The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

10pm.

The shopkeeper, who finished cleaning up the whole way, shrugged feeling a little open.

"Oh my goodness. Apparently this year is over safely"

"Catya", which is not a different world dining room, is unusual for today's restaurants. New Year's Eve, Golden Week and Basin are closed.

Since the neighborhood's office districts, high schools, and universities will no longer come on New Year's Eve holidays, even when shops are opened, a large deficit is confirmed.

This is roughly the same for all shops in this shopping district, and they end up on New Year's holiday with the exception of "Bamboo Forest Inn" in Soba, which is open every year until 3: 00 pm New Year's Eve for first-time returnees.

"It was a good Saturday this year."

However, New Year's holidays do not technically exist in different world cafeterias.

There seems to be a custom in the other world to celebrate New Year's Eve, but that's not happening, taking off any work like that in Japan.

People from different worlds come Saturday is New Year's Eve or New Year's Day, but they don't care at all.

Rather in the name of celebrating the New Year, it is not even uncommon to place more orders than usual.

Then I usually help them do more planting for Saturday, I don't have any other cooks, so I'm supposed to go down the day before by myself, and the rest of the day crumbles.

Think of it that way, just this year when the time for work delivery is Saturday, and next year when New Year's Day off is Saturday, it's not bad inside.

... Somehow this week my nephew and niece twins did one of my friend's noble daughters did three apprentices did a couple of birthday cake orders in because the caretaker did the flower kingdom did it for my birthday.

(Childhood tame upstairs was laughing like, 'This is the first time I've sold birthday cakes since Christmas was over')

Furthermore, there were many orders of hors d 'oeuvres for the celebration of the New Year.

And the appetite of the guests who came all the way to eat this year was also strong, with more orders coming in than usual.

That's why the last otherworldly dining room of the year has been a long and doozy day.

But that also ended with me passing the beef stew every pot, as I always do earlier.

If you finish the last cleanup, there's one last job left.

"Well, is it time to get started?"

If you squeal like that, I'll take that out prepared for this year's tightening.

In the middle of the day, take out the raw soba and soba sauce that was delivered to the eighth generation of the bamboo grove.

While boiling plenty of water in the pan, make the utensils.

I left some extra in today's sales, finely chop scallops and vegetables into shrimp to wrap clothes around.

(The clothes were thick, so as not to dissolve in a boil, it was)

In the past, I used to wear clothes a lot thicker than I would normally do while remembering the tempura tricks of a buckwheat shop I taught my old man, while dropping them in oil.

Watch it fry carefully to avoid sprinkling, then line it up in the bat to cool it down a bit.

(Hey, later...)

In completely boiling water, toss the soba.

Warm the saucepan in a pan until boiled and place in a pre-warmed vessel.

Then if you put the soba noodles in the juice with the hot water in mind and finally gently boil the fried kayaki, only on one side, before putting it on.

"All right, you can have a cat or a special fried noodle,"

I can do it. See that satisfactorily.

New Year's Eve buckwheat just a little earlier than usual.

I don't specialize in making buckwheat noodles, but noodles and Tsuyu both look delicious inside just what the pros on that road made.

"Well, I'll take it with me"

I don't hate cooking, but I still feel better if I think I'm off for about a week from today.

The owner was only slightly lighter than usual and headed to the dining room.

At the dining room Aletta was relaxing after work and showering.

"Phew..."

Mixing with a leaking sigh is tiredness and relief.

I was so busy today that my eyes seemed to turn.

All the customers looked forward to the approaching New Year and ordered many more.

The shopkeeper finished the dishes in the kitchen all day long, and Aletta also listened to the order and continued to carry the dishes made by the shopkeeper.

but that also ended earlier. I'm already eating the shopkeeper's bribe today, and I'm just leaving.

"This year is over..."

Think about it. It was tough this time last year.

I felt trembling at the winter cold in Wang Du and living in fright when I would freeze to death holding my neat belly.

"... God of the devil tribe. Thank you for your mercy."

Then a year. Aletta now offers a prayer of gratitude for her good fortune in being able to stay like this.

Demonic god...... man says the evil god was defeated by a human hero about 50 years before Aletta was born.

The demons who lost God's protection because of it have greatly diminished their power, even though they lost to humans.

I don't really feel it. By the time Aletta was born, the Demons only had one way or another to live in poverty without eating, or to dream of grabbing a thousand dollars and risking their lives.

If the protection gained with Aretta was useful in the fight, I think he would have chosen the latter.

A testament to the protection accorded to Aretta...... the little horn of the goat dwells the power of faith.

I would have been a cleric to serve the Devil's God if I had gained the protection of a stronger, bigger horn.

Yes, I was told by a priest in my hometown village who had three horns that were much bigger than Aletta's.

I'm sure it'll help. God had a good look at Aletta, and he carried me luck.

Since I began to think so, Aletta has begun to pray more properly to the Demonic God than before.

"Hey, Aletta. We're done."

"Yes!"

Look, there was still protection.

Just arrived a wonderful dish to fill my hunger.

Just a little bit on that. Aletta chuckles and replies.

"What? Did something good happen to you?

"Yes, just a little"

Laughing at the shopkeeper who looks strange.

I've never seen it, but I'm sure the Devil's God looks like a shopkeeper, etc., with no benefit in mind.

And this evening's supper is gently placed before Aletta.

"Uh, what is it today?

Look at what was placed in front of him. Aletta asks the shopkeeper.

It's a noodle dish with gray noodles floating in a brown juice filled with large eyed vessels.

And more and more placed on top of it, a large egg-colored fry.

Noodle dishes called pasta served in different world cafeterias are close, but I feel very different.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Kakia Gesoba?"

"Whoa, Mr. Bamboo Forest and this one. Your old man hit it. It's good."

With that said, the store owner also sits down to his seat and takes the chopsticks he brought with him.

"Then... I'll have it"

Keep your hands together with that chopstick, and take the chopsticks that Aretta has recently been able to use, as urged by the shopkeeper offering her pre-meal prayers.

"O God of the devil tribe who watches over us… thank you again today for giving us food"

Pray a little more thoughtfully than usual.

"... All right. Do you want some?"

"Yes!"

That's how two people as old away as their father and son laughed and just started eating their last dishes at the other world cafeteria of the year.

Unfamiliar cuisine (although the most common dishes from different world cafeterias are likely) Aletta looks at the owner for a little while.

(Eh, I wonder if Soba starts with noodles)

When the owner sees the chopsticks pointing at the vessel, lifting the noodles and rinsing them, Aletta imitates them as well.

Pinch the noodles with chopsticks, two sticks that have recently become available for use, lift gently, and freshly scrub the sound.

(Yeah...... not like the last one, but yummy!

What spreads when you eat is the smell of soba and juice.

Shoyu and the flavor (according to the shop owner, the flavor of something called Dashi that came out of the grass and fish dried in the comb) spread strongly into Aretta's mouth.

Tastes maybe wahoo flavored, different from the tamen I had before.

"Phew...... good job on the tits"

The shopkeeper who took a bite is also convinced of something.

(next... this, kakiagi, maybe)

Drink the sawdust and spit and stretch the chopsticks to the kakiage soba main...... kakiage.

Like small chopped shrimps and squid, Aletta is a kakiagi with sea delights she has never seen in her life and chopped oraniers in her clothes.

Familiar, unlike the usual fries served in the store, the pale yellow oyster, not brown, emits a unique presence on the soup.

Smoke the soup and cut the softened kakiagi, just a little bit.

And carry it to your mouth... and leak your breath, unintentionally.

What spread the moment I ate it was the fried light touch and leaking out of its oyster, the juice sucked by the oyster.

They enhance the taste of sea delicacies and oysters made of oranier.

I'm sure this is the intention of entertaining the touch of fried food in the upper half, which hasn't made you smoke juice, and the taste of oysters containing juice in the lower half, which has made you smoke it.

(I knew the master was amazing)

Not only is it delicious, but to the various ingenious shopkeepers, Aletta once again renews her respect for the shopkeepers who eat more and more soba in front of her.

And thank you at the same time.

A store owner who is a different world man and an amazing cook.

To be picked up by someone like that and be able to stay like this.

"Hmm? What's up? Didn't it fit your mouth?

If I was thinking about that, they would have stopped chopsticks, and the store owner asks me just a little worried.

"No. It's delicious."

Gently returning it to such a shopkeeper, Aletta proceeds with the chopsticks again.

Shall we have some noodles next or just some kakiagi up there......

With that in mind.

"Hmm. A treat,"

Then the shop owner chopsticks a little bit.

"That was delicious"

Then I'm just a little late, and Aletta puts on chopsticks again.

Neither leaves a drop of juice in the vessel.

Aletta was right, it tasted great.

"Oh. Sometimes a soba would be nice."

The store owner also smiles so that he can be followed by a grinning Aletta.

And the last night of the year in the other cafeteria slowly changed.