Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Hey, come here, come here.

That's how Mr. Elf invites me to go to the back of the ancient private house.

The house where I spent my childhood was stained with unique smells, and I miss the stiffness and the sounding corridors, the snug stretches of shadows in the evening and the everywhere.

The black cat, who walked softly, was completely at home, pointing his face toward this side. After a short walk, the walk between the elves and the black cat stops in front of an impudent door.

"... what's going on here?

"Shit, keep your voice down. I think we're here."

I wonder what we have here?

Elves and black cats looking up at this one with a serious face, like on a mission (mission). And I looked at the old door, and there was something floating.

"Ahhh...... Then we have to be quiet. I'd like to open it for you, but you're an adult, so you might be hiding."

"I guess not. I said I found it because of you."

It would be the influence of a certain story to have a soggy face. Behind the ancient folk houses is a strange creature, and one that made the story fascinating.

Push your index finger to the tip of the girl's nose in tears.

"You two would be fine. They're not really kids, but they're actually not that smart either. Open it quietly."

While traveling, he apparently made up his mind.

When he snorts, he puts his hand on the door and opens it so that he doesn't make a sound softly. It was the dark storage that made the sound of spots and dust and appeared.

I'll push their disappointed backs and let them into the storage. Then he crouched, his face close and whispered to tell him all the secrets.

"Well, if there's a secret passage here, would you be interested?

"Oh, there is! Liar, where is it?

A curiosity inspired face in just one word.

The two had an intriguing look on their faces, and they stepped on the spot unexpectedly.

Their adventure began when I told them to do their best.

Open the shelves, peek into the pussy, and then finally the cat growls. When the girl looked back, there was a cat above the staircase.

The girl looked back at me wondering if I could ride, and I said, "Go ahead."

They used to make houses like this. A staircase was prepared for the road leading to the back of the ceiling.

They gently open the hidden doors and stick their heads behind the dark ceiling.

"Don't be alarmed, Uridra. I'm sure he's here... Wow!

In a hurry, the two pull their heads in from behind the ceiling, and the door to the back of the ceiling can be closed properly after the delay. If you look up to see if something is wrong, the sound of a rush will echo in the ceiling. Ha, well, I guess he was also a rat. Or an incredible creature that can be seen only by children.

"Hey, something's up! But I can't go anymore because I'm afraid. If this happens... Cat, you're the only one I can count on."

The black cat shook his head with momentum and jittered to escape the girl's hand. As I was exploring like that, my grandfather's voice echoed as he notified me of dinner.

"Yeah, you don't have a choice. Let's get it back out in the bright hours when this happens. Strategic retreat."

Kokuri and the two snort, then reply cheerfully, "Ha-ha-ha".

Hey, as always, Marie and I thought it was busy and fun, and we decided to make a strategic retreat. It would be better to go out for dinner or something rather.

Well, the meals behaved in the countryside are superb from the looks of them.

On top of the stove is a pot of earth, which is simmered in a warm light.

Kelp, and squeeze out plenty of dashi with ala, and remove around the area where the oil floats.

Arrange the cabbage, spring onions, tofu and shiitake, and set aside the miso when it has creaked. And blurring directly off the slab is...

"That, white child on the fillet? It shouldn't be seasonal right now..."

When asked, his grandfather gave him a loving look. As strange as ever, the other ingredient that was put in was even more surprising.

This material is slightly more coloured than white and has lots of collagen lighting......

"Sea foie gras, liver like that. It gets deeper without the taste of juice. That's Mariabelle's face. That's the first time you've seen a pot."

"No. I've had pots... but I've never had fish before. 'Cause it must smell, right?

He leaves a dull, wrinkly face and returns to the kitchen. In the meantime, the pot also makes a noise, and the living room is wrapped in the fluffy scent of miso.

"Ichiro, what about booze? I got one for you."

"Oh, I'll have it. Is it sake?"

When he helps with chopsticks and chopsticks and other meals, his grandfather puts rice balls and sake in his snacks. Marie and the black cat rounded their eyes when they saw it.

"Wah, a beautiful pink bottle. And there's a cherry blossom picture."

"I thought there was going to be a kid who could drink. That, if you're an outsider, is alcohol okay?

Come on, Ri......

When Marie nodded, Wa gave a pleasant laugh. Then he stroked his gray head, and then placed three cups on the tabletop.

Each one sits down to his seat and the bourne and clock ring as he flips the pot ingredients. Apparently, it's almost past 7: 00.

"I don't care about the details just today. This is a lady's drink, and I was thinking we could spare it together."

"Oh, some of them are so stylish. Is it for tourists?

In particular, clear sake will be poured, shall we have a sip before meals?

Put it on your tongue to lick, and slip it through your throat. What I thought was that it was easy to drink for sake, so it has a similar aftertaste to fruit?

If you look at it, the elf girl also had her eyes rounded to a fruity taste.

"Wow, it warms me up from my throat to my stomach. A lot easier to drink."

His grandfather laughed, and just then the pan seemed to be eating away. There are plenty of utensils on board, and a voice echoes into the living room that you will have them.

He grabs it with rough chopsticks and throws it into the girl's mouth. Though I knew, surely this would surprise you.

"Uhhhhh! Melt...... Huh!

Whatever. Sea foie gras, liver like that. It melts all at once and the fine flavor spreads all over your mouth. Speaking of punchy flavors, should I?

It conveys the flavors of an aromatic sea even though it is a mellow tongue, such as white seeds with its sauce involved.

I couldn't help but say, "Ugh!" and I can't move after swallowing it for a while.

"Yum... Huh! Yeah, that's all I can say anymore. Huh, fish? I wonder why the fish taste so complicated."

Girl's chopsticks go on to make sure they taste something like that.

It doesn't even make sense to be popular, but it also looks like it's swallowed up by the taste. Miso and dashi stained cabbage, flaky teeth and delicate aromas, and after enjoying them, sake washes off nicely.

"Hey, Kazhiho. I wonder why you can't get tired of the taste when you're eating the same thing."

"The good thing about the pan is that over time, the taste will deepen. So you can enjoy it until it's empty."

Rinse the juice with the tin and exhale hot in an attempt to chew. He couldn't wait to hit that tongue drum, and his grandfather had a full grin.

Honest Marie conveys joy and sorrow as it is, so I'm willing to enjoy the flavor until I see it. Being slapped on the bread and shoulder could have meant "you found a good boy". There is something that goes without words, and we laugh naturally.

"What, you still don't remember Ichiro's name when he said he seemed to be dating for a long time"

"Uh, Kazhiho, isn't it?

While dyeing her cheeks with sake, Kisho opens her eyes.

Chichi and Grandpa waved their fingers and were corrected as "no, hiro," and the girl's suspicious eyes pointed this way.... Oh, speaking of which, I totally forgot.

"Yeah, wrong name setting. The truth is, Hiroshi Kazuhiro."

"You, you misnamed yourself!? Hey, I'm not ashamed I've been calling you wrong all this time."

I got pulled off my sleeve, but I got half hugged because I was drunk with sake. I was whispered if you were listening, and when I could put my jaw on my shoulder... it's a lot closer, Mr. Mariabel.

"Hey, what do you want me to call you, Ichiro?"

Its voice, which trembles the tympanic membrane, is also glossy as it tries to melt the cerebromedulla.

My body with fever, a slightly scented alcohol, and my thick eyes are going to get drunk up to me when I can point them straight.

"Ah, tangled Uedo. Ah. Good for you, Ichiro. I was caught by Mr. Lailai."

"I knew you hadn't heard. I'll have plenty of cheeks later, Ichiro."

Yes, it's been a long time since I've sweated. Anyway, the two of them are several times my age, and when they get tangled from left to right, they're good.

One black cat was eating the small pieces of rice and his eyes were so narrow that he seemed to laugh.

Surrounded by an irresistible treat, she meets her hissing raised parents, and the old living room has a long laugh.

The black cat, disciplined back and forth between eating and drinking, seems to have invited another big laugh.