Himajin, Maou no Sugata de Isekai e Tokidoki Cheat na burari Tabi

"What's the culinary system of the most popular store in this neighborhood?

"What types of alcohol do you get out often?

"What's the recent epidemic?"

"Is the temperature in this city constant?"

'What are the main professions of the working man?

"What kind of guests come to this neighborhood?

"Who are people coming to the store in what outfit?

'Say you look out for profits. I want to be able to pay at least. What was the last time you traded?

"What does Mr. Misty look like in customer service?

"What the atmosphere was like in the store"

"How long will guests stay from coming to leaving the store?"

Ask her all of them.

Everything, yes, everything is necessary information.

At the very least, no, this is still research with enough holes though.

If it's true, it's all I need to collect on my own feet, but I don't have time right now.

Let me go fast. The point is, we should develop Pak and lower the price.

Actually, it's easy, the very act of taking away guests in an already overflowing neighborhood.

But the fold, but the relationship doesn't make it good.

But... I'm sorry, but I don't know the future of this store.

That's fine if we talk about it. If the guests are coming, that's fine.

"Uh... well, there are a lot of freedom knights and their escorted merchants around here, finally people working outside. The shop I used to work in was quite popular, and many customers came every night..."

"That's convenient. What kind of booze and food was out there?

"Hmmm...... hey"

Mr. Misty puts his hand on his chin with a slightly troubled look on his face.

Is it because she has, in a sense, the title 'Widow' that makes me feel strangely colourful?

Mismatches, dull blonde hair and blue eyes, are likely to attract attention for a moment.

... At a time like this, it would be helpful to have Reis in two ways.

When she's on her side, it can't happen to look at other women first.

And because her arms will undoubtedly be showcased in running these stores.

"Well... there have been a lot of seafood dishes out here lately. Also, I think the overall flavor of the store I was in was thick. I don't think you can beat the taste of alcohol."

"I see. So there was a lot of alcohol out there around the white wine?

"Though that was out there too...... maybe it's a bit popular lately to say something mixed? It's fashionable to mix and drink all kinds of fruit juice, syrup and ice."

What a cocktail boom!?

Hahaha...... this guy, this guy is good!

Cocktails were once conceived as a secret, secret weapon and asset in the store.

I mean... just because you know a lot of good recipes, it's overwhelmingly advantageous.

Hmmm... if there is a recipe, will it work in your favor after that?

Then the first step is to buy out the ingredients.

Amusing how this one looks, I decided to leave the store to her to laugh quietly with Couscous and take her to the market where she was taught.

This time period was surrounded by enthusiasm unlike this city, which had an elegant image somewhere, whether it was because people from other shops or from the general household would also visit the ingredients to buy them out.

A curse I hear from time to time in the voice of a flying attraction. The hustle and bustle is like the morning market in the fishing port, which distracts me from this feeling.

Moving on to the market in search of seafood based ingredients that are recently fashionable in the air that is going to get a little uplifted, is it the smell of Iso in the nostrils, or the scent characteristic of something in the ocean is carried?

Apparently, the stores dealing with seafood were packed together by the soot in the market, and behind them, there was a large waterway about three meters wide.

Well, now, this city is inland a long way from the sea, but what kind of ingredients are available?

There's probably more to it than just the great river that runs from sea to here.

"Mm... well, if you freeze it with ice magic, it won't drop in freshness... only this world's refrigeration technology is completely beyond Japan, huh?"

Oh, my God. Don't all the fish lined up have beautiful eyes on this?

The oft-said phrase 'eyes like dead fish' apparently doesn't work in this world.

Body surface sparkling little fish, large fish with pinned fins, and a pheasant that I can call big enough, although not as big as what I caught.

... would make my eyes shine if Lace were here.

"But... don't give me a pretty good price, none of this"

On the other hand, is the total quantity more limited than it is carried by ship?

Perhaps the country is purchasing in a significantly larger freighter rather than in an individual's shopping unit.

Therefore, should we see that we cannot increase the volume of imports on our own initiative?

Hmm... Speaking of which, I don't think I found a fishing boat in that harbour town.

Is fishing at sea also controlled by the State?

"I can afford it on a budget... but I'd love to be cheaper if I could... I can't help it"

I know in my head that I'm free to do it, but I really want the benefit.

And my little pride shows a sense of refusal to succeed just by chasing back in the same genre as the others.

Fortunately... this market seems indifferent when it comes to fish alla and built-in.

Shrimp and crab shells are said to be sold, but they are piled up where heads, tails, built-in and bones are off the sales floor in fine.

Could you give this guy away cheap?

"I'm sorry. I'd like to ask you something."

"... so, this is the one I bought... the rest of the mountain for sale?

"Is it oversold or less than a product? No, no, because this is a fine ingredient, too. We've enriched other seasonings and vegetables with floating money for that matter, and you can increase the menu width."

"Are you sure...? I said you can do whatever you want, but giving the customer something strange..."

"Well, wait a minute"

Mr. Misty looks anxious when he sees the ingredients loaded on the trolley this one pulls back.

Well, then yes. Head to tail, built-in stuff filled with buckets, if someone you don't know sees it, they'll just look like raw garbage collectors.

It's okay, because this is all beautiful. I didn't fish from the trash, because I just got a cheap transfer of exactly what I just gave away.

"Sonjama... Ajillo with Kajiki's heart and Ario Aurio with squid walnuts... let's even make fried tomato and octopus sucker garlic"

All in all, it fits the wine. Would you like the inhabitants of this city to accept it, or would you like Mr. Misty to taste it first as a litmus stone?

At the beginning, gently sprinkle the salt on the heart that the owner of the store, who was wearing the rhinoceros, told him to give it to him.

It's basic when using built-in areas and alas in fish dishes, but this is how salt leaves off odourous moisture on the surface of ingredients.

Along with the other ingredients, salt and leave, pour hot water there and rinse off the surface.

Of course, these narratives are being explained to Mr Misty, who looks at them strangely.

Says she's devastated because she seems to have a taste for flavoring, and she can do fine work and cooking aid?

"You even salt it, though I know you let it creep into hot water. … I wonder if that's the part where you can do it."

"Well, you will. But, well, all the stuff from that market is good freshness, and you don't seem to have to do that with that in mind."

The heart should be exposed to genuine water if it can be used, but perhaps with this freshness it will be fine.

Cut into easy-to-eat sizes.

Well, later I'm going to make it a familiar Ajillo... Olive oil was quite a price when I was in Japan, wasn't it?

I didn't know you could get it at a reasonable price with salad oil.

If you ask me, on the southern side of the continent, on the republican side, olive cultivation flourished or something.

I say wine is a specialty too, and you're starting to look forward to going to the other side.

Okay, well, let's make the rest while we're warming up the oil, shall we?

"... that's a hell of a job. I wonder why you're not crazy when you're looking at me and you're talking to me."

"I'm used to it. I'm used to it. This is what happens if you do it for over an hour or so every day for years"

"Jiu, I “ Hour!? In what harsh circumstances... Kai, were you a slave or something? Well, don't push it, I don't want to remind you of the hard stuff."

"... hahahaha"

I got a dry laugh because Mr Misty refers precisely to the current situation of the workers in that country.

"Now we've got a built-in squid."

"That's not exactly the area to throw it away anymore... it's not going to change where you sprinkle the salt, is it?

"But which way. Well, look at that."

Now add more olive oil and garlic to the frying pan and smash and throw down the down-treated squid halibut where the fragrance has been transferred over low heat.

It collapses while stir-frying, and gradually emulsifies in conjunction with the oil and observes it change into a sauce.

Then add a small amount of pasta broth, salt and pepper, and a small amount of parsley, which Mr. Misty boiled first, and add the pasta when it is ready to taste.

"Ho... ho... this is how you get away from the stove and tangle the sauce so you don't put any more fire through it. You can swing a nave, right?

"... I can't flip that amount at once."

"Then let's get used to it. Then I'll be ready to serve."

What I could do was tangled pasta with a sauce that was slightly orange.

The aroma of garlic and the intense flavor of squid seem to bully this stomach out even though it is a prototype with little utensils in it.

I couldn't help but slip my throat myself.

If you want to serve it to the store, you can even fry squid gesso or petite tomatoes with it.

"... Smells good, awesome.... built-in, right?"

"Well, if it doesn't taste good, I'll bother you then."

Again, it may be unacceptable for Mr. Elf, the forest people, to use these sea creatures, which also always use areas to discard them.

Well, in her case, I guess I'm disgusted because I saw the ingredients and how they're made up close...

It's hard, isn't it? Even I would refuse if some mountain dweller suddenly sent me out to eat bugs.

However, this is just called the other part of what I eat all the time, and I don't think it's that much of a get-together...

"... okay. One bite... just one bite"

Horrible, she tries to hook it up to the tip of the fork and lifts a small amount of pasta.

Lightly tinted lips open slowly and small, and suck in Churn and one of his pastas as if to momentum.

Looking at it, Ajillo, another dish, also takes it down from the fire and puts it before her.

Well... shall we finish the last dish then?

"Mr. Misty, did you taste edible -?

When I looked at her as I looked down, I was just staring at the remaining pasta on the plate, with an unchanged posture from the last I saw.

Hmm, at least it doesn't seem to taste bad.

Okay, well, let's smash the octopus sucker into pieces.

That's when I heard the sound of pasta that was even fierce momentum in my ears.

Hearing that sound, he giggles damned as he heads to the suction cup alone.

... Fallen, he said.