The Other World Dining Hall

It was Meat Day on Saturday when the Western catfish turned into a different world cafeteria that day.

"Well, what are we going to do today"

While simmering with guts and smelling the good smell of the tongue juice, the shopkeeper thinks about it every time it's troubling.

The important question of what to make your daily meal set for meat day today.

The dish that serves the recommended dish of the day cheaper than usual must naturally be chosen in harmony with the soup.

In other words, you have to choose a dish that goes well with "Dumpling Juice," which is the star of the meat day.

(I knew it would be heavy when I combined the meat with the meat. Even then, the other customer likes to cook more than western food...)

Often, the shopkeeper decides on today's daily dishes.

(All right, shall we bake the foil?)

Salmon tastes good just now.

With that in mind, the store owner began to prepare for the opening.

The sun sets, evening.

Ellen, the woody wife of a small northern country on the eastern continent, was an unexpected guest.

"... so, what are you gonna do, you"

Ellen glimpses the 'customer' hitting the flame in front of the fireplace and asks Herman.

"Whoa, what do we do?

Hellman, on the other hand, was also in trouble.

"Is this really where humans live? Not storage or something?

"Oh, that's not true! We're mundane!

"Yes, they do! Weird thing to say, I'm not gonna let you loose!

It was a bad sight for Ellen inside to see Kai or Bona having a childish fight with a boy who seemed to have a fine dagger on his hips, who looked just as old as Kai, coming in the cold clothes of a cabin with a refreshing breeze even after closing the window, and who was not familiar with what she called the difference in identity.

"Really, what am I supposed to do?

"Come on... maybe there's someone for you to look for or something, and I think it would be nice to keep it for a while..."

It was before noon that I found a child who was resting in the woods, where Hellmann works, brought to a tree.

The child, named Krause, would be a merchant or mayor of the city selling firewood to observe…

In other words, he is a child who has no connection with the Hermans, a family of stubborn woodcutters.

Hellman took Krause home first, not leaving him alone in the woods.

"... Hey, Hellman. I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat."

In the meantime, Herman and Ellen looked at each other in the words that Klause said as she remembered fu, who was letting Kai and Bona deal with her.

(What do we do?!? Probably, but it's like we usually serve it. You know what they say!?

(Oh yeah, but you can't just buy something out from now on to the city!?

Exchange words with Boso Boso in a whisper.

I don't know where Klause is a child, but I'm pretty sure he lives far better than the Hermans.

Naturally, the meal must also be eating eggs every time, something that the Hermans can't possibly think of.

Not very much, but I didn't think I'd be satisfied with the soup to say salted water with shards of bread or smoked meat that seemed to be missing the teeth the Hermans were eating.

"No meals? It's almost winter, and we're not gonna be rocky anyway, are we?

Kai speaks words like he doesn't know the inside of such a parent.

"Really?

"Yeah. My old man's is already blurry, so do you want to snap it? He said he had to!

Bona reveals the family situation even more to Krause, who listens back with a surprised face.

(Hey! Don't say anything unnecessary!

To the two innocent words, Ellen nags with a bright red face.

Now anyway, I need to scold him carefully later... that's what I thought Ellen would get the word of salvation.

"Yes, yes. So I haven't even been to Nekoya lately at all."

"Hey! There's a bunch of bits today, but you can't do that, right?

To the two words, Ellen faces Herman.

"Nekoya? What's that?"

Hellman and Ellen answer orally to Klause, who on the other hand overhears the unheard words.

"Nekoya is a restaurant serving meals far away. Dear Krause."

"Actually, that, somehow, there was a door in our barn where we could go...... yes, because we have Master Krause, let's eat there for today! Look, you, okay?

"Right! Let's do that!

Words exchanged in white, Herman and Ellen decide to take today's noon in a different world cafeteria while preparing for painful expenses.

In that store, there are so many customers who would obviously be aristocrats, who seem to grow up better than the Krause in front of them, and they serve dishes that are fine with the luxurious ingredients.

At least you should be more satisfied with Klause than the Ellen's usual meals.

"Okay. Then show me."

"Yes!... sorry, but this is not the kind of place to go with these worn clothes, just for a moment, could you please wait"

"Fine. Hurry up."

The two nodded loudly at Klause's words, and Herman and Ellen hurried to get dressed in sunshine and then let the children get dressed.

"Huh!? Are you going to Nekoya today!?

"Are you sure!? Yay!

The kids are also very happy with their parents' decision to help Ellen get dressed.

"Look, you guys. Don't make a scene today."

Even though Ellen desperately told both of them to get dressed quickly, she accompanied Krause to the barn.

Krause, the third prince, who had fallen further into the countryside among the small nations on the border to avoid getting caught up in the battle of his brothers, opened his eyes in surprise as he heard the chillin 'chillin' ringing bells.

(Holy shit!? I didn't know there was really a place like...)

With the guidance of a family of civilians, which is unlikely to be very wealthy either, a strange place was spreading beyond the misplaced black door.

In spite of a basement with no windows, a room much brighter and warmer than a shack that was dim because the windows were closed to prevent the cold.

There were several tables and chairs lined up, and guests were lenient at each table.

(That's Lizardman and Lamia, that's the Imperial Perhaps High Nobility, that's the High Priest of God of Light, that's Elf... what the hell is this place?

Even though he was born and raised in a small country on the border, Klause, who knows somewhat about this world from being taught by tutors and books, was surprised by the customers of this store.

"This way, Master Krause."

"Uhm."

Thanks for urging the civilians in front of you, Krause sits in one of the well-behaved, vacant seats.

Soon afterwards, I was just a little surprised that the civilians were on the table with me, but Klause, young but understanding that this one was a helped person, decided not to say anything for now.

"Welcome. Welcome to Yoshok's Nekoya! Order, we'll ask."

(Oh, my God, are you a Demon! I hear it's not uncommon in empires...)

He brings cold water with ice in a glass of vitreous that makes him ask that it is expensive, and instead keeps him calm as he is heartily surprised that it is the Horn-grown Demon clan who came to pick up his order, and nods to eagle fry at a couple of civilians who look at themselves anxiously.

"... let it go. I don't know what kind of food I have here. You decide."

"... with five daily fixed meals, please"

With Krause's permission, Ellen immediately placed an order.

The cheapest daily fixed meal, but the food in this store is cheapest but delicious enough, so it will probably be fine.

"Yes. You're on a daily basis. It's a fish wheel yaki called Shake today, okay? And it's Sunday, so what do we do with the soup?

Hearing the words of service, watching a family of civilians rejoice in their faces for a moment, Krause wonders if it was also any good.

"Of course, all in Tunzil, please. And bread."

"Soon. I beg you right away!

I guess something special happened to the couple smiling and returning words to Cacca and the happy children.

"Yes, please wait a moment"

The servant's daughter nodded at the two words and walked to the kitchen, which would be in the back.

"… and what kind of dish are Tonzil and the others?"

When Klause asks, who has learned to be interested in how it is, the children answer.

"It's an amazing soup that only comes out here once in a while. There's a lot of meat and vegetables in there."

"I don't care how much! There's always a lot of them!

The two spinning the word have a smile no different.

"Right. Then let's hope. So, what kind of dish is Wheelyaki?

To the words, for once, but Klause also decided to wait in anticipation.

"... I don't know"

"Daily, maybe the one I've never eaten"

"... right"

... I even remembered a little anxiety.

I don't know if I know the inside of such a Krause, or the daughter of a servant brings the dish.

"Thank you for waiting. I brought you today's daily wheelyaki, bread, and then tonzil."

My paying daughter quickly arranges the dishes in front of the Krauses.

Greasy pork meat and countless vegetables are added, brown soup that strikes the belly directly.

A brown bread that returns the light pouring from the ceiling as if it were freshly baked and glossy.

And a split yellow fruit and silver chunk served on a platter of pure white in front of you.

"You can't eat this silver color of wheelyaki, so peel it like this and eat it"

When Klause is wondering, the daughter of the servant peels off a silver chunk in front of her.

Apparently this silver thing is like a thin piece of paper and can be easily opened.

"And the master said that this wheelyaki would have lemon juice and shoyu, so try it if you like. All right, take your time."

The moment he opened the silver envelope, the scent of fragrant butter drifted from the wheelyaki, and Krause accidentally drank a cockroach and spit

The contents of the open wrap are fillets of fish, thinly chopped and coloured by oraniers and caruts laid below, mushrooms placed on top. The pink body and the fish with the silver skin were things I had never even seen in Krause.

(Is this a sea fish...? Is this what's on the periphery?

Krause is heartily surprised by the shades of fish he has never seen in familiar river fish.

In this country, where the sea is far away, the fish of the sea are luxury goods.

Especially since red fish need magic to carry perishably as much as fat is on board, they are rarely even a substitute for the royal palace.

"... then"

A family who had cooked in front of them and were desperately patient even as they ate...... the kids were getting their hands slapped by their mothers as they tried to get their hands on them, looking at them, re-minded Krause decides to grab a knife and a fork and eat them.

Cut elegantly into large bites and stab them in a fork with the oranier.

When lifted, the golden butter drips down the plate, giving the smell of unscented fish.

Carry it to your mouth and eat it as you inhale its scent.

"... delicious"

Word leaked unexpectedly.

Flavor of bright fish overflowing from fat ridden fish as well as it looks. There was no smell of rotten fish, but only a taste different from meat.

Fish finished with exquisite additions and subtractions that are neither too passing fire nor raw burning are soft with enough water.

And it is the flavour of butter that would have been used to flavour this fish that enhances its flavour.

(I didn't know fish meat and butter would go so well... no, it's only because of this fat strength)

The fat and butter of the fish, the two different kinds of fats, were pulled together without killing each other.

The hint and flavor of salty butter appetite the pink fish meat responds to that appetite.

(I see, the accompanying vegetables do not escape this flavour!

And to oraniers and caruts, mushrooms, supposedly roasted with wheelyaki.

It also had another great flavor.

They all inhaled enough flavors overflowing from fish and butter to have a firm dwelling in flavors that just weren't found in oraniers and mushrooms.

(Speaking of which, you also said eat with lemon juice and shoyu)

After a moment of indulgence, Krause recalls the words of his earlier service.

A lemon would be this yellow fruit.

"I'm sorry, but which one is Shaw and the others?

Ask a family of civilians who suddenly eat around bread and soup, whilst putting on a hit that what is a show is probably one of the bottles arranged on the table.

"Ah... this blue one is Shoyu"

The only motherly woman who responded to Krause's words softly gives Krause a blue bottle.

"Hmmm......"

But Krause is also obsessed with indulging in the dishes in front of her and doesn't care.

Sprinkle the shoyu from the received blue bottle, squeezing the yellow fruit and sprinkling.

(Doesn't look very good...)

I mouth the wheelyaki again and keep an eye out, even though I am just a little anxious even though the black water from the blue bottle overflowed the food that I don't really see.

(Holy shit! Isn't this rather mandatory!

The acidity of lemon juice tightens the flavor, and the salt air of black water enhances the taste of the fish.

There are signs that both additions and subtractions of quantity would damage the taste, but even if they were not mistaken, they were literally producing a different flavor, both flavor and lid.

"Oh, that was delicious"

After eating all the wheelyaki, Klause was satisfied.

Mouth the soup you weren't satisfied with and hands on...... surprised again.

(Holy shit!? Isn't this soup fantastic too!?

Countless vegetables and fatty pork meats, then flavors of butter and distinctive aromas of seasoning.

The soup in which these were united was no less great than the wheelyaki that I had just eaten.

(How the hell can bread do this!?

Besides, the bread was also such a fine white bread that even Klause had never eaten it, which was so soft and at the same time slightly sweet that it was unlikely to belong to the world.

A civilian man shouts out as if he had forgotten his presence before Krause, who is surprised by the bread and soup.

"Bread and soup, bring me a replacement! That's not enough at all!

"Ah, me too!

"Me too!

"Ask for a Atashi, too!

Oh, my God, they don't care how much this bread and soup you eat.

"Me, too, please!

Krause is also behaving badly and shouting out loud so that the words rush him.

"Yes! I'll have it with me right now!

To the words, the daughter of the servant, who was a little far away, returned the words energetically.

"You took care of me. Hellman, Ellen"

"No, I don't!

"That's right! No, of course not!

Back home, just relaxing, the knights of the escort finally found Krause rushed.

At first, there were some dangerous occasions when the sword was about to be unleashed, but Klause was to return to her apartment without Klause.

"I'll let you deliver the thank-you later. Looking forward to it."

That's how Krause smiles at Herman and Ellen, lying flat, and mouths such promises.

... Later, a brand new axe with no rust was delivered to Hellman, and what will be a great surprise is a little further.