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

"I thought you were tired and brought it with you"

An innkeeper smiles and pushes a wooden wagon into the room. This inn also has a big dining room, so it was supposed to be a service level where I would serve all the food with everyone, but it carried me to my room all the time to see if they thought I was a good guest.

I take room service for granted because I consider modern Japanese hotels, and I cannot bring each dish to each room without expecting the skill and cost of quite a few more employees. Boulder tilt, not only is it expensive, but it looks like he searched for accommodation at the service.

With that in mind, I guess Tilt was talking to me. Around the veal tibia, he gives me two rear legs that still have meat left on a plate. Whether the smell was spreading from the moment the room opened or whether the tail of the taro and shark was still this is momentum. It is shaken all the time. If you're a canine animal that hasn't been able to do it, it's going to be a momentum to fly away, but with a face that's going to bring me covetousness, watching me cum as I sit down makes me laugh at how I don't feel wild, even though I think it sounds a little pathetic.

When I gently put it in front of the two of them, I stare at this one with the eyes of impatience, but I tell them to wait calmly.

"Whoo, eyelashes!! I want to eat it from scratch!!

"Eunkai Kakubo!!

It conveys thoughts that make me wonder where the sharks have really drawn them from. I was in junior high school. Is that an adult dictionary? When you do good with your neck slightly tilted, you start to muddle and covet in the momentum of all the jumping.

"Ugh!! It's a lie!! Yum!!

"Bikako!!

Yeah. I may have seen it somewhere, but I don't remember it properly to the point.

"Haha, great momentum. You were hungry."

When Liz smiles and squeals, the employees smile with joy.

"I'm staying a lot today. Because I just crushed a veal yesterday. I hope it suits your mouth."

In the words, I snort and hide my strong amazement. Even in 'Lisatia', cowhorses are still in the process of reproduction and their use is for farming purposes, not meat. Despite its periphery, the land of Faisel boasts a long history. I guess history means things when it comes to the livestock sector.

"I think it was cold out there. While you're warm."

When the employees tell him so, he gently closes the door and leaves. The only thing that sounds in silence is the chewing sound of haku and the occasional mixing of sounds in it.

"It's a corner service, shall we have fun?

When I ask Liz, the snort of a grin and a full smile returns.

"Wow...... You're a cow's milk stew. It tastes very dark..."

Liz stretched the spoon first from a stew with warm hot air rising. As it hives and cools, I don't enjoy hot air delicacies.

"Mmm. It doesn't smell and it's delicious... veal meat is soft..."

The puffy sauce stores heat and spreads the flutter, warmth and sweetness at the moment you put it on your tongue. The touch of autumn vegetables, and the luscious juices of the moment of chewing, leap in your mouth as the sweetness and gravy flavor blend differently from sugar. Fluffy, fragrant and grilled eyes, the meat tickles the nasal cavity just close to the mouth and carries the aroma to the mouth. At the moment of bite, it would be because of the softness of the veal that the fuzz can be played. The carefully lowered meat does not give the smell, but only accentuates its softness for the boiled portion, exploding as if it were a chavon ball with gravy to ravage the mouth.

"I'm jealous you can use a lot of milk."

When I tell you, Liz shakes her neck vertically with a reddish delight.

I heard that the weather was good in summer and autumn in Faisel and that the grapes were well made due to the low rainfall. Pour bright red into the cup from the new liquor jar made there.

"Wow. It's less bitter and easier to drink. That's a little sweet."

The moment Liz tilts the cup, she raises her voice of joy.

"I never get a chance to drink when I'm young."

In Varanica, where grape grapes are not high, only long-running products are produced in terms of wine. It's hard to imitate making new wine to see what grapes are made of. I pretended my face was distorted with a hint of tannin that they were still ahead of me even in agriculture.

The main thing is a bit of a black bird roasted. I carry it to my mouth, thinking it doesn't look very familiar. Dark lean, slightly visceral aroma with fluffy aromas around the nose. A dark taste similar to the liver, coming with the fragrance characteristic of bird oil when cheeked on the mouth with a slight leaning of the neck. The feel is slightly fibrous but soft. The sensation is slightly confused by the heterogeneous aroma. It just goes with the gravy that floods the release from the inside of the meat with every bite, and begins to create some kind of delicious flavor.

"Is that it? I kind of like to eat it..."

I don't remember eating a bird of this color...

"Oh, this. It's Jeremitina. I guess I won't serve it in cooking because it catches me well but it's not very tasty. I don't like hunting."

Ask Liz about her features and she says the male has red eyes and the female is a striped bird. I worry about hmm, then I remember the past.

"Grandpa, I don't really like chickens..."

When I was little, I didn't like the smell of chickens and couldn't eat them inside.

"Oh, come on, let's eat something different."

I was surprised to go down the mountain with such a word from Grandpa and be taken to the Miyagi. It took courage for the two of us to get into the perfect french restaurant with our grandfather in fur chocks, but I get tired of the fact that he was only slightly in there, regardless. I honestly felt yearning.

If you think you've spoken to the chef, the course begins. Appetizers, the soup and I was indulgent in my first taste, I was the main one and pulled slightly on the roasted birds that came out all the way.

"Grandpa, I don't really like birds..."

"Good, try it"

I was told, is the surprise of the moment I ate rather. That Sexually Evil Grandpa, the chef and I were laughing at each other being smothered by the smelly taste of blood.

"Ma'am, was it a little early? But birds are a lot of things. If chickens get used to it, yeah?

That nostalgic smile that was emptying a glass of tear on me drinking so much water.

Yes, that bird had hair like hair growing on her legs, like this, too.

"Bu... This is Lycho..."

Because it is a special natural monument in Japan, it cannot be captured, but it is possible to import it. It was a French restaurant serving such Zibier dishes, but when I heard it later, Grandpa said it was a store that accommodated his prey.

I left my decent Liz, and I immersed myself in memories.

"Yeah, Lycho. But it's delicious. I wonder if the food is good..."

The moment Jeremitina recognized him as Lycho earlier, he sounds like Lycho. Oh, that's a handy translation.

"I wonder if my taste has changed since I started drinking. Yeah, it's delicious."

Eating roasted lychee, later a chunk of dengue on the center of the table.

"This is cheese, right?

"It's the two of us, but you don't have to be so prepared"

Knife in hard cheese and cut into pieces. The instant you cut it apart, the fragrance is fluffy, nutty. There are pompous and holes in the cut cross section.

"Hmm? Is it Emmental"

When I squeal, Liz tilts her neck.

Prepare the stiff grey-brown bread into thin slices and place the cut chunks on top of a pottery dish where the candle is lit below and it melts. Put it on the bread and eat it up.

"Mmm!! Mm-hmm. Delicious. I like this. Wow...... yummy!!

I open my eyes and scream like Liz was thrilled. Yeah, that's it. He's the one who likes rats with cat and mouse animations. I like it too. A fragrance that spreads the moment it is transported to your mouth, neither crispy nor walnut. A mellow flavour that concentrates dark saltiness and milk when included in the mouth. I chew it up with clay.

When I realized, there were only a few chunks left of that, and the two of us laughed bitterly.

And there's something to tap your feet on. Peeping under the chair, Taro and Hime, rarely close to the table, wave their tails.

"Odor, I love it!! I want it!!

"These are the best!!

Hime reminds me today that dogs liked cheese, not to dare attack me. Cut it in small pieces, put it out on your nose tip, and after sniffing it sounds so intriguing, I'll say it all the time.

"Whoo!! It's good!! Whoo!! It's good!!

"Mimi!!

and two run around the room.

"Mmm. It's salty. Are you okay?

"I'll be fine for a little while. Because I like and dislike the smelly ones. I bet you like cheese."

"Heh. Heh, I'm happy"

It was a table where I enjoyed one end of the kingdom's proud strengths with such a warm, cheeky look at Liz's side.