The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

At this hour, a short time before the sun shined in the southern heavens, Schuylee was ready to go out in her own room at the deepest end of the sea country's palace.

It's usually hard to predict the time when the lady in charge of changing Schuylee's clothes is out, and she starts dressing with her own hands alone.

The clothes are the cheapest women's clothes in this palace, without any curse to protect the balls by the Yin Yang Master.

Incense that burns in clothes also chooses to fall a few steps short of the finest that the law forbids anyone but the Schuylee clan to use.

The jewellery types, including the black pearl earrings of the same color as my own hair, which I usually use, and the color of my mother's conceded eyes, which were princesses of the 'kingdom', the great power of the east, until I came to marry this country, are too conspicuous, so I removed them, and I have no makeup.

They're all unnecessary where you're going, and most importantly, they won't be Schuylee's desired 'disguise'.

(Yep. This is what it is)

Then, after the change of clothes, I confirm and convince myself with a photocopy of my whole body in a mirror made of a sheet of silver polished by a specialist craftsman.

There is nothing we can do but make it age 14, mixed with exotic blood, and a unique beauty called 'Dungeon' by clowns and poets in the court, but everything else is perfect.

(Oh, I don't care what you think of me now. I'm just a commoner's daughter. I'm sure no one will ever know who I am.)

I admire the perfection of the disguise.

The figure was precisely that of Schuylee's believing 'daughter of the common man'.

(Shall we come?)

Schuyley goes out after a thorough preparation and is careful not to be seen by a loud female officer talking about the commoners.

On the way is the garden in the courtyard of the palace.

It was this place where all seasons of flowers bloom that was Schuylee's 'aisle' of aspirations.

Blooming gardens of various flowers all year round except in winter with aromatic aromas.

Schuyley walks into the woods standing in that corner.

(... Again. The fox man said it was a banquet today)

Stepping into the woods, I perceive that the curse of the wayfaring that is always hanging there is not hanging today, and Schuylee's footsteps become lighter.

Schuylee was not wrong to hear from the caregiver's lady, who was greeted by rumors all over the palace.

The court Yin Yang Master, reminiscent of that fox, is leaving the palace today to go to a banquet hosted by the Prime Minister in charge of foreign affairs.

While away from the palace on official business, banquets, etc., the Yin Yang Master, who is that sea-going doer, usually lifts the curse of the path confusion hanging around here so that no one can get close to 'that place'.

... It was only on this day when it overlapped with 'doyo', once every few months or not, that Schuylee waited.

And Schuylee finally confronts what she wants.

(... you haven't done this in 3 months)

A painted cat, black door.

That's where Schuylee is visiting until he steals that Yin Yang Master's eyes and thus wears a common man's disguise.

Squeeze the handle of the door as you salivate in remembrance of that dish you haven't eaten in a long time...... open it.

Chillin 'Chillin' and knocking at the door that makes the noise, Schuylee stands there.

"Oh, welcome. Long time no see."

"Yep. Welcome and good luck...... I'll have the usual please"

I smile and say to the shopkeeper who greets me.

On that day, Schuylee has decided on the dish to be asked from the day she was taken to visit this place by a self-proclaimed poet, a traveling dwarf (ha-ha-hook), who reminded her of a mouse, who had made her conditional on missing the sin of trespassing unauthorized into the courtyard garden.

"Yes. Please wait a moment... take your chin slow."

Store owners are also accustomed to pulling into the back according to the words.

Yes, this is the other world cafeteria.

This restaurant serves "that dish", which Schuylee loves and cannot eat in the sea.

(hehe... that's a busy place as usual)

While sitting in the right seat and waiting for the dish, Schuyley quietly observes the area, which is rare to say the bustle of the restaurant.

Different world dining room guests are very diverse.

The race and birth are like different guests eating their own dishes.

And there are some noble born guests like Schuylee.

For example, Schuylee once saw herself at an early age, eating something that looked yellow and soft, blue silver hair and light-colored, empty eyes, pointy ears attested by the Hansan Mori (ha-ha-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh,

For example, I eat what floats white asukuri on a black hefu and what floats in a beautiful clear green drink, brothers and sisters with bronze skin and carved deep faces dressed in flashy outfits that would be nobles of the land of sand, just like one of my father's side chambers, and smooth black hair like black pearl eyes and silk.

And I feel the signs that the nobles of that land of sand are somewhat concerned, the pale golden hair that Schuylee has never seen before and the beautiful daughter of white skin that falls out eats a flashy treat, decorated in a glass of vitreous like a beautiful craft.

(Pfft... You don't understand.)

Everything they're eating is a long way from Schuylee's Know 'Best Cuisine in This Store'.

Schuylee waits still for the dish, secretly feeling superior to it. And.

"Thank you for waiting! I brought you the dish...... yeah, this, you're not wrong...... right?

"Yeah, that's for sure."

I nod to the confirmation of the servants of the demons who would have been newly hired, who for some reason serve in confusion.

The dish on the basin that the servant brought is definitely something Schuylee loves and doesn't stop loving.

The fragrant smell drifted so far that Schuylee was unknowingly spitting.

"Well, go ahead."

Are you convinced of the way it is, the servant of the Demon Nation gently places the dish with the tea put in a glass of vitreous floating with soup and after-dinner ice seasoned in front of Schuylee.

Only one large bowl is used for that dish.

White rice and brightly colored vegetables are served there...... and well seasoned and roasted beef meat.

"Ahhh... how many times have I waited? This other world's" Bowl of Calamari "."

Schuylee unwittingly raises her voice to that dish she hasn't seen in three months.

Two years after the first day of eating in a different world dining room guided by a traveling dwarf.

Best treat for Schuylee.

That was this' bowl of calamari '.

"Then take your time. I'll bring dessert when I'm done."

Dropping off the servants of the Devil clan back at the work of the sleaze and other guests' offerings, Schuylee finally hands on a bowl of rubbish.

(Lift it up first...... enjoy the look and smell)

That day, Schuylee lifts the bowl, following the 'How to Different Worlds to Eat the Best Bowl of Kalurubi' taught by a traveling dwarf with a laugh.

A reasonably warmed bowl returns heat to Schuylee's palm and weight to Schuylee's slender arm to keep the dish from cooling.

The weight of a dish with a large bowl, a little heavy on Schuylee's slender arms.

The 'bowl of calamari' brought before me seduces Schuylee.

Equipment so placed that you can no longer see white rice served abundantly under the bowl.

Bright orange with a faint sweetness.

The decoy grass leaves a dark green color that has not been boiled up.

Clear white, elongated, forest sage bean sprouts.

And something like a white seed was sprinkled, brown stained with seasoned juice, meat.

Next, gently close in front of your face and breathe gently.

The aroma inhaled into the neat nose is the sweet aroma of freshly cooked rice and the aroma of freshly baked fragrant meat, as well as the fragrance of sweet, soggy and irritating seasoning juice.

I feel the smell of those three crossings, behind my throat... my stomach ringing faintly.

(Oh no more... I won't be impatient!

Following a rather nasty 'different world practice' from the traditional practices of the sea country, Schuylee starts eating a bowl of calamari.

Start by lifting the juicy, pungent meat, just a little bit in your mouth and chew it straight off with your teeth so the little bird can snap the nuts.

(Oh this flavor! How many times have you dreamed of this!

Spread over the tongue is the gravy containing soft meat and the taste of faintly toothy fat.

It is not found in meat or fish, which has been served in the palace of the sea country, which has thoroughly abolished the 'filth' contained in meat and fish by long simmering or baking, which floods the mouth and stains the mouth with a single colour of meat.

And it is the juice used to season its meat that supports it and enhances its flavour to the realm of art.

It is the sweetness of the fruit and the spiciness of the faint spices, similar but certainly different to the fish soy sauce, the salt gas not found in Schuylee's knowledge, and the fragrance containing the oil of some species mixed with them.

The flavour of complex juices where they all intersect, too strong if eaten alone, goes well by the point of being violent with meat full of gravy and fat.

(But this is where the Kalurubi Bowl comes from!

But don't get distracted here.

It's not just meat. Meat alone doesn't complete a bowl of calamari.

There's no more confusion in Schuylee than moving out once, no more fine dust.

Schuylee plugs the chopsticks into the bowl for added flavor.

And keep it up...... take only one bite of rice revealed by lifting the meat and throw it in your mouth!

――――

No longer do words even come to mind.

Sweeter rice aromas and flavors than those of the sea country, fluttering in the mouth.

Soft, cooked rice interacts with meat that ravages your mouth.

And it is what appears at the end of it that captivates Schuylee, the supreme flavor.

This flavor confuses Schuylee, who transforms her into one 'young girl of growing up' instead of 'noble princess of the sea country'.

It's not just taste.

Schuylee slowly flattens the dish in front of her, enjoying the sweet and spicy smell, the contrast between the brightly colored vegetables and the meat and rice, the heat of the bowl transmitted from her palms and, more importantly, the appetite boiling off her stomach.

Eat meat, rice. Be careful not to contaminate your clothes.

A dark green flavored decoy grass, each flavored with thin salt for mouth rejuvenation, faintly sweet kaori, mouth a forest sage bean sprouts with a pleasant tooth.

It only has a very thin flavour in itself… that's what makes it an unparalleled mouth job to freshen up the flavour of the violent combination of rice and meat.

Next, eat meat with vegetables, rice.

The addition of a new vegetable flavour to the finished meat and rice also attracts a different flavour to the calamari bowl.

Teethy vegetable texture in gravy and seasoned juice.

That's it again, I can't wait.

Then, after eating a few bites of a bowl of rubbish, take a bite of Miso Soup, where the seagrass floats, and straighten it out of the vessel.

That, a different flavor than a bowl of calamari rests the tongue... a new mood will be the driving force to continue eating a bowl of calamari.

No words are uttered. Because the tongue is already used for everything to taste.

There will be a competition for the flavors that will take time and turn.

Eventually, the competition ends.

"- Ugh."

Schuylee, who finished eating everything over a few moments over normal guests, exhales with a mixture of meaty incense as she finally enjoys a cold tea filled with ice.

What remains after everything is an overwhelming feeling of fullness.

Schuylee is satisfied with the weight of her stomach, which she has never felt in a normal, tasteless meal, and she even remembers being happy.

(Again, a bowl of kalurubi is the best treat in another world -)

If you're half relieved with that thought, an earlier servant brings it.

"Um, I brought you some soft cream for dessert. vessels, let me clean you up."

"Yep. Finally."

A bowl that has eaten everything beautifully is lowered and placed instead is a bowl with a white, soft, cold, softening mummy.

"... oh sweet..."

Its rich and cold sweetness is perfect for tightening a meal that can be called a battle with an earlier bowl of calamari.

Schuylee tastes a spoon, a spoon, and slowly a fumble, just like her earlier meal of a bowl of calamari.

And when the softly filled vessel was completely emptied.

"Hmm... I'm satisfied. I'll leave you with this."

To the servant of the store, Schuylee gently places the bill on the table.

Schuylee herself has no use for silver other than here.

I asked a sidekick woman to accommodate a few of them, just one of them.

Yes, a bowl of calamari, tea and dust.

These prices, taken together, finally amount to only one silver coin.

(- Are you sure you want something like this?

Every time I think about it, Schuylee softly leaves the silver coin, knowing that the store owner will never try to take it any more.

A small consideration that Schuylee returns to this store.

I think it's a broken value given that wonderful flavor.

"Yes! Thank you!

Schuyley leaves the store behind as he sees the servant who begins to clean up the top of the table as he receives it.

- Flatten the bowl of calamari once and for all, and tighten it after you finish eating.

And don't walk away as soon as you're done eating.

Following the teachings of a traveling dwarf who once invited Schuylee to this store, Schuylee returns to the original, palace courtyard grove.

(... No more lunch needed today...)

I think about that as I stroke around my stomach and go back to my room to get dressed again.

The time is lunch time, but now I'm in a very bad mood to mouth other dishes.

Let's say I'm not feeling well and say no.

If I have this feeling of fullness, I can only say that other dishes are impeccable.

By the time the sun plunged into Jomtien, Schuylee secretly consolidated such determination.