so beautiful that even in the capital I didn't see it a bit, when I returned the words while confused by my glossy blonde daughter.

There's a chillin 'chillin' and a door opening, and there's a slight sign of something coming in.

"Hmm. I don't want to get old. I didn't know it would take this long to climb such a hill."

"Really hey...... oh no, it's not honey lol. I don't know if I've kept you waiting."

What you hear from your feet is a voice you could hear.

"Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Unexpectedly, Hachiro can hold them both.

"Whoa. Why don't you stop. It's a good year. Shame on you."

"Beechlow is always like a child."

The two shivers stroke such a honeysuckle with love.

A cute son with twice the length of his back.

When I was mindful, it was a couple of mindful traveling dwarves (ha-ha-hooks) who picked up a beehiro abandoned in the mountains to slacken their hearts long after the child had been independent.

They taught Hathilow how to walk the mountain path and how to defend themselves, and the moves of the street art to live, who were children who knew nothing but about the village in which they were born, and they traveled together for ten years.

That's how a decade went by, and when Hatilow grew up to be a fine independent young man, 'whoa' and 'whoa' broke up with Hatilow, as that's natural for a traveling dwarf, and went back to the casual journey of the two couples.

"There you go. It's time for you to put me down."

"Bye. I'm starving. I don't eat anything in the morning."

"Oh, you did..."

Returning to me to that word, Hachiro lowers them both in the light.

"Oops. Your daughter there, you, I'll be the servant of this store. Show me to the table."

"I can't wait to get hungry, so I need a menu right away."

I guess I identified it in an instant. You two do what you ask for in service.

"Yes. This way, please."

With such a bitter smile on both of them, the paying daughter laughs frankly and leads her to an empty seat.

"Well, I'll bring you a menu soon, too."

"Oh, wait a minute"

Guide him to his seat and call off the service he immediately tried to pick up the menu.

"Yes. What is it?

"Fast and bad, but I want to place an order"

When Hatylow tells him that, the other two snort, too.

Yes, the food here is varied and all delicious, and whoops and whoops eats so much that you can't think of it from its old appearance, but the first dish you ask for is decided.

"Ask for three bowls of parents and children. Bring it to me right away."

That was the favorite of these old traveling dwarves and the flavor of memories for Hathilow.

Then the three of them talk about an accumulated year.

"Oh my God, you were even going to Sandy Country!?

"Wow, it's hot over there."

"I've been to a country a few times already, but it's still full of sand, and that's it."

The two of them turn their backs on Hachiro's inquiry.

Traveling dwarves spend their entire lives traveling.

For that reason, it is not even uncommon to have gone around all the countries of the continent.

The two before them were also such.

"Bye. It was rare. Traveling beyond the sea, dwarf."

"Bye. A couple of young traveling dwarves who came all the way over the ocean on a boat, and I never wanted to ride again because I was so bored on the boat."

That's why the two words that you don't know what pops up are funny.

"Oh well. The mountain country is the same. Oh, but I've heard that the streets that a couple of ghosts have been living in for a long time now have become safer without ghosts."

Overlapping words while hammering at the two words.

Words to fill a year's void.

That lasted until the shopkeeper, who saw his face for the first time in a year, brought him a bowl of parents and children.

"Thank you very much."

"I knew I had to eat it before it got cold."

Take the chopsticks and open the lid so that you can't wait forward for the vessel with the lid that arrived.

"Ooh. Smells good."

"Really. No matter how many times I eat it, this smell answers my belly."

Phew, and while I narrow my eyes to two healthy people who breathe in and then start eating guts, Hachiro also takes the lid.

Fluffiness, the smell of sweetness and saltiness tickles my nose.

Feeling his stomach tighten to the scent, he drinks up his saliva, takes his chopsticks and sees the dish.

What you see in your eyes is a vibrant egg color stained on one side.

The dish of the other world, called the Bowl of Parents and Children, is a luxurious dish with chicken eggs on top of pure white rice.

(Oh, I guess.)

Enjoy its beauty with your eyes, enjoy its smell with your nose, and enjoy its weight with your palms.

If we get that far, we'll have to eat later.

Hachiro gently inserts the chopsticks and takes the first bite.

On the chopsticks is a large, sliced, fat skinned chicken meat that is moderately fired through to put together clear eggs, and pure white rice containing brown juice is laid on the base.

Bright green and white onions add colour and sue Hachiro to eat immediately because it is delicious.

Hachiro carried the bowl of parents and children into his mouth as he said it was intolerable.

(Oh......)

The moment I carried it to my mouth, the bowl of dust and parents and children would unwind.

What spreads in your mouth is the intricate flavour.

The fat of the bird's skin, the flavour of the soft meat, the crisp texture of the onions and the sweetness of the rice, the flavour of the soggy juice.

They come together to entertain the tongues of Hachiro.

(Ugh... really)

Beechlow bites, even spilling tears over its flavor.

When I thought I hadn't been abandoned by my parents, I was lucky enough to whoop and whoop and pick up only my life, but when I was badly blocked by the fact that my birth had been abandoned, whoops and whoops pulled the hand of Hachilow, who was a young man, and knocked at the door.

And in a strange shop, the three of us ate a bowl of parents and children made by the older predecessors.

That, forgetting the sad feeling until then of being so delicious, to a heartless eating honeysuckle, they narrowed their eyes and said.

- This guy, the whole bowl of parents and kids. Parents and children, don't eat with me.

- Why not? I don't think so. So we ate a bowl of parents and children together at the same table.

The words slipped into the hearts of the worn out Hachiroe, a world that looked gray regained its colour.

From that day on, the parents for Hachiro became the little whoops in front of them.

(Oh, I don't know. I can't stand this anymore)

Once I had a full taste of the first bite, my stomach gave a fierce lecture.

Said to bring more.

Of course I don't ask about patience, either, honey.

Mouth directly on the bowl, join the guts and the two in front of you to cool the bowl of parents and children.

From time to time, I reach for the miso juice that I follow with me, moisturize my throat, and I don't stop my hand while I re-mouth it with a soggy pickle.

It was almost simultaneous that the three finished eating the bowl of parents and children.

"Ugh, wow, wow"

"One drink first, bye."

Place the chopsticks satisfactorily and reach for the menu to say whoa whoa whoa that's natural.

"Come on, what do you want next?

Beechlow also gets together with nature to peek into the menu and think about what to ask for.

Though old, a traveling dwarf with a big stomach anyway and a still eating platter of honey.

Either bowl of parents and children is not enough shards.

"Bye..."

"Really..."

My stomach is limited in nostalgia anyway, so I worry about what to ask for.

Such, happy parent-child time slowly flowed.