Labyrinth Restaurant

A giant man looking up was walking slightly down the snow path.

It is because of the boneless, thick coat worn as a cold gear, or by the signs of the unusual strong man emitted by the man, as if a wild bear had strayed into the human city.

The people on the road made way for nature and before him, even though they weren't told to do so, throwing a gaze mixed with colors such as fear, respect and friendship.

The man, the adventurer Gardo, looked out at the surrounding fields (now turned into snowfields) as he stepped out of the city walls of the labyrinth city and declared this way to make sure no one was there.

"Make this a campsite!

Now, to say why Gardo came all the way out of the city in the cold, there was a very “shallow” reason for that.

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It was about an hour ago.

At the Demon King's restaurant, Lisa and Gardo, working part-time, were talking to the public. The topic is the repeated snow that has been falling and stopping for a few days.

This is what happened in the middle of that story.

"Well, there's a camaraderie in this world, too."

"Oh, we make them in the winter wilderness too, and some people live in homes made of snow and ice up north."

"Oh, really?"

And so far, it was just a public story.

"You know, juice powder and sweet liquor that you eat in a kamakra are better than you normally eat."

"More on that story."

"Huh?"

"More"

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That concludes the recap scene.

Gardo also wanted to experience the experience of eating warm sweetness in the kamakra, which Lisa experienced at a school skiing event when she was in elementary school.

'Eating cold foods in warm places'...... on the other hand, 'Eating warm foods in cold places' also looks really luxurious and delicious. Because the flavour of a meal is not determined solely by the quality of the ingredients and the cook's arm, but also by the environment in which they are eaten.

An adventurer's kamakra is something that has a strong meaning as a handmade emergency shelter, only to sneak a steep field on a winter adventure. The shape is the same but the backbone of the idea is different from the sole made with snow play. For that reason, the idea of making kamakura purposefully just for fun was outside Gardo's idea.

That's why no matter how much interest you get, you wouldn't normally move to execution in just an hour.

It was a terrible lightness of footwork.

Fortunately, there is a lot of snow, so it is essential for kamakra ingredients.

I'm out of town on purpose not to be another person's nuisance, and all I have to do is make a kamakra big enough to eat. The sweet thing at the heart, the juice powder, came after I asked for it to come forward, so it should arrive by the time it's done.

Snow is fuzzy. It's extra heavy on habits, and using it to make something is pretty heavy labor. But Gauld, confident in his health, moves forward with his work as if he were a bulldozer or an architectural heavy machine.

But his true horror did not remain to that extent.

You also thought that fatigued and colder bodies would make later juice powder taste better.

There would be some reason that the work had made me hotter, but on the way, I had taken off my coat and the shirt underneath it and was moving naked in my upper body. It could have been naked in the snow if it wasn't even near the city.

He goes that far just to eat sweet food, maybe bah... and he's the owner of a rather unusual sensibility.

Together, by the time an hour and a little bit passed for the quick work, Kamakura had been completed, which would allow the Gardo giant to fit perfectly.

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"Please wait."

"Whoa, I've been waiting for you!

As I put my clothes back on and relaxed and indulged in the kamakra, came the demon king with all sorts of luggage. I only told him the general location of the place I was planning to make it, but he didn't seem particularly lost. It would be quite remarkable if there was only one big kamakra in the snowfield, and no wonder there.

"There was juice powder in this pan..."

"Sounds delicious. Well, hurry up."

"Whoa, wait a minute, please"

"Oh, oh?

Gard, who sparkled his eyes at the juice powder full of a large pot, somehow devoured the demon king with an oak. Even though the cold and hunger are already in good shape, waiting any longer can be very painful.

But the Demon King set fire to the large luggage, the fire bowl, in the center of the kamakra, and began to bake the cake with that fire.

"If cooked in a good way, put it in a juice powder and eat it"

In addition, other fine condiments and small plates are removed,

"For once, the main thing is its juice powder, but I've also prepared yellow powder and sugar soy sauce."

"There's this guy...!

Apart from the juice powder, the Demon King prepared yellow powder, sugar soy sauce, pepper filling, crushed filling, butter… etc. Not if you're a friend of rice, but a friend of rice cakes. What a heartbreaking performance to use these to season and feed the baked cakes. Even the number of cakes is so prepared that Gard can't eat them.

When I put the cutlery on the baking net on the fire bowl, the surface of the cake eventually swelled like a child's cheek. If this happens, it's about time to eat. If you put it in a juice powder, you season it with other flavors, the possibilities are endless!

"Well, I'll come back later to collect the tools"

"Whoa, thanks!

The demon king who came out of the kitchen will leave here once and for all.

There is no difficult process to bake or season a cake, so Gard alone won't have a problem. Plus when the big adults added the two of them and their various luggage, it was a bit narrow on the boulders.

Well, I had a hard time with that, but sweet time came within the Kamakura of interaction petitions.

The first choice Gardo made was still the main juice powder.

Puckled swollen baked cakes were put together in a pot with dovadoba as they were and transported to the mouth where the juice of the beans was well tangled.

Sweet and gentle bean flavor.

And a unique texture for the fragrance of the cake.

That's not much different from what you usually eat in a store, but today the condiment adds to it: an environment called kamakra, cold, tired and hungry.

And then, what the hell?

The flavoring was supposed to go hand in hand with the products offered in the store, but it tasted many times better than usual.

"... delicious"

I expected Gardo to taste better than usual, too, but I didn't think it would be this far. An electric shock runs from the taste cells in your mouth, causing a tremor that burns your brain. I can't help but cry in my eyes. It's a strange shock that I didn't raise my voice and cry.

I managed to put a word of "delicious" into my mouth, but did I spare the flavor's aftertaste to fade by saying the words, and from there I went ahead and even ate silently.

Bake the cake, put it in the juice powder, and eat.

Bake the cake, cover the yellow powder, and eat.

Bake the cake, add the chopped filling, and eat.

Bake and eat rice cakes.

As if it were a mechanical device that could only operate constantly, it would prolong and repeat the action of baking, seasoning and eating cakes. He also looked a little different because there was so little other movement.

If you look closely, your eyes aren't focused, or maybe you're too delicious, dreamy, and your consciousness is flying. You look very unseen in public. If you are seen by the official constitution, you will undoubtedly be suspected of taking suspicious medicines first.

Together, Gardo was very satisfied with the unique sweetness of the snow season.