Isekai Ryouridou

"Look, we're having a treat today."

With a cheerful voice, his companions, daughters and sons' daughters arrange dishes on the table. Watching the appearance, Balan let him respond "uhm".

This is the house of Balan, in Nerwia. Today was a grand dinner to rekindle the balan that finally made it back from Genos.

The hall has been filled with humans because they have even invited neighbors. Everyone seemed to be a breath disaster during all three months when Balan was away from his hometown.

Of course, the facades of the architects, who have spent three months together, have returned to their respective homes. If you're a person with a family, I'm sure there's a similar sight unfolding in every house. Even the architects of Balan, who work in towns everywhere, left their homeland for so long, once a year.

"I'm not coming back after my scheduled day, so I was whimpering that you were attacked by a burglar along the way. Sounds like a disaster. Above all, Balan!

My father, an assemblyman who has been around since childhood, smiles and squeezes his shoulders. You too, let Balan say "um".

"Oh, my God, even though you're facing the crackle, you look embarrassed. Is there something wrong with us?

"That's not quite true. This face was born."

Balan just wasn't comfortable being picked up by the lead in these places. But my family and neighbors are sincerely delighted with Balan's return, so I can't blame it on him. As a result, he often became silent on the top of the Buddha.

"Hey, you wouldn't have had a clue about this job over here, would you?

Speaking to one of my sons, he returns a cheerful voice, "Of course you do".

"Even I'm not an apprentice kid forever. Even without my father, I had a stupid job in there, so I tried to do it all brilliantly."

"Hmm. You just hope you can't complain about a rain leak later, etc."

Balan used the architect as his family business, so he was telling his son the moves as well. While Balan was away from Nerwia, this first-born son, aged 24, and his second-best son, aged 19, were chopping up their work. His youngest daughter, aged 16, was preparing dinner with Balan's companion and first-born daughter-in-law.

My parents have already returned their souls, and my brother and sister have left the house, so this is everything in Balan's family. No child has yet been made between the eldest son and his wife, and the second son has not received his wife. My second son was more serious than my oldest son and his work arm was certain, but I guess he didn't have a lot of daughter-in-law help because he was baran-like unfathomable. It was also in the mid twenties that Balan married his companion.

"Thank you for waiting. I'll bring you another new dish when the plates are empty, so start with me first."

The guests were responding cheerfully to the cheerful voice of their partner. One of them smiles back at Balan.

"Well, say hello, my lord. This is a party to celebrate your safe return."

"Is there a greeting or something? What the hell am I supposed to tell you?

"Whatever you want, do it right. The food's gonna get cold, right?

I stood up with no choice but to sigh the balan.

"I can't think of anything like a thoughtful greeting. As much as you like, you should eat and drink and make noise.... Bless Jagal, the god of the earth"

"Bless you!," he repeats, and the men shake up the liquor cup. The women split the dishes one after the other at their disposal.

"Enjoy it. On the road, you didn't eat Loc's, did you?

"Uhm," while Balan also received the wood dish.

It is the simmering of the flesh of Kimmus. Tau oil, sugar and kel roots are used, sweet and spicy aromas tickle my nose. The meat was excited and skinned meat.

In Jagal, the meat is so expensive that pasture suitable for carons is difficult to grow. Frequently eaten were Kimus, wild birds, and seafood. Since Nerwia is an inland town, the fish and small shellfish that can be taken in the river, plus the red beetleworm meat called Maloria, were preferred.

Listening to the noise around him, Balan hits on Kimmus' skinned meat.

Kerr has roots and is quite spicy. However, it is common for the dark taste of tau oil. The amount of sugar was also a good reminder of Balan's taste.

Kimmus can also enjoy its oil content when it is skinned, so the taste is increasing. No one hated this gnarly texture, but Balan wasn't as good at sticking around.

It is the taste of Balan's house, which Balan knows well.

Balan's companion took over from his own mother, and since his dowry into this house, he has also been taught by Balan's mother to create this flavor. This is what Balan's house tastes like right now.

Balan opens Nyatta's sparkling liquor before putting his hands up on the next wood plate.

This is a juice dish. Aria and Shima and Chang are simmered with river fish. I rinsed the broth first and the maloria stock was tight.

Maloria boils every shell, and then its body is a staple in Jagal to loosen up and use in another dish. It's not bad as a juice dish ingredient, but it's boring with Malorian meat in Malorian broth. Today, the loose meat of Maloria was soothed with the oil and salt of Leten and coated with fuwano dough.

No matter which dish you eat, it tastes like Balan's house.

All taste relieved.

However, behind Baran's brain, an unusual thought had surfaced.

(... If it's Asta or the daughters by the woods, how do you finish this Maloria)

I can't take Maloria in the vicinity of Genos, so Asta and the others have never dealt with it. The rumor was that Maloria living in the sea, Mallory's dried food, could be handled, but that seems to be an expensive ingredient brought in from the far west king's capital, and not many people tried to use it in the boarding town.

(No, but we talked about the fact that Asta and the others use it frequently. Don't you use Mallory because you have extra meat)

The people of the woodland are meant to sell the meat of Gibba. The dried sea fish is as hard and hard as a piece of wood, so the story was that it is being shredded to make stock. I guess there's no use for Mallory's meat or anything other than having a lot of ingredients called Giva's meat.

(I use tau oil, sugar and kelp roots so brilliantly. Mallory or Mallory, I guess I can use as much as I want if that bothers me)

Caught in that thought, Balan continued his meal silently.

There, my eldest son's wife comes out of the cook with a large plate in her hand.

"Thank you for waiting. This is the giva meat my husband brought home."

Guests and family raise their voices as lively as possible.

It was told in advance that this dish would be served today.

In the large plate, the broth where Giva's dried meat was used was freshly hot.

Gibba's dried meat is hard, so it was supposed to be simmered in Balan's house.

The flavoring is naturally tau oil and sugar, and the corn ma-gigo and red ma-pla are simmered together. And the surface of the broth had a clear oil straining the membrane.

This is a gift from the people of the woods.

Last year it was a gift from Asta, but this year it's a gift from the people by the woods. It was prepared by the families involved in the feast.

The part of the meat is the foot. But unlike Karon, Giva's foot meat is stuck with plenty of fat, so even dried meat produces this much oil. The unique fragrance that emerged from it raised a shaky voice.

"Is this the rumored giva meat! I hate to say it, but it stinks!

"But the guys who came back from Genos, they kept their mouths shut and said Giva meat was delicious. I've been wondering how many of them are!

Since Nerwia is half a moon away in Totos from Genos, few other people go out with the Balans. But since Gibba's dried meat is worth a lot, and you can't buy it without negotiating with the people by the woods, very few humans take it home.

After all, dried meat is dried meat. The Astas also let me have something called "becon" every time, but it's a half-life state, so it's hard to bring it back to Nerwia. Last year and this year, "Baekong" became annoying in the first few days, and then he followed his way home while grabbing the hard dried meat.

But this time they had handed me a large amount of dried meat as a souvenir, so I could finally give my family a chance to mouth Giva meat as well.

I guess I used all of that to finish this juicy dish. Even with plenty of approximation to each person's wooden plate, some broth was still left on the large plate.

"Yeah. This is my dad's dick, Giva meat."

My eldest brother grinned slightly, dramatically stirring the broth of giva meat.

At the end of the day, shrug one slow shoulder.

"Sure, that sounds different than Kimmus or fish meat. What a mess, and the smell on my nose... I don't think it's such good meat."

"... that's what dried meat back in water is all about"

Balan also carried a wooden spoon to his mouth, answering on the top of the Buddha.

Indeed, it has a gnarly texture. Whether it's Kimmus or Karon, the dried meat I put back in the water usually has this kind of texture. In flattery, it was not a taste that could be described as superior.

The smell is the flavor of Giva meat, and it is not bitter for the current balan. However, when the texture was poor, the flavor was also felt extra, so much so that I thought that the dried meat of Kimmus might be better this way.

(I mean, it would be better if you just twisted it like that without simmering it. If it were, it would taste better than dried meat from Kimmus or Karon)

The others also rinse the broth without saying goodbye and with an unexpected face.

Then he spread his grin so that his eldest son's daughter-in-law could take it away.

"There are two kinds of meat used on this guy. The meat on the other side is small, but I felt better that way."

As the saying goes, another meat was sunk at the bottom of the wood dish.

Gibba's, it's intestinal meat.

Balan, who threw it into his mouth without anticipation, was to snort "Hmm".

This feels much better than regular dried meat.

Or it tasted close to Balan's known Giva dishes.

The intestinal meat returned with water has a similar texture to the "bubble-gum" sold in the stalls. It has a unique texture of chopped meat. And in it, the fat of Gibba was hidden abundantly.

Although the skin that wrapped the meat was highly elastic and difficult to eat, that would have sealed the taste of the meat and fat. It has an extraordinarily gibberish taste than regular dried meat. Balan, who spoke of it, was to have similar thoughts to his sense of homecoming.

In addition, those around them have now split their opinions in favor or against. "This is delicious! It seemed that the opinions were divided into two parts: those who praised it as" unnecessarily odd "and those who praised it.

(... I was the one who complained about Bubba last year)

But even then, complaining was more of a minority. The people of Jagal only had the habit of loosening up meat about Maloria, and this flavor is too much to eat. Even so, there were more people who regarded it as delicious.

Even on this occasion, it seemed that humans who regarded it as delicious were slightly more dominant.

Besides, I guess I was willing to shy away from Balan's house where he served the dishes. Even people with negative views never insisted so forcefully.

Of these, the most unrelenting was Baran's son.

"I knew this guy, too, tasted odd. I don't know why I can lift that much."

Farewell, Balan, who suffered from eclampsia, let him scowl at you.

"Your daughters made this dish out of giva meat that they didn't even know tasted like. So if this is gonna work, it's gonna be superior, right?

"Hmm? Is it because of the humans who made it, not because of the giva meat, that this guy tastes all the same?

"Nobody said that! If you don't like it, I hope you don't!

When Balan accidentally shouted out, his partner called him "Fair enough".

"Don't shout out loud in front of all these customers. This kid has no eyes for delicious things, so he goes to Genos every year, and you're just jealous."

"Hmm. I don't think you're jealous of any of these flavors. Aren't Genos folks tongue-in-cheek crazy that this stuff is sold at a higher price than Caron's dishes?

Balan was so outraged that he was about to rise from his chair.

From the side, the assemblyman's father whispers it.

"If it's a fight, you can do it when we get home. I don't want to see you guys make a scene on such a happy day."

"That's right. Balan is tired, so take care of yourself a little bit."

My eldest son's daughter-in-law also said, "Hmm," the eldest snorted, looking like that wasn't funny.

"From what I hear, the daughters by the woods are different. Outreach, wasn't that the Giva dish you were looking for?

"Whatever, you're an idiot. It's not like you don't know what kind of hardware this guy is."

Balan's partner pulled his son's head off.

"Well, you're talking about Giva dishes being offered for sale in Genos being made by people who serve dishes to nobles, right? It's more wrong to compare that to our bad food."

"... I didn't say a word about being crude."

"But you looked like you weren't enough, did you? It's okay. I don't care about you."

"Yes, yes. We're not cooks or anything. If you want better food, pay for the right copper coins outside."

A busy youngest daughter turns her tongue toward her brother.

That's how my youngest daughter turned to Balan, with a slightly resentful eye.

"But it's true that I envy my father. There's no such luxury story about being able to eat the kind of dishes that nobles eat every day!

"On the basket, I'm not eating the same dishes as the noblemen -"

That's how he said it, and Balan was to hold his mouth. "This is a dish that I've served to the aristocrats," Asta laughed when she ordered a dish called "Paste."

Besides, Balan has even been invited to dinner and feasts by the woods. On that occasion, they served a number of Giva dishes that nobles had never spoken of before. If you asked me if I had such a luxurious story, I wouldn't have thought you were exactly right.

"I can't believe you've been in Genos for two months this time. Oh, I'd love to try some real Giva food, too."

"I'm not saying anything unscrupulous. Genos takes half a month in Totos."

"But some houses travel from Nerwia to the King's Capital to the south. Wouldn't the Wang capital be any farther than Genos?

"That's just a house with enough storage to play and live in for months. If you want to live such a wealthy life, you've got to welcome a man from that house to your partner."

The mother stops her, and her youngest daughter makes her mouth a letter to her.

"Even my brothers will surely be able to go to Genos someday. Oh, I lost it when I was born into a woman."

"Then why don't you take my place? I don't care about Giva food."

When his eldest brother snapped his mouth, his youngest daughter turned a careless gaze to you.

"All lies! You're disappointed because the rumored Giva dish was one thing, aren't you? It was your brother who was looking forward to the Giva dish."

"That's not true. I'll tell you half the bragging about my journey."

Guests are delighted to watch their siblings say they are nasty. I wonder what kind of noise this is, the aftermath of dinner. The people of Jagal, who make no noise at the foundations, at the eating places, are more rare.

"But in fact, this bowel meat isn't bad, is it? Wouldn't you look forward to seeing how good regular meat tastes if it's dried meat and this delicious?

"Then I don't know. Rumor has it that Gibba is an awesome beast that attacks humans, right? Wouldn't such beast meat be delicious?"

"Huh? Then I'll give it back with rumors, too, but I thought wild carons were annoying and would attack humans? Your brother liked Caron's meat best, didn't he?

"The only thing I eat is a ranch-grown caron. The meat of wild carons is not hard and stinky enough to eat."

"Birds are delicious, even wild birds. I like wild birds better than Kimmus."

"Then go to Genos and get some fresh giva meat. If you wear a mustache, you can disguise yourself as your father.

The youngest daughter, concerned about her father's similar face, turned that face bright red and threw Maloria's shell at her brother. The eldest brother who sent it laughs "hehe" like a child.

"Damn, they're so lame. It's okay to make a scene, but don't get your room dirty."

"The bad news is, you're this stupid brother!

"Who's an idiot? If you want to be an architect, I'll give you a break, okay?

"Hmm! If you let yourself go, you'll only be able to build a house full of rain leaks."

"What, you bastard?

And where my eldest brother was amazing, my mother went into arbitration again. I snap my oldest brother's head and stick a liquor bottle to his nose tip.

"How dare you. You don't think I'm sorry for my father, who's tired on a long journey? Dad's glass is empty."

"Huh," his elder brother tongued, pouring the liquor from the liquor bottle he received from his mother to Balan. His eyes look at him as if he were exploring the Balan.

"... what, are you mad because you complained about giva meat?

"Hmm. Your shallowness is smudged and reminded, so I don't have to be angry."

"Uh-huh. It's my dad's fault that I let him eat out of expectation."

Then Balan was to be stunned that he might have expected it. Well, given this elder brother's character, there's no way he wouldn't expect this much reputed giva meat.

(Speaking of which, it's the first time I've heard of Asta and the others sifting through the dishes to the nobles. Meanwhile, the weather was spreading in this Nerwia as well)

As Balan contemplated such a thing, his partner smiled bitterly and smacked his eldest brother in the back.

"You're a sticky kid, not at all. If you had any more arms, you'd be heading out to Genos instead of Dad. Keep the fun of eating delicious Giva dishes until then"

"Heh. I don't know if my father would give me that role."

With a cut off from his elder brother, who looked completely plucked, his partner has offered Balan another dish of wood.

"Thank you for the food. I don't have enough arms because I make them with feelings."

"So you didn't say you didn't have enough arms, etc.?

"Yes, sir. Just eat it."

Balan sighed deeply as he received the wood dish.

Then a second son, who was silently rinsing Giva cooking broth, approaches the top of the Buddha.

"... I think I'm delicious, Giva meat"

Oh, my God, this heartless second brother also looks like he's caring for Balan.

But that made me feel like I was being treated like a toddler, and Balan was to shake his head.

Plus, the feeling of being unintelligible is swirling all over my chest. I couldn't tell what the feeling was due to that night's balan.