Isekai Ryouridou

After that, I decided to go around one by one from a nearby inn.

The first is the Great Tree Pavilion in the South, with Naudis as its master.

"Hmm. Is this dish made of Sim's vanilla"

The reaction of Naudis, a mixed race with the people of the south, was still not aromatic.

Needless to say, Jagal and Sim are hostile countries. but the people of Shim, with their unobtrusive and extraordinary temperament, were also very receptive to dishes made with tau oil, sugar, etc., because they had no strong interest in the culture of Jagal and were not suited to repel instead.

But the people of Jagal are strong against the people of Sim.

The affectionate people of Jagal seem above all to abhor such transcendent behavior of the people of Sim.

The people of Jagal were therefore more inclined to repel Sim's culture itself.

Though a clean western people, as a Naudis who draws Jagal's blood on his father, I guess it's not so easily accepted, such as cooking with Sim's vanilla.

"Asta, I don't think I need to push you any further right now -"

"Yes. More than half of the customers of The Great Tree Pavilion in the South are people in the South, right? If I used Sim's vanilla or something in that" Great Tree Pavilion in the South, "would I still buy the unhappiness?

"Right. Most importantly, there will be very few customers themselves ordering Sims' food. It's the same thing that makes northern cuisine less pleasant in the West Kingdom."

"Yes, but the Polearths of the Count Dalaim family in the example wanted Genos to have a reputation as a gastronomic town, right? I don't know how realistic that concept is, but for now, this is how easy it is to get ingredients that have only ever been handled in a castle town"

I had no desire to persuade Naudis.

However, I was just trying to suggest that there might be this way of thinking.

"So, the Xuanrong Pavilion also seems to actively use tau oil, sugar, etc. That's not true of a town where you can use both Sim and Jagal ingredients, so if you cook something unique to Genos, you might be able to please your customers - that's what your husband's nail said."

"Hmm..."

"I'm sure the same idea will spread in other inns where the people of the east are permanently accommodated. More importantly, tau oil and sugar are easy-to-use seasonings, so they seem to have more buyers than lettuce oil and mammalian vinegar."

"I guess that is. Tau oil and sugar are great ingredients."

Naudis distracts his chest a lot.

After all, he also carries a firm sense of pride and admiration for his father's homeland.

"In doing so, the quality of Gungu cuisine will improve in the Inn for the people of the East. We can use plenty of ingredients from the three countries: Sim, Jagal and Selva, so that's also a natural story. If you are the owner of an inn with ties to the people of the east, you can also learn how to use unusable shims of vanilla because you had guests."

"Hmm..."

"So it makes me feel like a waste of time for someone in a position like Naudis to repel Sim's ingredients, doesn't it? Naudis is better at using Jagal ingredients one step ahead of the rest of the innkeepers, so if he is, he should be just as good at it as Nails or something familiar with vanilla."

Naudis said, "Hmm! I thought about it."

It was this Naudis who made me wish to deal with my Giva dishes first of all in a few lodgings. I have a vision, and I find it hard to beat Deal's father.

I haven't been in this world for months, and I can't accurately guess the situation and national sentiment in every country. But with this Naudis, I was wondering if we could choose the right path - with all the hostility and commercial gain on Sims.

"Sure enough... if we talk about how the food in the inn for the people of Sims is the best in Genos, etc., then I and others will simmer."

"Yes."

"Sim and Jagal are an old hostile nation. I loved my late father, so I will not have good feelings for the people of Sim, whom my father hates and hates. But Jagal and Sims are forbidden to contend in Selva's prints. In Genos, where the people of Jagal and Sim meet most of all in Selva, Genos certainly has the perfect environment to produce food."

"Yes."

"Asta's words devoured my breasts deeply. But it doesn't seem to be an easy issue to come up with an answer to.... In the meantime, could you let me eat that dish with Sim's vanilla?

"Yes, thank you"

I borrowed the iron pan and rewarmed the "Giva Curry" I had split.

To its intense aroma, Naudis was to face more than Milan-Math - but when he mouthed the dish, the color of his eyes changed.

"… this is delicious"

"Really? The owner of Kimmus's Tail Pavilion said it tasted indistinguishable."

"Very tasty. You have to admit that."

"Thank you. But I still don't think it has enough flavor or lid flavor, so I'm just thinking about using tau oil or sugar."

"I see. So the dishes that cover the West, South and East ingredients are complete."

Naudis put his arms together and said again, "Hmm!," he thought.

"Asta, I have a feeling this dish is going to be something extraordinary. If Asta is going to sell this dish in another inn, she can't seem to overlook it with me."

"It's an honor to have you say that."

"Jagal ingredients are not just tau oil or sugar or panam honey. There are also vegetables that are hard to see in Selva, as well as more rare ingredients. I'm hoping that those ingredients will also flow to the Inn Town - and even then, there will be ingredients that go with this dish."

That's how Naudis nodded as loudly as he turned his stomach.

"If this dish is complete, I would also like to handle the portion for tasting in my shop. It doesn't really begin to feed the people of the South whether they can accept it or not."

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This is followed by the Xuanrong Pavilion.

Here already, I could let go of my praise.

"This is delicious. The guests of the people of the east will be pleased with Nokimi. If that's the case, we'd like to deal with it in our store right now."

"Thank you. But it hasn't arrived ideally yet, so I was hoping to give you some more time."

"Yes, if you can taste more delicious food than this, wait as long as you want"

It is a nail that does not reveal its emotions in the manner of the people of the east, but its eyes were glowing in anticipation.

"This won't keep the other innkeepers quiet anymore, will it? Many of the inns that are made cordial with the people of the east are nagging because they want to handle your food, Asta."

"Really? So far, we haven't been talking about a new job from any of the inns."

"Now, I'm sure, there's a lot of ingredients flowing in from the castle town, so I'm just excited that you might be able to rub some fine dishes without the power of Asta or Giva meat. But I don't think anyone would be too far away from knowing that you can't get fat."

What an exaggerated word.

But even for me, I had to counter it with giva dishes that made it an expensive product, so anyway, I just had to encourage it without being too proud.

"Oh, and thank you for sharing this customer with us the other day. We're going to be able to find the tools we need to make the intestinal meat."

"Really? You got the funnel too, didn't you?

"Yes. Wooden funnels were used in the Inn Town, weren't they? I didn't see him at the iron shop."

Nail shivers her mouth a little so she can smile.

"Even in my shop I buy fruit liquor in barrels, so I used it normally if it was a wooden funnel. But Asta was wondering if she was looking for an iron funnel, so she didn't put it in her mouth."

"As long as you're ashamed of yourself. Wooden was more appreciated for making it easier to use."

"Now it's possible to rub Guiba's intestinal meat."

Only calmly, but in an irresistible way, Nair embarks on herself.

"When I put my foot up to Sim before, I also had the opportunity to mouth Gamma's bowel stuffed meat. That should be a flavor that can be an ingredient not only for your journey, but also for a fine dish. I am also looking forward to seeing what kind of bowel meat can be made of different giva meat from gamma."

"Yes, if you can succeed, we'd love a taste"

Already from Michelle, he had received verbal gestures of smoked meat.

The amount of salt to be salted first and the length of time to be soaked, the type of vanilla to be used with the salt, the salt draining and wind-drying procedure - and then inviting Michelle to the woods again to actually just smoke the meat.

"Well, I'm in a hurry, but now I beg your pardon. I'd like to show my face at the Westwind Pavilion before the stall is finished."

"Yes, thank you again tomorrow"

Grab the pan and exit the Xuanrong Pavilion.

As long as we are truly in a hurry, even though after this we refrain from the feast of Dan-Rutim's birth.

Well, it was my own schedule, and the fact that it was a pleasant rush.

"Both lodgings were well received. If we do this, is it possible that the people of the West are the least suited to their tastes?"

"I don't know," she asks Sheila-Lou quietly, "I'll tilt my neck.

"Seeing Milan-Math's daughter react, I can't say enough, but it's hard to judge at the moment"

"Really? Well, I hope you can pass on this delicacy over time."

That's what I said, Sheila-Lou laughed at me with a grin.

"In the last few days, I have become perfectly fond of the flavor of the bulky. I'm sure the flavour improves with each day I follow… and I'm sure this dish will delight even Rutim's feast"

"As long as I'm happy to be so."

That's how we arrived at our last destination today.

It is the Westwind Pavilion, which exists on insecure back streets.

"Welcome. I've been waiting, Asta"

Yumi sitting at the reception desk laughs at me.

I told them my intention to come this morning.

"Mother! Asta's here, can you replace the store number?

"Yes, sir. I hear you stopped shouting like that.... Welcome, Asta. My husband will be waiting for you."

Yumi's mother was a petite but well-widened stranger.

His name is Sil.

She has brown hair as well as yumi, and the skin color is dark eyed yellowbrown. It's like your father's blood muscles that make Yumi's skin ivory.

"Well, I'm sorry to disturb you."

I grab a much lighter flat pan and I step into the kitchen behind the reception desk.

I guess your old man has been preparing the dishes before. In one of the two, a large iron pan is caught on fire.

"Is that it? Where did your father go? Hey, Asta's here. Yo!

"Let it go. I don't suppose this is the one that called you in, though?

And, from the door that remained open in the back of the kitchen, a large figure appears as a sleigh.

As the master of Westwind Pavilion, he is Yumi's father, Samus.

Sams, who came from another town when he was younger, was a 40-year-old husband with dark hair, ivory skin, and a body that was resilient to dark brown eyes.

Originally, he apparently made rough business out of it, with white old wounds carved into his neck and arms. Extraordinarily fit as a western people, the thickness of the breastplate, etc., is nearly as good as it gets.

"Don't make your nose squirm. Is it the dish that's spreading that strange smell that gives us a taste?

"Yes, I hope you like it"

Given the temper of your husband, who doesn't like to waste his mouth, I just borrowed Kamado.

Since there was only a few left, let the pan stay on fire without splitting.

"This is a dish made with shim vanilla, so I think nourishment is perfect"

"Taste is more important than nourishment. And then there's how you can drink good liquor. Otherwise, there won't be any customers ordering what kind of entrustment you've arranged."

"As you can see by the fragrance, this is spicy, so I'm sure it goes well with alcohol, right?

"Hmm. You can't drink. It's not convincing when people tell you to."

"Already! How long is Dad going to slap Asta in the hatred?

With a bitter smile, Yumi pokes her father's grubby shoulder.

"Hmm," Sams snorted again.

And Samus, even as a people of the west, was among the people of the woods.

I don't even know why that is, even though I'm not from Genos - and I snuck up on Yumi, apparently my buddies used to get bored with folks by the woods when I was younger.

They say a drunk Samus companion became obsessed with the people by the woods and was to be knocked over unilaterally.

Of course, the non-existent was to the person, but thanks to the broken arms, I would have lost my job, and I would have died wildly at the end of it, and as for Samus, I would have had no choice but to resent the people by the woods.

Moreover, since that was already the time when Cycleus had assumed the role of compromise with the people of the woods, it must have ignited that anger that no blame had been laid on the men of the woods who had worked excessive violence.

Yumi did everything she could to get Samus to handle my dishes at the Westwind Pavilion.

"Okay, looks like you've warmed up. Eat this roasted potato in the juice."

"Hmm, that smells amazing! It feels exactly like Sim's cooking."

For starters, Yumi puts his hands up, naturally.

Hit the baked poiton on the 'Giva Curry' you transferred to the wood dish, roughly a sip - "Heh!" and give a shout of surprise.

"You're not harder than I thought. Because of the smell, I thought it tasted more like a tongue paralysis."

"Yeah. I'm just thinking about making it drier for wholesale to the Xuanrong Pavilion, and otherwise keeping it around this much."

"Hmm? I could be harder. I think I'm starting to like spicy dishes while I'm eating Chit's food at the Xuanrong Pavilion."

Speaking of which, Yumi has had the experience of savoring Giva dishes from every inn.

Sams, who similarly spoke of 'Giva Curry', gave a strange voice as' Grunting '.

"Which one? It's not bad, is it? I like it so much."

"... that must be because you can eat Sim's food"

"Yes, I am. But isn't this smell kind of hungry, too?

Sams put his head on a grudge before rambling his daughter's back.

"Replace the receptionist. Your opinion is not helpful."

"You can honestly say it's delicious if it's delicious."

After shrugging one shoulder, Yumi walked out the door.

In exchange, the mother comes.

"Ha, that smells huge, huh? You smelled it from the outside, didn't you?

Laughing, grabbing a grilled poiton without any thanks.

As he mouthed the dish, your sill opened his eyes as if surprised.

"That's not bad. Yeah, this is Sim's cooking."

"Yes, is that exactly my hometown dish with Sim's vanilla?"

"Right. Actually, we don't get a lot of Sim customers either. Jagal customers are a tease, but look, the Sims don't have the power to be afraid of the wildlings in the west, do they? So the Sims who are traveling alone will use a lodging like ours."

Put a round arm together and lean your neck deeper into thought.

"But is Sim's vanilla more expensive than Myrmu's or something? Is it the kind of price we can handle?

"Yes, it may be a little more expensive than other dishes, but I think if you finish it with juice or something, you can even get the price off"

"In juice? You're gonna dilute this guy with hot water?

"Yes. If you divide it with Giva stock and add a little seasoning, it shouldn't lose its flavor. When the basic flavor is complete, you're going to study the area as well, aren't you?... And since this is a highly flavored dish, isn't it possible to sell a smaller quantity for a lower price?

"Oh, maybe that's true. But can we cook this weird and appalling dish ourselves?

"Don't worry about that around there. If you make something here that will be under flavor, all you have to do is pair it with simmered vegetables and meat. There's nothing hard about that."

"Right. Then it might be worth a try."

My father calls out to my father in a grumpy manner.

"Am I supposed to make such a cheap deal? Nobody might order this smelly dish, huh?

"Isn't that when we just have to stop buying up? If you don't try it, you won't know how it turns out."

Originally, this Kami-san was the heir to the Westwind Pavilion, and Samus, flowing from the land, was dressed there as his son-in-law.

"Isn't it worth a try," said Sil, a muscled merchant, laughing forcefully.

"I've never eaten anything like this before. So I still don't know for sure if it's delicious, but this rare dish would make it a reputation. So far, all the dishes Asta taught me are delightful with this, so I guess I don't have a hand in saying no within the time I don't even try it?

Samus has a soggy face and puts his head on me again.

"But I kind of got itchy eating this guy, didn't I? Isn't this Sim's vanilla poison?

"Oh, I think that's sweating. Sweating is good for your body, and since sweating lowers your body temperature, you think this kind of dish would suit you in a land as warm as Genos, right?

"You're a know-it-all and a good businessman, Asta."

Your mother laughed a lot and leaned down to my ear.

"For one thing, I want you to be Yumi's son-in-law. Then my shop would be cheap too."

"Hey, I'm not talking to you in front of the pavilion owner."

"I didn't say a tiny thing.... As a joke right now, I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of flavor this guy finishes with, Asta."

"Yes, thank you"

As a token of my gratitude, I decided to resign from Westwind Pavilion.

Physically, it should be time to close the time limit.

"Oh, you're leaving already? We'll talk slowly sometime, won't we, Asta?

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow then. Thank you for today."

Get on the unpopular table and breathe.

In the meantime, the mission in Accommodation Town was completed with this.

"You kind of feel like you're getting a lot of work stuck, don't you?

Sheila-Lou, who has been quiet all along, calls me that way.

"Not only is it ridiculous, but Asta also drills about Gibba's head cooking, right? Besides, it's unlikely that you can prepare for a dinner party in Castle Town - if you were yourself - to do all this work at the same time."

"Really? I'm not bitter about this."

But maybe it's because the mood is still daunting that I even stepped into the taste of 'Giva Curry', which I haven't even finished yet.

against the encounter with Mim, and against a Vulcan figure yet to be seen.

As for the dinner party in Castle Town, it had already been acknowledged by the chiefs.

Tomorrow we are scheduled to visit Count Turan's residence in order to taste new ingredients.

And I just checked, and Michelle still had a reputation for a cook named Varcus.

I've only counted that dish, but that's not a hundred cooks - that's what Michelle used to say.

Now it would be more impossible to talk about not dawning.

Maybe I'll be face-to-face with that Vulcan tomorrow.

With Mim, I was able to gain strength.

What would meeting Varcus do to me?

Besides, I'm not looking forward to Michelle teaching me how to make smoked meat.

No matter how hasty I am, I've had so much fun these days.

"But first, it's a celebration of Dan-Rutim. It's time to get back to everyone, Sheila-Lou, as it will fit by the end of the stall business."

"Yeah," she nodded, along with Sheila-Lou, and I stepped out.

Today's long day was only half over.