The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Thomas-Alfeid is said to be the ancestor of the Alfaid family Zhongxing, who has traded various ingredients mainly in wheat.

I pinched and dried the wheat, the main selling product of the store, noodles.

Ingredients that are well preserved if left dry, but were not very popular because of the simplicity of flavoring.

It was Tomas who festived it up to the staple food of the royal nobility, which was positioned as the food of the common people.

The secret… is the numerous sources devised by Tomas.

A sauce made by sautéing mushrooms in common sauce made with milk and flour with the addition of thin fish soy, which is familiar in the kingdom.

A sauce made with bold salting of fish eggs, a specialty of the western harbor, and a new spicy addition by adding spicy Togalan powder to its salting.

Alfaid stamped noodle sauce greatly elevated the status of noodles that until then had only simple flavorings such as salt, cheese, honey and pepper.

The Alfaid Chamber of Commerce, which has thus long dealt with noodles, in one way or another, grew rapidly to become one of the kingdom's finest chambers of commerce, and Tomas, who accomplished it, was honored as the 'genius of culinary invention'.

... but Tomas knows.

He said he wasn't a genius or anything, he was just lucky.

In the dark behind the warehouse where I keep my parents' wheat, it was securely tucked away, a black door.

that it was just Tomas who happened to find it.

For nearly 30 years, Tomas has been going to that store every 28 days as a merchant, not a customer.

I'm totally retired from business and I've come to be known as your hideout, and I'm not involved in business anymore.

But Tomas had a promise to his predecessor.

As long as each other's 'shops' go on, 'deal' goes on.

Today, Tomas was getting ready to head out to the store.

"- Okay. This must be it."

After many years of regular use, anyway, making sure that a lot of stuff was in the backpack of the sale contained numerous items that the store owner had asked for, Tomas leaked a word.

Only 'doors' in the same place can be used once every time.

Once the door is closed, it can never be opened from the outside.

And if what goes into that door opens the door from the inside and leaves the dining room, the door disappears.

Tomas knows that that's the door… the rule for the entrance to a different world cafeteria.

For this reason, Tomas tries to check carefully to see if there is any laziness every time before knocking on the door.

I give my voice to my grandson, who decided to take me for the first time this time, in order to get ready and have to go out.

"Okay, shall we go? Sirius."

"That this door is connected to another world... is that true? Uncle...

It is certainly unnatural that there should be such a splendid door in the old vault of our Chamber of Commerce... "

Sirius, a boy who is the grandson of Tomas and heir to the next generation of the Alfaid Chamber of Commerce, is a puzzled face.

I can't help it, Thomas thinks.

The door to a different world is a spectacular realm for a merchant who is neither a kind of adventurer traveling everywhere nor a magically good elf.

That would be the kind of idiot who tends to dream of believing that there are doors to travel with other worlds in a zoo all over the city like this.

"Go and you'll see. What, it's okay. It's not as different from the other world as it is from the other world.

More than anything else, it's a store to be described as a benefactor to the Alfaid Chamber of Commerce. "

Hang your hand on a brass door knob with that said and turn.

The well-maintained door knob twirls around, making the sound of a chillin 'chillin' that I could hear, and the door opens.

"Benefactor's, shop?... What the hell kind of store is it?

I'm about to push my body right across the door, and I can question it from my grandson behind me.

"Different world dining room... it's a restaurant."

Tomas knocked at the door, answering it.

In contrast to the dark zoo, the bright store spreads in front of Tomas.

"There you are... oh, is that Mr. Tomas? Wait a minute, please."

When I knocked at the door, the shopkeeper had just finished wiping the shop table with a cloth wet with water.

From the kitchen, I can boil the cottonseed, the sound of the pan.

Tomas decides to visit a long time before other guests arrive to keep out of the way of business.

"Yes... let me sit properly, okay?

"Yes, I'm done wiping that table over there, so it's okay... and that one, by the way?

"Nice to meet you. I'm Tomas' grandson and I'm Sirius. My grandfather always takes care of me."

Asked by the shopkeeper, Sirius bows his head with merchant-like affection.

"As you can tell, I'm the grandson of Nong... and I'll bring him here sometimes, so I'll ask you to do it again."

"I see. Is that your grandson? You do have an old Tomas face."

The shopkeeper nods back.

Tomas has known this shopkeeper since he was just a young child, and the shopkeeper knows Tomas well.

Between the two people who have been friends for a long time, there was a flow of familiarity somewhere like a friend, while being a reciprocal counterpart.

"Well, I'll bring you some coffee first, so wait a minute."

That said, the shopkeeper pulls into the back.

"A coffee?"

"It's a kind of tea from another world. Black and bitter.

It's good inside and it cheers me up when I drink it "

A smiling look at his grandson, who rarely looks around in a chill as he lightly explains the coffee thing.

"Again, is it unusual?

"Yes. Is this the other world?

All I can see in the eyes of Sirius looking around at Kyorokyōro is something I'm unfamiliar with.

"That's right. Find out. You can see that the conditioning, the making in the store, what you said is out of their common sense, right?

"... I see. Indeed."

Sirius, whose eyes are fairly fat if he belongs to his world as a merchant in the king's capital, is convinced by Tomas' words.

Sure, this is... not exotic or that level. I feel the separation of cultures.

"Thank you for waiting. It's coffee."

When I'm talking about that, the store owner brings coffee.

Milk poured into two cups, black liquid and small metal water drain.

That puts it in front of the two of us.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"No, then I'll bring the sales. So wait a minute."

That said, the shopkeeper pulls back into the kitchen in the back again.

"Okay, let's say I get it.

Sirius, I'm sorry, but your blue... can you get me some sugar?

"Oh, yes..."

Receive the sugar jar from Sirius and stir for 2 cups with a spoon, in addition to the coffee.

It is Tomas's preference not to add milk.

"Uhm, good"

Drink a cup of coffee, remembering that the guests at this store told me that there were similar drinks in the desert country.

Whether the refined artisan's arms are good, the sweetness of sugar without extra flavor and the bitterness that contains the faint acidity that pops in with the unique aroma spreads to the mouth.

Its heat and flavour stain the body, making it feel more energetic.

This coffee, which is behaved 'for free' when Tomas comes, is a covert pleasure for Tomas.

"Look, drink too before it gets cold. Give me some sugar.

I like it but the milk is good too. It softens the flavor. "

"Yes... I'll take it"

I learn from my grandfather, and Sirius also drinks two glasses of sugar to make sure it tastes good, then drinks plenty of milk.

"... that's sweet and delicious. This."

Plenty of milk, in a soft sweetened coffee, and Sirius breaks his face, too.

In recent years, sugar purified from sugar acne has started to come in from exotic countries, but sweets are still valuable items traded in silver coins even in small quantities.

The Alfaid Chamber of Commerce itself has a richer nostalgia than a lousy aristocrat, but the luxury that doesn't lead to money is discreet in family training, so I can't speak of sweet things or anything without this opportunity.

(Around happy with the sweet stuff... you're just a kid)

I smile and see Sirius savoring the coffee with a look on her face at the heat when she drank it all at once.

From birth onwards it lacks the glamour of a smack up merchant because he is the boss of the Great Chamber of Commerce, but his grandson, whose head spins fast, was Tomas's favorite.

Often two people enjoyed coffee from different worlds and when they had finished drinking, the shopkeeper with the iron box returned.

"Thank you for waiting. I've brought the sales of different world cafeterias for this month.

Can I keep that bag over here?

"Oh, please. In the meantime, let's keep an account."

Return the empty cup to the store owner and give him the bag he brought.

"Yes. Sure, I'll put that on top a little bit then"

That's how I open the iron box, watching the shopkeeper carry the bag heavy.

"Wow... there are 8 gold coins..."

"... um. That's the usual."

For some reason it comes in every time, there are 8 precious gold coins that are usually only about aristocracy or luxury.

41 pieces of silver coins with fragmented origins.

And about 700 copper coins.

Inside it was a month of sales in a different world cafeteria packed in an iron box.

"Hmm. Is sales slightly higher this month than last month"

Identify and calculate the approximate forehead with skilled merchant moves.

"Is this… the sales of this store"

"It will. And..."

Answer with a nod.

Tomas is responsible for keeping the sales of this store every month.

"It's also the cost of the contents of that bag"

as consideration for 'goods'.

"When it comes to the contents of that bag... is it an ingredient?

The product, an ingredient from different worlds that Tomas brought with him is such a luxury product that it would not have been possible to prepare had it not been for the Alfaid Chamber of Commerce, which specializes in handling food.

Traded goods carried from exotic countries over long journeys from very normally marketable things such as wheat and various vegetables, at the end of which delicacies cut from demons defeated at the mercy of hunters and adventurers.

It is the deal between Tomas and the other world stores to wholesale what said so in consideration of the sales of the different world cafeterias.

"That's right. Well, once in a while, I don't even have a healing herbal medicine.

Basically they sell ingredients. "

"I see..."

Sirius nodded at his grandfather's words.

Indeed, when it comes to the handling of food, it is now a deal that seems to be the Alphaid Chamber of Commerce, which boasts of the Kingdom One.

"But what are you doing with that ingredient?

I think there's a little bit less to serve as food in this store. "

To see how it went earlier, sales in different world cafeterias for a month did not reach 10 sheets in gold coins.

Considering the store only opens once every 7 days, sales around the day are a little with 2 gold coins.

I didn't think that enough ingredients would be enough for Tomas, the old man, to carry.

"Oh, that's... it seems the owner eats it himself."

I have also had the same question, Tomas when he was first brought up with a deal, and I have asked him directly.

The answer was this.

"Want some? The owner of this store, is it?

"Yeah, so did my predecessors, but the owner here says it's a flavoring study."

I eat the ingredients that Tomas has unloaded because they are not large enough to serve to all the customers in the store, and there is a problem with 'eisey'.

That was what previous generations and modern store owners called research.

"Research?"

"I don't know what a cook would think..."

Furthermore, I will briefly explain the preposition to Sirius, the confused face.

Once upon a time, the shopkeeper asked me why I wanted ingredients from different worlds.

The Dining Room of the Other World welcomes the human beings of the world of Tomas as guests.

Therefore, the standard that I think the tongue tastes good is Nihon… subtly different from the shopkeeper who is a person from another world.

Luckily, they don't have any big discrepancies, but still, there are strict discrepancies.

So to combine it, taste the ingredients of the world of Tomas and decide on the flavoring of dishes made with ingredients from different worlds based on their flavors.

That's how they're adjusting it to fit as well as possible into the mouth of the world's inhabitants of Tomas.

"I wouldn't bother to do that… it wouldn't do me much good"

Listening to the story, Sirius makes a subtly unconvincing face, like he was convinced.

Honestly, it's not right to go that far in a different world dining room that only opens once every 7 days, even from sales.

"Well, it seems like this otherworldly dining room itself is a hobby for shopkeepers.

It seems most enjoyable to please guests by eating something delicious.

Our current generation is just like our predecessors around here. "

Tomas laughs, as he teaches his grandchildren like that.

My predecessors were also people whose cooking was a hobby at the same time that I thought it was a job.

The Different World Dining Room has been open to the world of Tomas for 30 years.

Tomas knew that what was still loved was also the result of the efforts of the two shopkeepers.

"Good luck. I did confirm the delivery."

Talking about that, the shopkeeper with two menus returns.

"As always, I will be luxurious, so order whatever you like.

Sirius, please. "

Place the menu in front of the two of you saying that in your usual habits.

"Non is as usual... right, with a lot of spaghetti meat sauce.

Sirius, can you do that, too?

"Yes, I'll take care of it, Grandpa."

Without opening that menu, Tomas orders the menu.

"Yes. Two meat sauces, please."

Nodding to the order, the owner returns to the kitchen.

Then often… what you are looking for comes.

"Thank you for waiting. It's meat sauce."

Before the two, a noodle dish with plenty served on a large eye plate along with a green cylinder and a silver glowing fork is placed.

Hanging on top is a bright red sauce with plenty of finely chopped meat.

"Uhm. Spaghetti is still limited to meat sauce"

It's the meat sauce that I've eaten in this store more than once… the beginning flavour for Tomas.

The number of noodle dishes increased considerably over the course of 30 years, and there were times when I ate this, including the noodle dish Neapolitan, which exchanged meat sauce and bi-perfection...

Again, the last 'goal' fit into this.

"Is that... your uncle?

Sirius, on the other hand, realizes that and is perplexed.

With a troubled face, ask Tomas for an explanation.

But Tomas says just one word to it.

"What, you can tell if you eat. A lot. Let's have it before it gets cold."

Grab a well polished fork gently placed on the side of the meat sauce and gently plug it into the meat sauce.

Stir slowly, tangle the sauce firmly in the noodles, and then roll just one bite away.

Drink the sawdust... cheeks.

Good.

Every time, the first thought that comes out is simple that one word.

Just to take the meat, the flavour of soft cow meat and pork meat that you raised without having to work spreads first in your mouth.

The two meats with different flavors, finely chopped by hand gap, mix with each other, making them flavors that cannot be served by either meat alone.

Enveloping it is the taste of vegetables that closely resemble the fruit of a braised marmet that exchanges the backbone of the meat sauce.

Taste it about 10 years ago, remembering the excitement when you mouthed something dried with Marmet fruit that was only marginally made in a small mountainous country.

Out of the simmered vegetables is acidity and plenty of flavor. That goes well with the meat and adds flavor.

(Hmm... crushed and stir-fried nuts in thinly sliced mushrooms, plus an oranier stir-fried in oil, then herbs... still can't reach it yet)

Swallow the noodles slowly and exhale.

Since when have you been able to feel the amount and complexity of the ingredients contained in this source?

When I first found this shop and ate the meat sauce made by my predecessors in an era when I was still called a youth, I only knew it was delicious and ate it all at once.

It was such a shock.

It was an unthinkable substitute for cooking to eat rustic flavoured noodles, which I was trading in my own house.

"... Hmm. What do you say, Sirius? The flavour of noodle dishes from different worlds"

Take a bite, hold your mouth and call out to your outgoing grandson.

Sirius asked after a bit of indignation… unexpectedly to Tomas.

"Why is there something in this store that we're supposed to be developing!?

Yes, I remember this flavor.

The cooperation of farmers and scholars, who recently invited them from small mountain countries in loads of gold, has allowed them to be raised in the fields of the kingdom, a sauce with only Marmette with a formula for obtaining fresh things stably.

Noodle sauce that was supposed to be sold “new” from the Alfaid Chamber of Commerce in the summer.

Much like that… a more refined flavor spread over Sirius's tongue.

"No way... could it be!?

Unexpectedly Sirius checks the descriptions that accompany the menus lined with strange names… convinced.

What my grandfather meant by "benefactor's shop".

"... Uncle. You are."

"Yes. Words such as genius of culinary inventions are a bluff.

I... I just wanted to eat 'over there'. "

I admit it with laughter.

With joy that the day has finally come to reveal the truth.

Thomas-Alfeid is a merchant.

Whatever the motive, if you get the certainty that it will be profitable, it is the merchant who makes it a business.

That was the beginning of the glory of the Alfaid Chamber of Commerce.

"Well, let's just say we keep eating"

With that said, take the green cylinder and the glass bottle with the red juice provided on the table.

"What's in this green bottle is ground cheese until it's powdered. I hang it on meat sauce and it melts.

And this red juice is the sauce that says Tabasco. Spicy and sour… tightens the taste of meat sauce "

Carefully hang them one by one as you explain to your grandchildren who will be eating for the first time.

It is also the pleasure of meat sauce to be able to taste it by changing the flavour slightly to your taste.

"Be careful first. If the quantity runs out, both will damage the taste of the meat sauce."

Remind your grandchildren of the failures you once made.

Enjoy a new meat sauce with spicy, sour and cheesy flavors.

"Hello! You're already doing it, aren't you!?

Sounding behind me, listening to a sober-minded guest open the door called Chillin Chillin.

Then the two left the store after enjoying a plate of meat sauce and after-dinner coffee.

Pathan and the door closes... and disappears.

Two people, Tomas and Sirius, returned to the dim wheat warehouse again.

"Uncle..."

Sirius spews out his words in a grudge somewhere.

When the door disappears, it seems like what's happened before was a dream.

But a bag of food with a backpack disappeared, a bag with a coin in it that changed, and the tongue does remember the taste of meat sauce.

Reality, not dreams.

To that fact, Sirius loses the word he later spins.

"I can only go to that store once every 7 days... next time in 7 days"

Tomas tells him to enjoy the reaction of his grandson like that.

"Non goes to that store once every 28th. Other days... do as you please."

While I am determined to retire as a 'guest'.

"Are you sure!?

I ask my grandfather as Sirius accidentally licks the meat sauce that remained slightly on his lips, knowing the meaning of the word.

"Oh well. If you're not a merchant and you're going as a regular customer, the owner won't look bad either."

Dressed as a discerning old man, he nods with the thought of being pulled behind his hair.

But the merchant said it was better.

"Thank you. Uncle... well... what shall we eat next..."

I stare narrowly at my grandson, who will undoubtedly be there in seven days' time.

While my grandson wonders if he can find a way to make a noodle dish that has his goal… still only 'reproduced' less than half of what's in that store.