Isekai Ryouridou

"Come on, how long is this?"

After that, Mother Meer Ray herself was to serve as the guide.

Sheila-Lou, Lara-Lu and Tito Min, as well as the two Zazas for their guests, were encouraging the next day. Tomorrow's dedication was not a laborious' giva burger 'but a' meermoo grill ', which is why the work is already at an end.

"Oh, you're really here. Welcome to Lew's house, Chick Tara"

Lara-Luu, who was moving Myrmu's pickled juice into a leather bag, laughs more at Tara. Tara, still frightened by the aftermath of Donda-Lou's power, smiled back with joy.

"That's a little narrow for this number of people. I'll be leaving when I'm done with my job, so just wait a minute."

When Grandma Tito Min called out like that, Dora's father waved, "No, no, no."

"We're the ones bothering you, so you don't have to worry about that. I'm making a big deal out of you in the corner, so don't worry about it. Just stay where you are."

"Right. But these days, my younger daughters are keen on what kind of work, so I'm going to pull you in."

With a gentle grin as usual, Grandma Tito Min left with a giant iron pan in her hands. I guess I went to wash the dirt.

"You look so much nicer than my grandmothers," my father ears to Tara as he drops him off behind.

In the meantime, I've decided to finish my visit.

We'll all split and cut the meat we left at the Lou's house. It won't take much longer because it's just a bottom preparation so that tomorrow morning's work can proceed efficiently. When Easter arrives, these tasks will be daunting.

When those tasks were coming to an end, two members of the Zaza family called me "Asta".

"This is the number of people, so we're going to go outside, too. … but I would like to let you see in what way Fa and Luu are deepening their ties to the people of the town, and that as the people of the Zaza family"

"Okay. If you like, just take a tasting."

"... thank you for your warmth"

It is a tough and always annoying Sphilla-Zaza at my age, but since I saw him snuggling at Tour-Din's confectionery, the sense of bad taste that remained in me was also to be overwhelmed.

Whether those moods were on the table or not, Sphyla-Zaza left with his family for a longer time with a more modest face than usual.

"Well. About two minutes from here, we all always have study groups. It's time to think about new contributions and reconsider the use of ingredients."

I proclaimed it that way, looking around at the people on the spot.

Even if two of the Zazas went outside, eight returned from the boarding town, Sheila-Lou and Lara-Lou, and Meer Ray's mother and Limi-Lou. Plus, six guests, more than usual.

"Today, I think I'm going to think a lot about the ingredients for the banners I've been shelving for a long time"

"Banaam ingredients?

"Yes, I've been asked by a man named Wellhide, a mission from Banaam, to come up with a new idea for the use of banaam fuwanos, fruit liquor and vinegar."

"Heh, are you even asked to work by such a spare town? Asta is a big deal."

And Dora's father laughs happily.

"Well, it's like a commercial vendetta if you try and make me sell Poitan, but you can't even complain about Asta's job. I'll show you what I mean by a hostile inspection."

"It's okay. I don't think Banaam's Fuwano can be a commodity, at least in an accomodation town where Poitan is becoming the mainstream, as it becomes more expensive than the fuwano it carries. … that's why Wellhide wants us to narrow down our customers to Castle Town only and think about something new."

As I said, I let him take the powder of the fuwano that was packed in the bag in a wooden dish.

"Take a look. This is Banaam's Fuwano."

It is a powder of fuwano with dark gray, slightly coarse particles.

The women by the woods have seen it many times already, so only the guests have raised their voices that impressed them.

"Yeah. That doesn't look like a very tasty shade."

"Right. But apparently, the nutritional value is higher than Genos' fuwano. Banaam's, especially the noble ones, don't eat almost vegetable-like vegetables. They seem to be spending their days just with this fuwano and caron meat and milk."

"Well, is it true that Fuwano has Ariami nutrition?

"I don't have anything else to imagine because I don't know the health of the people of Banaam, but as far as I'm listening to Wellhide, that's probably what this is all about. Whatever, the pasture, the staple food of the caron, is very fertile, and if you're not so careful, you can't even reach the extra fields."

"Oh, so vegetables were considered rare in Doug"

And, mime hits his hand with a convincing face.

"But you can't fill Caron's belly without that rich pasture. So no one in Genos tries to grow carons, and not many vegetables are made in Doug or Banaam."

"Sounds like that. I guess it was too obvious for the Doug people to even explain it to us."

With all due respect, I'm getting ready.

"But it seems that this black fuwano and vegetables are eaten at the same time in the upper class of the banner, so they're too nutritious to break their bodies. That's why they wanted me to think about using it without worrying about the combination… I've been thinking about something a little out of the ordinary because if I rub a very good dish with this, it risks affecting the sale of other vegetables, rather than Poitan"

If I had, it would have been a bit of a headache because I couldn't have sacrificed the lives of the Dalaim people headed by Dora's father for the trade between Banaam and Genos.

"Well in conclusion, it's like pasta I made before... speaking of which, you haven't revealed it to everyone in town yet, have you? Pasta is a new dish from Fuwano, made by mixing Poitan, Kimmus eggs, etc."

"Oh, did you feed that guy to the guys in Castle Town?

"Yes. I'm going to have it for you all this evening.... So you also thought to mix this black fuwano flour with poitan and rub a dish similar to pasta. If this is accepted in Castle Town, you can sell Poitan as much as you want, so it's a bargain, right?

"Oh, you just can't hear me coming over from Castle Town to Poitan. If that happens, we'll have to expand the field more and more."

Dora's father said that to me with a delightful face.

While I smile back at you, I get into practice.

"This black fuwano flour is more blurry in texture than the white fuwano in Genos, isn't it? Considering that the stirrups are coarse, cloudy and nutritious, perhaps they are ground differently, in addition to the different properties of the original. Well, I don't even know how the fuwano is ground, so I'm just imagining.... Anyway, I thought that using this viscous texture, you could cook something different than pasta."

"Heh. But Poitan's with you for blurring out more than regular fuwanos, right? If you mix that up, you're gonna blur it, aren't you?

It's Yumi who's been eating up like that.

This would be a statement from pure curiosity, as expensive ingredients are repelled in the Westwind Pavilion.

"No, still, it was closer to my ideal than making it with black fuwano powder alone. I'll make it so you can taste it."

"Of course! It's like I'm here for that!

Yumi seems to be getting a lot better too.

On the side, I blended black fuwano flour with poitan flour.

The ratio is 1: 4, with more black fuwano flour. Mix it quickly instead of rubbing it in with thin water there.

Since it is not pasta, neither the eggs of Kimmus nor the oil of Leten are required. Pour in a small amount of water anyway while tearing apart the powder that is likely to come soon.

When more than half of the total amount of powder is added, moisture is added to the whole, so when it reaches there, it will finally be done. At first, as you solidify it with your fist, once it's as hard as it is, now I'll fold it in again and again and carefully give it to you with my palm.

Once the dough has been safely finished that way, let it move over the plate with the beating powder and nod it with a stick.

When the dough is loose due to a 2 or 3 mm view, after adding more beating powder, beat into 4 pieces and cut using a pawnboard. The work around here is identical to pasta.

"All you have to do is boil and you're done, so I'll make the stock before then"

The stock is a mixed stock of smoked fish and dried seagrass, and the flavoring is tau oil and sugar. The use of fruit liquor as a hidden flavour is a little restful because there is no mirin or sake present.

"Is that the smoking of fish and seagrass that can be delivered from Wang Du? I don't suppose there will ever be more valuable ingredients used in Innkeeper Town."

and Terrier-Mass also spoke to the crackling.

There is no way you are greatly disturbed with so many forestside people in front of you. Face-to-face with Donda-Lou, I was relieved to see how she was supposed to get in the mood, which I didn't realize.

"But this is an ingredient that makes it easy to make delicious juices. If you can buy more quantities from Wang Du sooner or later, the value may also drop a little. I just want to put my hopes on the greats of Genos."

"I wouldn't have felt like putting my expectations on the aristocracy until now, but if you were my lord's second son, you might do something about it"

That's what your father said with a flamboyant smile.

Speaking of which, two regular people are quiet, and looking back, Mim and Michelle were watching my work with a serious, unobtrusive look.

Today they are, this study group is the real deal.

"Okay, here's the place to put the juice on. Sheila-Lou, please process later"

"Yes."

Sheila-Lou, who has already gone through the procedure, sprinkles water in a new pan and soaks the boiled pan there.

It is up to me to consider whether it would be easier to cool down given the ease of eating, although there are also ways to eat while it is warm.

"Now boil about as much noodles as you just did.... Oh, in my hometown, I used to call these fabrics dough."

While explaining, throw the noodles in the newly boiled pan. When throwing, loosen up, and after throwing, leave to splash with grigi vegetable chopsticks.

Time is, like, a couple of minutes.

Speaking of which, it is time to ask Pol Earth to buy an hourglass. I'm completely sense-dependent on cooking, but the hourglass will be a great gospel for Kamadoku by the woods.

"Once boiled, wash with water on the net. If you put that on a plate, it's done."

"Finished? Aren't you going to put it in the juice just now?

"Yeah. You eat this on the juice one bite at a time."

In short, this was a dish that mimicked the noodles.

Even the white fuwano flour of Genos can cook similar dishes. but as far as I was concerned, the white fuwano powder seemed suitable for pasta and udon, and the black fuwano powder for the side.

"I'm free to eat, though. In my hometown, I eat like this."

And I'll pinch my share with handmade chopsticks.

"But if it was difficult, I would eat it just like pasta with a wooden spoon broken into these three strands."

but if you want to eat buckwheat, I still want you to rinse it with chopsticks.

Now the pasta is still spreading the noodle dish on the skin, so I can't hope for it, but I wanted to try to spread the chopsticks a little bit.

"Heh, you don't use meat or vegetables at all. At best, it's about simmering dried fish and seaweed."

"Yes. In my hometown, a lot of people could finish their noon snacks with this dish alone, but I'm sure it won't be enough for the people of Genos. I don't think meat and vegetables are going to lose sales, as they've always been."

I'll give Rimi-Lou and the others a hand in transferring the dishes to the plates for the number of people, and I'll try to answer that.

"I don't think this is enough for all of you, but try to taste it as you imagine there's something wrong with this"

It is finally tasting time.

Forestside members, already experienced in tasting, spoke well of Fuwano buckwheat under the pasta guidelines. It was a project that had been postponed on a trip to Doug and one of the Sauti families, but I still have a history of revealing this at a study group about twice already.

In it, Raina-Lou and Sheila-Lou and Limi-Lou and Tour-Din were challenged to handle the chopsticks.

Raina-Lou et al. from an unobtrusive exploratory mind, Rimi-Lou said, "The way Asta eats looks better!" So he seemed to work on spreading the culture of chopsticks that I advocate.

So, there are six guests.

It was Yumi who raised his voice first.

"Interesting, this! I don't think it's Fuwano or Poitan!

"Right. Too much juice makes the flavor thicker, but I think it's usually delicious food."

And Dora's father also strikes an acquaintance.

Michelle was the one with the difficult face.

"This is a monstrous dish. Seems like it's just bothering to make it harder to eat fuwano...... but I guess it's because it's so thinly cut that it creates this kind of texture...... for one thing, it's hard to twist your thoughts out right now"

"But this juice is delicious! I think smoking fish and seagrass is a great ingredient after all because it can produce such a deep flavor just by simmering for such a short time!

Guests who were supposed to jump over the pasta and suddenly eat this fuwano buckwheat were, after all, pretty much hungry.

Well, the order has gone back and forth, but I think you'll probably taste some pasta for dinner this evening.

"I think this would also go well with the way I try adding vanilla, crushing dried kiki fruit and putting it in, or sprinkling grated gigo, but I'm still studying there. In the meantime, I'm thinking about giving Banaam people a taste of it."

"Ma, if they were from Castle Town, I wonder if they'd be interested in these dishes. If you need Poitan for this dish, I'll spread out the fields."

In your father's words, the revelation of black fuwano flour went hand in hand with an end.

Next up are the fruit liquor from the banaam when it comes to white wine and the mammalian vinegar when it comes to wine vinegar.

"You're already completely familiar with Yumi when it comes to this white mammalian vinegar."

"Yeah! It's just a little expensive, but it'll taste better without mayonnaise! Customers who order yakiyaki only are all thrilled"

"The red and black Mammalian vinegar sold in Genos is rich in acidity and flavor, but because its flavor intensity can destroy the flavor, you think there are dishes that are suitable and unsuitable"

In other words, white mammalian vinegar closer to vinegar is exceptionally more user-friendly for me than red mammalian vinegar closer to balsamic. Even "Vinegar Gibba" in "Kimmus's Tail Pavilion" I had already changed the Mammalian vinegar I use to one from Banaam.

"So, white fruit liquor is better, but I think this can normally be used in simmering dishes. As far as I'm concerned, I wonder if it suits Kimmus better than Gibba."

"Even the same fruit liquor tastes completely different. Um, new ingredients appear from next to next, and I'm going to fall."

Saying so, Mim had a very happy look on his face.

"Shall we then study simmering dishes with this fruit liquor for the rest of our time? It might be useful to flavor the juice."

So each of us decided to create a group and come up with an idea.

Dora's father is breathing all the time as he looks around at the sight.

"The Astas study cooking like this every day. Then you can cook delicious food."

"Yeah. Normally I'm busy with my daily work and I won't be able to take the time to get here. We've been able to make enough money out of the lodging town business, so we've been able to spend a lot of time."

"Right! My father supports me in my life, so I can devote my time to culinary studies."

Mim spoke that way, but I don't think it's such a brilliant thing.

Of course, it's Michelle who supports life in economic terms, but that's how it's supposed to be Mime doing the house job while his father vacates the house. I guess I spend the rest of my time studying cooking while doing everything by myself, not just cooking, but cleaning, laundry and daily buyouts. It's even more so because Michelle has a weak finger on her right hand.

I can lean that much enthusiasm towards cooking at the age of ten or there. Not only the sharp taste of paternal concessions and the knowledge of cooking inherited from the father, but I guess that's Mime's best qualities, I guess.

"Yo, it's a lot busier."

And he was called in from the outdoors by a pretense.

From the entrance between when it was open, Rudd-Lou glanced at his face.

"Ah, Rudd-Lou!" Tara, who nearly stepped out of her feet, stifles like a little.

I guess the huge black and brown presence behind Rudd-Lou has gotten into my eyes.

"Hey, you got home a lot early, didn't you?

"Uh, because Gibba was trapped by crackles. I just brought it out so Mundt wouldn't eat me."

"... you've caught Gibba," your father said, squeezing his expression and proceeding toward Rudd-Lou.

Yumi sparkled her eyes with curiosity, followed by Tara, a surprise, and Terrier-Mass, who had a serious face for it.

Rud-Luu had a grigi stick with Sin-Luu and his two brothers, hanging a 100-kilogram grade giva there.

I don't see any trauma other than traces of blood under my throat. I'm sure it's Gibba who was able to drain blood successfully.

Dora's father breathed heavily in a strange way, "Ugh."

"Hey, this guy is a fine giva... when was it, one turn bigger than the giva that hung in our trap"

"Wow, I've never seen Giva before! Wow. Is this going to turn into such delicious meat?"

Members other than your father must be the first to see this. As impressed as Yumi is, Tara is frightened and Terrier-Mass stares at Gibba's giant as she holds her own body.

"If you get stabbed with a horn like this, you don't have one! Hey, hey, did you guys catch this guy?

"Hmm? I just pulled it up and slit my throat hanging from the pit, so I don't care who handles it.... I mean, you, who is it?

"What? When you guys were escorting Asta, you were face-to-face a few times! I wouldn't have named you after Sora, but come on."

Yumi says dissatisfied, Rudd-Lou tilts his "hmm" and his little nook.

"Well no. I have to go back to the woods after skinning this guy. I'm going to Fa's house at night too, so let me say hello then."

"Yeah? You caught this big guy and you're headed to the woods again?

"Oh, because it's time for the giva to be down around here. You hunt around while you can."

Dora's father takes a big, heavy breath again.

"Take care and do your job for me. Let me pray to Selva that Rud-Lu and the others will return safely."

"Thank you."

I guess I'm still in hunter mode a lot. He didn't burn his eyes, but Rudd-Lou felt tougher than usual.

That's how when Rudd-Lou, along with the silent Sin-Lou, hides himself in the demolition room, an even bigger shadow emerges from across the building in its replacement.

Really, Yumi said, "Yikes!," he screamed, more importantly, hugging me.

"Oh, oh, that guy! How could he be in here like this!?

It was Mida, who also carried a 100-kilogram class of giva alone.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu and exhale, Mida cursorily approaches.

"No, that Mida was also sentenced to sin and was to live as a family member of the Lew family. It's okay because I don't do violent imitations anymore."

It was Mida and Dodd, not Zazz-Sung and others, who had given concrete fear to the Accommodation Town in recent years.

Yumi, who has the experience of running into that mida in the street, couldn't quite try to get away from me when I explained.

"Asta... I failed to drain blood...?

And Mida speaks up in the same way.

"The corner flew away somewhere too... and Mida, I'm sorry...?

So when Mida turned to the side with it, Yumi hugged me with such a strong force.

The gibberish had blown half its head, rather than its horns.

"Did Mida do this? You don't even use Gibbs' fruit, but it's amazing, right?

"Yeah... but I can't use it in business because I failed to drain blood...?

"Still, the most important thing would be hunting for even one giva, right? I'm sure it's the end of the line to spare meat and horns. Mida did a fine job."

"I wonder if so..."

After stopping the movement for a while, Mida quickly shivered her cheekmeat.

I suppose you were probably happy, but Yumi's going to jam my torso with the cunt.

"Hey, Mida! If you hang these guys, you're going back to the woods, so get the job done!

That's how Mida, called by Rud-Lew, disappeared into the demolition room with a twinkle: "Bye..."

"Ugh. It was a surprise, so I almost lost my hips. I'm sorry, Asta, can you just hold on a little longer?

"Ugh, yeah. Recover as soon as you can, okay?

Then the previously silent Terrier-Mass quietly approached us.

"Asta. You said the sins were judged, but what sins and punishments did the people by the woods as much as just now commit?

"Is it Mida? He was working a great sin. Sung's main house blood muscle meant that he was cut off from all his family and Mr. was going to lose it too. If you live correctly like this, you will be given Mr. Lew, but until then, you will not be allowed to marry your wife."

"Really..."

"Yes, he is. Yeah, I can see him. He's still a lot younger, and he has nothing to do with the felony that Sung's predecessor parents worked for. They vandalized the grace of the woods, and in the boarding town they worked lawlessness such as breaking stalls, but no human being could tell us it was an evil deed, and it was Cycleus' order that they were letting sin go wild, so the people by the woods believe that if they could live the rest properly, sin would be redeemed,"

Terrier-Mass nodded small, keeping his eyes hidden in his eyelids.

"I see. I suppose the people by the woods who punish such young people, who are not involved in the great crime, are tougher inside than the people in the town."

That's what Dora's father said to take it back.

"Right," he snapped, then Terrier-Mass opened his eyelids.

"I'm still confused and I won't let you say it in words well...... I'm so glad I came to the woodland settlement today"

That said, Terrier-Mass smiled on his face, even though he was hung up.