Kuishinbo Elf

I think I'll go adult tonight. I put my hair up, put on red glasses, dress up in a suit and disguise myself as a schoolteacher.

Stick to toddler forms only when it comes to combat. Put it aside on a daily basis, you don't treat pie that badly. Well, I do get in the way when I run.

Why do you say that? Because it's not possible for a young girl to enter a tavern.

What came was a tavern [snake] that set up a secluded shop in the outdoor district of Filimicia.

He heard rumors that there was good liquor and food here, and plotted to visit.

Besides, I'm free at the moment. Chance of a thousand encounters. I can't afford the first and last opportunity to indulge in solo liquor. Hence, entering.

A unique atmosphere greeted me when I opened the door to the crap. Fishermen use boat tools that can also be used as antiques for shopkeepers' attention.

The store also has the season in it and it feels old, but it feels clean and doesn't make me uncomfortable.

The Ning Lo season convinces us that this shop is a hit, and puts expectations on the dishes that will come out. I arrived early, but the store was already filled with regular and thoughtful customers.

"Give me a beer."

"Aye."

I am now a teacher weary of education. I sat back in the hard empty counter seat and sighed one. As much as possible, feel worried.

Fuki-kun, that's good. So far so good.

So order beer first. The souvenir is [broiled mustard with thick-cut bacon].

I see, I am heartbroken by the care to stimulate my stomach and promote my appetite, as well as to protect my stomach with bacon oil.

Ahhh, and carry the bacon to your mouth with chopsticks. This store has a wealth of utensils available and if I order it, it would be chopsticks, but it would be knives, but it would be drills, but it was ready for me.

No, there won't be a drill, the drill.

Pours a cold beer into the kink's throat. Delicious.

Unlike outside, it was hot in the store. That maximizes the flavour of cold beer. Almost none of the guests are wearing jackets.

But now I'm a teacher. It's too early to take off your jacket. It's cosplay when you take it off.

Take the menu table. It's a rich repertoire of meat dishes, fish dishes, one dish.

Then let's start with fried food. They decide to have fried beer.

d Order classic fried chicken. Add beer at the same time. Ask them to serve at the same time as the fried chicken.

Taste the first beer carefully. I also like to pour it down my throat gleefully, but I also like to roll it in my mouth for a while and taste the pain.

"How are you?"

"Thanks"

Deep-fried chickens are proof that they are freshly fried.

Phew, phew, breathe gently, mumble and bite. You should go elegant here.

Otherwise, your mouth could be burned down by superb but unforgiving gravy. We still have a lot to eat and it's a long night, we shouldn't be disappointed.

Freshly overflowing gravy, chicken that seeps through the more it chews. They must have used chickens raised with so much love. Delicious, my life flashes on my body.

Served with homemade mayonnaise. Seven Mixed Chilies coloured the summit red. Bring the fried chicken to your mouth. It tastes unmistakable.

Quickly, pour Kinkin's beer into your mouth. It should not be a lukewarm beer at this time. Kinkins are always preferred.

Without this sharpness, it would be difficult to get pleasure in spilling fried oil.

"Ha-ha."

It leaks a sensual sigh that surprises me myself. This is just fried chicken. I don't see the back of the beauty of this store. You're going to entertain me.

Order your next dish while leaving a deep fried finish. I want to drink sake in the mood. Therefore, the order is for fish dishes. Sashimi.

While waiting to cook, enjoy the fried chicken perfectly. The slightly chilled fried chicken is also delicious again. Because it makes another face by cooling it down.

Again, match the slightly soaked beer. The clarity of the bitterness enhances the sweetness of the moist oil of the fried chicken.

"Town"

Here comes the sashimi. Combined is a cold Ginjo. There is no alcohol for brewing in this world. Therefore, everything becomes unmixed sake.

Pour the sake that came into the delicacy into the flavorful shaped pork mouth. Liquor, but that's good.

Take a sip of sake first. The fruity scent tickled through my nasal cavity. The tingling irritation sharpens the tongue.

Dry, refreshing aftertaste. However, I am reminded of the local power of this liquor due to the lack of flavor claiming firmness.

Then carry the sashimi to your mouth. There are three types of sashimi served on small wooden ships. Tuna with delightful red color. White, lustrous body is leech. Crispy texture sickens red shellfish.

And it's accompanied by wasabi, a luxury product. After all, this store is not just anything.

Tuna at first. One mouth of sashimi runs out of this. The freshness is good, the taste seeps out when chewed.

When combined with sake, it encapsulates and harmonises the unique smell that fish possess. Invite me to a new frontier.

When this happens, it doesn't stop anymore. Chopsticks stretch into sashimi one after the other. Include sharks in your mouth and taste carefully.

The twitching, and leech fat spreads in his mouth, and his mouth angle rises unknowingly. Pour sake in there, and it's already very easy.

exhales happily ever after. Excited and exalted, her cheeks dyed red, but not drunk.

Reaching for red shellfish. The crunchy texture is fun. The scent of a powerful tide passes through the nasal cavity without staying in the mouth. While I was in the tavern, I felt the ocean plain.

There, pour in the dripping sake of the earth. Mouth raised the voice of happiness to the land and sea collaboration. Uncomfortable.

Of course, but I'm not going to let that happen. Place an order for the following delicacies:

All this is a masterpiece dish with a glimpse of the shopkeeper's obsession.

Order [Squid Salt and Spicy] to pick while you wait for your next dish. This goes with sake again.

He wants to enjoy the sake he couldn't drink with his makeup.

Tidal flavour tangled in the snuggle and tongue. This is followed by the sweetness of the squid. This complex subtle flavor probably soaks squid liver as well.

The slightly felt liver bitterness completely brings out the charm of squid salt and spice.

There's sake. If you enjoy seafood to the fullest, it's unlikely except sake. This depth of nostalgia would not be reproducible in other liquors.

It is the shochu that fleshes to it, but it still reaches only marginally.

Enjoy the salt and spice of squid, while choosing [simmering] from a single dish. Beer goes well, and sake goes well. But this is where the shochu will come in. I especially want to combine potatoes and yam shochu.

Hit something habitual with something habitual. It creates strange synergies.

"Stewed Moth and Shochu Potatoes"

This is the perfect time to take out squid salt and spice and sake. It is placed in a small, much silver earthen pot and the simmering of the moth is ringing in pieces.

The ingredients are butcher rabbit offal, carrots, gobo, spring onions and radishes. The seasoning is miso.

Along with that, the taro shochu that came is a straightforward order. This guy can be water or rock, but I don't stop loving drinking straight. Gatsun, the fragrance is becoming a habit.

"Ho ho...... haha"

The offal of the bucciolabi disappears by simmering in miso, leaving it with superb softness and elasticity to enter the throat. It reaches the stomach and appeals to the presence.

What a rich miso flavour, a hormonal flavour. But it pushes the intense flavor. This is where I want to rinse it off with beer or sake, but I want you to wait.

Let's smash a potato shochu into his eyes, and a tooth into his teeth.

Again, the potato shochu, which was placed in a tasteful container and waited quietly for that time, was included in the mouth contents.

Explosive potato notes clash with the aftertaste of miso hormones in your mouth. Even the overwhelming advantage enveloped them and traveled together to a new new universe.

In short...... delicious.

Here, finally take off your jacket. I heard a rattle, but don't worry about it. You like that?

cheeks the carrot as he incorporates air into his mouth. Sort of a rustic taste spreads all over my mouth. Miso took it and spread happiness further into her mouth. Uncomfortable.

Again, grope the yam shochu. The earth's liquor cannot be compatible with the earth's things, and the liquor progresses acceleratively.

Gobo is next. Again, the scent of the earth is not half. When I bit him down, I remembered the illusion that the earth had entered directly into my mouth. It's unique to a good gobo.

Oh, yam shochu goes terribly well with this, too. Bye.

Leeks to remember. This guy is one of the fine protagonists, not druggy or anything.

If simmered in a pan, there is no spiciness or other fine dust. It provokes me with its snug sweetness. I accidentally hold my cheek and exhale "haha". Sweet, too sweet.

Daikon, the true ruler of this pot. It absorbs the flavor of the pot into its body and lets you know who is king of this pot.

The overwhelming flavor would be to warp off the hormones of the lead bucciolabi. The more you simmer, the better your radish combat ability will continue to improve, and at the end of the day, you will destroy my Combat Ability Meter without skin.

Bomb, and where the meter broke, groped the yam shochu. Pugh, and soak in the aftertaste.

I engraved emotion into my heart by emotion, but there is a limit to everything. If I wanted to, it would be possible to eat up all the menus in this store overnight. But that's impeccable.

That's also why I chose this stewed mochi. This guy has a tightening menu.

"Store owner, tighten up."

"Aye."

What was offered in a sinister voice was [Kishimen], not Udon of peace of mind and trust. It is a gentleman's noodle characterised by a flat body.

Its flat body moderately flushes seasoned miso into just the right salted plums. What shall I say without calling this gentleman?

"Chiuru..."

I can't go with a boulder, either. Because when miso is splashed, it takes a fatal blow to the blouse. This place sips quietly and elegantly, as set to be a female teacher.

It still tastes unmistakable. My body accidentally lights up the flavor that is created after gentleman labor.

Damn, I'm still a woman, too. My body's hot.

I almost squealed "Mr. Kishimen" by accident. I may have fallen in love with him.

But that's unrequited love. Because he's already in my stomach. It's sad.

"Welcome. Your account."

"Maido"

Eat and drink this much, three small gold coins and one large silver coin, that is 3,500 yen, also cheap. This has a repeater on it.

Much to the silver shopkeeper, I promise to come back, and I will leave my body lit by the cool wind to go home. I feel good, if you got drunk with this, give me something nice.

Thus Ertina, Sasha's teacher, returned home in a good mood.

By the way, don't tell me that Yash Papan, who was excited to see me as my teacher, got bogged down by Deanna Maman.