It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

The sound of a knock echoes into the room as he puts a taro on his lap and caresses a shark and answers Liz's question. Speaking up sounds like a message from the kitchen with a samurai.

"The pan is cold."

Looking out the window, the evening is starting to dawn a little bit. I urge the two of my buddies working outside to be back in the box and head to the kitchen. When I touch the pan, the crude heat is removed and the temperature is about the same as the temperature. Stirring around, the vegetables also boiled down to the point where the carrots that had lost their horns left a slight appearance of it. If you take the boar shards and include them in your mouth, only the fibrous part hits your teeth, and the sweetness of the chewing tofu and vegetables, as well as the aroma and flavour of the chicken glass soup, spreads through your mouth.

"I guess this is what soup looks like"

I'll sniff the spices that went into the drug research, telling them without anyone. Nature and face burst into intricate spice scents. Once all the spices are transferred to the frying pan, the coriander fruit is put into the drug research and crumbled. Only Coriander, who was particularly volatile, was left behind later, wondering if it would have been better to turn the cardamom and cumin later as well. Whenever crushed, mix the crumbled object in the frying pan as well, enjoying the gradual spread of a high sweet and refreshing aroma. Start frying dry while adjusting the fire from low to medium heat. It is unfortunate that the fragrance flies slightly, but the aroma is also more pronounced when the cumin, coriander and cardamom are stir-fried. I also want to smell delicious, so I put the fire through to a point where it doesn't fly too far.

Keep the pan on fire again. Stir the onions and the like that were left in parallel, then put them in a pan in turn, and finally add about half the spice, cover and simmer over low heat.

"Well, the rest is fried vegetables."

The samurai reported the return of her companions, so it's time for dinner. Ask the cooks to bake the nan in a bowl. I used to say I used to eat bread like chapati, so I bake it one after the other as I was convinced explaining how to bake nan. While the aroma of mixed olive oil can be brought in instead of butter, chop the summer vegetables I received today and fry them vegetables. After all, Zucchini puts fried vegetables on the frying pad, thinking that it doesn't feel right when the heat is on because it contains oil. When I open the lid of the curry pan wondering if it's time, I can see the aroma of spices spreading until violent, forcing my stomach to move. I could hear the cook swallowing the saliva watching how to cook on the side, and it made me laugh a little zero. Gently simmer the soup, check the taste and adjust with salt and fish soy. Finally, add the lightly water-soluble flour and stir large from the bottom of the pan at once.

"Stir it from the bottom so it doesn't burn"

Yes, I'll tell the cook and arrange the fried vegetables along the edge of the plate. In response to reports that they are all back, add the rest of the spice and stir large and large.

"Come on, it's done"

Put a giant pot on the wagon and pour Lou on the plate. In the middle of the summer, spice aromas mix with the fluttering hot air and it feels like I can't wait. Ask the cook to transport you to the dining room with Nan.

In the dining room, the scent flowed from the kitchen and the face of the hungry child waited now or now. I can see the dragon people are soaking too. As far as Arcine is concerned, he grabs a spoon and a fork in both hands, making a face full of covetousness. I'm a little bit disobedient.

"Please wait. Come on, let's eat."

I sit in my seat, I speak up, but everyone is confused and unable to move. I think I don't know how to eat it, so I take the nan, chop it up, curry it up and do the trick to carry it to my teat. I carried it to my mouth as the faces I saw it imitated the same way.

"Hmm!? Mmm, it's hard!!

If Liz is fine, it's because she cheeked Nan who rubbed him all the time, whilst black-and-white her eyes, he looks up and breathes - he breathes.

"It's got chili in it, so it might be a little spicy."

When I say so, I put the wine in my mouth, but touched the moisture to make it extra spicy. On the tannic side, the fu is fuzzy.

"That...... It's spicy... but I want to eat again...?

Liz, you get a very strange look, and now when you cheek on your mouth less, it slowly turns into a smile, even though it changes your expression subtly. The people around you feel similar. The dollar was wondering if it was okay to be spicy, but the spiciness of the flower pepper hemp seems to be a little different, with her mouth open and breathing.

"I have no idea where the flavor comes from. It's complicated, but what an appetite"

In the meantime, Ray, who was eating calmly by himself, smiles, awards.

"The spice logistics are getting better, so I can finally make it. It's like a soup dish made with different seeds and leaves."

That explains it, I also carry yellow nancurries into my mouth more than I remember. It would be a sweet refreshment with a mixture of volatile chili and flower pepper spiciness and coriander acidity that spreads as soon as it is cheeky. Then comes the sweet aromas of cardamom and cumin, which appear touching the tongue, and the slight bitterness of the ukonn accented behind the tongue. The sweetness of the flour mixes with the aroma of olive oil, playing a complex subtle repertoire in his mouth. The melted onion gives it full aroma and sweetness, while the onion added later gives it a hint of teeth and sobriety. The smell of boar is completely eliminated by spices, and only the rich flavour of its gravy and the sweetness of the fat dance purely on its tongue.

"I was going to get used to it being hard...... This is something else..."

Even as the dollar dews its surprise, Shih - says, cheeks after cheeks.

"Oh, it's the red chili thing there, so mix it up if you like"

Saying so, the dollar will try and adjust further, enjoying the flavor changes.

"If you get used to it, you won't stop!!

I wonder if you should keep it to yourself that Fia keeps eating pachy, but contains bad coriander, pachy seeds.

"It goes well with this fried vegetable, too. Both zucchini and aubergines are bright."

Eat ahead while the vegetable-skiing lot admires the fried vegetables. The dragons, too, look like they've had their first fragrance, but when they get used to it, they eat faster so that they are fascinated by the intricate fragrance of spices.

"Hmm...... Is this how you treat me?

Rarely does the dollar pound and raise its voice a little short.

"There's bread and Lou left."

If I tell you so, I will gladly tell you a replacement. Take advantage of it. Everyone speaks of one replacement after another.

"It's strange...... I didn't eat that much originally, but I can't believe I'm hungry..."

When Tiana squeaks wonderfully, the women snort.

"Oh, maybe I'm extra hungry because the scent of spices moves my stomach and intestines"

"Don't be fat -!!

Chat screams, but then stop? And when I heard it, I was softly offered a plate, so I smiled bitterly.

Eventually, it was eaten up except for Lou and Nan, who had left it for bribery, with the result that a rare group of pompocolins rolled over dead bodies in the dining room. After all, the curry is great, a little different from the curry eaten in Japan, but I exhale relieved that I enjoyed the nostalgic aroma and was satisfied. Once again I decided that if rice could be harvested, it would be curry rice, and I decided to go tell the cooks I had been waiting for in the kitchen that it would be good to eat.