Isekai Ryouridou

The night dawned.

This day has finally begun.

The wedding feast, of Gazran-Rutim and Ama-Min, the sons of Rutim's main house.

My first work day has begun.

"Hey... what, you were already awake?

Waking up in an empty house in Luu's settlement, Ai-Fa had already whisked away in the middle of the hall, tying her long golden brown hair with both hands.

"... are you the one who woke up already? It's too early to start work. Go to sleep."

"No, once I wake up, I can't sleep anymore. Looks like you're getting tired."

As I say, I'll let you play noob with um.

Good morning.

Feeling extremely good, too.

"The feast extends into the middle of the night. You don't have time to rest till midnight, so go to sleep a little longer."

That. Isn't that sweet?

Do you care about me for taking on such a big role?

I woke up. From the arrow tip, it's something that makes me feel a lot happier.

"No, I'm fine. There's nothing compared to the last five days. All you have to do is follow the path you've built yourself.... Well, I guess it's hard to do that"

"Then keep your strength warm. Go to sleep."

Hmm?

I wonder what. I'm starting to feel less and less cared for.

"Speaking of which, you're gonna focus on helping me too today, aren't you? Even you, if I had to wake up, wouldn't you?

…………

"Earlier this morning, where the hell were you going?

"... before work, I was going to rent a water field to clean myself up"

And the eyes of a bobcat look at me.

"So you stay asleep"

"You know... when you hear that, you can't have any more accidents, right? Do I look more or less like the kind of guy who would do anything to that Ayamati?

…………

"You see it! That's too bad!... Ok. Next time you have that unforgivable contraindication, I'll give you these eyeballs as usual!

"... your eyeballs, etc."

So you're my son-in-law? I left the house with Ai-Fa without ever saying anything like that.

In fact, Ai-Fa was going to leave Luu's settlement for the last time this morning and spend until tomorrow morning in his own house.

Say something like, "You don't deserve to be on Rutim's banquet because you're a Pha person."

So, "Is there such a stupid story!" And I appointed Ai-Fa as my personal assistant, and I made a calculation for him to stay here.

There's a feast going on in which Ziba-Lou and Rimi-Lou also participate. Besides, I can't believe that Ai-Fa is the only one rubbing a pompous, handmade giva pan by herself - can you just imagine?

When I told Gazran-Rutim that step, he agreed with me comfortably, "Do what Asta wants". Did you mean pleasure or didn't you plan that from the beginning? And it even looked like it was going to hurt a little.

After all, I guess that meant that I was less stubborn and less accommodating in nature than Gazran-Rutim, an innovator who looked to leave the wedding teardrop to the people of other houses, etc.

I was reluctant at first, Ey-Fa, but when I asked him enthusiastically, "Let me exchange my work as Kamadoku number in Fa's house today," he finally accepted.

That's why it took me so long to embody myself now, shoulder to shoulder, heading to the house of Lou.

We take our feet relaxing as we watch the big square where the feast is perfectly arranged.

A splendid yakura is built at the nose tip of Luu's main house, which is the deepest part, about two meters high.

During the feast, the bride and groom sat on this yara and continued to give blessings from their families.

Furthermore, in the centre of the square are stacked round thicknesses and firewood for cooking ritual fires, with ten pieces arranged in a circular fashion to surround them.

Although it is a space about half the size of the school grounds. If there were more than a hundred people here, it would be a busy mess.

I just imagined it, and I get excited.

And the feeling is so tight.

That's how many people talk about my cooking.

Proudly - and woefully.

My heart rate was only about to go up weird for a moment, but when I looked at the side of Ai-Fa walking next door, I softly calmed down.

The look on Ai-Fa's face remains the same as usual.

"Hmmm...... can I say something a little uncomfortable?

"Strongly say no"

"This way, I know I feel so good about being with Ai-Fa all morning - don't calm down"

"... so you want to even get to the water field?

"You're not! Come on, get away from that idea!

"... from tomorrow on, we'll be back to normal."

"Oh. Wow. Glad to hear that."

Just a little bit of blood comes up on Ey-Fa's face that makes fun of me.

Actually, I was pretty embarrassed about this one, but I feel like I won.

"But I guess that guy named Camua-Josh will be visiting tomorrow?

"Oh. Speaking of which, you did.... But what the hell are you nervous about coming in by the woods alone? If I made a mistake, Darum-Lou would have slaughtered me."

…………

"Hmm?"

"In Dalm-Lou, the man won't discuss it."

I kind of stuck talking in a noisy direction in the morning.

As such, we arrive at the main house of Luu while bypassing the giant yakura made by Marutai being assembled.

"Oh, you're early, Ai-Fa and Asta," said Grandma Tito Min, who had the hand axe, just about to come out of the house.

"My daughters, they're all water plants. If you like, I'll go too."

A cold gaze pierces my cheek.

You'll never get close! I just wanted to insist, but that was also impossible because Grandma Tito Min was there.

"Asta, how long has it been? I was just about to go back, so I'll show you around."

"Thank you. Are you payroll in the morning? I'm sorry, I'm the one who burns it."

"Really hey. This is the first time we've lost firewood with such great momentum. Break it, break it, don't catch up."

"I'm really afraid"

"I'm kidding. It's all for good food."

Chuckling, or fluffing, was that way of laughing anyway.

My father didn't get along well with my parents, and my mother had lost her parents early on, so I don't remember anything called my grandmother or grandfather.

I think Grandma Tito Min, who is always bright and bright but also has a very deposited and quiet majesty, is a really nice old lady.

Donda-Lou was born between Grandma Ziba's son and this Tito Min, and seven sons were born between her Donda-Lou and Mia Rey's mother, and Kota-Lou was born between her elder brothers Ziza-Lou and Sati Rey-Lou - that's how pulsating Luu's blood continues.

(If I had six weddings left, I'd like to try to keep the festive kamado like I did today)

Well, as long as that Donda-Lou is the head of the family and that Giza-Lou is the successor, I guess that dream will never come true. To the extent that I had such dreams, I had become attached to the people of the Lew family in the past five days.

"Okay, I'll rent you a water field," he said, glancing at me at the end, then Ai-Fa walked away across the deep green trail.

It's not a forward swing, it's not a flag, it's nothing, and you'll never get close to the water field until the women come back. On my father's santoku knife.

"Go ahead. Use it freely," said Grandma Tito Min, opening the doors of the food pantry and demolition room one by one for as long as she can.

It's a bit of a hassle, but first thing in the morning, we have to ask the people in the house to open the door. I guess it's a lesson from a forest settlement that doesn't have an external key.

Well...

The feast begins at dusk.

So I have to finish all the cooking by then. When it comes to the work to be done from this hour on, there is only one thing.

It is the creation of a new menu completed for this day, "Giva Meat and Tarapa Stew".

What do you do to make your Poitan taste good while still in liquid form?

This is the answer I gave.

Ultimately, it wasn't "gigo" like a potato that made me my partner, but "tarapa" like a tomato.

Whatever it is, start cooking.

This guy takes time unscrupulous, so I've never been over to start early. If I finish it, I'll just warm it up again later. It's also the most deserving dedication to start with a foreclosure.

First, bring a ton of aria from the food bin and mince them all.

Of course, it is used as a flavoured vegetable, but from this stage, the quantity is unusual.

There are 100 of them, so there are 50 of them.

You can have one on the wood plate, so I want everyone in the venue to eat it. It turns out that this menu needs to be made in four full glasses of iron.

That's why.

Cut anyway. Chop even.

Cut anyway. Chop even.

If this guy were a real onion, it would already be a storm of tears.

But Aria doesn't look so smudged, so she even chops it.

I was just finishing carving, and I noticed.

There's no iron pot!!

Really? The women are taking a bath and cleaning up dinner yesterday.

Right, right, right, right here, if I was heading to the water field, they would have suspected me of being sawdust sane.

But there was no such tragedy because Raina-Lou, the wet hair, brought me a large iron pan to wash.

"Shh, excuse me! When I heard Asta was already starting to cook, I hurried to wash just one!

"Thanks! That'll help, Raina-Lou"

I was surprised to see that Raina-Lou, who was still in the middle of the water, with his long dark hair hanging over him, which he always had, looked a bit like someone else.

Plus, it's fresh to be hiding your body with a big piece of cloth like your mothers.

"Oh, su, excuse me! Dressed like this..."

and Rayna-Luu blushing, but exposure addition and subtraction are rather mitigated.

"Um... I'll bring the rest of it as soon as I'm done washing it..."

"It's okay. You'll never get close to the water."

Raina-Lou takes a soothing breath of relief and rushes, "Now excuse me," he said.

I was so worried, I put fire in the kamado, warmed the iron pan, greased the giva, and put the aria in.

Exactly fifty pieces is a lot, so fry until candy on five occasions.

For further fragrance, the more fruit liquor.

Transfer to a wood dish after stir-frying, temporarily on hold.

Okay, next thing you know, meat.

Momo and shoulder roses, for a total of 30 km.

This is also a great amount.

Cut all of this guy into bite-sized blocks.

I was just finishing up cutting that one, and a new iron pot walked right in.

It is Rimi-Lou.

"Thank you for waiting! Because everyone brings the other two!

"Yeah. Thanks"

I hear this one's been properly watered. The reddish hair is tingling, but the clothes on the chest and waist are authentic.

"Are you ready for Shichi already? I can help you, too, Limi!

"Ah. Really? Then will you bring me some tarapa? 'Cause yesterday they should have bought me eight new ones."

"Yeah!... eheh"

"Hmm? What?

"Yeah. I'm glad Asta's a decent guy."

It is Rimi-Lou, who runs to the food pantry after saying so and so on.

Hmm?

That you've been working up front since this morning?

Or... a water field?

I would like to pray that it is the former.

In the meantime, cook the meat.

Even so, it is only the surface.

If the baking color is applied, that's enough.

If it burns, this guy also secures it in a wooden dish.

... It's easy to put it into words, because the serving is 30 kilos!

Next, cut the aria for the utensils, not the flavor.

There are fifty of them.

It's usually a slice, but today it's broken.

Hang up anyway. Hang up even.

In the meantime, the next table was filled with eight talapas by the work of Rimi-Lou.

It is a pumpkin-sized tomato.

They are also very shaped and very similar to pumpkins.

but the color and taste are very similar to tomatoes.

Once he was given an extra warfare notice, he was ultimately to put the base of flavor in charge.

"Aria, that's amazing! Cut the rim, too?

"Oh, will you bring me a chatch with Tino before then? All the ones in the bag."

"Okay -!

He is a vibrant, honest and loving Limi-Lu from morning onwards.

If a girl like this was my daughter or sister, then I guess it wouldn't hurt to be in my eyes.

I was thinking about that and the rest of the sisters & i-fa came back with iron pots and dishes.

All right, all right. I didn't have to get my eyeballs crossed.

"Look, I brought it!... Damn, I was thrilled when I heard you were starting cooking," Lara-Lew whispered under my ear.

So you sent Raina-Lou. I see.

"... you didn't come today...?," Sister Vina-Lou whispered under my ear, too.

What are you saying to you if you really go, you'll turn bright red?

"We have to change our mothers' jobs, Meer Ray. I'll come and help you when it's over."

"Thank you, Lara-Luu"

"... because it's going to be the water for my Mia Ray mothers. You know that, don't you?

I know, from the bottom of my heart.

Or what do you really think you're talking about me?

There, "Uh-oh, it's heavy," Limi-Lu returned.

It is a hemp bag filled with about six balls of tino, which is about the mass of a little larger lettuce. It can't be the weight that would be such a burden for Rimi-Lou, who can even carry an iron pot. If the bag does it with bread, it's bulky, so I guess it's just hard to hold on to in Rimi-Lou's tiny body.

Lovely, unparalleled.

"Asta, please wait! And then there's the chatch, right?

"I'll bring it. Why don't Rimi-Lou help us hang up?

"Yeah!"

Ai-Fa quickly heads to the food pantry, and Rimi-Lou takes the cooking knife for the vegetables that were hanging on the wall.

Thus are the people of the hard-working woods.

Once you grasp the procedure, the work goes on surprisingly smoothly.

"So will Limi-Lu cut Tino? You know how big it is, don't you?

"Yeah!"

The three elders disappeared outside when they covered the dishes, and instead of putting them in, Ai-Fa came back with a bag of chatch.

"What's a chatch? What am I supposed to do?

"Oh, then skin him off. 'Cause it's easy to peel with your hands."

A chatch is a fruit like Micah in yellow skin.

But when I peel the skin, a lukewarm white sphere pops out of the inside.

So when Ai-Fa casually applied his powers, the white contents popped out lukewarmly after all.

"Wah," he said in surprise, then Ai-Fa kicks me in the leg.

"Why are you kicking me!

"... obnoxious"

"Haha," Rimi-Lou laughs.

If you realize it, it's a trio of me, Ai-Fa and Limi-Lu.

I'm so heartbroken, I'll forget I got my foot kicked unreasonably.

"When you're done peeling, wash it with water until you can remove the mulch"

Chatch is a new member of the food bank.

The exterior is citrus fruit no matter how it looks, but the contents are very similar to potatoes.

Potatoes-like potatoes are soaked up, and the texture is really similar.

I'm going to cut that chatch that Ey-Fa washed me into two straight pieces first and cut it into bite sizes with a 3 cm per side guide.

Now we're ready to go down.

Stir-fried minced aria for flavour, 50 pieces.

Aria cut into pieces, 50 pieces as well.

Thirty bite-sized chatches.

A six-bitch tino, too.

Giva meat momomo and shoulder roses cooked on the surface, for a total of 30 km.

And the giant tomato thing, Tarapa, eight.

We must cook them first before we can lay our hands on the hateful Poitan.

This time, I couldn't fit the existing menu as I know it.

I could have gotten the idea early on that if my mouth was rough and hard to drink Poitan, I would "stew" instead of "soup". Butter, milk, consomme and olive oil were all essential to reproducing beef stews and cream stews that I knew.

So, I thought.

I have salt.

There are also pepper-substituted picos.

Some fruit liquors are very similar to wine.

Some arias are very similar to onions.

And - I have giant tomatoes, tarapas.

My stomach decided when I could taste the bright red fruit shaped like that pumpkin and make sure it did taste like a sour tomato.

"Let's make it a tomato-flavored Italian stew," he said.

Well, even though we don't have olive oil, it might be a good idea to name Italians. Anyway, that's the thing.

It is a combined technique of "beef stew" and "hamburger with tomato sauce" cooking knowledge, which was also a popular menu in the "sausage shop".

"All right. Both of you, keep the fire on the rest of your torso. It's not too much. It's on fire."

As I say, I will punch the ingredients for the utensils in an iron pan that is already warm with a quarter of an idea.

Onion substitute aria.

Cabbage substitute Tino.

Potato substitute chatch.

When Aria gets soaked, she also puts in giva meat.

And a whole bottle of fruit liquor is put in.

The sweet fragrance fills the skin.

Once boiled, remove the acne and pour plenty of water with patterned bamboo.

The guideline is about the eighth minute of the iron pan.

When water is added, adjust the kama flame to low heat.

You have to simmer it for two hours until it simmers to half the amount.

The same procedure dominated the three pans, and in the last one, my hands stopped.

"Ah, Rimi-Lou, you use this fruit liquor in another dish. Will you trade me for some other fruit liquor?

"Yeah? That? Speaking of which, the shape of the bottle is a little different."

That was the fruit liquor I received from Camua-Josh the other day.

I was wondering if there was any use for it, so I asked Ai-Fa to bring it from the house about three days ago. It's not too late for this guy. Not yet.

That's how Limi-Lew put in the new fruit liquor he brought me, and when he finished the last pan too, it was finally a paragraph.

We decided to go by the door and cool off a little.

I can't leave much because I have to take the ash juice and refill the firewood regularly as well.

"Wow. Now you even use Poitan and Tarapa, right? Rimi, I've never seen a giva pan with so many different vegetables!

"I don't know. Well, it's a celebration today, special."

A pot of giva meat and vegetables, also called a symbol of life, cooked in various ingredients.

Among other things, Aria and Poitan were considered essential foods for a healthy life.

I'm sure that's just a habit rooted out of low prices - but you don't have to force yourself to twist a habit that's been going on for eighty years.

If it's a hard ingredient to eat, you just have to cook it so it's easy to eat.

So I devised a way of eating the potato, not boiling it, but cooking it after boiling it. Maybe people who have only eaten in the form of broth when it comes to poitane will see solid poitane as being alien.

Twist your head for such people - and it was this' stew of giva meat and tarapa 'that took revelation from the words' symbol of life simmering everything 'by Grandma Ziva and Donda-Lou.

Just talapas like tomatoes is just sour tomato juice.

But if you boil it with Aria the onion modoki, which is pretty good as a flavored vegetable, it will add a lot of sweetness.

Furthermore, in the main body, if you simmer more than one vegetable and giva meat and pair it with its powerful stock - that already tasted great.

So, if Poitan is a flour-like ingredient, I thought I would use it in the right way in stew, but it didn't pin the other one right now.

I tried everything to cover it with ingredients and fry it with fat. The flour-like but not flour-like Poitan didn't work as well as I thought it would.

So in the end, I was supposed to punch Poitan as it was.

Even if it is not dried and hardened until it is purposefully solid, it is a poiton that will boil down in various places if it is dissolved in hot water.

From the results, that got the firmest.

Without thinking about it, as the people of the woodland had done before, they just stuck it in the stew of the finished product and it created a good feeling.

When it comes to clapping out, it's clapping out. Somehow, I also got the comfort of hybridizing my world's cooking methods with those by the woods, and eventually, I laughed out loud.

At that time, the worrying eyes of Mother Meer Ray and Limi-Rue still remain firmly in the back of her brain.

Whatever.

The harmony of flavours may not have reached the point where

Co-existence and co-prosperity, or so, I think I have.

In my limited time of five days, this is the result of my squeezing my powers.

So, this is what we call an appetizer.

Before eating any different dishes such as hamburgers and spare ribs and baked potatoes that followed, he wanted to unravel the hearts of one or more people.

The result is - God only knows, though.

"Well, it's not really my sex to use expensive vegetables all over to cook luxurious dishes... I mean, congratulatory seating, okay"

"I think it's good! It was delicious!... Perhaps Rimi is one of Asta's favorite dishes."

"Right. Then make it for your sisters when they go to their daughters."

"What! Asta won't make me!?

He was so shocked by the likelihood of seeing the writing letter "Gurn" Rimi-Lou.

"No, 'cause, you see, you can't leave Lew's house to me as much as a wedding teaser. Donda, think about your father's temper."

"Eh! I'm fine! 'Cause..." So Limi-Lu looked like a rare prank kid to this innocent girl.

"... Didn't you see Donda's father's face when he ate Shichi-ku yesterday? You said Ngu. Ngu."

"You said it. I thought I'd be turned upside down."

"No, I'm not! That sounds too delicious and surprising! Unexpectedly, 'Yummy!' I almost said, 'I'm sure!

"I guess not. I can't imagine."

"Absolutely! Limi knows!... so definitely make it when Limi goes to his daughter-in-law, huh?

I don't think so, I'm stuck with words.

Sneaking up on the sidelines - Ai-Fa stares quietly at which side it burns.

I put my hand on the little head of Rimi-Lou, who brightens his face to expectations and looks up, I said.

"Right.... I'll definitely make it for you then."

Until then, if only I could be in this world.