Isekai Ryouridou

"Is that it? Guys, what's going on?

When we returned to Fa's house after a study group in Luu's settlement, only six women were waiting for us.

These are Fou, Run, Din, and the ladies of Lid, who have recently become visible.

In it, only the grand old ladies of the Lan family show their white teeth and laugh at them.

"What's going on and these things, we were talking about bringing guests out of town today, weren't we? This is how we got together to welcome him."

"Oh, really?"

I'll get out of your podium and free Gill from the van.

In the meantime, the people with them also began to descend from the carrier one after the other.

It is composed of four members: Mim, Michel, Tour-Din and Li-Sudra.

It was common for Li-Sudra to get off on the way back to her house, but today she was accompanied by "I'll show you to the end".

"Here we go, folks by the woods. I am the mime of Turan, and this is my father, Michel."

As Mim bowed her head deeply, the women also named their names after mouths.

Only two people I could remember by name were Jas-din and Sarris Lang-Fou.

They haven't been as many guests from town as the Lou family, so they're bisected into a look of intrigue or alertness. The women of the House of Run, the former among them, called again to Tour-Din with a smile.

"You're going to make dinner at Fa's house today, too, aren't you? I'd like to give us a taste, too. How about that?

"What? Even this one?...... ok. I'll do my best!"

On this road, Mim was fully recovered.

I was soggy all the way out of Lou's settlement, but along the way, I said, "I'll try to cook more decent food at Asta's house!" And let him arouse himself.

Just watching that make me feel like a samurai tremble.

"Then please wait in the back. Mim and Michelle stay in the house. I'll show you to the pantry."

Until sunset, we only have less than two hours left. I don't know what it would be like to have dinner for four guests, but I want to keep my hands on the juice dishes as soon as possible.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you could ask Mim to cook some juice? So while you're warming him up, how about I reveal the other dishes?

"Okay. Accepted."

In a truly small pantry compared to the main house of Lou, Mim makes a serious gaze.

That's how Mim chose Aria and Tino and Nennon and Myrmu - and the powdered fuwano and the eggs of Kimmus.

"Hmm. You finally use Myrmu."

"Yes? Finally?

"No, I'm taking care of Myrmu, because I haven't tried to use Mim at all so far."

"Meermu has a strong aroma, so I find it very difficult to reconcile it. I think it's amazing because Asta uses such myrmoo brilliantly"

"Um, as far as I'm concerned, I don't even feel like I'm relying too much on Myrmu."

"That's not true!... I'm sure Guiba meat is highly flavored so Myrmu will fit. Kimus and carons tend to lose out on the smell of Myrmu."

Saying that, Mim lifted a cage loaded with ingredients.

I was asked for Momo meat again, so I took it to the back of the house with my hands.

"In the meantime, I'll simmer the giva meat and let you take the stock"

Strain the water in the iron pan carried from the house and simmer the thinly sliced momo meat.

Mim rounded her eyes to the massive amount of ash juice that had really floated.

"Awesome ash juice! Didn't even notice earlier!

"Oh, because you were simmering in fruit liquor earlier. I didn't feel any clutter."

"Right. … but after all, the flavor may have been destroyed even in that place"

While nodding with a serious face, Mim carefully begins to take the ash juice.

It was at that time that Ai-Fa returned.

"... what a lot of people."

The women greet the closed-mouthed Ey-Fa.

And before Ai-Fa, who bore a huge giva, one lady entered.

It's Sarris Lang-Fou.

"Welcome home, Ai-Fa. No injuries anywhere?

"... um"

"Great. … Mother Forest, I offer my heartfelt gratitude for that mercy"

"Sarris Run-Fou, such prayer should be directed only to the family"

"I'm sorry, but I-Fa is as important to me as my family..."

While I was being captured by Refraia, I-Fa was a childhood trainer and a reconciliation.

There has been no change in Ai-Fa's attitude, but Sarris Lang-Fou is not even trying to hide her dear thoughts. It's an awkward Sarris Lang-Fou who is somewhat of an adult, but it makes me feel so warm watching her treat Ai-Fa like that.

If I thought of it as something like that, I was kicked in the leg by an eye-fa with a lot of red cheeks.

"Um, have I got some kind of crude phase where I get kicked?

"Weird"

Sarris Run-Fou is grinning in a crease.

So Mim said, "Ah!" He raised his voice.

"It's a hiccup! Um, do you remember me?

"Hmm?"

Ey-fa looks at Mime like he's going to get hurt.

With the ladle he was taking the ash juice from in his hand, Mim lowered his head with a pepper.

"My name is Mim of Turan. Are you really glad we could find Asta?

"You just... met in Turan, was that your daughter then?

"Yes!" said Mim, sparkling his eyes.

What surprised me was me.

"Did you two know each other? How come again?"

"Mm-hmm. I would have told you I was searching the territory of Turan when your daughter, Lefreia, exposed you? That's when I was supposed to meet her face."

"You remembered. I'm glad."

"You were the only one in Turan who showed a little pity for us.... well, what was Michelle's daughter in Turan about you"

Emotionally speaking, Ai-Fa compares Mime to Michele.

"Again, in a parent with the right heart, the child grows up right, too. I am also very happy to welcome my benefactor Michelle and her daughter as guests of Fa's house"

"Benefactor?"

Now it was Mim's turn to tilt his neck.

Ai-fa didn't try to open her mouth any further, so I'll try to explain instead.

"It was a man named Zida who figured out that I was captured by Count Turan's mansion, but it was no other Michele who told that Zida where the mansion was. That's why Michelle owes me life."

"Eh! Dad, you didn't say a word about that!

"... I didn't do anything. I just answered what was asked."

Michelle discards with a bitter look.

Since poking that flank with his elbow, Mim has smiled at Ai-Fa.

"That's kind of a strange edge. I've always cared about you. At that time, I was only told that the outlaws had found out about my compatriots, but you were Asta's family."

"Mm-hmm. I'm the head of Fa's house, something called I-Fa"

"Ai-fa in the house of Fa...... I would like to thank Selva many times for having met Ai-fa and Asta"

Mim said that with some grown-up look.

Taking that straight gaze, Ai-Fa nods again "um".

"Then let me get to my job. Looking forward to dinner tonight, Turan's mime."

"Yes!... Wow, that's Giva! It's amazing how you can hunt such a big beast."

Returning to its original innocence, Mim peeks into Ai-Fa's back.

Being carried by Ai-Fa, seven or eighty kilometers was a likely giant giva.

While we have a flat conversation, there is a snug sweat on Ey-Fa's forehead.

"I can't peel my skin with any straw. I'll let you do your job over there."

"Yeah, nice to meet you."

Ai-Fa leaves to the side of the house.

To Michelle trying to go after it, Mim said, "Where are you going?," he called out.

"I'm tired of seeing your work. I'll show you how skinny Giva is."

"Eh! Can't you see my daughter playing a big part!?

"What's the big part? It's all up to you to decide what to do."

Michelle disappeared from the spot as she answered blurry.

"Yikes," Mim starts encouraging her to take the ash juice again, raising her dissatisfied voice.

"Hey, is that just how you've been simmering meat for a while now?

"Huh? Oh, yes. I'm going to simmer for another half an hour or so."

"Then I'll help you wash your guts. I'm just taking care of Fa's house."

That's how half the women disappeared.

Remaining are the members of the stall and Jas-din, and the ladies of Lid.

"Mim didn't hear anything about me or Fa's house, did she?"

When I called, I nodded yes and added firewood to my mime.

"Even when I spoke to my father the night I visited my house, he only told me, 'Don't get involved with the people of the woods'. I just heard all the noise about Count Turan's house in town."

"Was it?... Speaking of which, it wasn't until the noise calmed down that Michelle started buying us two dishes."

"Yes. I'm sure my father didn't want to be involved in the Count Turan family, not the people by the woods. It was a terrible thing to see in the past, so it's natural."

After laying her eyes down for just a moment, Mim grinned.

"But such a father was helping the people by the woods in the shadows, wasn't he? I'm very proud of it."

"Yeah. I think Michelle's a great guy."

It was Schmiral who brought Michelle to our attention.

That's how I also met Mim, so I think it's really strange with people's edges.

After a quiet exchange of words for a while then, the Ladies of the Run eventually returned in hasty footsteps.

"Hey, Asta, can you come over here? If you're busy, I don't mind Tour-Din."

"Huh? What's going on?

"Something just happened to my dad. Well, I'm not sure about us, so why don't you listen to me?

Whatever I am, I wonder what Tour-Din is.

and nevertheless head to the side of the house with Tour-Din, who looked anxious.

Li-Sudra also followed silently, so only the Jas-din and Lid ladies were to remain under the mime.

"Oh, Asta. Did Tour-Din come, too?"

My hands wet in blood. Ey-fa looks back at us.

I caressed my chest for a moment because I didn't even have an impending look on that surface.

Michelle is also standing on the same Buddha top surface, and the women are watching over the two in a perplexed mood.

And Gibba, hung from a tree, was exposed to white nakedness, and the fur spread at his feet was loaded with mountainous organs.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Michelle?

"Sticky, I don't care. I just asked questions about the handling of organs."

"Ha. Is it about handling the organs"

That's why Tul-din, who is recognised as an expert in organ cooking, also called you.

"What happened to the organ? Although Giva's organs are washed with water and delicious."

"I've already heard that. But don't you bowel the meat?

"Bowel stuffing?"

"I remembered while I was eating your food. In Genos, meat chopping was not popular at all, but when it comes to sims, there should have been dishes like that."

That's what Michelle kept saying as it seemed a pain in the ass.

"That should be just like dried meat, a cooking method that has been scorched to preserve the meat. But he said that the organ was perishable, so he had to finish it within five days, so I asked him if he thought a lot about it and didn't have it stuck in his bowel."

"Yes, I was also interested in bowel stuffing, but you hadn't started yet, had you? If you're going to be conservative, you're going to have to dry and solidify it just like dried meat."

"It's normal to get stiff because if you drain the water thoroughly, it will rot. But if it's chopped meat, isn't it easier to eat it than regular dried meat?

"Right. But the people around the woods don't want so much soft meat because they have sturdy jaws and teeth."

"Hmm.... but if you're a town traveler, don't you want some intestinal dried meat? I hear Sim's travelers don't have much to carry with them meat from the gut gamma, do they?

I'm a little stuck in words.

Michelle continues to be only heartless.

"Speaking of which, you stopped selling dried meat in your stall. You don't have to do that anymore because you make enough money from other dishes."

"Yes, no, as I told you before, we were supposed to raise the price of meat from the ash moon, and the dried meat stopped selling a little. I bet you couldn't get a buyer for a price that was 1,5 times as good as the dried caron meat."

"Is there such a stupid story? It's dried meat from Caron's feet that's sold in the lodging town, so Gibba should be able to make better dried meat."

"Hmm, so is there a problem with how we make this one?"

Michelle took a small breath and squeezed her head with her left hand.

"Where's the smoking room? There must be something wrong with it."

"No, there's nothing like that. By the woods, you smoke meat hanging from trees with firewood and leaf smoke."

"... firewood is a grigi tree?

"No, we haven't decided on the type of firewood in particular. Are grigi trees suitable for making smoked?

Michelle took a clear sigh this time.

"You're a total amateur when it comes to smoking, keeping all the different cooking methods in mind."

"Yes, as long as you're ashamed"

I'm a little excited to get on with it.

"Michelle also has knowledge about smoking, doesn't she? If you like, could you teach us a little more about that procedure?

"... that it's a teachings?

"Yeah. Actually, I'm also studying how to make delicious dried meat when I find time, but it's hard to make progress. If you don't like it..."

"I don't like it or anything, if I had started smoking at a time like this, the sun would go down. … and I don't think we can make decent smoked meat without a smoking room."

Don't bluff. To Michelle's words, Li-Sudra says, "Um".

"Is smoking room any special building room? If it's an empty house, there's as much extra around Sudra's house as there is. … I hope there is an effective use for houses that people don't live in because they will soon decay"

"... if that's such a fine wooden house, you could make a fine smoke."

Michelle responds as she looks up at the house of the straw fa.

"But I can't do it anymore today in time. If you really want to, change the day."

"Will you be visiting the settlement by the woods another day?

Surprisingly, when I inquire, "If you really want to say so," I wrinkle my nose.

And Michelle turned her grumpy eyes towards Gibba.

"... and I'd like to ask you another question. Have you abandoned Gibba's head?

"Yes? Yeah, I don't really know how to handle it from the neck to the top, so I've thrown it away after about shredding the ho meat..."

"That's a shame. Any beast, usually says the brain, eyeballs and tongue are unusual."

Saying, Michelle gazes around at her bare giva.

"It's a strange story that organs don't eat their heads to eat. I don't know how to handle it, I don't know how to belly it if it's even heat."

"So is that enough if you simmer every skull?

"If you're a caron, cracking your skull, peeling your brain out, and then simmering is the cooking method you hear best. The tongue is cut off beforehand and is usually used in baked dishes"

"Doesn't your tongue need some down-treatment, too?... No, I'm inexperienced, so I was just guessing."

Michelle scowls at me on the side.

"If you're a caron tongue, first boil only the surface lightly and scrape off the stiff skin. However, if it is a child's caron, the skin is also soft, so cook and cook normally as is.... I don't know what Gibba's like."

I looked back at Ai-Fa.

Ai-Fa plucks the dirt on its fingertips, then takes up the knife once again.

"If it's edible, it's a shame to feed Mundt. Try one on this giva."

"Then we'll wash this gut. Because if you leave me alone forever, the flavor will go away."

The Ladies of the Run said so and smiled back at Tour-Din.

"You and Asta will see how you judge. So, tell us about it."

"Yes, I understand"

The women leave for the water field with fur wrapped organs.

Ai-Fa first dismantled the bottom from his neck and nodded them to Pico's leaves in the pantry before facing Gibba's head.

"Cut your tongue out first."

Move inside the house and Ai-Fa will quantify Gibba's head.

These days it is a white raw neck with bones and subcutaneous tissue peeled out because it was skinned beautifully to the head.

The gallery is me, Michelle and Tour-Din.

"The tongue seems to be much more connected to the back of the throat. Is it the quickest way to remove your mandible?"

As I say, I insert a blade tip into my jaw joint, and then I get dizzy and pully. That's the hunter's power.

Thus Ai-Fa severed Gibba's tongue from his roots.

"Hmm. If you try this, it's a lot more gigantic."

A pale peachy tongue is pinched by Ey-Fa at his fingertips.

It's a thick tongue with a big texture. It would be only twenty centimeters long.

It's grotesque by the look of it, but it looks really delicious as an ingredient.

"For once, the surface doesn't feel stiff. Wouldn't you be able to eat this like this?

"Right. So if I seem to be concerned, shall I add a boiling and peeling process in the future?"

"Mm-hmm. Brain next. … but Gibba's skull is sturdy and can even break his body if he puts a knife in it badly"

"If you have a joint in your skull, you should be able to open it from there"

To Michelle's words, Ai-Fa tilted her neck "Hmm".

So, the fatty subcutaneous tissue that remains snug in the skull is stripped with a knife.

"Hmm. You got a joint."

On a black joint running to the skull, Ai-Fa pressed a knife against him.

With unexpected ease, the blade tip swoops in.

That's how when Ai-Fa twisted the blade tip around, Gibba's head split tightly between left and right.

If I rub my fingertips in the gap that I made with it, I'll completely break it off with Kibaki.

"Oh, my God, you have a big tongue and a small brain."

Ai-Fa has pointed its contents at this way.

On the back of the right side of the skull, still a round brain with a light peach color is pounding and uplifting.

It was an eighty kilosize giva, but its brain was of any size that was a human fist.

"This is going to simmer, isn't it? What will the eyeballs do?

"For carons, simmer bone-by-bone with the brain. The stock comes out of the bones, so it's just fine."

"I see."

Ai-Fa cut out his fangs and horns before dropping his split skull into two iron pans.

"That's all I have to do. I left the rest to you, Asta."

"Yeah, I've never even heard of brain or eyeball cooking, so I'm just gonna have to simmer it"

I pour water out of a water bottle and light a fire on my skin.

"In the meantime, do you want to keep just a few leaves of Leelo with the odor removal?... Wow, that's awesome ash juice."

The momentum is more tremendous than simmering meat, and the bubble bubbles up.

Is it evidence of a mixture of considerable clutter and flavor?

"What do you do with your tongue? It seems like a pretty good meal."

"Let's slice the tongue into thin slices normally, sprinkle with salt and cook. I guess it's just the right amount if we all eat it."

If it's beef tongue, I've eaten it myself.

I was just excited to imagine what Giva's Tan tasted like.

"Oh, Asta," Mim laughs as she entrusts the fire to Ai-Fa and heads out to Kamado.

"Is that Giva's tongue! What does it taste like?"

"Looking forward to it, right? Is that still at the bottom boiling stage?

"Yes, we talked about Giva's meat being softer enough to simmer, so I'd like to work a little harder"

The member who was washing my organs just then also came back, so I decided to try to bake Gibatan.

I'm going to set up an iron net for Kamado and use charcoal for luxury.

"Heh. If you try this, your tongue's just meat, too."

The women peek into sliced gibatans.

Sliced in a thickness of less than a centimeter, Gibatan looked delicious from anywhere.

The undressed area at the root was cut off and sunk into a pot of skull, so it looks almost the same as the beef tongue you see at the BBQ shop.

"Then I'll bake it."

Leave one guibatan at a time on the heated iron net.

There was a lot of noise, and the molten fat dripped onto the charcoal.

When I finish putting down a dozen pieces of meat, the first one is already starting to look good.

Still, it is 1 cm thick, so I carefully put it through the fire and turn it over in order.

Around, there was an irresistible smell of meat and fat cooking.

"I just feel good about us again, and I feel bad about the people in the house."

"That's good. We can feed our families again tomorrow."

Speaking of which, I felt like about half the people on this scene were members present in the taste of organic dishes.

The first Sarris Run-Fou and others to join us have made my eyes a bit squeezed.

"Okay, you're about to eat. Tour-din, can you take the wood plate there?

"Yes."

Arrange the cooked gibatans in a larger wooden dish.

And finally, it's done with the fruit juice from the seal I brought from the house.

"Go ahead, be careful not to burn yourself because it's hot"

The women's hands are coming from all directions.

Waiting for those to pull in, then I pinched Gibatan too.

It's freshly baked, so I quickly throw it into my mouth before I burn my fingers.

The rich fat and the fruit juice of the seal that neutralizes it tasted delicious without complaint.

Nevertheless, it has a more refreshing taste than beef tongue, and the texture is just as dull.

And meat tastes stronger than cattle.

My stomach should be fuzzier than there in the settlement of Lou, but I was going to eat as many of these as I could.

"Go ahead, look at the taste, too, Michelle and Mime"

"Thank you!

Mim smiles and Michele pinches the meat on the top of the Buddha.

"Yummy! This is different from regular meat again!

"Right. Meat and fat together, or texture you can't taste anywhere else."

This doesn't even seem like you need to peel off your epidermis like a caron.

We've thrown everything out into the woods to make it so easy to taste such a delicious area.

Just like when I cooked organ or more, I got to be ashamed of my lack of self.

"Ok, I'll try to cook something you can't beat this! It's time to move on to our next task."

"Yeah. I'm looking forward to that, too."

Before that, I stepped out this joy to Ai-Fa as well - and then I looked back at Sarris Run-Fowe.

"Um, I have to take a look at Mim's handiwork, so could you take this to I-Fa?

Let me give you a wooden dish that way, and Sallis Run-Fou was a little confused and clumsy. Then he grinned.

"Okay. I'm sure Ai-Fa will be at home too."

"Yeah, I think so too"

Sarris Run-Fou smiled with such pleasure that she ran away to Ai-Fa.

What a fruitful day, I exhale with satisfaction.