The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

In western cats, it adds to the menu during the cold season until spring.

The shopkeeper's home and office on the third floor of a cat or building.

The store owner operated the computer of the age item he bought when he had just inherited the store and printed it, which he captured a long time ago.

"All right. You're imprinted properly."

I look at the paper spit out of the printer, and the store owner nods yeah yeah.

Written there is a line of symbols that do not make sense to the store owner.

It seems that this is not English, let alone Japanese, or "Samanak".

This is what it says on the paper that if I correct the original, my predecessors asked me to write it for the best old stock regulars (I still order loin cuts and beer every week if I must show up, I am a grandfather who calls himself "Sage").

"Here we go oyster fly"

That's a signal to let you know that in Neko Ya, a popular menu has begun to be served only in the winter that lasts from earlier times.

When I pasted out the same paper written in Japanese this Monday, I just waited, and a large number of orders came in.

(Because those little grandfathers will definitely ask...)

The store owner will then calculate the future sales.

I'm going to be busy again today.

With that in mind.

at dusk that day.

After finishing his service at the fort, Heinrich, the Duchy knight, entered the store as usual, trying to order shrimp fries, and realized it.

"... what? What is oyster fly?

Brand new sticker, pasted out right through the entrance door to the spot where you can see it.

Tilt your neck to the sticker lettering written in the masterpiece, which was probably written by the same person as the shop menu.

(Um, "fried" would be a dish fried in oil, just like fried shrimp...)

I don't know any oyster food. Heinrich, a native of a seaside town, doesn't even sound familiar.

(Fairly good. As usual......)

Let's ask for fried shrimp. That was when I thought about it.

Make a noise with the chillin 'chillin', the door opens.

"Whoa! Here we are, shopkeeper!

"Whoa! Get out of the way!

At the same time, there is a noisy voice coming from under Heinrich's waist.

"What. You guys again, Dwarf?"

Heinrich avoids sideways sighing at such a pair.

A pair of dwarves with a huge battle axe on their back, only about half the length of Heinrich's back.

Apparently they enjoy coming every evening to tease alcohol and fish until midnight, and after completing a day's assignment, they often get along with Heinrich, who often comes in the evening.

Heinrich is also unwilling to argue in front of great food.

"Oops! Sorry!

"Well even today...... whoa!

With Heinrich avoiding aside, I guess he saw a sticker he hadn't seen until then.

One crack in the dwarf raised a loud voice.

"Oh my God! Do you even have oyster fries from today on! Hiccup!"

"Oh, my God, Gillem. What about oyster fried chicken?

The other Dwarf asks for a crack that even makes a small leap and delights (he seems to be named Guillem).

"Ooh! Oyster fries, they're special fries that only sell every winter! It's good!"

(I see, special dishes only in winter)

Heinrich listens unexpectedly to words that speak aloud to the other Dwarf.

To put it that way, Gardo immediately lines up for a near-field seat and orders aloud from his working daughter.

"Whoa! Oyster fries, please! 2 plates for now! And two catfish beers!

"Yes! Thank you."

And for those short legs, I call the other Dwarf as he sits back in a chair too high and plumps his legs.

"Look, Gardo! Don't just stand there with a bow! Why don't you just sit down!

"Ooh!

The other Dwarf (who seems to be named Gard) also rushes to his friend's place.

(... Hmm)

Heinrich, who was looking at those two, sits in another seat.

"Welcome. What can I do for you?

Heinrich says to his working daughter, who returned as soon as she had communicated the order to the store owner.

"Right...... give me oyster fries. Mixed with bread.

And when I get home, I'll have a shrimp sandwich. "

Like that dwarf tense, Heinrich was also interested again.

For an unknown dish called oyster fries.

Then often.

"Thank you for waiting. It's oyster fries."

My working daughter gently puts it in front of Heinrich.

"Uhm. Good luck"

After hanging Negiri's words, Heinrich sees it put on the plate in front of him.

(Hmm. Is what you're riding with shrimp fries...)

Fresh thin green leafy vegetables with a vegetable fruit called bright red petite tomatoes.

Charming white seasoning, tartare sauce with eggs and mayonnaise that can only be tasted in this shop, with a strong sour fruit called chopped lemon.

On a plate of about the same composition as a shrimp fry, something that is not a shrimp fry is securely placed.

Six oval, brown fries in total.

It seems to be freshly fried, and there is a noise in it all the time.

(Hmm. First of all... you should eat without putting anything on)

Poke a sakuri and oyster fry with a fork in your hand, sipping sakuri and spit with unknown food.

Starting with fried shrimp, this store has many dishes fried with oil such as' fries' and 'cutlets'.

Those dishes, which look the same at first glance, are subtly different as to which seasoning goes with them.

Sauce if meat, tartare sauce or shoyu if sea delights.

That's what happens when it's Heinrich's preference, but the female adventurer I know prefers to hang sauce on just about anything, and conversely, the elves I occasionally see in this store prefer to season in Shaw Yu.

Halfling sometimes even explores different ways to eat in the mood at that time.

And this oyster fry.

The fact that tartar sauce has followed is probably like the happiness of the sea.

But I don't know what that tastes like.

That's why Heinrich decided not to put anything on at first and to discern the taste of it itself.

What I felt the moment I stabbed the fork was a light, freshly fried feel.

It's not too big, so I don't think I need to cut it with a knife.

Heinrich carries it gently to his mouth...... take a swing.

(... oh. This is shellfish! Hot but... good!

What spreads in your mouth at that moment is the taste of juice that is abundant in oysters.

The palate, which spreads with a hint of bitterness, ravages the mouth with the light and fragrant taste of the hot clothes.

Heinrich exhales unexpectedly and lets the fever escape.

"It's good! It's good! What the hell is this?!?

"Whoa! This is the oyster fly! If we don't eat this guy, winter won't start!

Hey! One more plate! That and whiskey in a bottle!

Apparently, he's already eaten up, and Heinrich tackles the second, listening to the earlier Dwarves making noisy additional orders from another table.

(All right, next)

Take a little placed lemon instead of oyster fries.

This yellow fruit is just too sour to taste good to eat normally.

But Heinrich already knows.

The fingers forged by waving the sword through the days are full of strength. Squeezing the lemon makes zero luxurious fruit juice from the lemon and pours it down into oyster fries.

After confirming that, Heinrich roughly restarts the lemon beside the plate, pointing a fork at the oyster fry.

And gently dip oyster fries in white tartar sauce, sip.

(Uhm! Again! Tartar sauce can also be used in oyster fries!

I am very satisfied with the flavour.

Aromatic clothing for the scent and flavour of the sea with oysters.

Adding the acidity of lemon and the taste of tartare sauce, oyster fries look different from the previous one.

Heinrich is very satisfied with the flavor and goes on to…

An oyster fry that instantly disappears from the top of the plate.

But not yet. Not enough yet.

"Daughter. I'm sorry, but I need oyster fries and shrimp fries one plate at a time."

Heinrich placed his next order so that it could flow.

"Hmm. Oyster fries. I remember."

Then often, Heinrich returns with a satisfying belly rub in the woods where the door appears.

After I ended up eating one shrimp fry and one oyster fry at a time, I added another plate of oyster fry.

"But here we are. This makes me want to eat again next time."

Whimpering about that, I walk out.

The shrimp fries are as delicious as ever, but the oyster fries I ate today were also no less delicious than they were.

It reminds me of the taste of oyster fries different from the shrimp fries I use for shrimp fries, and Heinrich accidentally drinks his sauce and spit.

(Winter only means that you will keep it again for more than six months in the spring?)

When I think about it, I don't even feel like eating it.

In the meantime, I would definitely ask for both oyster and shrimp fries for the next doyo day.

Heinrich who makes such a sure.

It was the event of the day when new favourites were added to him.