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

A deep dish lined with circular meat reminiscent of daisy flowers sits. Everyone leans their necks against a mass of bones.

"Let's warm up a little."

Keep the material to yourself. I take the initiative to get the spoon and include the cloudy soup in your mouth. The aroma of green onions and shouga placed in the odor removal passes through the nose, followed by a rich, emulsified soup spreading over the tongue. A perfectly described, gelatine-sensitive liquid mixes stock stained from the bone with vanilla notes and leaps in the mouth. Exhale hot and gently peel the meat from the bones. The word dust looks perfect, no resistance, and slightly fibrous meat swims in the soup. The meat, cooked with exquisite flame reduction and timing that is not overcooked or overstiffened, retains a good elasticity and luminous flesh, but spreads out so that it can be solved in the mouth while sucking the flavor of the stock like a sponge.

"Mmm...... Soft......"

The moment Radia slices a piece of meat into her mouth, she squeaks as if surprised.

"The meat around the bones is usually stiff or muscular...... Nice but soft...... I recognize you... Where's the meat? What meat in the first place..."

Garedia also proceeds to chew wonderfully. Whether Rosteau, who had tasted it quietly, came pinning or turned to Peltier, he nodded back with a stiff and gentle look.

"Right...... This is a cow's tail, isn't it? I almost threw it away, but I can't believe it tastes so good."

Smiling without pride, Peltia also moves the spoon.

"Tail? That tail? Muscular, stiff and inedible to bake..."

Terraxta alternates between Peltia and the plate with a surprised look.

"Yes. Master Peltia is right. It's a cow-tailed soup. The stock will be taken from the bones. I heard you throw away your tail when you crush the cow, so I did the cooking. I was wondering if it was important to use the material without having to."

Crushed cows also use skin and meat, but hard-to-use areas such as guts and tails are discarded. As a Hyogo prefect with a developed motu culture, I was sad, so taking care of the bull in the corner is the concept of this dinner.

"I thought it smelled, hard, not very, but I couldn't eat it, but this is classy"

Norwegian eats well. When each person is flowering a story about how to cook a cow at the border, the main plate is arranged with the hot air raised.

"Well, the next one is the cow. I hope you like it."

A lake in a dish close to koshi tea, with a dark miso scent tickling the nostrils. From there, there is a pool of dust and materials swimming.

"Hmm...... Isn't that what you call soup..."

Everyone starts to move when they see Rostee stab the meat in the cucumber with a fork and cheek on his mouth.

"Hmm... hmm? What... this... How odd...... I know it's meat, but I've never seen such a texture before."

Rostee turns to Peltier as she asks, but Peltier also shakes her head (wears it) softly.

"I don't know...... The first flavour to eat. But it's soft, but the back one still has teeth. When I can help, I can cut it off. That feels good."

After Norweh, who was looking at Peltia's slightly surprised look for a moment, chewed her to check her teeth and lifted her neck as if she noticed something all the more.

"You... this. Cuckoo, maybe. A cow's gut?

Oh, Norwe has experience in oiling, so will he come?

"Yes. Your answer. We call it Motsu collectively, but it's a stewed Motsu miso. It fits the beer too, could you try this one"

Pour the liquid in the ceramic decanter into the drink at hand. A rich aroma that goes hand in hand with alcohol, spreading across the dining room. Each enjoys the fragrance, and the moment he touches his mouth, the quiet shock feels shaking the air.

"What's this? Looks like water...... Hmm? I don't know. It's my first time...... It feels like flowers, like honey, like water, like grain. But I don't... What the hell is this?

Norweh asked, offering a drink as if it were trembling.

"It's a new alcoholic beverage, rice wine. We call it sake."

The moment I answer that, I feel something fuzzy and enthusiastic all over the dining room. The same was true when it came to beer, but the impact of saying that it creates new things, especially booze, is enormous. Brewing is highly challenging. You can't say you're going to produce new things early. Normally, methods are found from the study of accidental products and the flavours are extremed. How many generations did it take for wine to circulate as wine? The silence that reminds me of it envelops the dining room. However, it was not a cold silence, but a warm, and hot, caloric silence that foreshadowed the joyful hymn of the future.

I've been trying to develop it for a long time, but I still wonder if filtration would have had a greater impact. Uesano says it's water, but it's sake that fools you by its appearance of normality.

"It's easy to drink... Kind to that. It's like water, but it has a precise core. That's good. A flavour that seems delightful in a celebratory setting. Me, I like this liquor."

The gentle voice of Peltia echoes as it quietly breaks the silence.

"It's an honor. It's a drop of my life."

I still like sake because I'm Japanese. Sometimes it's called a summer serving, and the food you eat is simmering. Then it would also be B to tilt the flower-cooled sake here.

"I don't hate wine either...... If you do this, you can drink it..."

When Radia is weak, she leans for a drink and exhales.

"It's not weak liquor to say. If you don't drink this, it's dangerous."

With a slight bitter smile, Garedia says, Terraxta snorts as well.

"But don't stop because you don't have a habit. This is going to empty a barrel in an instant if you give it to a soldier. Don't choose to cook. Don't feel that way."

Overlap the cup, admiring the terraxta as well.

"Please, enjoy it with the food. Dark-eyed flavors are also suitable for sake."

Tell him so, and I'll have the spoon in my mouth, too. Fragrant aroma of miso and an instant smell of moth. However, the sweetness of the oil that spills at the moment of chewing is accompanied by the conversion of everything into flavor. Tilt the cup while enjoying the flavour of the stock, which was just amazing at how much it had stored in its little body, and the look changed at once. The fragrance that I thought smelled was wrapped in the fragrance of rice and changed to one flavour. The oily weight is also shed in its freshness and freshness, leaving only the flavor in the mouth to swallow. There is also a strong aroma surrounding the exhaling breath, which asks for the next spoon and cup.

"This... certainly won't stop"

Rostee also smiles and pounds the moth with the look of being unwanted.

"What we're putting before you is a crushed corn. Even if it's lightly applied, it's interesting to change your mind."

More to the word than Norweh thought, and soon he stops it and throws it into his mouth.

"Hmm!? It's hard...... but the sauce is sweet so that's it...... Ah, I'll stay, I'll stay spicy..."

With that said, tilting the cup and drinkin 'it up, I get a blissful look.

"This is... delicious. Rinse off...... then, the itself remains. Yeah, yummy."

Needless to say, Norweh's words erupted with a puff of surroundings he watched with a little harrassment.