The Other World Dining Hall

The Alfaid Chamber of Commerce is a chamber of commerce originally born in the Kingdom, one of the largest powers in the eastern continent.

Though history itself is about hundreds of years old, until only a few decades ago it was a chamber of commerce that traded wheat that came up fine from each territory in a corner of the kingdom, the predecessor Alfaid Chamber of Commerce owner, Thomas-Alfaid, was a genius. Raised instantly in decades to one of the kingdom's finest grand chambers of commerce, he guided the plot so that when he decided to retire himself, his strife in brothers and sisters would not anger him.

At the same time as conceding the kingdom's Alphaid Chamber of Commerce to their oldest son, they showed comparable spicy arms within the Chamber of Commerce… they decided to entrust the second and oldest daughters, who were contending that each other would be the next winner, with the branches of the Imperial Capital and the Duchy's Capital, which they had created with a great deal of money, and put them out of their home, the kingdom's Alphaid Chamber of Commerce.

The Alfeid Chamber of Commerce, which was formerly only one in the Wang capital, was to be divided into three branches: the Duchy, which had a long history and tradition, and the branch of the Empire, which continued to leapfrog with tremendous momentum, and the Alfeid Chamber of Commerce, whose inheritance dispute itself disappeared, gained stability.

... in exchange for a strong sense of rivalry that 'the Alphaid Chamber of Commerce of my own reign is the true Alphaid Chamber of Commerce'.

And now the Alfaid Chamber of Commerce Imperial Branch was about to take one turn.

One of the mansions of the aristocratic city, an empire where there are extremely few things called aristocracy for the size of the country and where nobles from other countries meet.

Linda-Alfeid, the next head of the Imperial Branch of the Alfaid Chamber of Commerce, who had been ordered by his mother to come to this mansion by himself, accidentally listened back to stories he had heard from ambassadors from other countries where the fragrance of expensive spices spread somewhat.

"Ko, cooking with rice, is it?

Ambassadors from other countries to confirm Linda… The brown-skinned ambassador nods that he comes from a desert country on a far west continent.

"Goodbye. This is a serious secret of our country… His Highness the Prince of our kingdom, the Prince of Sharif, is due to visit this city soon"

The look and voice are firmly tight thinking about the future.

Linda unwittingly solidifies herself to the word, becoming a system of listening in detail and listening in detail.

Anything. Now, in the land of sand and in the empire, they say a very serious story is underway.

That is a story that is not an exaggeration when it comes to determining the future of sandy nations and empires, and was judged to be beyond the reach of one nation's ambassadors.

Therefore, from his native land, the land of sand, he was visited by the King Prince on behalf of the King, who was to be discussed directly between His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire and the King Prince of the land of sand.

"In principle, His Highness Sharif will be spent in the Imperial Palace, eating the dishes of the Empire. But with all the imperial cuisine comes boredom, and even during the day an empire as cold as a desert night is a somewhat harsh environment for the people of our sandy kingdom. There..."

"Make dishes that remind me of the land of sand, that's what you mean"

Linda and I are the next principals to have a large merchant who was waving her hot arms at the Grand Chamber of Commerce.

From what I've told you so far, I knew what I was being asked for.

"Mm-hmm. I heard you guys know how to cook seafood. If it were, we could cook in our country... it would have been quicker to get the cook out of there."

After a word crunch with the potpourri, he regains his mind and the ambassador rings the bell at hand, raising his voice, which often passes.

"Aisha! Aisha! Come."

In response to that word, one girl creeps in.

(heh... this is inside)

When I was a year, would I be two or three years younger than Linda? A young girl, who would be the ambassador's daughter, comes in with a butler, who would be an imperial.

It wraps around a white based dress, with a lot of fabric with an emphasis on imperial-style cold protection, but pitch-black hair and eyes, then brown skin, often showed that she was out of the land of sand.

"Show these customers around. Surely it would have been today, wouldn't it?

"Yes, indeed, today is Doyo Day. Father."

After having a conversation with Linda that doesn't make sense, Aisha turns around and says:

"If you don't mind, how about we dine together? … I would also like to explain the dishes served to His Highness the Sharif."

"Ha, ha. Well, thank you very much."

Linda nods as she feels something strange about the words.

"Great... I'll be there. Alfred."

"Yes, ma'am."

So satisfied with Linda, who nodded, Aisha nodded back and said the words to Alfred, who refrained beside him.

"So can you follow me? Linda."

"Yes, I will serve you"

And Ayesha prompted Linda to leave the mansion with Ayesha.

Under the cold skies, Linda walks with a white breath.

"Are you all right? Dear Aisha, isn't it cold?"

Walking down the road, Linda asks Aisha, who walks beside him with an apparently deacon boy named Alfred.

Even on the eastern continent, the imperial capital, located to the north, is particularly cold this season.

I thought the opposite was true for sandy country-born things that were hot all year round.

"Yeah, I've lived here for over a year, so I'm used to it."

But Aisha, firmly dressed in a white fur coat, shrugs her shoulders.

Aisha was used to it. While visiting 'That Place' many times throughout the year.

"Yes, I got it. Right here."

Then, as usual, he reaches a narrow back alley, and Aisha turns back to Linda, reassured only a little inside that there are proper black doors without being used for halflings.

"Why is there a door in there...?

Take Linda's hand watching over the wonder of the Potsung and the door standing in the back alley.

"Let's go. First, I want you to eat it too, and I'll tell you what kind of food is good."

That being said, Aisha takes Linda's hand and knocks at the door that Alfred opens with respect.

Chillin 'Chillin' and hearing a light bell, the two of them knocked at the door, and then Patali and the door closed after Alfred then knocked at the door.

The moment she knocks at the door, Linda feels the surrounding air warm and then looks out for demons and humans eating around the table in each of them.

"... Um, Master Ayesha. What the hell is this place?"

"It's the dining room. of the other world."

"Yes, the other world?

Aisha continues her words, laughing remembering the first time she brought her own father here to that reaction.

"Yeah. A restaurant in a different world than the one we live in. I would like you to prepare your royal dishes with reference to the food here."

Having such a conversation, the girl at work who apparently noticed the visitor comes near the three of them and greets them with gratitude.

"Welcome. Welcome to Yoshok's Nekoya. I'll show you to your seat. And can I take care of your meal, if you like?

I guess it's because I saw the two of them wearing thick coats unsuitable for eating food.

The girl at work offers to keep the coat.

"Right. I'm begging you. And Linda."

"... Yes. Right."

Linda was heartily surprised by the way she looked as she was urged by Aisha to give her coat to the girl at work.

(... I've hardly even seen such a beautiful demon tribe in the Devil's Capital)

At one point, the experience that comes from my mother's order to spend several years looking around the major cities of the eastern continent enlightens the abnormality of the girl in front of me.

With black horns peering between rich, well-maintained blondes, there is no doubt that the girl in front of her is a demon tribe.

Demons are not uncommon in empires where they are said to have joined hands with demons long ago to open up their present country.

Especially so much so that there are more demons than humans, such as the Demon Capital, the second largest city in the empire where the 'Demon King' clan rules the city on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor.

But Linda had never seen it before, such as the demon clan being well maintained in her hair and skin like the noble daughter of Wang Du.

(Plus that costume...... it's odd but the fabric quality is too good)

The clothes worn were also strange. The design was too far from Linda's common sense, if you believe what Ayesha says, it's from another world. But the quality of the clothes is very high.

Almost as new as new, yet apparently made of fine cotton spinning, its cloth was so fine that sewing was unparalleled to varying degrees.

Around that, normally tailored, clothes that are undoubtedly going to cost the common people about a year's worth of living are worn to the service of a single demon tribe, the lord of this store is probably the owner of a fairly insane sensibility.

"Come on, this way, please"

Linda sits in her seat, learning from Ayesha and the others as she thinks about it.

In all likelihood, there is only one aristocratic daughter of the land of sand sitting drinking something floating white in the tea, known as Kaffa, which the people of the land of sand prefer to drink, and she looks like she is waiting for someone.

"So, shall I bring you a menu?

"No. I was going to ask for shrimp doria today, fine. Shrimp Doria for three, please. I might ask for a lot later, but for now, that's it."

That's how Linda figured it out. Aisha just finishes the order.

There's no way that Linda would know the dishes in this store, the dishes from different worlds that she would like to have cooked over there.

"Yes, please wait a moment"

I take Aisha's order, and I go tell the kitchen where the paying daughter seems to be in the back about the order.

"... So what is Shrimp Doria, a dish made with rice?

After finishing the whole order, Linda asks Aisha.

What I was asked to do is cook with rice, a meal invited after that, which is also a dish served in a restaurant in another world if the girl in front of me is right.

I knew right away that it was likely if I connected it and thought about it.

"That's right. Besides, I can't eat first in Imperial Capital, but I thought you guys would be able to make delicious dishes."

And Ayesha, on the other hand, moaned again at Linda's inquiry.

Then, when we're having an unusual conversation, the girl who served earlier carries the dish.

"Thank you for waiting. I brought you shrimp doria."

I softly cook in front of the three of them with a hand I'm used to saying that.

I think I just got it out of the oven with one eye. It was making noises about bumps and stuff on thick ceramic plates.

Underneath which the brown scorch spreads like a pattern, the slightly yellowish white is filled, and something pink is hidden between them.

(Oh, could this be... cheese and knight sauce?

Well, I soon found out who I was other than the pink one.

The sauce of the knight is a familiar sauce in the Imperial Branch, as it has become a cut-off in building up its present status in the Alfaid Chamber of Commerce and goes well with the fruits of Danshak, which are commonly eaten in the Empire.

Sure, it's for our shop.

Though the source of knights is gradually spreading in the empire, the Alfaid Chamber of Commerce has a day long for its use.

I wonder if that's why I was chosen, take a bite... out of line.

(Shh!? This...)

The flavour was half as expected, and at the same time a flavour that greatly betrayed expectations.

Knight's sauce with melted burnt cheese aroma and a hint of sweetness. Above is scattered crushed breadcrumbs used, for example, when making croquettes in the Empire, giving it a unique fragrance.

Then a fine, soft grain, laid down below...... this would be rice. It is sweet and delicious to chew on.

Not so far.

But the part that exchanges the backbone of this shrimp doria, that was unexpected.

(Shripe!?

When he looks at Aisha unexpectedly with surprise, Aisha responds softly.

"You guys have the technology to carry it without spoiling it, right?

To the words, Linda understands why she was asked to do it again.

Shripe is an extremely perishable sea creature. It is not the first ingredient to go inland because it is a substitute that will almost certainly belly down on emitting a stench when rotting, but at the same time it is quite delicious, so it is also an ingredient that is routinely well eaten in coastal cities where you don't have to worry about its rotting.

(... I see you're asking us to carry the shripe this far)

There is also no means of transporting Shripe to the imperial capital in the middle of the interior. As much as the magic of preservation can be used, it becomes a very expensive ingredient because we have to hire a good skilled magician, but we can certainly not do so without using the connections of the Alphaid Chamber of Commerce, which has originally developed as a chamber of commerce dealing with ingredients in Wangdu.

(Without the shripe... No, I can't. Without this, at least 'shrimp doria' won't be made)

Taste it again, I notice.

The star of this shrimp doria is definitely this shrimp.

Pink shrimp the size of a fingertip was also an ingredient to be described as a lump of flavor.

A juice filled with shrimp flavor that bites and overflows every time the meat cuts plumply over your teeth.

It went perfectly well with the soft sweetness of the knight's sauce, making it a deserving flavor to call a treat when eaten with plenty of sauce intertwined.

In addition, the rice that has been inhaled with plenty of the flavor of those sauces and shrimps is also delicious, and this one exhales the flavor of being conceived when it is chewed.

those rice and, shripe, and knight's sauce and cheese.

If you carry these to your mouth at the same time, the shrimp doria is complete.

Hot shrimp Doria entertains her tongue and warms her body.

Only then did Linda taste the food, forgetting her job and not even taking it seriously.

"How'd it go?

Ayesha asks Linda, who finished eating the whole thing and exhaled satisfactorily.

"Yeah, it was delicious. Very."

After telling her in a nutshell, Linda squeezes her face and conveys the request.

"Next time, I'd like to bring our cook here, okay?

According to information gathered by the Alfaid Chamber of Commerce, inns in small countries on the border serve similar dishes.

Then an Alfaid Chamber of Commerce cook would do something about it.

… I am interested in other dishes at last. If you have as good a dish as this shrimp doria, even think that you can't miss it.

To inquire about Linda's merchant-like ambitions.

"... if you can bring me and Alfred too"

Aisha was sure to convey her demands.