The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Sunday.

A weekly day off for shopkeepers.

Store owners who are not married and live an easy life by themselves usually go to a restaurant or do cooking research that combines hobbies and tangible benefits.

But I rarely decided to spend the day at the store.

I was just about to train a newly hired employee.

She says she has never served a restaurant before.

Then I have to teach you a lot.

I think so, the first thing the shopkeeper ordered. It was about cleaning the body.

And waiting about an hour.

"Oh, um... change of clothes, I'm done..."

Nanny and a new employee show up.

The outfit is a white blouse and black vest half way from the top of the white underwear the shopkeeper has quickly bought, a white apron with black cat appliqués from the top of a black knee-length flared skirt.

The foot has a white sock and a black slip-on.

Overall, the monochrome cat and cat uniform is in good harmony with the slightly reddish dark golden habit hair put together in red hair rubber.

The Demon Clan's small curly corners of proven pitch black also look like unusual hair decorations when you look at them that much.

New employees. The figure was adorable inside.

"What do you say...?

As she wraps her poor growth, lean, small body in a different world-style outfit, the employee...... asks the store owner as Aletta, a different world demon, rocks her slightly reddish brown eyes.

Is it from embarrassment or something else that Zhu runs on the cheeks of his skin that burns a little in the day?

"Yeah. Well, you know what? Is your shoe size okay? And did you wash your body properly?

I look closely at and observe Aletta like that, and nod, deciding that it would be good to see her as a one-off pass.

"Yes! My shoes are perfect and I washed them just as I was taught!

Aletta answered the store owner's question as she stiffened herself to the tension.

Store owners say that people who work in restaurants must keep themselves clean.

If you bring sickness or dirt into the store, it will get dirty and annoying to the store and customers.

And Aletta, who lived a critical life in many ways in the Wang capital, was unfortunately in a state of uncleanness.

That's why Aletta first taught me how to wash my body.

Regardless, Aletta and I wash very normal bodies... I know about how to bathe in the water.

But this is a different world, a place where incredible magic was used in many ways.

It took a lot of time to explain it and actually use it.

How to use a small room that becomes a 'shower room' fitted with a device that rains warm water and the kind of fragrance oil used to wash the body and hair provided there.

Even so, after washing her body, she needed to rinse her body clean with water.

How to use magic props to dry wet hair in hot wind with rain of water.

It has been recovered that they have magic props that automatically do laundry on anything of the much tired Aletta clothes they have been wearing.

By evening, it is said that it will be finished washing.

And in the meantime, Aletta was supposed to be dressed in a "uniform" for employees and begging the shop owner to teach her.

As a result, the training of Aletta, the first employee of the different world canteens, began.

"Then I'm going to tell you a lot... can Aletta read letters or something?

"Huh!?... uh, I'm sorry..."

Aletta answers the store owner's confirmation with regret.

In the village of Aletta's hometown, reading and writing was limited to a very limited number of children.

The majority of the rest of the children were chased to their daily lives and did not have time to learn.

… it goes without saying which side Aletta belonged to.

"Right. Well, I guess so."

Aletta's answer was in a way what she expected, so the store owner doesn't care so much to move on.

"Let's start with... cleaning. The dining room needs to be cleaned to the point where it hasn't fallen off.

And because of that, I think I'll do the kitchen again. "

"Yes!"

I nod honestly to the store owner's words.

"Whoa. That's a good reply."

I laughed at the words and the first job of doing it for two began.

"Hmm... like this"

Sweaty, Aletta finished cleaning.

Cloth towel to clean the tabletop on the hand and special chemicals for cleaning kept by the store owner.

The dirt also fell off easily when I used it, and the cleaning was quite advanced.

"Wash your hands after..."

Drink the sawdust and spit.

The owner has told me.

When this is over... when I make it a meal.

"Um, I'm done cleaning!

Aletta goes to the kitchen to report well.

"Ooh, thank you. I'll teach you how to serve customers in the afternoon.

... Wash your hands first. Before lunch. "

To that word, the shop owner turns around and says, waving a black pot of iron that looks heavy in front of a magic device that seems convenient to flame out without firewood.

"Okay! You can wash it here."

Aletta heads to the hand-washing table as the shop owner taught her, and washes her hands with a metal tube where water comes out just by squeezing her hands together.

Wet your hands first, then rub the prepared green chemicals together and foam them, washing them in your nails and between your fingers with care.

(Wow... different world)

Washing her hands, Aletta gave thought to the wonders of this "Different World Dining Room".

Different world.

Um, after a great breakfast, Aletta was told the truth by the store owner.

This is a different world dining room.

Apparently the dining room is in another 'world' than the one in which Aletta lives.

Once every seven days, in this language, "Doyo Day" will connect you to the world of Aretta and the others through the entrance door.

And from there, the inhabitants of Aretta's world come here to eat.

When she was first asked about it, Aletta was surprised and at the same time convinced that it was strange.

Different world dining room with all that strange stuff and serving such delicious food.

It's just a strange thing to call a product of 'different worlds'.

(I have to work hard too. Such a good job, maybe I'll never find it again)

The reward is broken by 10 pieces of silver coins, and besides, it even bribes me.

Even when it comes to bribery, it doesn't seem like there's anything common about soup with just a little bit of rotten vegetables floating around to see what happened earlier, or old black bread that has healed.

(Also, I wonder if it's like a morning dish...)

Drink the sawdust and spit.

I ate it this morning, dishes from different world cafeterias.

That was really delicious.

This may be the first time in my life I've eaten all that delicious food.

Thinking about it, I rush to swallow it because I just swallowed it again.

"Ooh. Aletta, please sit at the right place at the dining room table."

"Yes!"

Aletta's voice, answering the voice of the store owner, hung just in time, had become a more energetic voice without a heart or earlier.

"Wow..."

Aletta shines her eyes on that dish placed in front of her.

Naturally, it doesn't look familiar and I don't know what kind of dish it is... but it has a deliciously fragrant aroma.

The dish, if I may say so, had a 'golden' colour.

A dish with small, white grains wrapped around eggs, served round and bowl-shaped on a large dish.

From there, there is a fragrant aroma, and you can see finely chopped meat and green vegetables everywhere.

And beside it is brown soup poured into a bowl and clear brown tea poured into a clear cup with ice.

"He's our bribe. Rice, but we're good, right?

I say to Aletta like that, placing the same dish that I made first and just got a little chilled, sitting at the same table.

Good char shoo inside, made from the rest of yesterday's chilled rice and pork brought in by a previously otherworldly boy who says he's a hunter, and sourced by the shopkeeper in a 'hobby'.

It is a substitute that cannot be offered to customers in many ways, but there is no problem in offering it as a bribe.

"Yes!... By the way, what a dish is this?

Aletta asks with her eyes shining.

"What's this, fried rice?"

The owner tells the name of the dish with such a grin on Aretta.

A classic Sunday dish that shopkeepers often make for themselves to eat.

When I was in high school, it was also a menu that the store owner was secretly confident in, using pot shaking techniques that he had spent two years working out in a neighborhood Chinese restaurant called Training.

"Here. Eat before it cools. Fried rice is hot."

Saying so, the store owner takes the spoon and joins hands.

"I'll have it."

When I say that, I start eating the fried rice in front of me with a lot of momentum.

"Ah, uh... bind the Devil's family and we are God. Thank you for giving me the food to live today."

Learn from it, finish your pre-meal prayers quickly, and start eating Aretta too.

Cover up the dish that has become a mountain with the key in your hand and carry it to your mouth.

……

After that, even silence. Go ahead and eat silently.

(Ko, this, yummy!

The only thing that goes through my head is simply that one word.

Aletta keeps eating without rest, letting the hot fried rice fever get away with it.

A dish made with ingredients that are 'comedy' that I have never eaten before.

It had an unknown, yet unappealing flavour that attracted Aletta.

A hot comedy with aromatic oils and sweet and spicy flavors, with plenty of meat left over from the wild beast flavors and a slightly more habitual vegetable flavor, making it a wonderful flavor.

It relaxes paralytically in the mouth, bursting the palate like dancing on the tongue, and when it bites, it exhales even more flavor.

And it's the eggs that softly envelop that flavor.

Meat, vegetables, comedy, and eggs.

One spoon, one spoon is a great flavor continuum.

My hand, I can't stop.

Eat even fried rice, drink soup from time to time, and drink cold tea.

In the morning, my empty stomach fills up in spite of all that I ate.

Daytime hours scratching fried rice even silently with the store owners.

Quiet there...... but it was certainly a happy time.

"Ugh... it was really delicious!

And as she finishes eating and finishes her cold tea, Aletta simply tells her what she thinks.

Words from the heart because I was even impressed by the deliciousness of dishes from different worlds.

There is no such thing as falsehood or dust.

"Right. I'd appreciate it if you could say that."

I wouldn't feel bad if a shop owner and a young daughter told me that.

I smile and tell Aletta.

And I'll get my mind back on it and tell you.

"So what if I take a light break and I do some afternoon training? Let's start with... the way you put a plate on it."

"Yes!"

Aletta replies comfortably to the store owner's words.

Aletta's eyes were full of motivation.

And night.

"Ha... it was delicious"

Words on how to piece a plate, how to carry a plate with dishes on it, and how to give a book that will be a menu.

After the shopkeeper taught me all sorts of things...... dinner.

Noodle dishes hung in red sauce with plenty of finely chopped meat, made by the shop owner himself, of course.

"It was delicious... that meat sauce."

Immerse yourself in the aftertaste of it, waiting for the shopkeeper who's gone in the back.

What a surprise when I heard that even "Kenshu" today would pay a decent wage.

You tell me what you do and I even get paid.

Honestly, it was such a good story that I thought you were being fooled about something.

"Ooh, bad, bad. You kept me waiting."

And the shopkeeper comes back with a bag of cloth.

"Yes, no! Thanks!

At that moment Aletta unexpectedly stands up and bows her head deeply to the shopkeeper.

Thank the store owner if it's not enough.

"Well, don't be so sure. Here. Today's paycheck.

Surely you were glad the three pieces were copper coins, huh?

"Yes! Thank you from what to what!

Aletta's voice is light and receives a tightly heavy bag.

My nostrils are warm and my stomach is full.

Now Aletta was full.

"Then be careful. See you next week. Come back in the morning in six days."

"Yes!"

And as the owner dropped him off, Aletta knocked at the door.

And Aletta returned to the slums of the king's capital.

Black door that disappeared at the same time as Batan and closed.

(Oh, I knew it was a different world...)

Seeing that, again, Aletta realizes she has had a strange experience.

I should have been there earlier on, but it also seems like a dream.

But it's not a dream. There's a lot of evidence of that.

The outfit was originally worn, but the clothes were washed, stained and cleaned.

A string that holds together strange hair that stretches and shrinks very well.

There are dozens of copper coins in my pocket...... wages for 10 silver coins, paid as promised even in today's 'Kenshu'.

If that was a dream, there wouldn't have been either.

(Oh, yeah. We need to be careful...)

Remove the silver coins from the bag and hide them all over the clothes and shoes.

Aletta and I came to King's Capital, where we were alone and hardly any of our fellow countrymen.

I wore the way I lived in the slums.

And I think about what happened today while spreading the crude blanket and getting ready for bed.

(That was really awesome today...)

Eat three treats in a day and get more money than Aletta has ever had.

Until yesterday, hunger and poverty seemed to lie.

"Tomorrow, we have to work hard..."

Wrap it in a blurry blanket to rest your tired body in a full mood.

(When it's tomorrow, we'll look for another job... besides service, if possible)

If you experience it, it's not very much, but it's unlikely that you will be able to serve this world normally.

I'm probably very disappointed.

With that in mind, Aletta wanders... and begins to sleep quietly in no time.

- She doesn't know.

The fact that this otherworldly dining room is subject to a 'curse to protect treasures' without authorization by a certain regular hand.

That "she" will soon know if there is anything in "treasure".

And that I was considered a 'part of the treasure' by contract with the store owner, etc.

Three days later, an unprecedented major incident occurred in the kingdom.

The legendary Demon Dragon crossed directly above the King's capital, boasting a magnificent red body like a castle several times the size of a dragon.

When it shows itself, it is when the country perishes... when the demon dragon burns itself down.

Kings, nobles, knights and magicians turned right and left to the appearance of such legendary, embodied beings of fear, and panicked temporarily.

(In that case, only the legendary great sage Altrius calmly said, 'I won't let him do anything. I guess I just came to see it a little bit' and it stayed the same)

Fortunately, the demon dragon just crossed without any attack on the king's capital, and by night the noise had subsided.

And the Wang du regains the hustle and bustle of ordinary times.

There was no one there, such as the one that noticed "the thing”.

- A demon dragon across the sky stares up at the sky, to glimpse the seemingly weak demon girl, etc.