The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

A small, peripheral country on the high mountains, rare in the eastern continent.

Alberto, the third prince of the country, was advancing through the 'vegetable garden' with the sword of the ancestral tradition of Mithril in his hands.

There are ruins in the country of Alberto called vegetable gardens.

A relic that long ago, long ago, the elves created to grow rare plants collected from all over the world.

After more than a thousand years of losing a caretaker, it is one of the most dangerous zones in the country inhabited by countless golems created to manage vegetable gardens, beasts and insect demons that have entered the grace sights of the land, and dangerous plant demons that kill and nourish humans.

"Damn, you jizzy bastard... why are you running a store here..."

Cut the demons of the plants that have stretched the grass over Alberto's thick neck vertically, and Alberto takes one.

Alberto's aim was more in the vegetable garden.

I once found it when I dived into the vegetable garden to show everyone my courage, the black door.

Seeking what was at the end of its door, Alberto had visited the land once every seven days.

"Phew... you got it"

Then stand in front of a door located not so far from the entrance to the vegetable garden and open the door with a familiar hand.

Hearing the chillin 'chillin' bells, Alberto knocks at the door with a grand foothold, worthy of royalty.

"Hey, jizzy! Here we go again."

"Ooh. There you are."

Even if it is one jizzy to return in a cheap reply to the royal Alberto.

The head turned completely white and the face was engraved with deep wrinkles, but gave it a full sense of vitality.

"You're still fine... sit properly in your empty seat and call me when you decide to order. Look, it's a menu."

"Ooh."

Alberto doesn't seem to care much about Jizzi's words, but sits in the right seat.

When it comes to royalty, three boys never succeed to the throne first.

We have no choice but to push this fashion on the people who live in a different world.

(Still, you're a mysterious customer, this store is)

Alberto looks softly at the guests in the store as he tries to get around to the dishes he should be asking for.

Jizzies drink a golden ale and discuss which is better: menthikatsu or croquette while eating each requested dish.

A middle-aged warrior dressed in western continental style with a dish of bird meat and something white 'gohan' on his cheeks.

Gatsugi and a large knight in rubbed clothes, who devours dishes served with brown sauce, making it disappointing that they were quite luxurious.

A wealthy merchant man who wraps a bright red stained noodle dish with a sauce sprinkled from above and carries it to his mouth.

A giant lizard man who can't really read his expression, who quietly eats a dish of giant eggs with a silver spoon.

To the best of Alberto's knowledge, the High Priest of the God of Beautiful Light opens his cup to drink even water, a drink whose delicious taste, called 'Ginjo', is supposed to be very strong.

At the table next to it, the old Dwarf lady asks how delicious she is drinking the fruit-soaked liquor, coming out of the western continent.

Did something good happen, arrange many drinks and dishes on the table, a bunch of adventurers who are excited about the feast......

(Recently, the number of customers in this store has increased...)

When Alberto started going to this store, it seemed to me that this store was more idle.

However, while going to the store, customers started visiting from all over the place and now it's like this.

"Well, shall I eat too?"

Every customer in this store eats a meal that looks delicious.

Alberto's stomach, watching it, also complained to his husband that he was truly eating.

"Hey, jizzy! Order it."

"Yes... So, what do you want?

Calling Jizzi, Alberto points to the dish.

"Mm-hmm. Give me the pork chap. White bread and soup."

All I ask is for the dishes Alberto likes to eat.

It was a meat dish, made from a red fruit sauce called 'Marmet', grown exclusively in the Alberto country.

Then a while later, the food is brought in.

"Thank you for waiting. It's pork chap."

This is the only place where a polite tone of jizzy puts it in front of Alberto is a plate of black iron.

In the center of its iron plate sits a fat boarded pork meat that smells of roasting sounds and smells with a carpet full of red-brown sauce involved.

"Well, take your time"

"Uhm."

Listening to Jizzi's words, Alberto slowly takes a shining silver knife and fork.

(Meat first...)

Different worlds of vegetables and the like arranged to decorate the meat are left behind, and Alberto decides to eat the meat first.

Stab with a fork, add a knife and cut the meat out.

Its meat is soft despite its thickness and easily cut with a knife.

And carry the larger cut fatty meat... into your mouth.

(... um, it's delicious whenever you eat it, the meat of pigs from different worlds)

Much satisfied with its flavor, I nod.

Often fat ridden but odorless meat.

Its fat sweetness is the flavour of the fattest pork meat in autumn.

… it is a flavor that cannot be served by pigs that are supposed to be thin after a long winter.

And it is the sauce used to season the meat that enhances the taste of the pig.

Numerous vegetables and an acidic sauce that would have been mixed with vinegar refresh the meat of fatty pigs.

(Different worlds are still often surprised that Marmet has this use)

And what should also be said to be the protagonist in this source is Marmet.

Red vegetables, which are only finely grown in the Alberto country, were originally found by their ancestors from the vegetable garden.

Sufficiently ripe marmette, acidity and sweetness blended in the sauce to enhance the flavour of the meat.

This combination of meat and sauce was a treat that could only be tasted here, even in Alberto, a small country but also royal.

(Now, suppose we get our hands on something else...)

I just went about half way through the meat and decided to get my hands on other accompaniments, soups and bread.

Deep-fried in quality oil and lightly seasoned with salt alone, the vegetables of different worlds have a pleasant firmness on the surface while the contents are hazy.

The sweetly simmered caluto is soft to the core and gives the sour tongue a different sweetness than that of the fruit.

(Well, what's next...)

Alberto 'seasons' as he sips the green stem-like beans.

Colour the meat, put the marmette sauce on the accompanying vegetables and eat.

(Uhm, it tastes like this)

The sour sauce goes well with the generally understated vegetables.

Even if you eat it as it is, it is delicious, but by adding this sauce, it is transformed.

And I finally reach for bread, where I've eaten some dating as well.

Eat sweet and soft bread on sweet and yellow vegetable and milk soup.

Bread containing plenty of soup spits out the sucked soup every time it bites.

"Hey Jizzy. Bread substitute."

"Yes, sir."

The bread, which is slightly too small for Alberto, disappears quickly into his stomach, and Alberto replaces the bread.

(Ok...... do we finally get to work)

On the newly arrived baked bread, Alberto finally proceeds to the main.

Put the knife in the meat and bread you left behind.

Cut the meat into pieces for a few large pieces, and the bread puts a knife in its back and cuts into it up to about half.

And then push the meat into the bread, take a bite.

The fat of the meat and the intense flavour of the sauce spread to the mouth with the flavour of the bread.

To the taste of the combination of bread and meat, Alberto unwittingly breaks his face.

Thank God for that jizzy guy.

Right now, at this moment, Alberto is in a full mood and thanks the shopkeeper for teaching us how to eat this otherworldly style.

The meat dishes in this store are mostly delicious even if they are eaten alone, but they are even more delicious when eaten with bread.

"Hey, jizzy! Replace the bread!

And the bread also quickly disappeared into Alberto's belly, and Alberto's voice echoed into the store.

"Hmm... I ate it"

Wiping the remaining sauce on the plate with bread, Alberto, who ate up everything, sighed contentedly, drinking black tea from different worlds that said coffee with plenty of sugar or something.

Even today, and as much as I don't want to move for a while, I ate.

Relax until you get hungry with such satisfaction.

"Damn, just make a door in a convenient place to get through more..."

Alberto always thinks it's a shame just to have this wonderful flavor.

Once you get out of here, you can't be alarmed until you get through the vegetable garden.

That's why Alberto stayed relaxed with his swollen belly until he was motivated again.