Isekai Ryouridou

That was how the sun reached Jomtien, and the meat of Gibba and the meat of Kimmus were to be safely cooked up.

"Thank you for waiting! Please feel free to bring it!

When I called it that way, the people who were hissing on the streets crowded with tremendous momentum.

As Yumi said, by then there were already a lot of people overflowing with more liveliness than usual.

Travelers from the south and east, or people from the west who have flown from other towns as well - and people living in Genos who have taken a break from commerce.

With the fruit liquor already sifted, all the people were cheerful than usual.

From all over the street, you can say, "To the Sun God! ♪ The voices are sounding forever ♪

After the "Gibba's Round Grill" was cooked up, he finished the fire bowl, set the ceiling with no holes in the stall, and laid the leaves of the gonumoki to make it a workbench so that it would not get dirty. That's how I cut the freshly baked meat with iron skewers and meat cutting knives, but even as I proceeded with my working hands with Tool-Din and the two of them, the meat I put on the large plate disappeared from the next to the next.

People bring their own dishes, wooden spoons, iron skewers, etc. Apparently, Kimmus' meat was not only roasted round but also sifted as juice, and people were seen scrubbing the juice from the wood dishes as they walked.

The Blue Sky Dining Room, which is usually used exclusively by customers who bought Giva dishes, was also freed up unlimited today.

People in line there are singing out loud blessings, or songs from this world that I don't know about. I'm sure it's a song that glorifies the Sun God. It was a brave, yet somewhere pastoral, melody filled with a strange sense of homecoming.

"Is everyone better off?

Calling to the left and right stalls, he said, "Yes!" The cheerful voice returns.

Raina-Lou was stuck in Limi-Lou's stall, and Sheila-Lou was stuck with me about Lara-Lou's stall in the dismantling of meat cooked by the two of us.

The meat is cooked softly and can be easily removed from the bone. but in order to be hot and not be able to touch my hand directly, it becomes very difficult.

But after all, the broiled meat looked delicious without complaint.

The vegetables stuffed in my stomach are also moist and cooked while losing moisture. Among other things, Ma Guigo, which resembles Chacci and Satoimo, is a mollusc finish, and would be where covetousness cannot be forbidden without Rudd-Lou.

"Hey, I knew you were making a lot of noise, Asta"

And when I gave him a face because he called him that way, Dora's father stood smiling.

Behind it, I can see not only Tara, but also her two sons and wives.

"I delivered vegetables to a familiar inn, so today's work is over. And then we'll have a lot of fun."

If you look closely, your father's face had already been stained with alcohol.

There, Dan-Rutim, who was making a scene in the streets, also returns.

"Oh, isn't it Dora! That was a long time ago!

"Hey, Dan-Rutim. To the Sun God!

They pounded a wood plate and a drink cup, and drank it hanging over them.

More than last night, it looks like fun.

"Asta, I'm hungry too! I need you to split up Giva's meat!

"Yes, I have Dan-Rutim's share left."

I sliced the right half of the flesh out of my hand.

The bones were not removed, and as we arranged them on a large plate, it was in the hands of Dan-Rutim and the Dora family.

Even though it had not yet been half an hour, Gibba's body had already become 70% weak but boneless.

Originally 30 km, it would have been reduced to 22 or 3 km now with lost moisture and fat, but it is nevertheless no less high pace than a feast at the Lew family. Even in the left and right stalls, they struggled a little slower to cut than I did, but they still seemed to eat half of them.

"That's really amazing busy. The inn area was busy, but I think this north end is the busiest in the stall area."

Your son upstairs said that with a gentle laugh.

Tara is rushing to Limi-Lew's stall to deliver the meat she receives from it to Yumi's stall.

Really, it was more noisy than usual.

The streets have been filled with humans. This would make it possible to rate the feast by the woods as unbeatable enthusiasm.

Sometimes there were drunkards working with each other, but such noise would soon be put away by the guards. The patrols of the guards have also intensified, with more people out than usual.

"Oh, no, I totally missed it. Do you have any money left for Atashi?

and even "A Seat of Gamlay" appeared there.

There are five of them: Pinot the Light Industrialist, Doga the Phantom Man, Nachara the Whistler, Shantu the Beast Man, and Dillo the Long Man who has yet to be revealed what art he has.

"Welcome. We still have it."

"I'm glad about that. Especially if it's delicious."

"Got it. Are there no other people here?

"Oh, I don't like eating things in public, I don't like being busy with the artist's kushi, I'm having a lot of bigotry and it's difficult. These people don't like it when it's dark and dried meat."

Is even eight out of thirteen such bigots?

Speaking of which, I don't even feel like there are more introverted or shady humans instead of artists.

"Oh, you're such an old man as a beast man! Aren't those delightful beasts together?

When Dan-Rutim, who was sipping alcohol with his father, called him that way, Chantu smiled with a flamboyant grin on his squiggly face.

"If you let those things out of the tent, the guards will scold you. So. We're grabbing the meat from Kimmus that hasn't been cooked over there."

"That's pathetic in a cramped life! If you are such powerful beasts, you will want to run around in a more spacious place!

"It's only been while I was in town. We give you freedom when you're not threatening anyone else on your journey."

Dan-Rutim's sociability was really a big deal.

Rudd-Lou and Rau-Rais, for example, also have the eyes of Giza-Lou, or they want to see the streets without leaving the stalls. Still, sometimes people on the road seemed to call out, and Rudd-Lou was laughing with pleasure.

Afterwards, the instrument was brought out by the pinots who indulged in Giva meat, which greatly delighted the people.

Instead of Shantu, little boys Zan and the twins show up and exotic music is played. When a song praising the Sun God was played in some of its tracks, people chanted it alongside their voices.

"Hey, but Giva's meat was so delicious!

And one of the people who had grabbed the giva meat, which had only a few left, had raised his voice that way.

One of a group of western people with ivory skin.

"We arrived in Genos last night. I came out here because I had a reputation in the inn, but no, I was really surprised."

"Really? We usually open stalls from noon, and on holidays like today we open our shops at night, so come if you like."

"Oh, we were visiting Genos about six months ago. From that time on, I knew there was a Giva culinary stall out there."

The man grinned as he raised a large metal drink cup.

"At that time, I barely thought I could eat Giva's meat or something, but this guy was shallower on us. If you want to leave the store tonight, I'll drop by."

"Yes, thank you"

I guess not many people say this is their first giva dish. Seeing it, Raina-Lou and Sheila-Lou were also more voiced by people than usual.

"It's really, really busy, what's Easter in Inn Town"

And now I can be called from behind.

You've been quietly watching our lines the whole time, it's Gazran-Rutim.

"And you'll also be amazed at how the people of the west are doing. It was a lot of crackling down on me going down to Inn Town, too."

"Yeah, it's going to seem extra like that because there's only going to be people around here who aren't afraid of the people by the woods."

"Even so, it has never been conceivable that with all these hunters in place, we can barely turn our eyes to fear. Aren't you familiar with your father, Dan, as if he were a member of the people of the town?"

"I think that's the beauty of Dan-Rutim's character"

I laughed unexpectedly and Gazran-Rutim smiled loosely.

Behind us like that, Giza-Lou and Sphilla-Zaza stand side by side.

I wonder how the hell they're feeling watching this sight.

And what thoughts do their fathers also hold in their hearts in the forestside settlements, awaiting their return?

In order to achieve a richer life, the people by the forest should sell the meat of Giva in the town of Genos - it is at the next Conference of Parents that the vernacular vernacular presented by me and Ai-Fa will be questioned.

The day of that ruling was also supposed to be approaching six months later.

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"Now let's go back to the woods."

"Gibba's Whole Grill" was to be eaten by the people of the town without waiting for a moment downstairs to add too much meat.

There was a desire to enjoy the atmosphere of the festival a little more, but we will be visiting the Inn Town again in the evening, and we need to prepare for it.

Besides, even on the road back from the outdoor area to the Kimmus' Tail Pavilion, we could enjoy the atmosphere of the festival.

As the eldest brother of the Dora family said, the busiest part of the outdoor area seemed to be around our stalls, but still there is a crowd in the sparsely opened stalls. So, when I crossed there and arrived in the inn area, I could see how busy it was.

In most inns, chairs and tables were served outside the store, where people were making noise. Kimmus, who was roasted at the inn, will be served to the outdoor table from next to next. Just for this day's sake, I couldn't imagine how many Kimus had been smeared.

And the house is decorated with a red flag that you don't usually see. I guess that is also another lesson of the people of the town who bless the Sun God. The street was filled with aromas of roasted meat and fruit liquor, as if the whole town were intoxicated.

It was such a tremendous noise that neither did our figure, which drew three stalls and two luggage cars, attract that much attention.

Still, not all people reacted hypersensitively because they were accompanied by all seven hunters who lowered their swords. There was a certain number of people who stood still a little or were about to take off the earthen bottle of fruit liquor.

In that, only for a moment did the pressing air come to pass when the toddlers, who were running through the crowd, were about to hit Ziza-Lou.

Of course, Giza-Lou dodged it before it hit him, but one of the toddlers, surprised by its agile behavior, fell off the edge.

Ziza-Lou looked down at the toddler with his eyes as thin as thread.

It is Giza-Lou who looks smiling even if he is not laughing. but he is over 180 cm tall, has a muscularly rounded physique and wraps around the hunter's clothes freshly. From the perspective of a toddler who rolled on the ground, it must have been more intimidating than the big man Doga from me.

As a result, the toddler was to distort his face to fear.

The moment the cry was about to be released from its little mouth, it was Rudd-Lou who held it back from behind.

"You, if you're running, look right in the front. If Totos kicks you, you're gonna get hurt badly, okay?

With tearful eyes, the toddler looks back at Rudd-Lou.

Rud-Lew showed his white teeth in their usual condition and snapped that head to a sneeze.

"Don't let a man cry about this. Did it hurt anywhere?

"Uh, you're squeezing your knees. You're bleeding."

And Lara-Luu, away from the stall, also leans in front of the toddler.

At that time, the crowd rushed by a magnificent woman.

"Oh, oh, you know, that's my kid..."

"Oh well. I think I've injured my knee, so don't give him a hand before the bad wind comes in."

Rudd-Lou laughed at you, too.

Even as a folk by the woods, he is Rudd-Lou with an exceptionally attractive smile. The woman turned into a crying look like she was stuck with a blue face, hugging my child with her hands.

"You guys, if you want a chase, do it in a bigger place, okay?

When Rudd-Lou called on the other toddlers who were standing still, the children smiled as well.

I breathe relief and start pushing the stall forward again.

Rudd-Lou walked as he came hand in hand behind his head, and Giza-Lou felt himself staring at that little figure.

"Wow, the Mass house is so busy, too, huh?

As Kimmus' Tail Pavilion approached, Rimi-Lou raised his voice that way.

"House Mass" is an unfamiliar call, but, well, I guess it's not wrong. If you try it on the Limi-Lu people, perhaps the other western people who do not have Mr. are more strange beings.

All in all, Kimmus's Tail Pavilion was also busy.

The inn, unless his master is so grubby, gives him chimus, fruit liquor, and bronze coins from the castle of Genos, and has the role of bewitching them to the people. Here again, tables and chairs were put out on the road, and most of all the people in the west had a pleasant voice.

"Oh, have the Astas already judged Giva meat? Good luck!

It was the master of the pot shop who called me that way, and it was the master of the cloth shop sitting across from it. These are the oldest regulars who have known each other since the opening of the stall with the introduction of Dora's father.

"That giva meat was extraordinarily good again! I only got one cut because it's bad for the others, but if possible, I wanted to eat them full!

"Thank you. See you on Jomtien Day."

"Of course I'm coming! Oh, everyone in the Lew family is tired too!

If you are regular people, you are reminded that the Giva food stalls have been goodwill divided between the Fa and Lu families since a certain time. The familiar Raina-Loux were also smiling back and greeting their husbands.

"Oh, Asta. And good luck with Raina-Lou."

And Terrier-Mass, who brought the food out of the inn, also greeted us with a smile.

What was on the large wooden plate was still the whole roasted kimus, and from there there there were sweet and spicy aromas of tau oil and myrmu.

In stalls such as Yumi's, just salted meat was roasted round, but each seemed to have its own ingenuity in the round roasting served in the inn.

That material cost will come before me, but making a difference there will surely hit the sales activities of the accommodation. The fruit liquor was also properly transferred to the liquor cup and divided by fruit juice and the like.

"Earlier Jagal customers asked me if I had served Giva's meat. Apparently, in" The Great Tree Pavilion in the South, "you were sifting through Gibba's meat with Kimmus."

"Huh? Of course you don't take copper coins, right?"

"Yes, it seems to have been very busy because of that."

You mean like us, you sifted all the way to Gibba Meat for free and appealed to people the name of "The Great Tree Pavilion of the South"?

After all, in the merchant soul's mess, Naudis seems to be missing one head.

"I'm sorry, can you keep the stall in front of the warehouse? I'll clean it up when my hands are free."

"Got it. See you in the evening."

That's how we returned the stalls and went all the way to a settlement by the woods.

I went back to the settlement about a little around a moment down the road, and the long day of today is not over yet. From here until dusk, even prepare under street and inn dishes.

After Easter, the dishes to be wholesaled into the inn were to be handed down in rotation.

Speaking today, Fa's house will receive the dishes of the "Xuan Ong Pavilion" and Lu's house will receive the dishes of the "Tail Pavilion of Kimus" and "The Great Tree Pavilion of the South". Put it down for a day and one of them will have two stores.

After all, it's a lot of effort to have three stores together, so I was wondering if we should keep this rotation even after Easter.

Whatever it is, it is the start of the work.

The "Sautéed Giva Arabiata Style" to be wholesaled in the "Xuanrong Pavilion" is 60 meals, the "Poitan Roll" to be used in the stalls is 160 meals, the "Carbonara of Giva and Nanar" is 200 meals, and the "Stewed Tarapa" on the daily menu is 120 meals, and more, and in the rest of the time, we must also proceed to make curry vegetables and pasta.

But well, in this, 'Poitan Wrapped' and 'Carbonara with Giva and Nanar' are menus to finish locally, so we'll figure it out. The work on the baked Poitan was left to the leftovers, and the "Poitan Roll" sauce is finished within yesterday. So while the amount of pasta involved in preparing was as good as ever, "Poitan Rolls" and the daily menu set out to increase the meal by twenty.

Incidentally, "stewed tarapa" was an Italian-style stewed dish.

Today the menu of the Lew family was "Giva's Mothpot" and "Myrmu Grill," so I don't even fear wearing a tarrapa. So I decided to deal with Tarapa dishes to a large extent.

The base tarapa sauce is a further refinement to the old-fashioned recipe, where the minced aria and myrmu are sautéed in the oil of leten, then simmered with tarapa and fruit liquor to taste with salt and pico leaves. Tau oil and sugar were used for the concealed flavor, plus what seemed closest to basil with shim vanilla.

The parts of the meat are roses and momomo, cut out to a large extent with 60 grams of sight at a time. It's salt and pico leaves, then just cook the surface, and then simmer in the sauce.

Vegetables behave in an unbeatable manner as well as "Teriyaki Stew": Aria, Tino and Nennon, Rohyoi, Ma Pra and Chang.

More notably, after serving on a plate, it is planned to add a grind of Gamma cheese.

The dishes of the Talapa subjects were ancient stews served at the feast of Rutim, and those that had been loaded with drills since the days of "Giba Burger," the first menu of stalls.

It is also the most familiar menu for me, an unfamiliar tool, using unknown ingredients and continuing to cook with trial and error.

The Raina-Lou and the others devised a wonderful dish called 'Teriyaki Stew' based on such a tarapa sauce.

And I was inspired by my desire to create a tarapa sauce that seemed like my best, in the spirit of the moment.

Still, even if the customers who ate this ate the Lew family stew or 'Giva Burger' the next day, they wouldn't feel it was enough.

That's how I believed in it, so I could offer my pride in cooking, too.

For me, even Raina-Lou and Sheila-Lou are so invisible that they can no longer be beaten by Mime or Varcus.

I want to cook the best dishes I can and incise with everyone.

With that in mind, I worked so hard that day.

"... that sounds fun, it's Asta"

And, where I was boiling down the contents of the iron pan, I am called upon to do so by Ai-Fa.

Ai-fa, who had nothing else to exchange besides carrying the load, sat down on which side of the body from earlier to watch me work.

"Oh, of course it's fun, but what's wrong with that?

"I don't care. Until I mentioned it sounds fun because it sounds fun."

I wondered if I was mourning my inability to fulfill my job as a hunter for a moment, but I-Fa had an unexpectedly gracious look.

What's going on, my chest sticks around.

"... Sounds kind of fun to you too, Ai-Fa?

"Hmm? If my family is happy, I'm happy too. I don't need to tell you that now."

The leaking sun plunges in and the golden brown hair shines brightly.

Hi. Since last night, I-Fa has been polished with charm, making me uncomfortable.

But I'm happy, and I'm restless with a sweet feeling.

(I knew I was...)

You love eye-fa stuff, and such obvious thoughts blow your chest over like a hot air.

So time passed steadily, and the next job was approaching appropriately.