Isekai ni Kita Boku wa Kiyoubinbode Subaya-sa Tayorina Tabi o Suru

Okay, well, the current time is after noon, around 2: 00. Daniela spends a lot of time at the inn. I have been one for a long time. She'll eat something with her, so I'll get it right. So I'm strolling down the boulevard.

It made me realize once again that all the visible buildings seemed to be inns and that it was a boulder lodging town. When I was in Japan, I never traveled like a trip, so these townships are a little exciting.

Wooden buildings stand out because of the wooded lodging town. Looking at this as it would suck if it caught fire, I realized there was something like a small fountain everywhere.

"What is this?

Chorochoro and water flow from something like a park drinking area. Look, it's sober...

"Oh, you're a traveler?

My aunt talked to me that I didn't know I was thinking about with my arms together.

"Yeah, well. It's a little awkward."

"Let's see. This is a good town, isn't it?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't like long stories, okay?

"That's right. The wooden building is very beautiful."

"It's a woodland lodging town! Most of the buildings in this town are wooden."

"Isn't it tough when there's a fire or something?

"Well, that's why I have this magic trick."

That's what my aunt says. She points to the drinking area. Was this a magic trick?

"Is this going to put out the fire?

"Oh, if you have to, the water will blow up like a fountain from the hole above where this water is coming out and pour it all over the city."

"Ho ho... I see..."

Did that make sense? This is a study. If you ask me, the Water Drinking Arena Re-Engineering Magic Prop, which is placed at equal intervals in this town, sucks up the magic of the water attribute from the groundwater vein, and in the event of a fire, the water blows up like a fountain from all the magic props to quench the fire. Simply put, it's a sprinkler.

"No, I learned. Thank you."

"Fine, that's about it. Take your time!

"Yes, let me indulge you"

The town pride contest by my aunt closed safely. My aunt, who walked away in a good mood, had caught another traveler-like man again to host the contest. I'm here, yeah.

The hunger I had forgotten when I was listening to the town's disaster preparedness came back. This guy is awkward. I think I'm going down. But there doesn't seem to be any street streets in this town, and I'm foolish to think this is another part of the fire control. Only places with proper fire extinguishing facilities allow the use of fire. Then I must rely on this nose. [M] Kun-kun, where's the delicious restaurant? Oh, it would be one shot if Daniela were here at times like this... And walks absent her nibbly. Walk. Walk. Through several streets, bending, bending and going straight. Repeating that, it gradually reacts to my nose. I smelled good because of the condition.

"Whoa, is this the store?

The window is open and it smells good with the hot air from there. Once I peered through the window, there was a table lined up and several customers sat down and were eating. Again, this is a restaurant.

"A customer?

"Wow."

Suddenly my face came out from under the window and I freaked out. What the hell is this guy, you bastard?

"If you're not a guest, go over there."

Excuse me, I'm a customer. I'm a customer.

I realized I was the clerk here from what I was talking about, and I hurriedly apologized and entered the store. I almost ate the front door payment. What I want to eat is rice.

"Excuse me, I'm alone, is that good?

"Sit down in that seat."

Clerk pointing to the table seat. You look handsome again. If you look around the store, the interior is still noticeable in wooden. It seems tough because all kinds of stores have to give their personality with wooden bondage.

And there are a lot of female customers. Eighty-nine, you must be looking for the clerk... very uncomfortable. I feel awkward walking into a pancake shop. But I can't replace my belly on my back. If I don't restore my diminished hunger gauge, I'll fall somewhere in this town.

"So, what are you going to do?

"What do you recommend?

"I recommend a set of soup stewed with birds and baked bread today,"

"So, then."

"Aye."

Don't hang around for a long time. You're handsome...... well, I hear women like this kind of orange system, and I guess it's good because female customers seem to be the main ones. I don't care.

A few minutes to wait while withstanding the gaze from a female guest. I can smell the bread. That's good, I can expect this. I love the smell of baked bread.

"You kept me waiting."

Only one person is good enough to say that dialogue. But I think I said it too, okay... Rice is more than that. Rice.

Freshly baked bread with a fragrant scent in a golden soup lined with hot air on the table. And salad. Fruit water for drinks? Lemon-like fruits cut into rings and herbal-like leaves are sinking. I don't feel half ostrich to look at. This is the type of thing a housewife eats with her husband's money. Don't do it!

"I'll have it."

Eat slowly.

Don't suddenly have a tender grin. What will you do if you fall in love? Then I'll take it.

Cut a thousand pieces of bread first. The crunchy surface is still hot. When I manage to cut a thousand pieces, I feel fluffy inside. Aromatic scent kills my nose. It smells really good. The taste of the bread itself spreads in the mouth every time it is chewed when it is carried into the mouth by chopping it into bite sizes. It's good to burn. The literature is great.

Then he grabs the spoon and confronts the soup. I thought it was filtered because it was golden, but when I looked closely, the chicken that collapsed into the hollows was in the bottom. I see, when mixed, the flavor changes system soup? It's a sarcastic thing...... first sip without making any noise only over the supernatant. When you come to a place like this, you suddenly get tough on your manners, I wonder what. Does the air make it that way or does the food make it that way? Well, it tastes like it anyway. This bird soup. It's delicious. The intense bird stock comes out and the unique aroma of the bird sticks my nose straight through my mouth. If you're a cooking cartoon, it's not weird if your clothes can fly. Sip and indulge in the supernatant several times. All right, we'll mix it up later. Let's reset in the salad.

Salad. Just something with vegetables on a plate. But it's simple, which is why it's deep. The freshness of the vegetables themselves, combined with the dressing. Compatibility between vegetables. It's really deep. The salad has the power to think philosophically about what a salad is. Well, I'll leave that to the gastronomer, and I'll just eat something delicious. Take the fork and stick it in the vegetables. The sound effect when stabbed is' jaggy '. Fresh evidence. I guess it's a washed vegetable, the sticky water droplets are beautiful. Carry the hanging dressing to your mouth so that it does not fall on the table. The blue aroma of the vegetables spreads with the crisp texture of each bite, and the acidity of the dressings is tangled in the sweetness of the vegetable ingredients themselves and is very tasty. It's a different kind of vegetable than the chopped cabbage I had at Tonkatsu's. I like that one. As soon as I was eating with Pak Pak, I panicked and returned the plate.

And back to the soup. I only drank supernatant so I can see the bottom well. Stick a spoon in it and scratch gently. Then the chicken that was sinking floats. Grains like peeled nuts are also scratched and danced together. Adjust the timing and force reduction in "Instrumental Poverty" at once. chicken and nuts, and poured the soup into his mouth together. Oh, the taste has changed. It changed from a clear and elegant flavour to a masculine meaty flavour. Women like meat, too. This is fashionable. It is simmered, the crumbling chicken disappears to swing in its mouth, and the nuts give it a pungent texture. Oh, delicious. If I'm caught off guard, my clothes are really going to bounce. There's going to be a beam coming out of my mouth.

"Hey, what's the taste?"

A handsome man interrupted me when I was indulgent. I thought this guy was a clerk when I saw him well.

"It's so delicious"

"That was good."

That's what I say and laugh at the clerk. Damn... you look good... I feel like a man living in cooking. A man with seemingly blurry but delicate arms. You look great. I'll take an apprenticeship.

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Oh, I quickly ate up. It was a pleasure. The bread, soup and salad were great. Fruit water also had a refreshing aroma and gentle flavor perfectly embedded in this dish. Everything supports each other. It was the ultimate menu to draw on.

"Please bill me"

"Aye. Three silver coins."

"Yes, go ahead"

"Maido. Come back."

It's not a hooky, disturbing way to laugh, a nicotine, slightly childish laugh. It stirs my appetite for asylum. I can tell you that I can't help falling in love with this, then. A handsome guy who can cook. Good personality, too. Isn't that great? I want to get married.

Leaving the store and looking back. The name of the store written on the sign is' Trunk Pavilion '. This is a good place. It's a hidden shop I found walking around. Now I swore to my heart to definitely bring Daniela, carrying her full body and resuming the stroll.