Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

The private room system I suggested to Mr. Torque. What a Chinese restaurant one of those rooms was. Surprise that what you talk about without thinking in the chat deteriorates and becomes a reality in front of you. Surprises have been successful in the sense of surprise, but as a store I very much doubt that would be okay with that.

"Come on, don't stand there. Sit down. I'll bring the food. Just a minute."

You felt better about the success of the surprise, Mr. Torque left the private room in a good mood. Well, it would be good if Mr. Torque was satisfied. Probably......

I'm sure there are unspeakable emotions in my mind, like guilt and cultural apologies, but even now there's been some kind of cultural invasion by cooking. I don't care.

In the meantime, I feel like settling down, so let's just sit down and wait, as Mr. Torque told us.

"You're a private room made with the advice of your master. It's a strange vibe, but I think it's nice"

"Ugh, yeah, thanks?

Sarah smiles and praises me when I get to my seat...... but can I honestly take this? Sarah can't say anything because of the possibility of a social dictionary.

"Master, I've already said that red is cool too!

"Well, thank you"

Marco compliments me, too, but don't take this one honestly. I also feel that the red one just touches the harp line, but it helps because I don't have to read it in depth because it's a childish honest feeling.

"Master, why are you turning the table? Can you even use it in the dining room at home?

Hmm, Gina seems intrigued by the rotating table. You're a family-minded kid even when you're away from home, aren't you? My father and brother are a little dangerous people, so why did they grow up to be such good kids? Strange.

Oops, I need to answer Gina's question rather than worry about something that doesn't seem to have an answer. I want to make a point at a time like this because as a spiritual magician I can hardly seem like a master.

That said, there's not that much to explain.

"It's subtle to go to Gina's house cafeteria, but this table is for restaurants with a lot of items, and this is how we use it."

Remove the cup from the magic bag and place it on the rotating table, rotating the table and transporting it in front of Gina sitting face to face.

"Whoa, that's funny -" "Cuke," "Ben Ri," "Cu!" "Isuzu!," "…," "ho," "poo," "wahoo!

"Er, master? It's kind of on the table in front of me..."

"Yeah. Looks like we kind of touched the bells' harp line, and everyone's gathering on the table."

Not only the Bells, but also the Fuku, are gathered together, so it's quite dense, albeit at a larger table.

This may be a scolding occasion for behaving badly, but I can't say that because I'm so cute.

"Oh well. That's funny.... Well, if it's the dining room at home, it doesn't have a lot of products, so I guess it's good for you. Thank you, Master."

Gina seems to have spotted the need for clams and a rotating table. Gina's house cafeteria is a bad word, but a cafeteria for the poor. You won't need a rotating table. The problem is you little ones looking at me with sparkling eyes.

I know it's about turning the table for sure, but that won't be the same as the first time a child sees a rotating table turning and shaking it.

Gina and the others can feel the signs of the Spirit, so they'll understand what's going on... but you still don't want to see your uncle play at the table. It's not cool.

"Turn around."

Yes, turn it. The clam body moves to Bell's request and glues the rotating table around. Hmm, I hear the furniture maker struggled, but that's a smooth move with no hooks. It's a job where you can feel the pride of an artisan.

And pass me by as I spin the table, toddler girl, child dolphin, boy, child fox, toddler girl, slime, bean owl, uri boy, bean owl, puppy, child slime, endless cuteness.

For a moment I thought of Marygoland, but given the density, I feel that spinning sushi is the right answer. If there is such spinning sushi in Japan, thanks for the full... No, it's a police case at a time when Bell, Tour and Flair are lined up. Lorishota will form a herd.

"The Bells, the Fukus are so happy, turn them around, too. If you treat me too abusively, it breaks, so be gentle."

Gina, Sarah, Marco and Kikka also reach for my words and begin to roughly spin the table.

The picture is terrible when I'm the only one spinning it, so my disciples get involved. This should also preserve the majesty of the accomplice, the master.

"Master. Is Mame welcoming you, too?

Kikka smiles and asks questions about whether she enjoys turning the table.

"Yeah, I'm happy for you. It's hard to tell between Fuku and Mame because they're spinning, but I'm sure because they're both happy"

I'm using my magic to pull around to the table, so if this isn't fun, it's pathetic that Kikka is supplying her with magic.

Turning the table with me and my apprentice, the chatter opened the private room door.

"Somehow Yuta, a good adult isn't playing at the table. Isn't it your job to embarrass your apprentice?

"Haha, Yuta's brother got mad too. But that's funny."

Mr. Martha, who brought the dishes, strikes an honest argument in the way she was stunned. And Calc, who made a leopard face from behind, empathized with me.

I'm kind of ashamed of being asexual.

"… checking performance"

"Right. Then it's time to finish checking your performance. I can't put the food down."

My painful excuses were flushed so lightly that I would stop the table spinning with grief. At the same time, Bell and the others seem a little sorry to be off the table, where Mr. Martha and Mr. Calc line up their food and drinks.

The dishes are put together either to make use of the rotating table or on a large plate, but there are usually many dishes served in the dining room, and I can't feel the novelty. Pasta hasn't come yet, and I guess the production will come later. There's no way Mr. Torque won't be competing in a new one at a time like this.

"Torque is still bringing the food, so report the results of the performance check at that time. Don't play too much."

"If you put the dish on and spin it quickly, it spills, so be careful."

Mr. Martha and Calc left side by side with the dishes. Calc, to think about your mouth, that kid's playing on a pretty spinning table, too. And I thought he was pretty pissed off. Well, I don't care about that. Now there's something I have to check.

"Silfi. You asked me to tell you when people came, didn't you?

"Yeah, you asked me to tell you when people came when the Bells were eating. Don't worry, I'll teach you."

A response came from the Great Spirit of the Wind with a loophole argument of contract. It conveys that you seem to have a lot of fun even though you are faceless. Definitely a deliberate offender.

"Silfi. I think we could use a little more accommodation, huh?

"If there's not going to be a big problem, I'll choose the funny one. And Yuta has a disciple, so be responsible for your words."

Um, I guess the first half is for real, but the second half is advice? I don't feel like I've been losing my mind lately, and should I keep my mind a little tighter?

Keeping his mind tight in the strange spot, the door opened and Mr. Torque and the others came in. Looks like the main dish arrived.

"First is the pasta for the request. And this is the new one Yutaka taught me. Give it a try."

First, the pasta of the requested pile of mushrooms is placed. Simple pasta with various mushrooms in it, but I can't see any other ideas from what I saw. But it's a strangely delicious and habitual pasta.

Next thing you know, it's dumplings. Water dumplings seem to be the royal road in real China, but grilled dumplings are the royal road as far as Japanese people are concerned, right? The fact that it is properly a feathered dumpling is wonderful.

But well, dumplings are as expected. We naturally talked about Chinese cuisine when we talked about the interior of the Chinese restaurant, and they also asked me some enthusiastic questions, so I knew that dumplings would eventually appear.

I moved on to Chinese food, and I thought the interior story was overheard, so I saw a private room and they drained my liver.

But dumplings. I'm looking forward to it, even if I expected it. Delicious, isn't it, dumplings? I love it so much that I feel like I can keep eating it.

I find it slightly uncomfortable how western-style dishes are lined up with dumplings in the center, but let's not worry about it because it's different worlds.

"Yuta. Try the dumplings first. I think it comes together as a flavor, but I want to know what Yuta thinks about the real thing."

Mr. Torque talks to me with a serious face. As for the taste, I seem confident, but I guess I'm also anxious because it's a dish I just made after listening. Then, as the person in charge of telling the story, I have to make sure I appreciate it.

"Okay."

I nod to Mr. Torque with a serious face, too, and take the fork. I'd love to eat dumplings with chopsticks, but, well, let's get my own chopsticks out of this later.

Sticking a fork into a dumpling feels crisp and handy. It feels like I can expect it.

"What's going on with the seasoning?

"Hmm? Does it taste good enough? Well, salt."

You didn't mention condiments. The dumplings are lard oil pie in vinegar soy sauce, but let's try that in paradise. It's time for the finished soy sauce.

Nodding at Mr. Torque, he bites at the dumplings as everyone watches him. Hmm, thicker than the skin imagined. It's not as good as the skin of a water dumpling, but it's about twice as good as a Japanese baked dumpling. But the contrast between the zest of the skin and the burnt surface and the feel of the mottled surface is great.

"Huh."

When the teeth break through the skin, the smell of garlic explodes into the mouth. This has enough garlic in it to worry about your bad breath tomorrow. It is a dish that can only be eaten because it is scary the day before it is drawn in Japan.

After the smell of garlic ravages the mouth, the flavour of spreading pork oil. The intensity of the oak meat flavour is not beaten by the aroma of garlic. And there's the nilla and ginger to join.

Vegetable and meat fillings with a strong habit are blended together, and the flavour of Paris moth wheat is wrapped in a crisp skin. I guess the skin is this thick because of the strong taste of the filling.

I also taught the dumplings with cabbage and cabbage and the type of dumplings that are less irritating, but this garlic stuck dumpling worked...... I love garlic. It's like Mr. Torque dumplings and tastes delicious without complaint.

... It's delicious without complaining, can I just tell you that?

You built more lodgings so the wealthy could come and eat, right?

Is there some kind of wrong direction? Bad breath? You know that! It's such a Han dish......

What about the female guests?