The Other World Dining Hall

On that day, there were more guests than usual.

"Bye, I'll be back."

- I'll be back.

"Beef stew" lightly held up a large silver pan full of contents and "Indian curry" overlaid with plates to wonder where it is in its slender body no matter how many times I see it, silence comes to the cat.

"All right, good luck today"

"Yes. Good luck. You had a lot of customers today."

After Pathan and the door close, the two exchange words with each other as they are wrapped up in the openness with which the day is over.

The day is closed when a beautiful guest asking for a beef stew (and a black girl dressed like a different coloured cat or uniform, no matter how she looks, who recently sat down long before noon until the deadline for her to come) returns.

The time is 9 p.m., which is also the end of normal cat and yah business hours. It's a time that can never be said to be too late in the world where shopkeepers live, but it seems unusual in other worlds where it's normal to sleep when the sun goes down, and by the time this time period passes, guests who were mainly coming from dusk for alcohol will be home, and few visitors will visit again at this time. I wore a few guests who ate enough to likely be at the big food championship today, even though I only have about a human child called Halfling, so I have very little ingredients left, but if the rest is enough to make bribes for the girl in front of me, I'll figure it out.

With that in mind, the store owner makes one stretch with the relief of a job cleared up.

I never hate the work of a cook, and I find it rewarding, but I still feel quite open when I'm done with my work.

I tried to go back to the kitchen with such openness, it was then.

Chillin 'Chillin' and the sound of a bell announcing a visitor.

Looking back unexpectedly, there was a young man with brown skin, black beard and hair, dressed in a little dusty white clothes.

It's a face I don't see. Perhaps today is my first customer.

"... Welcome"

"Welcome to Yoshok's Nekoya!

Nevertheless, customers are customers. The shopkeeper greets the guests with a smile.

"Right, Nekoya? What the hell is this place? Why is there such a place in the middle of the desert?

"Yeah, actually, this is..."

The shopkeeper thinks as he explains to his first visitor what this place is like.

What to serve in this situation where the majority of the ingredients are exhausted.

Nadel, a traveling merchant, lets him walk vigilantly, resistant to the cold under a full moon that shines blue, even at night, on a dull camel of motion.

Look around without alarm from the top of the camel. Lurking in pale-stained sand, I was jealous of myself that a dead corpse was still alive around here, and wondered if I could move.

More than in ancient times, the night when the full moon shines in the great desert that covers much of this land of sand conceives of a danger unlike the day when the light and the incarnate sun of flames throw a light that easily kills people. He is attacked by the dead, and he is in danger of turning himself into the dead.

Those who died in this vast desert rarely receive the right condolences.

For this reason, on the evening when the full moon of darkness and death incarnate shines to the top, so pale dyed the surroundings, the dead, dried from the sand around them, rise undead, and strike to draw the living to their side.

(You failed. I didn't know you couldn't avoid a full moon evening trip)

The starting point was that the water of the oasis I had turned into an athe was withered and I became the feather to go far to another oasis.

So I reached the city before the full moon, and it was crazy that on the full moon night I planned to tilt it slowly, even with alcohol, with gold that sold off the silk I had purchased at Harbor Street in a city inn.

(At least I wanted to get there by sundown.)

With half a day to go to the city, I have an estimate that I can reach in the morning if I keep going.

It's just a matter of being a full moon.

(There are some unusual signs... yeah?

I found it on the edge of my sight. Nadel parks the camel and looks there.

On the blue-dyed sand of the night, a black door stood.

(Mirage...... no, it's night now)

For a moment, even though I think of it as an illusion floating in the middle of the desert, I reconsider.

It's the middle of the night when the full moon is about to reach Jomtien. I've never heard of such things as illusions appearing at such times.

"... yeah. It's a real door. Besides, open it properly, huh?"

Get off the camel and touch the door, making sure it is something tangible.

The doors are well maintained and glow black in the light of the full moon.

When I turned the brass handle a little, it didn't seem to be locked and opened just a little.

"... what? I smell faint. Is this cooking?

When I open the door, it smells just a little. Something smells like meat soup and spices.

To the smell, Nadell accidentally spits down his throat and feels a hungry pain in his stomach.

Speaking of which, you're only eating dried fig fruit today.

Although it was a hasty journey where there was no room for water, Nadel was traveling today without even taking enough time for a meal.

Keeping his body soaked with a cloak and hood of sunset to avoid wasting sweat, he rode dry figs over the back of a camel and just poured them in with precious water for a day's journey.

As a result, it was empty in the stomach.

On that hunger, Nadel unwittingly leads to the door and steps inside.

And with the chillin 'chillin' and ringin 'bells, I accidentally turn back to me, but it's slow.

"... Welcome"

"Welcome to Yoshok's Nekoya"

It was almost at the same time that Nadel peered into the store and a brunette human man resembling a mountain nation and a demonic woman with horns on her head spun a welcome word.

Make a noise and pour in the precious, chill-cut cold water in the desert that's going to make your head ache.

"... Hey! Bring me another water drain!

Lemon water with a hint of fruit, stained in a dry body, is delicious enough to almost spill tears unexpectedly.

From the second cup I drank the water slowly so that it stained my body, as the first cup poured in from a brilliantly tidy glass of vitreous glass, and finally the moisture was returning to the withered body of the water.

"Yes, I'm home!

In response to Nadel's words, a demonic daughter wearing a fancy costume inside her legs, lacking some flesh but like a dancer, soon brings a silver watermark.

(I wondered what would happen at first, but this water alone is well worth it)

I'm satisfied with this deal because I'm a merchant and I'm sensitive to whether I can get a foundation.

Cold water is a 'commodity' to the extent that the sale of water, which is responsible for heavy watering in the city, sells raw, lukewarm water with a glass of crude wood and a glass of copper coin.

If we drank this much clear iced cold water, the original of the five copper coins Nadel promised to pay the shopkeeper was a calculation that could be taken in full.

(Damn, it was on today)

According to what Nadell has heard, this seems to be a different world.

Once every seven days, you can only visit through the doors that appear in the world of Nadel. This is a restaurant of different worlds, where you can eat food from different worlds for a few bucks (which, in Nadel's view, was only a little expensive as a shop for ordinary people to eat).

But the owner of this store said, 'I don't have any more ingredients left today, so I can only serve about Peperoncino'.

It was a little unfortunate that I couldn't eat the soup and spice dishes I smelled when I entered this store, but whatever it was, if I could eat a warm dish, it wouldn't hurt.

Whether it was a lot better than dried figs, when I ordered that 'pepe pancake', it meant drinking as much water as possible.

But, Pepe, what kind of food is it?

Dipping the water into his body, Nadel takes a breath and once again thinks about the different worlds of cooking he himself asked for.

From the kitchen, which seems to be in the back, you can hear faint oil exploding.

The owner says the dish called Pepe is a dish made from wheat with noodles and pork smoked meat stir-fried in oil with the flavour and aroma of Togalan and Galeo, apparently.

He said it could be made quickly with less ingredients, and it was a delicious dish.

(Well, there is a difference between the owner and the owner of this store. I guess you don't give me weird stuff)

When I reconsider that, the owner comes out of the kitchen in the back.

"Thank you for waiting. Peperoncino."

Put the dish in front of Nadel.

(... well. Smell alone sounds good enough)

I don't know, I drink gokuri and spit and remember the feeling of my stomach being tightened.

Galeo with a bright red Togalan cut into rings and a yellow desert sand colour cut into thin slices.

Finely chopped smoked meat with bright meat colours, bright green herbs and clear yellow oil leaking slightly at the bottom of the plate.

Nadel inadvertently spreads a high nostril into the scent where they were a mixture of light, mountain and served yellow noodles, and Togalan, Galeo and smoked meat, inhaling the scent abundantly.

"Well, take your time"

Shortly after the store owner spoke up and left.

Nadel grabbed the silver fork that was placed beside him and ate it abruptly.

(This is... spicy, but delicious!

Immediately after tangling the noodles with a fork broken up into three strands and transporting them to his mouth, Nadel accidentally took the cup he had put aside and drank the water.

Noodles as thin as yarn spinning sheep's wool were firmly intertwined with fine yellow oil.

The yellow oil, which was originally the finest odorless delicacy, was well stained with Togalan spiciness.

If you look closely, there are only a few seeds of Togalan in that oil… the seeds that contain the most of the spiciness of Togalan float.

Besides, Togalan itself seems to use a fairly spicy kind of thing, and at first glance, the spiciness of Togalan, which seemed to be just floating around a small amount of what had been cut into rounds, made his throat hot.

(But never just spicy...... yummy!

Noodle dishes from different worlds were certainly spicy dishes, but that's not all.

The faintly scorched Galeo had a fragrant aroma and crushed teeth in his mouth, and smoked meat after being thoroughly flavored with spices and salt, giving concentrated meat and fat flavor, while the green herbs hung on top had a faint but firm flavor.

Plus I feel the salt gas firmly, but its spiciness is well blended into the oil and soft. I didn't just sprinkle the salt. It made me feel the flavor.

(This is good oil. It is superior and has succeeded in bringing in a variety of flavors due to its lack of oil odor)

Yes, the main protagonist of this dish was oil.

Yellow, clear, fine oil.

It is such a substitute that it does not smell like oil and it seems like it can even be drunk as it is. Therefore, it inhaled all the flavors of a number of relatively strong ingredients of mine, but it had the power to just put them together.

And skinny noodles that suck in fine oils that contain countless delicacies carry them into your mouth without any extra flavor.

(Though, it's also something you might be able to make over there or depending on your ingenuity)

Smoked meat of oil, togaran, galeo and pork on noodles... not so much. All but unknown herbs of who they are. It's a substitute for Nadel to get to the next city, dotted in the land of sand, even in a city that can never be said to be big.

Regardless, it would take considerable skill and research to make something as delicious as the one in this store, but something similar seemed like enough to make it.

(Given the way this is made, it could be an out-of-the-box business story...)

As he turns his head like a merchant as his belly swells, eventually the dish leaves a slight trace of yellow oil empty.

"Sorry! Give me another plate!

Without putting up with the fact, Nadel demanded a replacement without delay.

By the time the pale moon plunged into Jomtien, Nadel had returned to the desert to be rocked by a love camel, aiming for the next city.

(I want to be in the city by morning...)

Her belly swells, she drinks the water thoroughly and forgets her fatigue. Nadel moves the camel without even feeling comfortable sleeping.

Let's go into the city before the sun rises and after a slow day's sleep in the inn, let's do business.

Sell the silk you bought, get the gold, buy the goods again with the gold, and travel again.

Drinking kaffa with the traveling merchants, you can talk about the different worlds of cuisine you just ate while exchanging information.

With such enthusiasm for the future, Nadel slowly went on through the sandy sea.