The Other World Dining Hall

Heinrich, who was just off duty to bump into the doyo day and came from day to day to the other world cafeteria, watched a certain guest while eating fried shrimp, as usual.

"Ah, this fish might taste better than usual! Give me one more of these!

"Oh, already, Iris! Don't make so much noise! Excuse me.

Give me the same thing. "

It's a pair of guests eating food with a noise.

At first glance it looked like two girls, but the guest, who would be a connection between a man and a woman because of the way she spoke, was eating the dish looking really delicious while smudging the wings growing from her back.

(But is it okay to eat raw fish, etc? Is it because you're a demon?

Born in the house of a lord of a seaside town in the Principality, Heinrich knows that those two are a species known as Seylane, who are feared as sea demons.

I also know that I prefer fish to live by the sea, to be a bird monster. I've never heard of Seylan using fire, so it would be natural to prefer fish that don't go through the fire.

In Heinrich's homeland, fish were food that should not be eaten raw.

Do you boil, cook, remove and dry the guts, or even smoke them until they are healed again?

Anyway, I didn't eat it raw. My kids used to tell me stories about dying of eating without passing enough fire and getting hit by the poison of bugs and rotten fish lurking in the fish and breaking their bellies.

(But it looks delicious)

Meanwhile, Heinrich thinks as he finishes eating fried shrimp.

Yes, it looks delicious. While it is a dish out of the ordinary track: raw fish.

What's the best thing about this store in another world?

That changes a lot depending on who you ask.

Some customers say that meat dishes fried in oil are the best, and that the true price of this store is in fresh, tasty vegetables and mushrooms.

Some say bread is the hidden protagonist, while others say rice is the supreme.

Some customers say it's best to come in the day and enjoy the food, while others say it's best to eat sweets with tea at noon, and that it's the right way to enjoy drinking and eating enough to take a bath at night.

And if you ask Heinrich, he thinks the true price of this store lies in the abundance of fish and sea delights.

Whatever you do, keep that perishable shrimp fresh in itself, cover it with breadcrumbs and serve it in a novel way.

Besides the wonderful tartare sauce that brings out that shripe flavor.

Only this other world knows where to feed them.

(... Think so, even raw fish taste good in this store?

Think that far, Heinrich realizes that.

Sure, eating that one is obviously a demon unlike humans, but it is the people of different worlds who are making it, but definitely humans, and shopkeepers who boast great culinary skills.

The dish that the shopkeeper makes will mean that at least the shopkeeper himself thinks of that dish as a fine dish, where money can be taken.

(No, no, it's enough that the store owner and I are deliberately cooking noodle dishes with rotten bean sauce for elves. Must be for demons only)

That's how I think and shake off the questions and curiosities that have risen.

Um, the swordsman of an elf visiting the shop at noon or the daughter of two elves visiting with a woman who looks like a human magician.

Elves are the only ones in this store who are fine with the dishes that say those rotten beans and so on, rather they look delicious.

So I concluded, shaking off my curiosity about the raw fish that boiled just a little bit, that was then.

"Yay! Here he comes!

"Hisashibu! How have you been?

Two new guests come in as they make a loud noise with the chillin 'chillin' ringing bells.

Appearing when the hood of a cloak with rough dust is lowered are two children with curly hair and slight dandruff ears on their tanned skin.

"Grandpa and Grandma told me before this that there are doors in the desert too! That's why I'm here!

"Give me some water for now! From the throat ~"

(Is that... halfling)

And then he sees the two of them sitting next to Heinrich on a small run, and Heinrich perceives who they are.

The eternal wandering people who looked like children, the couple of cooks who are halflings, Pickett and Packett laughed with a twinkling of their eyes at the scenery of the otherworldly dining room, familiar in a sense from a distant western continent.

"Welcome. Long time no see. Water and Oshiboli, I brought you"

Aletta smiles and brings multiple watermarks and hand tufts to the two of them who took off their capes as they sanded down the buckwheat and sand.

"Thanks!" "Yeah, yeah. I knew it would feel good to be clean!

Eventually he drinks up water in a sigh of noise and muddles his face and hands beautifully as he takes his place.

And after the two of us sighed one, I quickly started a calculation to fill my empty stomach.

"It's been a long time, and let's eat a lot, Packe!" "Yeah! You ate a lot, Pickett!

That said, the two glanced at the store with a creep and laid eyes on the two girls eating delicious looking dishes.

"Yeah! Let's start with that one for me and Packett!

"Oh man! This is Shake season! Delicious! Shake!"

Pickett fingers and says the dish the two girls are eating looking delicious.

In the hot desert all year round, the sensation of the season is lost, but the two of them, aiming, saw the meat of the orange fish and found out about the current season.

Fish from different worlds that say shakes and things that are often eaten in catfish between autumn and winter.

It was a fish with a unique flavour, unlike both bloody red-bodied fish and bloody white-bodied fish, who knew that the fat was well ridden and delicious to eat raw.

"Yes. Smoked salmon carpaccio, right? Please wait."

It was when I answered the order of the two little guests and tried to return to the kitchen.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I say Aletta? Do it with that carpaccio, and ask me too."

"Yes?... Yes. Please wait."

Heinrich finally summons Aletta and orders Carpaccio.

If you don't have to know if it's a demon, and you're eating various dishes in this store and your tongue is fat. If you even say halfling is delicious, maybe it's really delicious, and it's not poisonous.

When he thought about it, Heinrich had no reason to hesitate anymore.

And soon the dish can also be delivered to Heinrich.

"Thank you for waiting. Smoked salmon and cream cheese carpaccio."

On a plate placed with such words were brightly colored orange fish meat and thinly sliced oraniers scattered with chunks of pure white cheese, a plate with added white sauce.

(Again, is it raw...)

Heinrich decides to take the fork and eat it, wondering if it would have been a good idea to ask for just a little bit of the meat of the fish, which is called salmon, to have the transparency to ask that it is raw, unlike the meat of the fish that was put through the fire.

"Yeah! Yum!" "I knew fresh fish would be limited to raw! This is smoked, though!

Ignoring the gentleness of the next seat, stab a piece of fish meat and cheese with a fork and lift it.

faintly clear orange meat, bright white, cheese that would not be sunny.

And took with the meat, still a clear thin oranier.

I drink one basket and a noodle from nervousness or anticipation, then carry it to my mouth.

(... oh, good. It's good!)

The moment he ate it, Heinrich sighed one in his heart.

For the first time in his life, raw fish meat had a unique tooth taste, unlike fish that had been put through fire. Biting doesn't collapse in my mouth, and every time I squeeze it, it slowly chops a thousand.

And each time it floods out is the oil in fish meat.

It does have the smell of fish, but the raw odor of the old fish is not at all, and it contains no excess fish flavor and goes firmly into the tongue.

And it is the combination of oranier in fresh cheese that enhances its flavour.

of cheese, with a different acidity than the sauce sprinkled on top, and an oranier that does not go through the fire, with a vibrant spiciness.

These two enhance the taste of oily fish.

(... but tartar sauce is also for raw fish)

And more importantly, a white sauce sprinkled to draw a line above. This is great.

Heinrich, who kept going to this store and had eaten shrimp fries and oyster fries many times, knew immediately who they were.

Unique acidity and odorless oil, then the taste of eggs.

Chopped eggs and herbs are the only ones not in them, but this was definitely tartare sauce.

Tartar sauce is essential for seafood.

It was the same, even if there was no fire in the fish.

"Aletta! I'm sorry, but I'm not baking. Bring me some bread!" "Soon! Eat with this pinch!

"It's Aletta. Do me a favor."

Following the voice of guidance, which is heard softly from time to time, Heinrich also desires bread.

(I see.

Heinrich is convinced of the flavor by mouthing Carpaccio along with the unbaked bread that arrived quickly.

The wonderful and delicious raw fish meat certainly didn't cook, it also went with the soft and sweet bread, and was well familiar with Heinrich's tongue, which was not hungry with fried shrimp, and instantly emptied a plate.

(Jeez. That's a great thing about different worlds)

Heinrich thinks so again, flattening a plate beautifully and full.

Different world restaurants that even make raw fish meat delicious.

I'm sure there are delicacies hidden in the dishes that I haven't eaten yet.

With satisfaction, Heinrich slowly rose to his seat and returned to his world on account.