Labyrinth Restaurant

Christmas Eve on the 24th of December on Japanese time.

And the next twenty-fifth Christmas day.

Everywhere is full of floating vibes, but that's when some people have to sweat and work.

That can be, for example, a cake shop, a toy store, or a restaurant.

In business opportunities many times a year, "those inside" cannot afford to relax and enjoy the festive mood.

So Lisa, whose parents run a western restaurant, can't afford to play on Christmas Day and Eve every year either. It's a pile of things to do, accounting for meals to help you cook.

"Oneshitsuhashi of Western cuisine" is not a luxury store, but the deliciousness of food is a reputation in the neighborhood, so much so that every year around December's balls, those two-day reservations are filled.

Mini-courses with appetizers (hors d 'oeuvres), salads, soups, bread or rice, roast chicken and desserts for a price of 3,500 yen (excluding tax) per person are very popular each year. Only Bush de Noel from dessert serves what he asks of the neighborhood's cordial cake shop, but the salad, the soup, the appetizers, they all do quite a bit of this.

Roasted chicken in particular is an exclusive that we only offer for the last two days, even a year, a luxurious delicacy of stuffing the stomach of a chicken without a moth, with chestnuts, mushrooms and small onions sautéed in garlic butter, applying a secret sauce to the surface of the chicken and then baking the whole thing in the oven.

The skin stained with a sweet, rich sauce is parsley, the meat inside is juicy itself, and the stuffing of the stomach breathes in plenty of chicken extract, which is the only rich flavour that makes the Dombri rice edible.

I refuse because it's too much work, but I haven't been asked once or twice by a regular person to make it a permanent menu.

Well, I'm very busy every year with such a wack.

"Oh, I forgot."

This is no longer an annual routine, but in Lisa's subjectivity, “last year" Christmas was more than two years ago. It's been since I was in the third grade before I was still a brave man.

I'm sure it's because of that.

Of course I remembered the Christmas event itself, but I completely forgot that I didn't have the freedom to enjoy it. I was framed for being thrown into a kitchen like a battlefield, without thinking or being ready because of it.

By the way, there's another reason I forgot, I was thinking of Christmas as a timing candidate for an example confession, and I didn't care about anything else. It turned out to be busy and out of place, and as for Lisa, it was an unfortunately reassuring and complicated mood.

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"Really, that was tough"

"Well, I can handle it... I'm tired"

on the morning of the twenty-sixth day of December on Japanese time.

Lisa came to the Demon King's Restaurant. No, she was like Dafu, crushed by poking at the table. You must be so tired. Alice is also smiling bitterly at how it looks.

I was naturally busy when Lisa was in middle school, but she had more opportunities to be entrusted with cooking before this summer, and her workload increased dramatically at once.

Menu unfamiliar with unfamiliar work, I forgot to work until just before Omake but lack of preparedness for the late, fatigue has multiplied and swelled up even more squarely. If you hadn't snuck up on your strength with magic along the way, you might have fallen overworked.

By the way, "One Bridge of Western Food" today is a special holiday routine at the beginning of Christmas, but Lisa's grandfather has been sea-fishing with his buddies since the early morning, and Lisa's father has made his way to his hobby Jim Street, each showing off so tough that he's stunned.

"My grandfathers say it's a matter of getting used to it."

If you have pure health, Lisa should be far above you now, but there will still be a huge difference in working efficiency (and in this case the part due to mindset).

Cooking technique in the sense that it works efficiently without wasting, not just a technique to make delicious. That improvement is never easy. That's why it's worth it, I can say.

"That was tough."

"... Yes, it was tough... very"

If it was regular Lisa, she would rather care about her surroundings and pretend to be fine, but now she can't even afford it, and I honestly returned the affirmation to Alice's words.

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"So this is about the New Year's party."

It looks like Lisa has finally recovered, too, after all today, by unlocking unlimited calorie intake and eating cakes and sweets. Until we finally had a constructive conversation.

Lisa initially wanted to gather some acquaintances from this one to have a Christmas party.

But in view of the fact that few people know Christmas in this world in the first place, and the fact that there seems to be a custom in this world to hold New Year's Eve parties, we decided to cook and behave at New Year's Eve parties.

Anything was good if it was an excuse to get together and have fun at this time of year, so it was a decision that people in this world would be better able to understand why.

And here's one question Alice wondered.

Why is it hearsay that there is a New Year's Eve party?

"But isn't this the first time you've celebrated New Year's Eve in this world?

"Oh, that's right..."

Lisa celebrated New Year's Eve in this world once even when she was still running a brave operation, but just in the middle of a carriage down an unpopular lonely mountain path, there was no way she could have had a decent New Year's Eve party or anything.

If it was a week before or after that, they would have had a somewhat better New Year's Eve in a pretty big city, but it wasn't a good time.

"It was still your salvation that the next city was Harbor Street... because somehow only Kamaboko was eaten by himself..."

At the time, there were not enough seasonings and ingredients to make your own dishes.

I could barely steam the fish fillet and just make the kamaboko, but from a Japanese feel, what a glorious New Year. Lisa seems to have inadvertently remembered her sad feelings at that time, with a distant eye and dusk.

"So, then this time we have to get our share back and make room for it!

"... right. Yeah, it wasn't if you were depressed!

Alice's encouragement seemed like a sight to see, but it was a late occasion, but Lisa seems to have regained her bright feelings as well. I took some notes out of my pocket and handed them to Alice.

"Speaking of which, I came to give you this today."

"What's this?

"It's a recipe. I've copied the secret one from our store. Next time I make it, I think I should have looked through it beforehand."

Lisa's notes were examples of roast chicken and various other secret recipes.

In a few days we will all be getting ready for the New Year's Eve party, but suddenly trying an unknown recipe in doing so is very different in efficiency than knowing the procedure beforehand.

So I'm right when it comes to being right...... I was naturally curious that Alice had one.

"What's a secret... okay? It's a secret, isn't it?

"I don't think it's okay. In the first place, you can't be a commercial enemy with us."

"So is that."

"Besides, when I asked my friends if I could tell them, they said, 'Nothing's good,' and my grandfather said,

"Did you say that?!?"

Sweet enough for my granddaughter.

No, I'd rather hear it than hear it in this case.

Well, in fact, I'm not really willing to hide that recipe from Lisa's grandfather (it can be in a position that even student bytes can easily see), or I'm just calling it that with foil because I like the sound of the word "secret".

"Well, I also gave you the recipe, and I have business to do after this today, so you're already leaving. A friend at school told me to throw a Christmas party a day late for me."

That being said, Lisa hit and changed from when she was coming and left with a light foothold.

Today is the day the calories are banned because of it. I ate a lot to restore my energy, but I still have room in my stomach.

Even the one-day late Christmas party that awaits after this will unfortunately show its appetite.