"I see. Sure, it tastes rustic but delicious"
"That was good. If it's the gentle sweetness of arkel syrup, I wonder if a man would like to take it too. Oh, you might want to try making it out of all kinds of sugar so you can compare it."
In the safe zone of the border forest (Limes Fleur), a small stone house there, I am enjoying a vacation with a demonic king.
The occasional gentle breeze, accompanied by patties and arabesque cloth, creates a "peaceful” time for everlasting spring warmth.
On the day of the deadline for the promise to the brave man, as it was written in the poked tile, oh, the other side is a childhood friend, then you have no choice, and so on, the frontier of giving up spreads through me... But I can't seem to bless you with a part of my heart, if I don't elevate my thoughts where no one is for a while. I took the hand of the person who was conveniently reached out and accidentally flew to this place......
Two weeks away from Mr. Rex and the city of Lisertia.
Actually, he's a demon king, and he confesses, and he knows all kinds of world secrets, that? No way, is this, like, a kind of death flag!? and. I was terrified of war, but it's actually a peaceful thing. Quite a bit of time passed, even if I didn't think of it like that. With the shock of the Demon King more than the heartbroken pains, and thanks to these calm days, a feeling that soon passed in a sad mood.
Also, I had never seen such brilliant magic of life, but it was stuttering to have a space where no dust had fallen after the fluttering wind of unspeakable magic spread. Of course, the spider's nest over his head was gone clean and refreshing. Those are the days I'm getting nostalgic for those memories.
Dinner that day was handmade by Mr. Rex, and breakfast the next day was handmade by me. After that, if it is time for meals, it will be created from either side, and the main dish and side dishes will be shared for the price of the day. Whatever you make me do, you do it without thinking of slipping your mouth. "Have you fallen in love?" I'm going to fall in love, "chuckles Couscous. Me too, rather he is the one who is confident that we will never fall, so we end up laughing at each other without ever getting pink air.
The most memorable thing about sharing a room so far is that there was a day in the conversation that day that I could remember the past world, and I used to be a cook with my arms up. There was a day when you behaved like an ancient court dish. It seemed nostalgic to me to talk about taking a set of knives out of a familiar one-shoulder and cooking to meet the unscrupulous demands of the royal family of time and, at the time, mumbling a heated battle with an admitted rival and finally saving his conspiracy-involved rival from the worry of execution.
I can't imagine it from what it looks like right now, but the potential of people is wonderful, and geniuses like this one that bubbles over just a few years of stacking up, like hundreds or thousands of years, are sure to come into any field. Some nights I spoke fervently with a firm mouthful. I heard about it. This mind is also strangely exalted. On the other hand, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of people will live. I am relieved that this person has not been captured by the raw pain.
Nearby, in the days of the Demon King, who was Mr. Rex's predecessor. He told me how civilization was developing, a super fusion of magic and science, the SF of the previous world... Some nights I opened my eyes with amazement inside. Even if you look back in time, that era seems to have developed enough to get into five fingers. National traffic with other continents was flourishing, and what made it possible was a moving gate called the Transition Gate. It seems that the gates of time (Tempus), space-time gates (Tempacio), long-distance travel gates (Forres distancia) and times have also changed the way we call them. He said that the remnants were still in various parts of the continent, and technically, the technology was even more ancient.
The other day, you accidentally slipped your mouth and said that there were no dark elves on the side of the demonic species that would rival the Elves... There were times when he made a name for himself as a woodworker, and the man who cleverly produced the wooden frames of the windows worked without a glance, because it was not a species created by the gods. Acquired life, he said. Cold sweat just broke out about being made to smell artificial life forms (homunculus). Something called a marine species is similar. With a body that I finally realized after I shut up, I smiled, "But the gods would love them equally, too, wouldn't they? Otherwise the seeds will not be given the kind of benefit that lasts.... Well, don't be depressed. Those were accepted by the Spirit King of Time as a pan system". El Fione will be against it, so there's nothing to worry about. Throw it here silently as if that's what you're saying.
"There is no one in this world who is not loved by a goddess"
One day, it was for the record that I remembered a little, nostalgic, childhood friend who proclaimed a similar line.
In this way, sometimes the secrets of the world are added, and there are days that come to mind at night. Each of us decorated the day, the day and all over the house so as to make each simple house of stone more habitable when we laid out a room to sleep in. The purchase I was thinking of decorating somewhere someday, a large cloth with an Arcian Arabesque pattern, is rocking in one window as a curtain in this house.
And in return for telling me so many stories... well, in return, it's not much of a way of saying it. As one relationship, I could not say very much to the brave, but whined to Mr. Rex about me being a reincarnation from the other world through those days.
Exactly the game… I couldn't speak of it, but there are creations like the demon king coming out, the country I lived in was a peaceful country, and some people had what seemed like a special hobby, but people who preferred such creations generally seemed to have begun to gain citizenship, too. Apparently, the demon king was quite interested in a civilization dominated by power, not magic. The age of the mechanical tower where the demonic mind was sealed, I thought. The discomfort I had… or, as it explains the discomfort, those were times when the relics of scholars from the pre-demonic era were activated at the whim of the gods and, as a result, everything that magic had to do with went backwards. I see, so there was room for mechanical engineering to develop, too. It's also an impressive memory that I was strangely convinced.
Of course, in the past, the discomfort Mr. Rex felt for me was also digested in him through the word reincarnator. The contents are Obasan... rather, it could be an old lady... orz Seeing this one depressed like that made me laugh "haha".
"If Belle were an old woman, I'd be pretty jizzy"
The guy, who was so hungry that he had tears in his eyeballs, even at a time like this, put in a smart following.
That's why you keep up with the story to the beginning.
I was wondering what kind of figure we'd play in this world next. I picked up an important word that didn't bother me, well, it belonged to another woman, but at least let the brave man have a happy life. I decided to do what I could only do with prayer, even though I can't say "happily" in my mouth, but I'm sure it will last forever for both of us because you chose it.
Specifically, don't let the demon king "go back to the demon king".
In short, you're a bit overworked, so if you are, why don't you lose and play plain with rules like? and.
—— At least until the two of you die, I hope you don't break this civilization.
Such a small blessing.
... Yeah, because it's about the sweet Mr. Rex. I may have the most hands on me because I'm kind, but somehow, I'm sure I don't think I will. So perhaps, if he were to return to the Demon King, he would leave me here and scorch only the continent of examples…. Such a future passes my head.
If the Demon King shows up, the brave Mr. Chris, naturally, thinks he's going to be fought. Even if we all know that one day we're going to die, I want you to keep it as long and happy a family as possible... to keep it, to let it happen.
So, if you've thought about it, this is a whispering blessing.
I heard that confectioners have done this before, but they've never had a hand in the genre of natural foods? --- If I made such a suggestion, I would have suggested it.
Even from the time I lived in the world over there, there was a sense of pioneering enthusiasm about whether or not the boom was going to roll. I'm sure it's gaining near full visibility by now, but why not review additive-free, pesticide-free, and less processed ingredients, and a group of foods that use them here? Why don't you do that in detail? And that's why I suggested it.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, this world is a time when less processed ingredients are spreading. This is a time when we are beginning to see revolutionary green movements, in part through the use of magic to boost growth and the formulation of pesticidal magic drugs. In the meantime, isn't it B, the craftsman who makes rustic dishes and treats from the countryside in small shops in big cities, so as to defy the course of the times? --Besides, if it is extreme, it loses, it is.
If I were to pinch the novel a little, the natural food frame was actually not entirely understood by me either. Therefore, he settled into rustic dishes, rustic treats, like countryside. In that flow, Mr. Rex roared, "Ugh..." What dish, for example? and.
--Rustic dishes like countryside...... Is it stewed mountain vegetables?
Miso stewed, Japanese, unusual juice, and then, plum dried, dried radish... like if it looks plain? And it was kind of rude. But in any dish, the flavour is first-class. Anyone who likes it really likes the ingredients, the flavors. If you're a city on that continent with a western-style menu, Japanese small restaurants, like the Shmerian country's Yunomachi, are rare.
"Sick skinny boy, go with longer forehead!!
I'd love to have warm curtains on the store, Death! Shiva, Aim, Grocer!! Sell cookies on the edge, Kudasai!
Mr. Rex smiles at my messed up demands like that, can I wear a sword? inquire, that gap is good d (>_<) and. Uh, usually a sick and weak boy, but a former adventurer or something, that only breeds old remnants when a friend you meet is in trouble. What should I do with the magic tie... hmm, it's a lot of inconvenience if you don't keep it for a little while, huh? But I find it boring with the strongest system magic… how about rare intermediate magic and state abnormalities? Oh, it's only magically about the top of it. Levels are secret, birth is secret, go with mysterious!
"I want you to maintain that character for as long as possible, so what about long-lived species and human halves?
Of course, it's a secret one there to see what kind of long-lived species it is.
"Mismatter when you have trouble responding or are in a bad time, and don't dare cough it up!
discreet, enjoyed living there, flirting around in secret aura. That puts a ton of stress on it. Below the longer forehead is the most beautiful man face in the world. No, I don't mind if it's normal there... but this one looks good, doesn't it? I'm sure our customers will be thrilled. Oh, I knew it, sounds like fun... I want to be regular... (* '*)
That's how he was tripping over paranoia, pulling me back into reality.
"I would like to know the recipe for the first dish, arranged in a restaurant called" The Grocer "as a chase to add more menus"
From that day onwards, it coincided with the development of the menu.
White dish in my favorite boiled rice noodles in the previous world. Miso Taraku, powdered rice noodles, seasonal vegetable kimpira, delightful dashi rolled eggs. He wants me to make some rice noodles in a big pot in the cold weather... Seaweed handled by Ish's Chamber of Commerce was used for stock. Organize a recipe for all-purpose stock to reduce hassle! I managed to try and error and create something that looked like it. Wouldn't it be nice if all the dishes were in this stock already? And I stood in line in the kitchen and nodded at Mr. Rex.
And then write down what comes to mind and line it up, and tie it to the ingredients of this world to create it. Fatally incompatible… although there were some unsavory dishes. Well, it's mostly vegetables, so I guess I ate too much as a tasting? Didn't the days I felt also fit in about +2km?... I think so.
The note on the dish that could not be made was to ask the Demon King, who will stand as a new character, to work hard at a later date, and today is where he is easily trying to create and taste the cookies that he has hit so hard in his previous life.
What arkel syrup is a sweet alternative that was said to be maple in the previous world. There is something similar here, and so far it has been one of the specialties of the region, Ish's commercial tools (Urimo's) in development.
"Other sugar, by the way?
"Black sugar that can be taken in warm areas or light tea sugar that can be taken in cold areas... right?
Distribution on that continent can be “decolored white sugar” that does not correspond to civilized levels, and "colored”, still used in some regional cities, is a condiment that restaurant cooks tend to dislike. Look for the brown sugar I liked to eat as it was, and I also miss the memories I asked Ish for, but it also seems that some of the pink sugar stuff is made, something that I sincerely appreciated for adding such information.
Mr. Rex has that kind of sugar on the continent, too. Anything other than arkel syrup was also presented subtly. If you're free, why don't you make it? Just such appropriate advice.
—— I knew it was delicious, and wholemeal cookies.
Probably a few years before his death, cookies became one of his favorite tea treats, thanks to the powder and syrup Ish had gathered for him, which were still relatively easy to reproduce back then. Mr. Rex has a gentle sweetness, and Ish has a hard texture. Apparently, they liked each of them.
"I see. Right, let's say the taste effort is next raw. If you're not extreme, you'll be allowed to try, right?
"Right. Hmmm... superb, vague too... don't change the store? Won't you turn it up? Doesn't that make you too famous?... Is that pretty hard?
A demon king while sipping down slightly stiff cookies crafted with wholemeal and arkel syrup with an Earl Gray flavored tea, he says, "Well, aren't you okay?" and zero the potpourri.
"Assuming my arm is too good, even if a loan story comes in about whether to make the store bigger, you just have to say no, right? If you stay around Lower Town, even if the nobles look at you, you'll only be able to make an inside invitation."
If cooking isn't mainstream on that continent in the first place, it takes a lot of time to penetrate the region. Most meatless dishes, right? I don't think it's gonna be easy to sell unless you know how good it tastes, I am. If that's all you can make in the end, you'll be talking about dreams again, such as someone hiring you.
"In case you become famous and can't help it, we'll fold up the shop and try again from scratch in a far away place."
Getting a little more enthusiasts for this dish sounds like a lot of fun.
That's what I said, Mr. Rex laughed.
"Looks like we'll be playing again for a while."
We talked quietly.