Legend

"Hey, Hasta. This meat is a little unusual, isn't it?

"Ah, yes. That's right. You got it."

"No, it's a little hard, so if you think about it normally, everyone will know"

"... No, there are quite a few people who know that spices are used, but they don't know what kind of spices they are."

With that said, Ray is convinced, too.

I found that Ray was a pepper... or a similar type of spice, even if not like a pepper, only because I knew purely what a pepper tasted like.

Its characteristic spiciness is different from that of things like pepper and sunflower, but many people who have never eaten pepper will not know if they say so.

"This spice is well preserved, so I can use it quite a bit. It's easy to collect."

"By that I mean, is this what Hasta's picking?

"Yeah. Well, it's a lot easier than taking down a monster"

If you say so, Ray can convince me too.

Even when I was in Japan, Ray had been running around in the mountains since he was a little girl.

As a matter of course, I had found the peppers, and other than that, I picked a variety of mountain vegetables.

That's why I can honestly nod to what Hasta has to say.

"And yet... that's amazing. Not cold at all."

Hasta squeaks as she looks around.

There are tables and chairs arranged on the road in the back street, completely incomparable to the garden of the marina's house.

The sight is quite remarkable, but nevertheless the passers-by will be convinced if they see Seto.

Seto said he had no choice.

"Hey, Hasta. We're going to have some delicious food today."

"Welcome, Mr. Sanchez. Please take your time."

"Oops.... but even in winter it's not cold around here"

In a situation that doesn't make him feel cold, the man called Sanchez enters the store, wondering, but not caring any more.

And seeing Sanchez go inside the store, Hasta asks Ray, who is once again tasting the dishes on the table.

"This warmth, after all..."

"It's not me."

They know I'm good at flaming magic, so maybe they think I'm doing it.

To Ray's words I thought so, Hasta looks envious of the marina.

Naturally Marina was also aware of that gaze, which included thin admiration, but Marina, who is often turned to such gaze, recieves and opens her mouth without looking concerned about it.

"If you can use spiritual magic, anyone can do it to some extent."

"No, there's hardly anyone who can use that spiritual magic."

Few people can use magic in the first place, and even fewer if it becomes spiritual magic among them.

Besides, it's an imitation of raising ambient temperatures, like they say anyone can do, but it takes more than a certain amount of skill there.

Not to mention that when it came to adjusting not to unravel the snow on the ground, there was no way I could do it overnight, even if I could use spiritual magic.

"Perhaps you are.... and the meat from Snow Salamander is delicious, but the skewers over here are delicious too, right?

Receiving Ray's words, the marina turns her gaze to the skewer that is served on the plate.

A common dish in gilms: skewered oak meat.

However, due to beneath the meat, careful flavoring, and skilled grilling, the dishes were different from the skewer grills sold in the nearby shops... No, the dishes were not the same as the bunks.

"Hey, Hasta! The next dish is ready! Take it!

Hasta smiled happily at the marina who complimented me on the skewer... the voice of Dishot echoes from inside the store as if I had anticipated the timing.

You won't have to think about how loud that sounds because the voice of Dishot in the kitchen sounds all the way outside.

"Excuse me. Well, I'll bring you some food."

Vihera, who was watching such an exchange, laughs funny as she hurries back inside the store and drops off Hasta.

"Oh, a woman who can't afford to fool a promising teenager if she goes to the marina."

"I'm not trying to impress you, am I? Besides, if that's what you're saying, I don't think you can say about people, even Vihella?

Many guests come to the full pavilion, and many pass in front of the store.

The gaze of such people is directed at the most conspicuous ceto, but then also at two beauties, such as Vihera and Marina, who attract people's eyes.

"This kind of gaze and this kind of gaze earlier, it's different, isn't it? I'm not gonna let you tell me you don't know that, am I?

"Well, I wonder.... However, whatever that gaze may be, I will not live up to it. Except for Ray's gaze."

If you're a normal man, that's the kind of flush that makes a woman feel glossy, like it turns bright red.

But Ray, who was pointed at it, didn't seem to notice the marina's gaze, and he was savoring a skewer of snow salamander with Seto.

"Delicious, this meat"

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

To Ray's words, Seto also sounds happy as he eats the meat removed from the skewer.

Just the meat of the Rank B Monster Snow Salamander, naturally you can say its flavour is excellent.

Of course, the flavor drops to such an extent that it is not comparable to the meat of a silver lion, but that was a poor object to compare.

Skewers that utilize the color of meat called pure white spread the flavour of the meat in the mouth along with spicy spices like pepper in the mouth, and the fiber dissolves.

Whether the pepper was spicy or pure meat flavour but very refreshing.

Then, the flavour of the meat is intense, so it has a very strong impact due to its appearance.

"... ha"

A marina, lightly flushed with her appeal, sighs unfortunately.

Vihera looks at such a marina with a grin and wipes it around Bühne's dirty mouth.

Enjoy laughing at each other and launching while we have our usual interactions.

There, Hasta returns to the store earlier with a vessel containing dishes.

Ray, who was eating skewers and simmers with Seto, notices a slightly sweet scent drifting from that vessel.

That was the smell Ray smelled several times too.

In addition, Hasta's vessels are familiar to Ray.

"Steamer...... so that's it, after all?

"Ah, yes. Will Mr. Ray understand after all? This is the meat we're serving right now."

"Mmm!"

Hearing fleshy, Bühne raised her voice gladly.

The meatballs sold at the golden pavilion are still popular, if not as popular as before.

The queues are getting shorter, but they still don't have to be lined up to buy them.

For that reason, I still don't have any beaunes... No, I never ate meat except for Ray.

That's why Büne was happy that meat meat was actually served in this way.

(To tell you the truth, you wanted to eat the golden bread pavilion meat meat meat meat that was first put up for sale... well, you can eat it within close distance, right?)

Vihera, who was watching Büne rejoice, smiles and turns her gaze to the steamer that is placed on the table.

When Hasta opens the steamer lid while receiving everyone's gaze, the white hot air blocks the sight of those who were only watching for a moment.

Spirit magic keeps it at about spring temperatures but still the hot air came out...... I guess that's because it's magic.

The sweet fragrance that drifts is the fragrance of the fleshy dough.

"This is flesh, isn't it?... a lot of interesting shapes though?

The fleshy man who showed up is in a familiar shape for Ray.

But for Vihera, who was used to regular bread, it must have looked like a rare form. He was pointing an interesting gaze at the meat in the steamer.

"Mmm!"

The first thing I reached out to was Beaune, naturally.

I guess I just wanted to eat meat for a long time, and if it was actually put in front of me like this, I wouldn't have been able to stop reaching out.

"Oh, because it's hot... you seem fine"

Freshly steamed meat is, naturally, hot.

It was Hasta who tried to pay attention to it, but Büne grabbed the meatloaf and stuck around without looking like she cared at all.

"Well, it's a beaune. … shall we eat too? Rumor has it, you were wondering what kind of food it was."

He grins at how Bühne is doing, and the marina reaches for meat, too.

Marina and Ray also reach for meat, respectively, and for Seto, Ray puts them on the plate and on the ground.

Instead of eating it as it is, the first thing Ray did was break the meat into two pieces.

The hot air rises, just like it did in the steamer.

Also, the smell of utensils drifted around and stimulated my appetite.

"Heh..."

Ray raised an impressive voice, probably because the smell of cracking and drifting meat never beats the meat being served at the golden bread pavilion.

Of course, the smell of drifting is different than the meat filling inside is different.

But that was never wrong in the sense of giving the store its uniqueness.

"Mmm!

Beune, who ate meat, raises her voice.

I still don't change my expression, but that makes my cheeks red... because the meat was unexpectedly delicious, or because I clung without hesitation to the freshly steamed meat and my mouth burned as a result? Or both.

Ray softly carries the meat into his mouth as he sees how Büne is doing that way.

Instead of burning the inside of your mouth just like Bühne, whatever, taste the meat thoroughly.

The meat is cut slightly larger, allowing a good taste of the texture of the meat.

In addition, there are several vegetables in the other utensils, starting with mushrooms.

What surprised Ray was that it contained vegetables with a texture close to that of a taco.

Of course I don't know if that's really a taco, and I don't think I can pick a taco at times and now.

Thinking about it that way, it was a pleasure for Ray to have vegetables with a similar texture, although probably not tachenocho.

(If I had a taco, I could make a memma or something... uh, no ramen? In the udon appliance, perhaps? Hmm, I don't know how to make memma in the first place)

Among the ramen utensils, Memma likes it a lot. As for Ray, I want to make Memma if I can.

But naturally, I didn't know how to make memma.

In the mountains where Ray lived in Japan, various types of mountain vegetables can be picked in the spring.

Some of them naturally have taches, but the taches were of the kind known as nemagaridake or princess bamboo, not taches used to make common memmas.

Nor, naturally, do I know how to make memma.

I know if my mother used lard or sesame oil to fry, menma-style dishes...

(Oh, but can we start there? I know how to make sesame oil... the problem is lard oil. Add the chili powder to the heated oil...... what was that?

Even if I try to remember the lard oil I was making from the cooking comics I saw when I was in Japan, I can't completely remember that.

In the first place, we don't even know if we have chili.

(Tomorrow, but why don't you take a look around the market?)

Eating meat, Ray decides so.

If you think maybe you could look at some other ingredients and come up with a dish, then you'll be delighted with that.

Most importantly, the vegetables in this world are completely different in taste and texture even if they are similar to the vegetables Ray knows about, so there's no reason to take them honestly.

Not to mention, it's winter and there aren't as many vegetables, and most of them are expensive, even if they are.

... I don't care about Ray, who has a lot of money.

"What do you think? The meatballs..."

Seeing Ray in silence, you wondered if there was anything strange about the meat as well. Hasta asks me a little worried.

When he realizes that, Ray once again tastes the meat and opens his teat.

"Yeah, not like the meatloaf I was making at the golden bread pavilion, but I think this is fine"

"It's not like it tastes bad as meat, is it?

"That's not a problem"

"... Phew, good. To be honest, it's sold once and for all, but you're really selling less than the golden bread pavilion, aren't you? Of course, there's a difference between the main street and the back street."

Hasta exhales in relief at Ray's words.

While I trusted my father's cooking arm, I guess there was still a lot to worry about.

Hasta, so relieved, returns to the store to pick up another dish again.

The Rays dropped off such a hasta... and enjoyed the launch.