The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

The continent to the west is a country with a unique civilization, separate from the continent to the east.

It was five years ago that Sowemon, a samurai in the status of one of its countries, the Mountain Kingsguard, began attending a different world cafeteria.

Five years ago, Sowemon became close to a traveling dwarf.

The traveling dwarf was a bard who traveled all over the western continent, making songs and poetry, and traveling with change to people on the road and to villagers hungry for small entertainment.

And the dwarf gently taught Sowemon, who felt comfortable and entertained him by calling him to the mansion.

The location of the doors of different worlds, close to the mountain capitals.

Half-heartedly at first… no, the suspicion was much stronger, but Sowemon visited the place, even once, in his stepwalk to the Traveling dwarf, on a day designated by the Traveling dwarf.

... and we ran into each other. Dining rooms in different worlds and… for guests who don't care.

Dusk.

There was a chillin 'chillin' noise behind Sowemon's visit to another world cafeteria, as usual.

(... jeez. Did we meet again?)

Find out who the signs are, sigh one, and turn around.

"Are you hungry again? The Sea Nation's Yunyang Master"

What's on the spot is a familiar face.

I don't know if you're going out to Lok, or the unknown detail of the current year on a white face that's never been able to bake in the day.

... I don't like Sowemon, a regular in this store.

"... hey. This is a mountain monkey with only a sword if you think of someone...

Excuse me, aren't you a mountain martial artist? "

Doushun, the man reminiscent of a fox somewhere, the yin and yang master of the sea country, returns poison to Sowemon by narrowing his thin eyes even more.

Much to the word, but on this occasion… I say it back with my mouth without even going to pull a knife out in a restaurant in another world.

"Hmm! I'm still a man who doesn't care.

Why do we always come at the same time as the awkward? "

"That's the dialogue here.

I have also been busy with this as a court master.

It's usually about security in the palace, so you can come as long as you want. "

To the words of Sowemon, Doushun flaunts his shoulders, and returns them in a thick tongue.

What flows between the two is a sinister air.

Occasionally, 'incompatible guests' mix with guests invited by 'doors' who appear without choosing a location.

Elves and dwarves. Knight and sorcerer. Kingdoms and imperials. Such a guest.

And Sowemon and Dowshun were also the guests to be described as examples.

Mountain countries that face the sea and have long had a strong wind of honoring martial arts because of the need to cut open mountains while protecting folk grass to demonic opponents, covering mountains with seas and large parts of countries that are invested in academia and yinyang techniques in order to carry out safe sea journeys in order to trade with the Orient are also known for their best friendship in the western continent.

Neighbors scissoring across borders on what they respect too differently.

Besides, if the power of the country is almost equal, it is natural to talk about getting unfriendly.

Doushun, the court yin yang master of the sea country, also heard of this place from a traveling dwarf travelling on the western continent, almost certainly visiting it once every 7th.

Besides the work pattern, the time for two people to visit a different world cafeteria is about to fall at dusk on the same day.

Thus, two regular visitors to this store often visit at similar times.

... If we're not close to each other, we can shift the time one of us visits by half an hour, but we both think if we give in, we lose.

Therefore, it happened every time.

"Welcome, you two, to the right seat."

"... um. Never mind."

"... Yes. Then you'll be in trouble."

Reply to the store owner's words, in the back of the store with a glimpse of the Oriental people and the Fae, two people will follow the table closest to the kitchen in their availability...

At the same table.

I glance for a moment, but immediately turn a blind eye and the two call the store owner without looking at the menu.

"Store owner, I'm asking you to order"

"Store owner, may I place an order"

Which way, the two of us are ordered.

I have been visiting the store for 5 years and I have seen it after eating a lot.

They were all delicious and enjoyable for each of them, but eventually settled into this.

"Yes. Order as usual?

Two people nod at the store owner's inquiry and place an order.

"Mm-hmm. I'm only asking for a yakitori bump. Oh, that's plenty."

"Yes. I'll ask you to do it only. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh."

I believe the two of you can eat the best "soooo" and "kazuba" dishes in this store.

"Okay. Wait a minute."

The owner calls and pulls into the kitchen in the back.

"Hmm. Are you as good as ever? A sea country would be a tired substitute for eating."

"There you are. It wouldn't be unusual in mountainous countries like pork."

After putting a tight ass to each other's orders, I get interested in public speaking while drinking lemon water, the specialty of this store.

"... well. Will the Sea Nation make more deals with the Empire?"

"... I see. Did you come here with Dowafu Forge?"

... whatever, it's not just a public story. It also collects information about each other's countries.

Information on neighbouring countries. That can be worth a thousand gold at times.

Even though we are not close to each other, it is also because the other is useful to each other to surround the same table.

A yin and yang master who also has a deep connection with merchants and aristocrats because of his relationship to serve the court in the sea country and partition events within the court.

A deeply connected samurai with the descending people who have raised many medals in the mountainous country and even ascended to the emperor's Kingsguard.

Two too different types of people, but therefore their stories had become very fresh and useful to each other.

And such a story abruptly interrupts.

"Yes. Thank you for waiting. It's okonomiyaki."

By the fact that the store owner brought two plates at the same time and placed them in front of each of them.

"Oh. Are you finally here?"

"Phew. I'm tired of waiting."

Sowemon and Doushun accidentally break their faces to the fragrant smell of being served on a hot plate of iron and then rising.

The okonomiyaki was still on a hot iron plate, making faint carpet noises.

Oyaki grilled by mixing wheat with light green egg vegetables, plus various ingredients such as yams.

There's plenty of black on top of it. So it stays bright white. It's hung, and at first glance, all it looks like is shredded wood chips. It's stirred up by heat and danced.

And hung on top of it was dark green seagrass powder.

The smell of them intersecting and standing up with the added heat of an iron plate stimulates the stomach of Sowemon and Doushun.

"Uhm. Then... I'll take it"

"Then... I'll have it"

I can't stand hunger and take the chopsticks, and Sowemon starts eating almost simultaneously with Dowshun.

Cut only the fluffy, freshly lowered futon and the tender broth with chopsticks.

That, painted on top from the cut gap, fell on the plate and smelled faintly burning.

Enjoying even that scorching smell, Sowemon only yakitori lifted with chopsticks... cheeks.

Hot.

The first thing I feel is its heat. It is only a substitute that is cooked and placed on an iron plate so that it does not cool down, and the yakitori is only hot.

"As always, the Takeshi family in Mountain Country eats nasty food."

Listening to the words of Doushun present, he panicked, relieved of the heat accumulated in his mouth and chewed.

Crisp, fragrant baked surfaces and fluffy and soft contents.

When I squeezed it, a variety of aromas and flavors spread through my mouth.

From seagrass powder, the aroma of Iso.

At first glance, it only looks like crumbs. The taste of the "raspberry" fish.

The soft flavour of pork on a fat that resembles pork but does not smell like wild beasts.

The fragrant taste of wheat full of oil and the occasional sweetness mixed with it, the rich taste of the eggs and the spiciness of the occasional red ones.

And envelop them all, sweet, spicy, sour and savory flavors and gently envelop them, not bad flavors.

What a luxurious taste.

Taste the flavours of the mountain seas at so many times that they all harmoniously create one flavour.

Every time I want to taste this flavor plenty, Sowemon is ready to be hot and cheeky all at once.

I have ordered and eaten this dish every time since I found it after asking for it at random several times at this store, but there is no sign that I will ever get bored.

"As elegant as a meal would be."

Speaking of Dooshun, he only cuts yakitori to about the size of a small bite, cools it down to mind, and carries it to his mouth.

"... yeah. It's still delicious. Excellent treatment of sea delights that do not smell like smells, but especially these" rashes ""

I leak my thoughts as I snort at this flavor of prickly little shiragu.

As for the unappealing "rash" that attracts Dooshun, I know what fish say is an ingredient, but I have no idea what the hell I can do to make this shape and flavor.

If, by unraveling it, it can be made even in the sea country, the dishes of the sea country will be further developed.

With that in mind, Dooshun only eats yakiyaki every time he can taste the rash straight away.

… I won't deny that I'm eating it because it's so delicious.

And a lot later, the two of them finished eating yakiyaki only...

"Store owner, please replace me!

"Dear store owner, take my place."

Two people place orders at the same time.

"Yes. Is it okonomiyaki? Seasoning?"

Ask the two of you. Every time, knowing the answers that come back.

"... the awkward one."

"... give me a bump."

Advice, two similarities between customers order out of sight.

Seeing them eat like they really want to, they want to eat too.

It was an event every time I was present.

"... Phew. Did it happen again after all?"

Sowemon leaks a sigh containing the incense of the sauce as he finishes his meal and returns out of town.

Every time I come across that uncomfortable face, it's hard to say it's just one thing in that store.

"Well, let's try again tomorrow"

So whine, Sowemon. Go back to your daily routine.

7 days from now, looking forward to another day to visit.

... also with a hunch that I'll run into that guy.