Labyrinth Restaurant

Karan Cologne and a doorbell to inform visitors rang, bringing four guests into the restaurant's store. All four have pointed ears, and at a glance you can see that they are all elves.

"Shit, here we go."

"Welcome. Oh, you have someone with you today."

"Yeah, it's our parents."

Time replied to Alice's whining welcome. I usually only come with the Sisters of Time and Lime, but today the family is in full swing.

"You're a lot younger parents. Is that your mother? I thought it was your sister."

Anyway, it's an elf, so reading age from the outside is a daunting business (although Alice can't say anything about people either). My sisters' parents are actually older than Alice, but by human standards I can only see them in their twenties or there.

"Oh, you're Alice. My daughters are always taking care of me. It's good to see you."

"Say hello."

Each of my parents greeted Alice. By the way, the former is the mother and the latter is the father.

I knew very well which parent Times and Limes looked like, respectively.

"It's been hundreds of years since I've had dinner at the store."

It's been two hundred and sixty-seven years.

"Oh, you did. When we were just married, we went to greet relatives from other woods."

Their normal lives are completely complete in the woods alone, so they rarely have the opportunity to dine out in a restaurant or anything. Sometimes if you have errands outside the woods and go out, you may use human city restaurants, but the more elves some people have never paid to eat out, even if they have lived for more than a thousand years.

"Still, I've been asking you out for a long time and you said no, why did you think you were coming today?

Time had always asked me to bring my parents to this store, but somehow my father kept saying no. My mother went along with it and hadn't been here before, but how did she know it was today and suddenly it was coming?

The answer to that was:

"Well, I'll take care of the payment."

"What, Dad, did you have the money?

Elves living in the woods basically don't have the means to get cash.

Whether you work farming or hunting, there's no way to convert your harvest into money, and you don't need to redeem it in the first place. Time earns his living from his work as a painter, but I'd say that's a pretty rare example.

Now, if their family tries to eat in a restaurant like that, naturally all the payments will have time. As for her, I meant to do that from the beginning, and it wouldn't be a huge burden for everyone to eat and drink thoughtfully, but as a father I was very resistant as if I were going to be my daughter's hippo.

There was pride as a man, and even though he was an elf indifferent to money, he felt a line there that should not be crossed by boulders.

So he's been secretly starting his activities for some time now trying to earn cash.

Fortunately, there was a direct transfer to the labyrinth city, so I came sneaking up to sell a woodworking craftsmanship that made the trick between lives (even though it was the best I could do, it was pretty much bought out because I didn't know the market and because of my bad mouth. I still haven't noticed who I am), but I managed to earn my entire family's meal bill.

By the way, it was the amount of money you could make in a day if you referred me to the right day job in a public building, which I don't know, but it would be gorgeous.

"You can ask for whatever you want"

"Oh, oh... Dad"

Regardless of her money-insensitive mother and Lyme, as time goes, she can't stop crying over her clumsy father's healthy efforts. Maybe it made me want to cry because of my shudderness about the sociability and lack of economic feeling of my real parents.

But asking for anything as I was told this would happen was the other way around difficult. The food in this store is pretty cheap overall, but you should probably choose the cheapest of them all. If I could steer other family orders in that direction if I could, I would never have gone beyond that.

Anyway, in case Father's hand isn't enough and Time is going to pay for the shortfall, that's what could make him less mentally irreversible of pity.

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"Oh, it's my first taste, but it's delicious."

"Mmm, delicious"

My first parents who came to the store were unsure of what to order, so they all ordered a daily fixed meal, a time recommendation. Lyme said something, but this is something I can't help but say, because the cheapest thing besides side menus and desserts and drinks on a stand-alone basis is daily.

The daily fixing meal of the day is a combination of the lead soup pasta with a salad and a drink of your choice after the meal.

With a Japanese feel, a fixed meal is often a combination of rice and miso soup on the main occassion, and then a small bowl, but the bread and pasta system can also be normal for a good or bad, unrestrained meal fixing in this store.

Either way, this will keep you on a budget somehow, even if you eat sweet food after a meal and add a souvenir to everything.

Besides, even if I skipped the price, this time the soup pasta was brilliant.

The ingredients are common ingredients such as chopped bacon, onions, shimeji, etc., but their flavors blend into the milk-based soup for what a gentle flavor.

The onions and shimeji were sautéed lightly in butter to such an extent that their shaky teeth were not lost, and the depth of flavor was felt that they did not just boil.

The noodles are shallow and stiff considering they soak in the soup and stretch out, but boiled in such a way as to preserve the texture of the noodles that they are only chiseled, not as hard as a thousand cuts with the boss along the way. That's entangled in a creamy soup, which makes it very easy to eat.

"You should put this pepper on. It's hard to put too much on, so be careful."

And black pepper is essential for milk-based soup pasta. Turn the pepper grinder (mill) with grain pepper into a gritty, wrapping an irritating aroma around the white noodles.

"... you okay?

"It's okay, Dad. Because condiments are free no matter how much you spend."

of his father in this case. "Are you okay?" is "spending so much expensive spices like pepper, is the money okay? Meaning," but I also replied to reassure him by reading exactly what the time was intended to do with what I was used to.

Well, even though how much seasoning is free, I have an undelivered person in my body who used the pepper that was kept in the store as the murder weapon, so I took some care to check the usage for once. The bad guy in the matter doesn't seem to have a problem today because he normally used it as a cooking scent.

Anyway, that's how the soup pasta, colored with ground black pepper, was clearly pulled up one step, even though it was delicious.

The milk-based flavoring has an intense flavor of milk fat, but the intense flavor is quick to bore. However, the addition of pepper tingling irritation where some progress has been made in eating revives the sensation of the heavier tongue and, on the contrary, makes the flavour of the soup feel even stronger.

It was a little more for the lime because it was for one adult, but it still seemed to turn out to be the right thing to do by asking for a day out, as they were all so beautifully finished that they didn't leave a bottle of noodles, a drop of soup.

"Oh, you have a lot of sweet stuff too. It's lovely."

"What is" Bezu Bulb "?

"Are you okay, Dad?

"... let it go"

After the meal, thanks to an extra order of dessert for four (freshly baked chocolate tart, served with vanilla ice cream), my father's recent earnings here blew up beautifully refreshingly, but there was nothing like barely a leg out, and the Elves' dining out always ended up in a fun atmosphere.