Labyrinth Restaurant

In a teahouse full of aromatic tea incense.

The shop, which Lisa visited, was taken by Cosmos, was divided into open cafe-style seating facing the street and table seating in the store, as well as private room seating at the back of the store.

Lisa was guided to a private room seat this time. The hustle and bustle in the store is blocked by thick oak doors, although there is no obstruction thanks to bright tone conditioning and the light plugged in through the windows, and this seems to be the only other store. It would be perfect as a secret meeting place to tell stories you don't want others to hear.

Lisa stays in her homecoming uniform, so if she stays in a spot that's easy on the public eye, she could get unnecessary attention. In that sense, it was convenient to have a private room.

They've brought me so far so hard, but Cosmos still hasn't told me what business he's here to see Lisa. So much so that I purposefully showed up in Japan that even if I could imagine it was an important matter, I don't see the specific part of it.

In the meantime, I could hear it, but it was made fun of by irrelevant chatter on the road so far. You can also read in depth that a bunch of more and more and tighter jokes at any given time were a blind eye to distract you from your fate if you think this way. Well, it could have been just a hobby.

"Uh."

from what I heard and for now, the moment Lisa tried to open her mouth,

"Do you want something to eat?

and cosmos uttered the word at a time that frustrated the exit.

"This is a pretty cool cage."

"Oh, speaking of which,"

Lisa remembered that other guests were eating on their way to this room.

Not just small cage bags, but also shumai, gyoza, spring rolls, sesame dumplings, steamed manju, etc. This is apparently a concept store where you enjoy refreshments and tea in a tea-drinking style.

"… tickle"

I'm also curious about the cosmos affair, but it also attracts interest in the delicious looking refreshments.

I just ate a convenience store chinese half an hour ago, but it's also a harsh story that I don't eat anything in this situation. Calorically, she feels overdosed, but Lisa has decided to follow her appetite honestly.

"Then I'd like a recommended small cage bag"

"Yeah, bye."

As Cosmos patted his fingers, Mr. Clerk, who supposedly waited for him to come out across the door, brought a plate and tea with a hot steam cage.

Apparently, all Lisa's orders, as well as the time it would take from putting together her thoughts to responding, were pre-fetched and she was going through the cooking backwards. The chatter on the road may have also meant time adjustment.

"Hehe, I wanted to try it once. Here's the thing, if you pat your fingers, don't let people move in good time. It's kind of cool."

Well, that hassle seemed to be just for dressing.

"Thank you. Thank you. Think positively about example financing."

"Oh, thank you, owner! Now if you'll excuse me!

And it looks like some consideration has also been paid to the clerk who asked for your help with this play. As for Lisa, there were just a lot more questions, including the designation from Mr. Clerk to Cosmos.

"Shall we have it before it cools down?"

"Right. Okay, I'll take it."

Although there are many mysteries, the fact that food and tea were served in this way does not seem to require so much urgency. Having so decided, Lisa first moistened her tongue with warm tea, then worked on a hot little cage bag.

Now, for those of you who don't know, a cage bag is a kind of refreshment steaming dish. Even in Japan, it is now so popular that we can specialize in dealing with this only.

A dish wrapped and steamed up with meat and vegetable fillings in the skin of wheat, which may look like a small meatloaf on the outside, but as a type of dish, it would be closer to shumai or steamed gyoza, rather than manju.

Even with the same wheat skin, the manju kind is a puffy skin like bread. The skins in small cages are the type that enjoy the feeling of twitching and mochiness.

And the biggest characteristic and attraction of cage bags is that they have hot soup in their skins. It is flavorful to carry a small cage bag lifted with chopsticks and renge to your mouth to prevent the soup inside from spilling, enjoying the heat and delicacy that is likely to burn at once.

Sometimes the skin is torn and the soup leaks during the steaming process, but you would feel very sad if that was mixed up.

And some readers may have wondered after reading the description of a dish called a cage package so far.

How the hell are we trapping soup, which is liquid, in the skin of wheat?

Are cooks wrapping one quick at a time, being very clever and careful not to spill soup?

No, the answer to that is "gelatin".

If you make soup using ingredients that contain a lot of gelatin, such as pork skin and chicken feet, if it cools, it solidifies naturally and boiled.

And gelatin has the properties of dissolving in heat, so if you wrap and steam the simmer up in skin with other utensils, it's karaki that when you eat it, you're transforming it into a hot soup.

"Ugh, uh-huh."

Lisa enjoyed its flavor and heat, taking care not to burn her. By the way, the drug tastes like needles. Thinly chopped ginger, sauce is a mixture of black vinegar and soy sauce. Cosmos seems to be eating only black vinegar without using the drug flavour.

Pinch the crooked part of the top edge of the small cage bag with chopsticks, carefully place it on top of the renge to avoid breaking the skin, add the drug flavor and sauce, then all at once into the mouth. Neither would a dish that would burn your tongue so easily, but it would be ruined if it cooled down.

The first thing I feel when transported to my fearful mouth is the slightly sweet, flavorful acidity of black vinegar dale. And the moment you break through the mottled skin at the tip of your teeth, you're about to flood the soup with plenty of meat flavor.

Shortly after enjoying the flavor for a long time, "Ugh, haha," he eats desperately, letting the fever escape. That's what a cage bag is. There was some kind of fallacious food pleasure there that even enjoyed the feeling that my mouth could be baked by heat.

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"Ugh... Welcome"

"Thank you very much."

After eating the small cage bag, the two of them had a cup of tea and had a drink.

This tea seems pretty good as well as cooking, and you can enjoy sweet peachy aromas and refreshing tannins reminiscent of the iron guanyin of Chinese tea.

"It's a good store"

"Yeah, I come here a lot too."

"Speaking of which, the store guy just called me 'owner'."

My stomach and heart have just settled down and Lisa has decided to hear what she cares about as well. Cosmos also lightly answers whether this is not particularly something to hide.

"Yeah, the land and buildings here are my property. A little advice to management, though."

"Oh, it's kind of amazing"

"No, not so much"

By the way, there are many other real estates that Cosmos owns personally besides here, and we do it in one hassle of the work of the Demon King's Army, the main business, which is to rent it out to potential craftsmen and merchants. They lend their voices to someone who is talented but doesn't have enough wealth to set up a store, or someone who is looking to expand their business.

Initially, I started a business as a management consultant in response to the request to "pay me" for advice on management that I was doing as I lent it to them, and even lent money to the financial industry.

While doing that, Cosmos' assets swelled on their own, and now more than 7% of the real estate in the entire labyrinth city was her personal property. Moreover, that force is currently expanding in its progression. It's no longer like a big deal to describe her as a real estate king.

To Omake (which I also keep to the Demon King and Alice), he had secretly negotiated with dignitaries from various countries whose gambling losses had taken him into debt during earlier festivals to earn duty-free letters of privilege for several countries in exchange for debt write-offs. I don't care what you think. I'm a chiman who's going to expand my business more than I do now.

My first ex was the penny I got from the Demon King, but at this rate, it might be close to a day to outrun him with his total assets.

"I don't know, it's amazing"

Well, that's a world story that's hard for a single high school girl to imagine. In the meantime, I decided it was a story that didn't seem directly related to Lisa herself and flushed it gently. I don't really want to go into that aspect of the situation.

"Lisa, would you like a cup of tea?

"Oh, I'll have it"

This is how I'm relieved to be enjoying my tea, and it's getting kind of silly that Lisa was also in shape.

"If you seem to like it, bring some tea leaves for your souvenir later. For your family, too."

"Is that okay? I'm sorry."

"No, it's no big deal."

I was anxious not to be able to read the intentions of Cosmos until along the way, but I'm sure it won't be a bad flow from here because this is how you treat delicious things and even get souvenirs. It won't be impossible for Lisa to think that way and have just loosened her heart guard a little bit.

It may also have been that I inadvertently returned a vegan reaction to Cosmos' words after this, which is why I had no choice.

By the way, Lisa.

"What is it?

"No, it's not a big deal. Actually, it's nice to hear that the Demon King likes you."

"Oh, yeah..."

Between.

Between.

Between.

Air freezing would say this is the situation.

It took Lisa exactly a minute for her thoughts to freeze and thaw.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!? Yeah, 'cause I, uh, no, I'm not!?"

Here was Cosmos' response to Lisa, who undoubtedly made the biggest scream in her past life:

"Yes, it's a lie. But."

From that reaction, there seemed to be another lying vomiter, he said.

Cosmos gracefully tilted the cup of tea with an extra grin that just said it was all prospective.