Shadow Brave's Readventure - Re-Tale of the Brave

When Kate was holding discussions with the upper echelons of the Empire, led by Emperor Leonhardt. All the others, naturally, were at the eve festival. Participants in the eve festival are mainly those who open stalls, but they are not restricted otherwise.

So the stall was opened early, and the adventure department was inside, but it was starting to open. Inside is to make sure everything is ready to open and that all the procedures, flavors and cookware work as planned. It was a decision that even inside it would be possible enough.

"Uh-oh... It's so juicy when you cook it on a charcoal fire... Hatsumi..."

Sola was disappointed in the skewering of 'Rockbird' meat she hunted herself and was impressed with its flavor. I guess it's because I've picked it myself. I was impressed. A heavenly cherry blossom student stretched his chest to such an inspiring sola.

"Right? 'Cause you guys are the guys who got it for me. Good luck with this one. Baking and subtraction and quite swelling. I make my own charcoal and stuff. They can do a lot of charcoal when they look into it. This one was pretty fun over here. Ma, it took me a month to learn baking and subtraction. The grilled chicken became more charcoal."

"Seriously, you're tired over there... hey, what's next"

"Oops. Mutual... Wings next."

Sora took the skewer grill that was on the plate offered after the grill as she listened to the fun heavenly cherry blossom student's commentary. This one was still meaty here and plenty of gravy.

"This would be a messy fit for Yale... the difficulty is that I can't count it."

Sola remembers these past weeks as she clings to the meat of "Rockbird". Again, the target is a demon. I stayed there for about half a month, but still I wasn't able to take enough to say massive or abundant fishing.

There was inevitably a limited number of people who could hunt in a day if they avoided or were to avoid the opponent's fighting power or herd. That's the 'Rockbird' nest. If we're surrounded, that could destroy us. I actually went out hunting myself and also understood that the ingredients involved in 'Rockbird' were expensive.

"Is there anything unusual about it?

"Hmm... because it's a charcoal fire, I thought I was going to cook corn too, so I baked corn?

"Oh, good, that. The flavor of the festival. Bake one of mine, too."

"Aye. A clove of corn!

"" "I've got a clove of corn-!

Other students raise their voices to match the voices of the students who were responding to Sola. Naturally, the only employees in this stall are not Sola's responding students. The students who are responding to Sola are, so to speak, students like leaders and chiefs in this shift.

In fact, the upper floors were also scattered across each stall, tasting each stall. I guess it's because I'm still an executive of the organization. Basically, the leader appeared to respond to the fact that he was still in the preparatory stage.

"Even so... it's pretty juicy and thick."

"Sounds like it. Pretty much better than chickens, huh?

"Oops...... but the oil is also on and it has a good flavor. I thought it was protein...... yeah. Pretty juicy."

More delicious than I thought, Sola nodded one. This can be a real eyeball. He was honestly convinced that too. It's a unique ingredient for adventurers, but that's why the city's residents aren't very familiar with it. Pricing was pretty inexpensive, so I could expect a lot of money.

"Hmmm...... I knew I was sober...... Ugh! One ale! You're cold!

"Whoa! Wait a minute!

Though she had put up with it because it was her job, Sora still thought the adventurer had followed the board. He really wanted booze. I was asking for ale.

It should be noted that ale provides both cold and room temperature. The yakitori is roasted right in front of you because of the stall, and the heat is reaching the passenger seat.

but few say it's still room temperature when it's ale. In the first place, cold beer on Earth is something from Japan. There are more room temperature beers in the world, and so was Enefia. So I was able to provide both. And that's how an incoming call came to Sola's comms machine at a place full of drinks.

"Yeah......? Oh, senior. Hey, Wari."

"Whoa. You're in trouble, too."

"haha......"

When Sola laughs at one of the students' words, she wears a headset to respond to instant communication.

"Yes, what's going on?

"Oh, Sola. This one needs time to fry, so I thought I'd ask you."

"Oh, if you say so, you're fried."

In the words of an instant, Sola remembers that he went to the fried chicken shop. After all, the moment is the meeting of the Union of Clubs. And that one is run by the club federation. It was only logical that the moment of that meeting should go out for a tasting.

"This one is basic, I feel like I bake, eat and drink every bottle. Sounds delicious. '

"Right. Still waiting time seems pretty short for you."

"I don't know what to do. I asked for the first onion appropriately, but it came out while I was talking. '

"This one's been fried twice. Oh, my God, it seems so. It's going to take a little longer... No, I guess I'm sorry I didn't ask for a big bite."

Listen to Sora's response, and the moment sees the fryer. There was a big size fried chicken he asked for dancing in the oil. If you are deep-fried with a large bite, the frying time is roughly five to six minutes. It's not so much the same as the grilling time of a grilled chicken on a charcoal grill.

but because the size increased, the fire didn't go through until the middle of it, it seems to have grown a little longer. And I noticed that there was also a bouncing sound of oil in the sound of Sora entering the communications machine in those moments of words. I didn't cut the ambient sound, so I could hear it burning both over there and here.

"That sounds good, too."

"Looks like you did, too."

Patchy, the cracking sound of charcoal also echoes in my instant ear. Both sound appetizing. When we were discussing the status quo while listening to that, the instant one could apparently do it. While frying from the fryer and cutting oil, a student asks instantly.

"Seniors. What do you want the flavor to be?

"Hmm..."

This time, the instant asked for fried chicken to taste with powder that still serves as an eyeball. If you eat eyeballs, you don't know what tasting is for. Nevertheless, its flavour was also varied and not immediately determinable.

"Shit... should I have decided not to talk..."

I guess I was supposed to decide what to make during the wait. but for a moment, it was sounding here that I was checking the situation with Sola and the others because of work. I was seriously working because Kate was in a meeting with the emperors Leonhardt and the others so I was entrusted with the aftermath, but I neglected to do so.

"... right. For now, please use the classic scorched butter soy sauce."

"Ugh. That's a classic."

Taking an instant order, the student gently sprinkles some of the seasonings with scorched butter soy sauce powder for his hand. When wrapped in a special piece of paper like kitchen paper that could be eaten by hand, I handed it to him instantly.

"Done."

"Oh, thank you...... oh, yeah. Sure you had some containers you could carry?

"Yes. I have a big bite of stuff and big eyes to go with it, though."

"You can put each powder one by one in a big bite of stuff later, because it's good. Let's try it at the executive. Again, this is the biggest eyeball of this time. I want to try it with all the upper management."

"Ugh!"

I guess it's because it's still one of the best eyeballs of this one. The students seemed to have quite a temper, and the response was prestigious. As such, while waiting for the next thing to be ready, I decided to put in contact with the stalls led by the student council, where many of the upper layers were headed, eating fried chicken for a moment.

'Oh, it's me. One. How about you?

"Ah, a meeting… Yes, this is just where the food was finished"

Before the cherry blossoms I was contacted from the moment, I had all the dishes that the cherry blossoms ordered this time. Sola and the instant place are basically set up so that couples younger than family can easily stop by and eat and walk.

Of course, it's possible to sit down, but that's the main one. In contrast, this place is basically conceived to sit down and eat properly. So chairs and tables were also set up in front of the stall, and the number of employees was the highest here.

The majority of the upper level is also here to go with it. To find out if we can handle it properly even with the number of people. So he sat at the table in multiple combinations separate from Cherry Blossom Place.

'What did you ask me to do?

"Uh... fried tofu with green vegetables. It's called basic home-cooked dishes, such as wrapped eggs and meat potatoes. The grilled fish hasn't come yet. Miso soup earlier."

This stall serves either home-cooked or liquor-compatible food. Cherry blossoms had chosen to cook at home within. It was a big wonder that the student chairman was seen drinking alcohol on the boulder, and even though it was his job, how about that? And that's a very serious idea, but there was a woman on this scene who was drinking normally without worrying about it. Even though it is a teacher, it is.

"Phew... uh... not the best"

The teacher is, needless to say, in the light. Do you drink to eat or to drink? That would be the latter if you let Kate tell you, but she says it's the former.

Therefore, before the food came, I drank all the aperitifs and chicken and Daiginjo, which I bought from Nakatsu. Edamame on the side. He was the figure of a drinking guard who was not ashamed to put it out anywhere.

"Yes, I can simmer pork horns -!

"Well... Ah, here we go. I knew this was for dinner."

And what such a lamp was asking for was the right dish for booze. For example, there were things that made the wings a little spicy or the beating cucumber she had asked for on her own earlier. It's a place called knobs that seems to be on a lot of knob recipes.

"Mm-hmm! Mutsuki, you're going to be such a good daughter-in-law! What is this, juicy but not greasy! Did you throw the oil away many times during simmering?

"Thank you. Yeah, a lot of people can be tight if they're too greasy... so, you know, I don't know what the physique of this guy is."

To praise that in a way will not be spilled, Mutsuki bows his head as if it were only a little lit. He's still the best if it's cooking. So he was making me the majority of the dishes that he would serve to the upper management this time.

"Even if... yeah! Fine. Fine! I'm sure this will thrive! The waitress is cute, and the food is delicious! I go by every day!

"Well, that would be..."

Cherry blossoms just have an ambiguous grin against the inside of the lamp that speaks praises in an upbeat mood. its waitress, but this is certainly a waitress in a way. but you're probably right to be a waiter in terms of gender.

"Ugh. I knew I was the best."

"It's great, Yayoi!

"" Yikes!

Yayoi, who serves as the evening offering in the lamp, exchanges high touches with the lamp. I was surprised that the cherry blossoms barely knew it, but apparently Yayoi also drinks when he's with the lights. So here, too, she was asking for a dish that would go with alcohol.

Many students were greatly surprised to see Yayoi drinking for the first time. Meanwhile, Yayoi, who rarely blushed his cheeks with alcohol, was checking the status of Shiitake Moon's skirt.

"Hmm... but maybe I should put it on my lap a few centimeters later..."

"Hey, this must be exquisite - It's exquisite not to look at this little rush."

"Mr. Lantern, is that your old man's opinion? You can't see. If you can't see it, it's a little out."

"Uh."

In response to Yayoi's scratch, the lights raise a pleasant but dissatisfied voice. And, listening to such a drunken conversation, Cherry Blossom continued to report to the Moment.

"And does it feel like saying? Because cooking is still cooking, this one needs time there."

'I guess that is. I still don't care if you're cooking pork squares or something. "

I cook myself in a dorm even momentarily when there was the Tensakura School in Japan. So I really wanted to eat, so I sometimes cooked elaborate dishes myself. And everyone knows about the menu. So I knew there was an elaborate dish, and I knew I needed time for it.

"But...... yeah. It has an elegant taste. Because it has a lot of Kyoto flavoring or it's light."

"Hmm... Was that still the right thing to do?"

I guess it's because the instant place is a fried chicken shop. The basics still taste dark. And Sola's place still tastes thick. That's where the difference was. And, beside such a serious conversation, Yayoi and the lamp were still drinking, and it looked like they were placing additional orders.

"Oh, hey! I'll get the pickles. Hey!

"Ah, yes! Yes, your town!

"This is the pickle Kate was trying to make until she screamed."

"Oh, I knew Kate hadn't lost her Japanese heart."

It was the shallow pickled cucumbers and saucepan that came out. Because it was made with ringtones, it was impossible not to eat it. Yayoi ordered it. And pickles. Cherry blossoms also reminded me of that.

"Oh, can I have one?

"Yeah, cherry blossoms, too"

I'm not eating on each individual's own. I'm ordering whatever I want, but this is a setup where I'm coming with you. So I have no problem getting the cherry blossoms that Yayoi ordered. And she didn't realize that the lights were looking forward to seeing such cherry blossoms.

……

"Ahhhhhhh"

"Ha ha. Caught?"

"Mr. Lantern! Don't play weird pranks!

"Remember, no harm done. Okay? Because it's the taste of kite."

"Ugh... Phew..."

It is a cherry blossom with a bite and a mouthful, but what she ate was apparently plum. It is also an old-fashioned dried plum with a lot of salt, and white dried plums that don't even contain a sissy. They secretly switched plums - there were two kinds - pickled honey. And that's how she sighed a little in the light as she sighed with green tea in her mouth.

"Cherry blossoms... a little auntie on boulders... smells like grandma"

"... I care. Don't tell me."

Eat plum dried and sip green tea for a breath. If you do see what you see, you're an old lady on the edge. but that's also supposed to happen, and this is how the cherry blossoms in childhood were with my grandmother. Looks like that's what I was wearing.

"Mmm... but I'm soaked in good salt plums"

"Sounds like a Japanese heart that fits all white rice."

I also seriously agree with the feeling of cherry blossoms in the light. The philosophy of this stall is, dare I say, to make the Japanese people know their hearts. It is good to say that it is seasoned to suit its purpose.

"You can handle the opening tomorrow."

"Yes. They're working properly elsewhere..."

"The waitress is cute, too."

"Gentlemen."

Moon, who brought me the dish again, waves straight to Yayoi's praise and returns to the stall again. As such, the cherry blossoms decided to make sure that the operation was fine for the first time, eat the food and leave the cleanup to go back to the hotel.