Isekai Ryouridou

Lara-Rue turned thirteen, the day after that.

of the Blue Moon, 26th.

Still today and encouraging the work of planting, Ai-Fa returned again in charge of Giva.

"Wow, you got it again? Wow, it hasn't been ten days since we went out into the woods, and this is the third one, isn't it?

"Hmm. But today's giva is a lot younger. In these fangs and horns, there are two of them in one piece, and only one of them will get any copper coin."

Even if you say you're young, they say 40 kilos is going to drop.

Besides, the back length is short but fattens well by the way, and the fat is likely to be plentiful.

After paying tribute to the women of Fou and Din, who flashed with praiseworthy expressions, Ai-Fa began to pass past Kama and hang Gibba on the branches of the tree.

As he hangs, he calls Gill connected to the tree behind him, "I'm home, Gill," etc.

It is peaceful.

At last, the meeting with the people of the castle came to an end four days later. Will it be difficult to retain this peaceful life?

"Oh, you're good, you," he said, raising a voice like the older ladies impressed him.

Looking back, I almost transferred the poitane that Tour-Din baked up to the wood dish.

They don't mix geegos in the poiton, but they're pretty plump cooked. The colour of the surface, which is slightly foxed, also looks really delicious.

"True. I knew you were good, Tour-Din."

"No......" Thur-din gets annoyed.

The expression hasn't moved much, but the area around the cheeks is just a little red.

Tour-Din is a ten-year-old girl who was once a division of Sung.

The stretching hair tied in two beside the neck is brown and the eye color is blue. Even though he has such a cute face, his expression is always worrying and lacking in vivacity.

But I think that Sung's life in the settlement, tied to a different kind of code, has atrophied this girl's mind.

It doesn't seem to me that the smile you show from time to time, the kindness of your sexual roots can be felt from a little behavior, and if you lived in a normal environment, you would have grown up as energetic and uncontrollable as Rimi-Lou.

"Tour-din is a perfect cook for Poitan. If I bring you Giva's meat, this time I'll show you how to cook meat, okay?

To my words, Tour-Din increasingly blushes and shrinks "But......"

"Asta at Fa's house. Supper is supposed to be made in the teardrops of your own home. This is how Poitan is cooked here, but let's go against the lump of the woods."

It was Jas-din, the sister of Din's parents and the sister of Thur-din's late mother, who came to me with words like that. She is quite a majestic elderly woman with a soft face and a strict eye.

"Oh, speaking of which, you had that kind of clinginess. So guys, all you did was tour the work outside of Poitan? … but it's going to be hard to master skill just by visiting"

"Right. However, this Tour-Din is quite skillfully able to carry out his kamado-numbered job because he has been at your mercy at the former Parents' Conference"

The more praised you are, the deeper Tul-din's nagging additions and subtractions become.

This is also a sad case, but apparently they are losing their immunity to good intentions and favors rather than to hostility and harmfulness.

But this is all I can do because I deserve to be turned to good intentions and favors.

Such a tour-din gave a small voice, "Ah......"

Following that gaze, I saw Ey-Fa, who had finished peeling, working on the removal of the organ.

"What's going on? Even if I ask," I only answer "no..."

In Sung's settlement, he had eaten up exactly to the flesh of his torso in order to avoid his work as a hunter. Then it should be a familiar thing to see, such as Gibba's organs.

"An organ. There's a beast in my hometown that looks a lot like Gibba. I wonder what Giva's guts taste like."

Somehow it was a heartbreak to break up the conversation, so I tried to carry on the words that way.

Then...

Tour-Din looked stunned and looked at me.

"A, in Asta's hometown, were you eating Giva's guts?

"Yeah? It's not Giva, it's another animal that looks a lot like Giva. But the meat tastes just like it, so maybe Guiba's guts are delicious."

"Ha, you can eat!," Thur-din shouted as loud as it was rare for this inner girl.

but I happen to dye that face bright red again and get more deeply depressed than ever before.

The Jas-din and Fou ladies surrounding it were not sure how decent.

"Oh, maybe in Sung's settlement, you were eating Giva's guts too?

".................. Yes"

It is a voice that is no longer likely to disappear.

"Give me Giva's gut. Until I ate something that looked so unpleasant, Sung's humans didn't want to do their giva hunting job."

Jas-din's harsh eyes make Tour-din look quiet.

"No, but animal organs were quite treasured as delicacies in my hometown, too. And the organs had different nutrients than meat, and they were treasured in that sense."

I said that because I felt half interested in sheltering Tour-Din and half interested in organic dishes.

"As a matter of fact, I also felt sorry for throwing away Giva's guts all over me. Hey, Tour-din, I was wondering if you could tell me how you guys were cooking Giva's guts?

"Huh..." Thur-din wanders his gaze baffled.

Jas-din took a small breath and pounded Tul-din's little head.

"You would be greatly beneficial to Asta in Fa's house, wouldn't you? I know you won't be able to return the favor, but shouldn't you spare your strength?

"... okay," Thur-din nodded, staring at my face again, lying down.

If I wasn't mistaken, those blue eyes felt like they were lit with a light that seemed delightful.

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"I don't know the hard part either. I just removed the bad smell and washed it thoroughly with water."

As Tour-Din said, we're moving to the water field.

There was no organ left and I smashed it into an iron pan and brought it in eh eh eh eh eh. The women of the Fou family, who do not seem interested, are also accompanied, for a total of five. Ai-fa is snobbing at the dismantling of the meat, so he doesn't participate.

"First of all, you've thrown this part away."

From inside the pan, Tour-Din pinches up a small piece of meat.

Corny, poorly colored organ about a ping-pong ball.

It is a bladder.

"And that's this part of this gut."

Now lift a gentle reddish brown meat mass, the liver.

So, what should be removed from it is a light yellow green little bag, a gallbladder, that is stuck so that it is caught in a meat mass.

Both the bladder and gall bladder are the areas I learned from the hunter to be particularly careful when gut removal because when I tear them down, they move a terrible odor into the meat.

"If Gibba was pregnant with a child, she would have thrown this part away, too, but this Gibba looks fine"

White, thin and nasty area.

From the explanation, it must be the uterus - the cobweb.

Was this Gibba a female?

"Hmm. So, you're going to wash it with water. Where do we start?

"Oh, before we do, this one and this one need to cut the surface and remove the dust mustard inside"

Over here and here.

It was an elongated, white, wrinkly organ stuck at the tip of a pink noodle colon - perhaps a rectum, and a pink object, a stomach, swollen up in the breast.

I see, it was all that greasy gibberish, so I guess I was eating the grace of the woods in my lifetime. The stomach still has the wreckage, so we have to remove it first.

So, the rectum, probably the area connected to the anus, so naturally the array should be clogged.

But to me, a novice in organ cooking, I was more alert to the contents of my stomach than to the rectal array.

"Erm, Giva's not just eating nuts and vegetables, she's eating snakes, lizards and bugs, too, right?

To my words, Tour-Din leans his neck strangely.

"Yes.... Speaking of which, a lot of snakes came out of it when I cut that one over there"

"Wow, I knew it!

"But of course, it's a snake carcass, isn't it? Some of them were dangerous poisonous snakes, but not dangerous because they were dead"

"Hey, I guess that is..."

"Is Asta afraid of dead snakes, too?

And - Tool-din laughed with a tickle.

What a loving smile.

"Then I will take it. Can I borrow Asta's knife?

"No! I'm afraid of the contents of my stomach and I can't cook my organs!

I made up my mind, and I let go of my knife.

So, I put a puffy blade tip on my bloated stomach, and I cut it open carefully.

From the inside, the remains of massive amounts of nuts have been flooded with dark-green discolorations.

"Snake, you weren't there?

Thur-din smiles as you remove rectal impurities.

Could it be that he/she has not noticed? I have been smiling ever since.

By the way, Gibba's array was corny as Karin and didn't feel so dirty.

As long as you keep your nose breathing, including the contents of your stomach, nothing will happen.

Whatever it was, the impurities in the stomach and rectum could be removed.

After careful washing with a little flowing rocky fresh water, the next step was to treat the colon and small intestine like a snake, and the cobweb.

Fine small intestines and cobwebs wash the outside thoroughly, then cut open and wash off the surface and back. At this stage, the three remaining women's hands were also to be borrowed.

It was best to wash it until it came out, but it was difficult to remove it completely, whether it was washed or not.

Even a mosquito wash with salt might have been efficient, but in this world rock salt is a somewhat high-value product. For today, I decided to do something with man-made sea tactics.

"Then let's get rid of this one in the meantime, too. Asta, can you grip your tip and keep the water from flowing?

While giving quite precise instructions, Tour-Din began pouring rocky fresh water from the tip of his colon.

Grasping the opposite tip as instructed by Tour-Din, the colon happened to pan with water, producing one long sausage-like shape.

Tour-Din himself grips the tip of his colon, and in that state brings the sausage back from end to end.

That's how I dump the water, add the water again, I repeat it all three times, and then with my knife, I cut my colon into about 10 centimeters at a time, turning it all around the surface and back.

So, wash the back of the spatter with even more waste.

This is still quite a hassle.

But when I took out the colon, small intestine and cobweb for about five people, the pink and milky white cuts of beautiful meat became a little mountain, and I no longer saw them as anything but ingredients.

"Next, this is it, right? Like the others, first we strip the membrane off the surface"

That's what Tool-Din covered was the area shaped like a flat-sized solamame.

There are two things that have pretty much the same shape.

Organs that exist symmetrically from left to right like this only come to mind about the lungs and kidneys. So maybe, it's a kidney.

Peeling off the white membrane of the surface, a reddish brown figure appeared as smooth as a lever from the inside.

"Asta, can you cut this horizontally?

Copy that.

When I cut it open, inside it were objects as white as fat, spread like leaf veins.

"When I was left to do my work, the white part of it was torn apart and discarded.... because I sometimes felt an unpleasant odor from it"

"Oh, yeah."

The role of the kidneys should have been to filter moisture in the body. Does it also have a mechanism for accumulating toxins in this part?

I didn't know that, but I thought I found out something else.

Perhaps Tour-Din originally preferred his job.

So I'm sure you look like you're having fun earlier.

Until now, he had been guilty of eating the grace of the forest, which was considered contraindicated.

Even in the cooking of the giva, under the Sung family's unique code of "only hunting for the minimum necessary giva," he was the winger of judgment to the gut.

Even Tour-Din, only ten years old, probably understood enough to smudge his skeleton that it was an unusual code. For they should have been taught that the truth should never be known to another family, that if they were known, they would be skinned off their heads.

Therefore - they were to live with such a dead fishy eye.

But still, I wonder if she liked or was good at her job. At least, to the point of thinking, "If we cut this area out, we could make a better meal".

He is a folk by the woods, who did not make good gastronomy, except as a matter of fact.

It is the basic stance of the people by the woods that it is not necessary to put extra effort into preparing meals, etc.

However, as a potential quality, I think that a human being who is suitable for cooking exists.

Even in the settlement of Luu, people who were originally good at their number - such as Raina-Lou and Sheila-Lou, Mother Meer Ray and Tari-Lou - are the ones who appear dizzy and heady.

So I'm sure this Tool-din is the same type of person as those women.

And - in the Sung family I was so close to contraindications to my job that now I have no shame on anyone and can take it as the right job.

Is that why she is able to smile happily ever after like this?

"And then there's this and this, right? I think you should put a few cuts in these two and wash the blood out of them a lot."

Without knowing my thoughts like that, Tool-din has offered his heart and liver.

"Whether I wash it or not, the blood comes out, but I still think it tastes better than not washing it..."

"I guess that's exactly right. That's why the men are also getting blood drained when they hunt Giva."

For eighty years, the people of the woods never came to the idea of blood drainage.

Yet it is an ironic story to say that because of the condition that the distorted code resulted in wings eating guts - because of the condition that I must have had to do something to eat guts that smelled stronger than meat - "blood is what caused the smell" was so close to the truth.

With that in mind, I wash my heart, Thur-din washes my liver, each soaking in rocky fresh water, all the time.

"The other parts are simply washed with water as is. Pour some water into an iron pan, and I think it's enough to wash it in there."

Even so, there aren't that many areas left in the pan anymore.

Pale pink color, lungs with a truly incredibly soft tactile feel and elongated organs wrapped in white reticulated fat - according to the erasure method, probably the pancreas.

Besides, the outer appearance is only the diaphragm that appears to be the meat you want to flatten.

When Jas-din and the others tackled that wash, they finally saw the goal.

"Hey, that's quite a task, this is...... So, how was Tool-Din eating these organs?

"Yes. Mostly I was simmering and eating in a pan. This still smells stronger than meat, so its - simmer with Leelo or an unknown vanilla..."

and a dark shade falls on Thur-din's face.

It must have been the grace of a forbidden forest, whose name is not even known to the people by the woods.

"Just simmer? Didn't you bake it?

"Huh?... yes... just bake, cause I'm really worried about the smell..."

"Yeah. But Tour-Din didn't hate the gut food, did he?

Otherwise, I don't think you should go out of your way to eat your organs, etc. Because you can't possibly want to talk to yourself about the distorted customs of Sung's settlement.

"Right.... I hated it more than meat, it never happened. I don't know... I felt a little comfortable with the bite."

"Cuckoo? Cuckoo. That's an interesting expression!

I exaggerate to respond with a bright voice.

Totally, Tour-Din made his face bright red, which was about to get serious, and he got upset again.

I'm a little sorry, but I think that would be much better than jumping my thoughts in the past.

"Then today, let me try my way of eating. Don't worry, I don't think you're going to lose your cumbersome texture, though, okay?

When he said that, Tour-Din washed his liver and said, "No more!" He raised an angry voice and hit me on the shoulder in the arm.

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That's how we ended up cleaning our organs, and we went back to Fa's house and often got back to our original work.

Of course, I didn't put the end of the organ behind me. The heart and liver were soaked in brine to loosen up further blood drainage, and the rest of the area was boiled underneath along with the leaves of the deodorant Leelo, before deciding to leave it soaked in myrmoo, aria and fruit liquor pickled juice.

Work on the planting was greatly delayed, as all the small hours had been followed under the organ dishes. I could at least rub the patties for 'Giva Berg', cut the meat for 'Myrmu Grill' and 'Giva's Horned Braised' and 'Giva Chit', and do the work for Norma before I managed to get into the evening.

"All right, then let's get to cooking the organs"

Two kamados installed outdoors. In one of them boil the soup for dinner, while in the other it warms the iron plate.

"Is that it? Are you cooking it, not simmering it?

I nod back to Tour-Din, who curiously rounds his eyes, "Yes, I do," he said.

"If it's a seasoning in Fa's house right now, it will give it a stronger flavor to cook than to simmer. In the meantime, I'll cook it with the same marinade as this Meermoo grill."

"Once you have boiled it, do you cook it this time..."

I guess that makes it seem incredible to a forest folk without the concept of lower boiling.

But I think my hormone grill in the world was probably cooked after I boiled it down.

Though I don't rely on it. I'm ashamed that this is my home, where I had few opportunities to eat out, so I wasn't as familiar with something called organ cooking as I was with shabu-shabu.

Neither did my father, I'm sure, have much interest in organ cooking. Even when a regular person told me to "add the offal pan to the menu," I felt like I was answering "of which".

That's why everything is hand explored cooking.

In the meantime, only three types of cardiac, liver and kidney, of a thick shape, were not boiled down, sliced thinly and soaked in a sauce of myrmu.

The heart is a hat, the liver is a lever - I wonder what the kidneys call it. I don't have the resources to know that forever.

So, the rest of the boiled area is all bumped up without question.

Exactly, the very shape of a hormone that blurs my memory.

I decided to challenge you from that hormone first.

Sprinkle the red sauce-dyed organs into the iron pan in a luxurious manner.

Similar to "Grilled Myrmu," the sweet aroma of fruit liquor and the garlic-like aroma of Myrmu exploded with white smoke.

"Oh, that's a good smell," the Fou ladies snap fun.

"I was able to get a lot of copper coins thanks to Asta buying dried meat, so next time I'm going to try buying a vegetable called Myrmu at Fou's house"

In response to "That's great," I'm excited about the trees so the moths don't burn.

Then Ai-Fa came all the way to my shoulder.

"Hmm. That looks pretty weird."

"But it smells delicious, doesn't it?

"Isn't that the smell of Myrmu?"

You're right.

But I don't know. Will the grilling of guiva offal suit the mouth of the people by the woods?

If the odor can be properly eliminated due to the effect of the down-treatment and pickling, I don't think there's anything I can't eat. Anyway, I've hardly ever eaten a hormone grill myself, so I'm worried about it.

"Okay. I wonder if this is what the first batch looks like"

Bring the sufficiently baked organs to the edge of the iron plate.

I took him to a wooden dish with a wooden spoon, and I gave him to Tour-Din.

"Yes, go ahead. Let's start with us at the top."

"... Yes"

Tour-din receives it with a slightly uneasy face.

If this doesn't taste good, it would be a waste of an hour letting you work on it - but you think so.

It's okay. The two of us share responsibility.

That's why I took the moths off my wooden plate and threw them in my mouth without going around.

The first thing that spreads is the sweet, spicy flavour familiar with Meermoo Grill.

So, if you put your teeth on the soft moss...

The cumbersome texture was pleasant.

Hmm.

As it looks, it has a texture like chicken skin.

It's hard to chew through. It's very resilient.

It doesn't taste bad.

It doesn't even smell.

Or, which part of the world is this? It wasn't that thick, so I think it's around the small intestine or the cobweb.

It was my honest feeling that there was no possibility or impossibility.

"What do you say, Tour-Din?

I'll turn my gaze.

Then - Tour-Din kept holding on to the wood plate and the wooden spoon, what a happy smile he had.

"It's delicious, amazing. … much better than what I've eaten before"

Really?

Well, something like Motsu cooking, I'm sure, is something that divides preferences among individuals. With that in mind, this time I put the bigger one in my mouth a little longer.

So, when I chewed him into the cucumber - a flavor completely different from the one I just had spread in my mouth.

"Is that it? Yummy."

"Right? Delicious, isn't it?

Tour-din smiles happily ever after.

I wonder what. I prefer the richness of the texture more than just now. Besides, the taste is out of step. I feel the strong flavour of Giva's fat.

Is that, from the shape, the colon?

This is delicious. Normally it feels delicious.

"Yeah, it's delicious. You can recommend this with confidence. You can all try it if you like."

I couldn't afford much of the number, so the dishes only went to each family one set at a time. The women of the Fou family roughly took a wooden dish, and Tour-din shrugged up a new moss before smiling and handing it to Jas-din.

So I'll give my parents a wooden plate, too.

"... are they really delicious?

"Delicious. Sounds like the flavor varies considerably depending on the area. After a few bites, I think you have a hit."

Answering, this time I tried baking hearts and levers.

The lever looks just like I know it, and the kidneys are almost indistinguishable. The hats are a little more fleshy and almost like lean meat.

While baking, look back at the hiragana = fa.

"What do you say? That's not bad, is it?

"Uhm. Not bad.... but when should I drink this?

"Actually, I'm not sure either. If I chew it up properly, I guess that's fine."

While we were exchanging such questions, the hearts and levers were burned.

If it was a cow or a tri liver, I've eaten it before. What are these like?

I'll take the wood dish back from Ey-Fa, who is still moving his mouth all the time, and try to eat it from the lever first.

Yeah, this is totally, normally delicious.

The taste is a few steps thicker than the lever I know, and I can't feel any smell of blood. If you can taste so much under any of the other processes, it would be above the point. It is so regrettable that I have ever disposed of it without my hands.

The kidneys also tasted and textured close to the liver.

Instead of being as thick as a lever, it's easy to eat with less crunch. It's chewy and a little soft.

And the hats - this one was almost no different than regular meat.

It looks and lean BBQ as it is, and yet is softer than Momo meat.

"Yeah, delicious. It's delicious and easier to eat than hormones. Try Ai-Fa, too."

"What is this? Isn't that meat?

"This is the liver, this is the kidney, so this is the heart. The liver's a little rough, but it's probably nutritious, isn't it? The heart tastes like normal meat."

"Gibba's heart, or..."

Ey-Fa snapped a little to his imagination, eating the hats first.

"... delicious"

"Isn't it delicious?

"Oh, delicious. … and it is strongly felt that they are eating Giva's life."

Ai-Fa seemed very satisfied.

Everyone else has the same look.

So it was a piece of Gibba's one-head moth dish, but if it was for six people, there was no room for it, and it could be quickly annoyed.

The pre-supper tasting is closed safely at this.

"I think it was very tasty....... but aren't these still too laborious to prepare? If it's meat from your feet and torso, it's just as delicious, but it doesn't need to be so much trouble."

After the closing, Jas-din has said so in a way that represents us all.

"Right. I think it's up to each house to decide whether or not to eat. There are also hands that eat only areas that are less cumbersome than the intestines, such as the heart and liver.... And, Tour-din, I don't think these guts will be so conservative if they're soaked in Pico leaves, what do you think?

"Yes, we may keep it for a few days, but we were eating within that day"

"I knew you were right.... but I guess we'll be eating everything at Fa's house as long as time permits. I don't feel like throwing away what I find delicious, and - if I can sell meat in Inn Town, it will increase the value of the meat itself."

The women were twisting their necks like they didn't understand one thing right now.

"Even a not too big giva could cook this much, so if you were a big giva, wouldn't you be able to do about one serving of regular supper? If you can do one serving of meat, you can also turn that portion of meat for commercial use.... Well, maybe you don't have to weigh in on earning copper coins that far."

"Ha... is that what it is..."

"And this is the only dish that the people who hunted Giva can eat on the day they hunted Giva. If you think about it, doesn't it feel like a blessing dish that hits the hunter who hunted Giva? Maybe that's why I want to cook properly without throwing it away."

Well, the emotions around it, that's what makes people different.

Stick around, I'm not going to force you.

"Well, isn't it a good idea to do one thing when you don't have another pressing job? I'm sure the organ is packed with different nutrients than meat, and that texture is something you don't get from meat."

"... at least I think Gibba's heart will be liked by the men"

And, quietly, Ey-Fa came to his mouth.

"That must be the hunter's favorite food. I think you'll get the full feeling that you've incorporated Giva's life into this body."

"I see. You teach us all sorts of things, Asta to Ai-Fa in the house of Fa"

It was Jas-din who responded accordingly.

And with a strict eye and a soft expression, Jas-din put a slightly wrinkled flat palm on Tour-din's head.

"Even at the Din family, try to eat your organs. Because it is also the flavour that this Tour-Din prefers."

Tour-din smiles as he dyes his cheeks a little.

"That was delicious, wasn't it?

And so on and when I slap the extra mouth, the girl turns her face red and says again, "Already! ♪ And he's pounding my chest. ♪

As he was watched by the chilling eyes of his parents, the woods were descending with the darkness.