The Too Many Summonings from Japan Have Caused the Goddess to Flip Out

Dwarf Kingdom.

Situated in the western part of the continent, this kingdom lies largely beneath the mountain ranges, and there are many human entrances and exits from other countries, such as merchants and adventurers, because they can travel safely without crossing mountain paths.

The Dwarf kingdom, a country with so many people in and out, but on the other hand, none of the people who settle in this country are there.

Because this country, as the name suggests, is the country of the Dwarves, and it is more difficult than dragon extermination for them to be recognized as companions and welcomed as citizens.

A human being, officially recognized as a people, recently appeared in such a Dwarf kingdom.

His name is Sono Jouzou. In the Dwarf kingdom where all sorts of ingredients and dishes come together, "Because that's not what you eat!?" or "Too much demon modification to fasten the prototype!? He is a cook like a Japanese sample who keeps producing dishes that are said to be".

Streets east of the Dwarf kingdom. Its restaurant is located at the entrance to the street leading to the great country of Fitzgard.

"Hey, store owner! It's your turn! Lots of them!

"Yes, I'm home!

Sometimes underground, small wooden shops are rare in Dwarf kingdoms with many stone buildings. Waving a pot in the kitchen of that shop, which is busy at noon and many dwarves, is a man who looks like he's about thirty miles away.

He is a gentle-faced man who feels like he has no features, but the look on his face now that he is waving the pan is serious itself.

"Hello, Jouzou. I came as promised."

A young woman can be heard by such a busy looking juzo.

"Oh, Mr. Burra? Welcome."

If Mr. Jouzou turns his gaze, there's one little woman there looking at this one with her hands on the counter and her back stretched out.

A Dwarf woman named Bhara. She's the carpenter's daughter that Mr. Jouzou took care of as he opened this store.

"Now that I still have a lot of customers, will you wait a minute? I'll treat you to a meal or so."

"Is that true? Then ask for the Neapolitan who made it for me in the meantime. More pig intestines."

"Certainly."

Birla laughs as two cups of flowers blossom at Mr Zhuzou, who politely replies.

Beautiful, good cook and popular with other guys, Mr. Burra. That Mr. Burra is coming to Mr. Jouzou's store because, in a way, he has been asked to do something important.

"Thank you for waiting. I'm a Neapolitan."

"Thank you. Now, why don't you let me wait while you relax and eat?"

Saying so, Mr. Burra takes the fork and takes it for a red-dyed noodle dish.

For this reason Napolitan is a totally Japanese creative dish, and if you show it to the Italians, "Where's Naples or Nen in this!?" And be careful because it makes you cling.

You can hit the pasta with ketchup. It's Japanese.

"So, what's your new dish today?

"Wait a minute, please. I'm done with the planting."

Afternoon when lunch time has passed and the guests' feet have calmed down. Mr. Jouzou starts cooking with a bitter smile at the kind of words Mr. Burra would expect sitting on the counter.

The request that Mr. Burra is receiving from Mr. Jouzou. That can be a new dish tasting to serve to the store.

Mr. Jouzou himself can be tough at cooking, and I swear I won't serve anything unsavory, but at any rate, they're from different worlds. And the vast majority are dwarves. Tastes are naturally different, and there are ingredients that are repelled due to differences in food culture.

In order to clear up those problems, Mr. Jouzou is asking Burra, one of the best people I know in the other world, to try it out because she is the best cook and trusts her tongue.

"Thank you for waiting. Gratin croquettes and curry croquettes."

That's how it came out was a croquette familiar to the Japanese.

Its former is considered a crochet of French cuisine, it's too demon-modified to be another dish already. It can be a collegiate western head.

"Gratin croquettes are somewhat predictable by name, but curry? You didn't blur last time that you wanted to make curry but not enough ingredients?

"You remember me well. No, I asked a merchant who recently became a good dealer to look for a kind of spice, but it was worth it and I could make something curry-like, but something was missing to recreate the curry I knew.

I wondered if I could use it for something if it wasn't enough, and the result of the bad fight was this curry-flavored croquette. "

"Oh, I see. Well, I've never eaten that curry before, so I can't predict the flavor when it comes to curry flavor."

A culinary head that doesn't retain the prototype. It's two curries, but in fact, curry is a generic term given by foreigners on their own to Indian stewed dishes, and a dish named Curry may not exist in India.

At last, the Japanese curry, which does not fasten its prototype, is oddly chitty because it used to eat curry with chopsticks to make it easier to eat.

I also feel it's a mismatch when you think of it as chopsticks on curry rice, but if you recognize it's a curry bowl, not curry rice, there's nothing wrong with it.

The Japanese want to put anything on the table. I can't help it.

"Now the gratin croquette... yeah, this fits surprisingly. But do I prefer a darker flavor?

"I used Gratin as is the recipe. Should I still change it to fit my croquette"

"No, it's delicious enough. The intensity of the flavor is my preferred story, and it would take a lot of work if I made it by gratin for croquettes. I'm doing this shop by myself, so you shouldn't have to bother."

"I see."

"And then you want more meat. Onions taste good inside too, but I knew I didn't have meat."

"Yes, sir. That's all Dwarf people do."

"That would be great. If we don't eat meat, we won't be able to help."

Mr. Barra smiles back at Mr. Jouzou, who smiles bitterly.

"Next thing you know... yeah. This is a little hard. But it's not bad spiciness."

Then when you chew the curry croquette, Mr. Burra moves your mouth to taste good.

"It doesn't taste bad... but the flavor is losing its spiciness. You should make it more flavorful and intense. Now I mean it, not my hobby."

Now Mr. Burra says with a slightly unfortunate, lacking look. You expected that, and Mr. Jouzou will return it with a lower brow.

"I knew it. No, I've tried a lot of things too, but I don't really have the balance. We don't specialize in spice blending on boulders."

"I can eat well for that. But you can't serve it at the store."

If they think it won't taste good once it's served, it's unlikely they'll ask for it again, even if it improves in the future. So it is our common understanding that we do not serve dishes that are less complete.

"Well, we'll just have to make sure of all this with our tongues and explore it one by one. Curry Rice is my destiny."

"You were blurry that rice wasn't good either. Could they have found rice close to it in my hometown?"

"That's not yet. They say new varieties of rice are being grown in Keros, so do you expect that?"

In fact, it may be rice from my hometown that is grown in that cheros, but Mr. Jouzou, who is only a single cook on the boulder, doesn't know that much about it.

But if we keep going like this, it seems that within recent years Curry Rice, a Japanese soul food, will be recreated in different worlds.

The day is near when the Japanese gather in the Dwarf kingdom.

"Hmm. Well, I'll use the handover to look for it, too. I'd like to try a curry with an elephant in it."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Barra."

"Good. Because I like it."

That's what I laugh at. Mr. Burra's face is like the sun, full of human charm.

Oh, really, I think Mr. Jouzou is going to fall in love. What if I told Mr. Barra...

"Oops, there's a sauce on the ribbon"

- Unless you have a mustache.

"……… Mr. Burra's three-knit beard is stylish, isn't it?"

"Suddenly what? You can light it up."

Saying so, Mr. Burra is a maiden stroking a mustache stretched under her chin. Without a mustache.

The other world is still peaceful today.