The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

The Ellens family was particularly tempered that day.

"Hey Grandma. Let's do it."

"No, you can't. It's your day. I have to apologize."

The protagonist of today's feast...... Ellen kicks ass putting on particularly beautiful clothes and pointing her mouth just because Bona, who is 9 years old and braided with her hair in mind, can't stand it.

The 'Blessing of the Children' feast, which is usually held at New Year's festivals.

Not knowing when to die, this ritual, which represents being old enough to teach parents help and chores as a 'child in public' through the period of a dangerous toddler, is not as grand, though not as grand, as when an adult is greeted at 15.

Before this time of year, when formal celebrations were imminent, the Ellens and the others decided to celebrate in different world cafeterias alone with their families.

Ellen has had five children so far, but at the age of nine, only two were welcomed to the children's feast: Kai and Bona.

The first child was born a sick girl, unable to get past her five-year-old winter.

If I was alarmed that the second child was because he was a sturdy physical boy, one day, seven years old, he fell off a tree and died lightly.

The fifth child still doesn't know exactly why he died.

Until Ellen went to bed, she sucked plenty of Ellen's milk and slept easily, but when she woke up in the morning she was cold.

That's how the only two people left at Herman and Ellen's couple were Kai and Bona.

That's why three years ago, when Kai, their third child, successfully reached the age of nine, they decided to celebrate with grandeur.

In that cafeteria, Ellen paid a number of silver coins equal to the number of fingers on both hands from the family's stockpile and asked for a "special celebration."

The shopkeeper tried to respond beautifully to those two demands.

Numerous treats arranged on a table for four.

Alcohol and sweet drinks are priced together no matter how much you drink.

And the last time I came out, sweet and soft enough to think my tongue would melt.

I deserved the silver coin I paid, no, it was a treat far beyond that.

... Because it was so awesome, I remember exactly what Bona, then only 6, remembered until today, three years later, and I couldn't help but ask for 'Ooi and Familiar'.

Thus Bona's celebration of the age of nine will be preceded by a cat, and this is how Ellen is making a reproach on her arm.

"Eh heh... it's a blemish. I'm sure it's amazing, and I can eat that" keki "too."

Bona naturally breaks her face thinking about the future as Ellen messes with her hair.

Bona, only 9 years old, is much stronger in eating than in colour.

Three years ago, every dish I had that day was delicious, but I still can't forget about that treat I only ate once.

Um, surprisingly big and mellow sweets.

After 3 years, I still dream of eating plenty of that sweet treat sometimes.

I can eat that much more amazing than what 'People Living in a Different World' eats, usually says the old man in the sparkling clothes you see over there.

Just thinking about it makes me more excited than the New Year's real festival.

"Hey Grandma! Jubi, not yet ah!?

So I don't care about cleaning and knitting my hair anymore.

Bona wanted to rush to that place as soon as possible.

With that feeling in mind, Bona asks Ellen to have half an eclampsia.

"... there you go. Over. Yeah, it's beautiful. I'm in love with you."

Ellen nods as she complains about Bona's complaint and finally finishes knitting her hair into a convincing shape.

Carefully washed and carefully knitted hair without any dirt with boiling warm water using precious selling firewood.

It was as pathetic as the daughter of a fairy who lived in the town or in the woods in conjunction with the new clothes she had sewn up over the course of a year for the children's feast.

"Whoa! It's finally over! All right, let's go!

"Oh, my God! Come on, let's go! Kaa-chan!

but such an emotion of Ellen prompts Herman and Kai to just go and say they don't care.

The two men were stuffed with cut wings for two.

Anyway, there's a treat waiting for us today, so we just had to drink the water lightly in the morning.

My stomach was no longer empty and my patience had reached its limits.

"Grandma! Let's go. Ooh! I'm hungry too!

And young Bona is also two allies in one way or another.

"... Yes, sir. All right, I get it. Do you want to go?"

Being as isolated and helpless as ever to his passing family, Ellen sighed and decided to head to her celebratory seat.

Just around the time the sun hangs on top, Ellen and the others creep through the cabin in the barn.

I knock at the door as I hear a chillin 'chillin' and a bell.

"Welcome! Welcome, I've been waiting for you! Please take this seat!

At the same time as knocking on the door, Aletta greets him with a grand welcome and guides him to his seat.

Reserved seats, prepared for 'party'.

Put there, retrieve figurines that Aretta can't read, but the store owner says' reserved seats', while seating four people.

"I will bring you warm food now! And what would you like to drink?

"Okay, beer first...... no, that's it! Distilled liquor! Give me a whiskey!

"Oh, I'd like a glass of wine."

"Me, Coke!

"Me too!

Whatever you drink today, the price goes hand in hand.

That's the deal, so the four of us just stay here, and usually ask for a drink or a sweet drink that weighs on itself.

"Yes! I get it! Please wait a moment! And I'm going to bring you some food now."

Aletta turns to the kitchen in the back with a smile on her face frankly at those four.

"Master! Ellen and the others are here!

"Whoa. Okay."

The store owner nods and moves to Aletta's report.

In addition to cooking for the usual guests as usual, a number of party dishes are organized around the classic dishes of this period.

The cold dishes stay cold and the warm dishes work on those last finishes they've been waiting to serve in warm conditions.

(Well, I hope you're happy)

They look right in the fridge while finishing the dishes they serve to Ellen and the others.

It's actually the first dessert I've ordered in three years in Neko Ya as a different world dining room, which I don't usually serve.

But for the flying pappy making that cake, no, a classic menu for most cake shoppers.

The timing of putting it out must be well anticipated.

Then, on the table, the shopkeeper and Aletta, two hands side by side, one dish after another.

"Are you here...!" "That's just fancy......" "Wow!" "Wow!

Four of the extravagant dishes delight in spit.

Roasted chicken, baked for one whole fat chicken.

Raw vegetables not similar in the middle of winter, flavoured in a brown sauce with vinegar, thinly sliced from the top and sprinkled with fried and crushed danshak fruit.

Milky potage soup made with yellow grains of vegetables such as corn, with a hint of sweetness.

Fries of scallops and other shellfish in freshly fried shrimp that are still making a faint exploding sound of oil, arranged one serving at a time.

A pale yellow omelet filled with smoked meat and cheese, hung with a bright red sauce with a hint of acidity.

A small sandwich with oiled and cured eggs and fish seasoned with mayonnaise and truly small chopped vegetables of crushed danshaku, served on a large plate.

A number of dishes arranged narrowly on the table make the stomach of the Ellen family squirm and then nail their eyes.

The closer I looked, the more I accidentally looked at a number of other guests who were eating at another table, as well as a number of dishes lined up at the Ellen family table.

"Well, I'll take the cake with me at the end... take your time and have fun"

Did you see how Ellen and the others were doing, at the same time that the store owner could say so?

The four members of the family simultaneously reached out to their thoughtful dishes.

All the food for the feast was delicious.

Round grilled main chicken with skins that have lost fat and aromas of herbs filled with plenty of gravy, sweet and sour sauce and tummy.

Raw vegetables of the fresh itself, which can be eaten more and more thanks to sour sauces and salty Danshak fruit.

Soup with yellow corn that is as sweet as it smells and warms the body.

A fry of sea delights that usually has no extra edge and is perfect with the tartare sauce served in the middle of the plate, which contains plenty of unique flavours.

An omelet that breaks in your mouth softly while putting the fire through firmly.

A sandwich with a variety of ingredient flavors, coloured with the softness of fine thin white bread and the acidity of mayonnaise.

Delicious liquor and sweet drinks that you can drink as much as you want, enjoyable with them.

They quietly eat a juxtaposed treat.

None of the four speak a word, silent.

… the more silent, the more delicious it is.

(Yummy...... but hang in there, I need to)

In the meantime, Bona had eaten a little bit of different dishes, desperately resisting the urge to eat more and more.

Of course, I want a treat. But even you have to.

Bona knows.

That the last thing that comes out after this is what Bona has been waiting for for for three years.

If I miss this opportunity, I'll have to wait until about the next time my brother grows up.

The best food, in the best of moods.

That was three years ago, Bona's firm determination to be so delicious that she could only eat half of a slice and be the feather that would deprive her brother of the rest.

And finally, that's when it comes.

"Excuse me! Is it time to bring your cake?

Aletta asks, anticipating the time when the dishes on the table were cleared up in advance.

"Right...... yes. Please."

(Kiri!)

Bona responds to my mother's words.

"Well, wait a minute."

That said, I quickly lift the empty plate on top of each other, and drop off Aletta, who goes to the back to pick it up.

(Not yet, not yet...)

I'm softly restless.

What I've been waiting for so long.

That's it.

"Thank you for waiting. It's a birthday cake."

It was a treat I even dreamed of for Bona that she would only be allowed to eat during the celebration.

A specially made treat that Aletta needs to 'book' in a different world dining room, big enough to lift with both hands.

"... oh. That's a lot bigger again."

"Um, Master Victoria, did you have such a keeki in this store?

"... No, I've never seen it either. Same as a take-hole cake for takeaways if it's just the size. But I've never seen anything so decorative."

"Dear Celestine... that's"

"I don't know. But again, it's a beautiful cake."

"I don't know, it's amazing. That doll, the board, maybe you can eat it?

"... I think it's likely. Cake decorations are generally edible and delicious"

From a table nearby, I hear voices.

Bona took a glimpse, and there she was, a customer who usually eats sweets from this store.

My grandmother always said, "The One Who Differs from Suzuke."

Bona and the others will also be nailed to birthday cake as they gather their gaze all at once.

It looked like a treat but also a piece of art.

Decorated with round cylindrical foundations are white cream and red berries.

The cream paints a complex pattern at the same time as covering the whole area in bright white, and the red berries, hung with white powder like snow, appear vividly in pure white cakes.

In the center of it is placed a single board with a brown pattern and four dolls.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Good for you, young lady. This is a cake for you."

A shopkeeper carrying the cake asks Ellen with a knife for the cake in his hand, smiling at Bona, who accidentally raises an exclamation.

"Shall I do the cutting?

"No, I'll do it. Excuse me, can I borrow your knife?

Shaking his head at the shopkeeper's offer, Ellen receives a knife from the shopkeeper's hand.

(... well)

Honestly, Ellen puts the knife in and cuts the cake apart, even though she feels a little unwell.

Pull the plate just in the middle of the cake (it looks very sweet and sweet to Kai, who ate it before) to the edge.

Four dolls lined up just like one at a time.

... and only one thing, the part where the board got on is a lot bigger than the others.

Three people, who stared at how Ellen was going to cut them apart, are nailed to that, one big, sliced cake.

"Kaa-chan! I like this!

"Wait! This kind of thing I choose from my dad first..."

"Wait. Have you guys forgotten what's important?

Hand control over the meaty men who try to eat that biggest one at you for eating scattered drinks, Ellen asks.

"Bona is the star of today's celebration. The choice comes from Bona. Which one do you want?

Smiling, I ask Bona.

The answer was needless to say.

"Holy shit! Cake, cake!

A big cake, placed in front of Bona.

Bona tackles it quickly, raising her voice of joy to it.

"First, then, this!

The first thing to eat is a bright white plate with a brown pattern.

Three years ago, something my brother, Kai, could not eat because he occupied it alone.

Surprisingly sweet and delicious board for my brother to say.

My uncle at this store says this says something to celebrate Bona's birth, but that's not important to Bona today.

"Ooh! Not really! What is this!?

The taste was more than I expected.

A twisted moment. A crisp, playable board.

It tastes slightly like milk. That's sweeter than Bona's ever had before and melts in her mouth.

Obsessed with its feel and flavor, Bona instantly eats a plate in front of Kai looking envious.

"Oh, it's gone..."

I'm just a little sorry about that, but I'll think back soon.

(But the cake's still all over!

Yes, we still have the lead.

Bona cuts out the cake with a small fork as she unconsciously remembers the flavor she ate three years ago.

To eat well, cut the large cake into small pieces and transport it to your mouth.

Nearly throw it in your mouth, take a scowl and spit once...... eat.

(oh... hey hii...)

At that moment, it's vivid memories that spread to your mouth.

Over 3 years, the taste of it that I even dreamed of does spread to my mouth.

What then spreads in your mouth is a white cream that tastes like milk, a flavor of plump, soft and sweet yellow foundation.

The syrup marinade of the fruit that was sandwiched with the cream between the foundations is filled with fruit juice that contains a different sweetness than the cream each time it is chewed.

And bright red berries, which also remain acidic in the sweetness.

With these combined, the cake attracts dreams to Bona.

Sweet cake everywhere, sweet dreams.

In that dream, Bona fancies and cheeks the cake in a literal sense.

It was a moment of bliss, when Bona could wait for three years.

Eventually, the dream time marks the end.

"... Ah, it's gone..."

Finally, a bright red berry with sugar down and Bona, who finished eating a crisp sweet doll, say sadly when she sees an empty plate.

The cake, which was supposed to be that big, was quickly gone.

Later all I had left was the feeling and loneliness of saying I was hungry.

(I wish I had more...)

With that in mind, while rubbing her stomach, Bona looks up and surrounds the same table, looking at her family.

"... Ugh, I ate it"

"Ugh, I can't eat anymore..."

"I knew the food here was great."

The whole family was smiling.

I wore clean clothes and ate delicious food.

It couldn't have been possible, except for a satisfied smile.

"Okay, if you slow down a little bit, go home..."

"Right. I think I'm hungry."

"Wow... I'm eating too much... oh, sister coke. Give me another drink!

Smile and cross words, loving family.

"Yeah. Really, good... I'll have a Coke too"

Bona also smiled naturally at the way things were going, and the best day of her life slowly passed.