The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

"Croquet", a regular in a different world cafeteria, met the boy when he left the store, saying that the owner of the shop was coming to finish his wild use.

"Mm-hmm. That's not good enough for today."

Wipe off the leftover sauce on the plate with white bread and transport it to your mouth, swallow it thoroughly and finish the meal.

Croquet's appetite, which he had been passing at the Kenzi family since he was younger, still did not fade, and today he flattened his convenience three plates of dishes.

My stomach is full of comfortable fever and full of unique satisfaction after a delicious meal.

"Well, there's only one left now... well, let's just say we get some rest and we'll go back"

There are no people in the store.

Originally, it is not very popular.

Still, at the beginning of Croquet's arrival, there were old men who were said to be loin cutlets and old adventurers who were said to be mentch cutlets, but they just left because they also said they had business over there.

Also, the store owner said he was going shopping for a bit because he ran out of ingredients and so on and left.

I paid for the food earlier, so I'm just going home later as a croquette, but anyway, the way home from this store is a bit of a hassle.

Even the closest private residence is the distance a horse needs, just because he came out saying he would go away, a hobby he has had since he was young.

"After all, do you want me to build an outhouse for the rest of you to live around here?"

It was when I was relaxing thinking about it.

"Hey, Grandpa, are you there?

On the back, a boy comes out of the back of the kitchen.

"Kashi. Grandma said Grandpa's in the store... is that it? Customers?"

I noticed the croquette as I looked around and was amazed.

"Weren't you closed on Saturday? Well, no, there you are."

Surprisingly, the boy bowed his head to an old man dressed weirdly, remembering the words of his grandmother, who now lives with him, to say a proper greeting to the customers who came to the store.

(Hmm, is that the shopkeeper's grandson?

Croquet, on the other hand, also finds out exactly who he is.

The boy, though dirty with mud, wore strange clothes for a long time.

Short-sleeved shirt woven with strange texts and long trousers with thin, hairless thighs.

White shoes made of strange materials different from leather, dirty with socks and mud.

In the world of croquettes, they are not dressed differently than any of them, from civilians to nobles.

Therefore, if I were a resident of this world, that is, a resident of another world, I would be an associate of the store owner.

"Hmm. Hate it, but the owner's going out a little bit. You said you were going shopping."

That's it, Croquet will answer the boy's questions.

"Oh, really? Shit. I brought this because of you."

When asked so, the boy slightly frowned, peeking into what he had in his right hand and saying.

"Hmm, what is that?

What the boy is looking at. It was something muddy in a bag made of clear leather.

They come in a variety of sizes, large and small, and that comes in some.

At least Croquet is a substitute I've never seen.

"What, it's a potato I grew up in a family medicine class. I used all of today's classes to dig it up. The teacher said it was a Hokkaido Danshaku."

At first, we have to answer the customer properly.

The boy thinks so and explains the circumstances.

Potato harvest, planted in school fields in the spring.

I used all of my classes on Saturday morning to dig it out. I brought it to my grandfather, who had been living with me since Oyaji and the owl died, so delicious that I tried to make it a potato, but Ate came off.

"Danshak? Hmm, is that a crop?"

Croquet, on the other hand, also perceives the circumstances to some extent in the boy's explanation.

I'm not sure about Kateika, but he finally brought a crop called Danshak, which was raised by the boy as part of his academia, to the store owner.

Bring it to the cook's shop owner on purpose.

It must be a crop that serves as an ingredient for some kind of dish.

"Huh? What old man don't you know? It's weird."

"Um, I'm not familiar with hatred and this one. So, what kind of dish do you use Danshak and them for?

Croquet nods heavily at the boy who asks back in wonder.

There are no dangling crops in the croquet world.

There's no way you can tell what different world crops are used for cooking.

Croquet honestly asked the boy to teach.

And the boy thinks a little, and he lines up a dish with potatoes that he knows,

"Huh? That's a lot. I brought it today to try to get you to make potatoes, but it's in curries and stews, and you can put it in a tongue. Other good potato salad and fries, maybe meat potatoes and croquettes..."

"What!? Croquet!? Can you make croquet, what about this danshak!?

Wow! and opens his eyes, Croquet asks the boy.

Croquette, as its nickname suggests, is what Croquette believes to be the most delicious dish ever eaten.

I can't help but be surprised to hear about the ingredients.

"Old man, you really don't do anything. That's right. Grandpa said it wasn't Danshak after all."

The boy replies with a laugh to the old man's query that he is as much a grandfather as he is, but he doesn't even know that.

"Well... that Danshak and Ya are the ingredients of the croquette..."

Croquet decides on the word and suggests it to the boy.

"Boy. If you don't mind, why don't you give it to me? I don't mean for free."

With that said, take it out of your nostalgia and show it to the boy.

Usually, shopkeepers here don't sell ingredients before cooking or condiments that taste wonderful from different worlds.

Come to think of it, now is also a good time for Croquet to get ingredients from different worlds.

"What's that? Some foreign money or something? I don't know what you're messing with."

The boy sees it and asks back in surprise.

What the old man took out instead of the potatoes was a round coin of golden pickles.

Round, even though it was a distorted substitute compared to the hundred or ten yen balls that the boy was usually used to seeing, and there was something engraved on its surface that resembled an old man's side.

To the boy who asks strangely, the man nods and spins one word.

"Um, this is an imperial gold coin made in our country. Credit beats kingdom coins and ancient elf coins slightly, but no matter how cheap the exchange is, it's worth a thousand pieces."

Saying so, the man takes out another one, something that would now also be familiar to the boy.

It was a piece of copper coin.

Copper coins from different worlds, engraved with a terribly precise painting of the temple, difficult to engrave on the front side, even by craftsmen with considerable skill, perhaps a number or something of this world.

It is a "change" that was previously given to me when I ate food at this store.

Although the design was a little too elaborate for copper coins, and there was no opportunity to use gold from my purse outside of this store, but the copper coins are copper coins.

A copper coin would have seen it, no matter how children, and know its worth.

"Hmm. Thousand times ten yen means... Huh!? That's 10,000 yen!?

Fulfilling, the boy knew its value.

Similar to the store owner, it surprises you by giving it a light and precise value.

"Mm-hmm. Right. This is worth Ichimanen. I want you to trade this for that Danshak. Is that a bad deal?

"Ma'am... Yeah, I get it. It's a good idea, so if you go home, you'll still have it. Yeah, well, I'll make it special."

With childish dignity, the boy accepts the exchange.

He receives the gold coin and puts it in his pocket, giving him instead a danshak in a transparent leather bag.

We have a deal.

"Yeah. That's right."

We made a good deal with each other.

Smile like that, laugh at each other.

"Well, let's just say I'm going home. Tell the owner to say hello."

That said, the man gets up and leaves the store.

Ahead of a man stepping down, there's still nothing in the wilderness.

A nearby tree was connected by a splendid black horse, a man's beloved horse, waiting for the Lord to return.

"Danshak's fruit... I don't know if I can get the croquette ingredients"

The man laughs when he sees the fruits of Danshak all over the soil tucked away in transparent leather.

"... All right, let's start with more"

Load the horses with the fruit of Danshak, and make a calculation after this, while riding himself.

The priest of God on the earth, who is causing the management of the court gardens to be partitioned, and the court magician, who has succeeded in cultivating numerous medicinal herbs that have been said to be impossible, such as growing them, if normal.

It is not impossible to increase the number of crops in different worlds, which are totally unknown if these two are.

"What, I just need to make sure I have enough to eat. We'll do something."

I don't know what different world crops are for cooking different world dishes, but it's easy to grow up to the point that such a child can be raised, and just a little... just to grow what he eats.

It would be a great hassle if you let an imperial expert do it in a vast courtyard yard, and if you fail, then that's the time.

For a man who had fought for years only wishing to make the country bigger, it was selfish and easygoing during his retirement.

"In the meantime, does the fact that you've been digging it out mean it will bear fruit in the dirt? So at least you don't have to worry about birds eating you."

If the numbers seem to be aligned to some extent, it is not a rash to divide them among other human beings.

Think about that, get excited, run the horse.

... I still don't know about Croquet, the Empire's first emperor, Wilheim.

That it is the 'Daoism' that will have even a great impact on the likeness of the Empire, and that it will be counted among the greatest feats it has achieved in its own life.

Danshak fruit. It is the food of the kingdom of God, given to His Majesty the Emperor, a devout follower by the God of the earth, who mourned the people of the Empire, whose land the wheat grows less and suffers from hunger (although the sorcerers, who lack respect for God, say that the elves must have done all the magic pieces to produce, I have never heard of the elves growing the fruits of Danshak sooner than His Majesty the Emperor gave them).

Sometimes it takes more of the earth's grace, and if it continues to grow, it brings disease to the earth, even in the wasteland where the wheat does not grow, and the fruit of Danshak, which can be taken in large quantities than the wheat and is above all delicious, also spread throughout the empire with the patronage of the emperor.

The more so now for the imperial common people is the fruit of boiled danshak than black bread made with wheat when it comes to staple foods.

And God, who stretched his power inside the Empire against the backdrop of his Danshak fruit, that is the God of the earth.

Today, the most powerful of the great six-pillar gods in the Empire is the God of the earth.

The God of the earth is the most powerful in the fight against the undead, while at the same time he does not like the battle compared to the most widely believed "God of Light" in the eastern continent or "God of Fire", the one to whom most of the faithful place themselves in battle, "Goddess of Darkness", which is believed in those who make it their business to give death to the things that live for which he is the wife of the God of Light and directs death and darkness.

But on the other hand, it is deeply believed in the countryside, which revives the grace of the earth, sprouts plants, grows them greatly, has the power to heal the disease of the earth, but sperms out into field work.

It is also an impossible story to become thick and faithful in an empire where ten are said to increase the number of pioneering villages a year to grow the 'fruit of Danshak'.

And the priests of God on the earth also well understand its meaning.

In the temple of God on the earth, I treat the 'fruit of Danshak', which is the source of my faith, as sacred as the food of the kingdom of God, and at the same time I am studying the fruit of Danshak in depth, in order to know its power, though.

And another, a new page was about to be engraved in the history of the fruits of the Empire's Danshak.

A new city of empires sought and created in the nearby pioneering villages, which have rapidly increased in number in recent years.

Sophie, the Orthodox Priest of God of the earth, who came in the form of an assignment to the only temple in that city, was on his way to the suburban woods in a light footing, careful not to be followed to keep secrets.

(Oh, I'm hungry...... I need to go soon)

Through a corner lined with brand-new wooden cabins that feel like they've been rapidly built, what you see is a corner lined with about half of the trees cut down and the stumps.

A place where no one would come near because the imperial officials forbade cutting trees because if they cut any more trees, the forest would disappear.

A native of the Imperial City, where he cut down all the neighboring trees and became a giant stone city, Sofi, who had not much connection to something called the forest, strolled through the forest just when he took office out of rarity... and found its door.

Black door with cat painting.

Sophie knocks at the door as she swoops her chest into anticipation.

"... Hello. You're here again. Adelia."

Sophie waves as she looks in the store and finds' I know ', listening to the sound of a bell called Chillin' Chillin '.

A foreign priest who believes in the God of the earth.

Sophie, who was born in the Imperial City and knows many demons with unnecessary things, doesn't care that Adelia is an animal man with ears and tails like a dog, in contrast.

I felt no resistance whatsoever in calling Adelia a friend, a priest with a tender heart and enduring harsh training.

"Yup. Hiha Hipreteen"

On the other hand, Adelia, the Beastman cleric of the Green God, who admitted to the figure, greets her with her cheeks an egg roll containing the fruit of her favorite Danshak.

Recommend the chair with your eyes intact, make sure Sofi sat honestly before swallowing the egg roll.

"No, my brother brought me the money. I'm finally here. You said you'd be back by the time the moon changes, so I'll introduce you then."

After swallowing the egg roll that was in his mouth for a moment, Adelia explains the situation to a new friend, an exotic cleric.

A priest who is rare to man and believes in a green god, not a white god who is the protector of man.

He says he doesn't know how to teach differently or use his flesh as a dragon, but, on the other hand, he is good at manipulating the grace of the earth, and Adelia thinks that his strength is never inferior to his.

Priests and clerics who are nearly years old and believe in God the same.

It was no longer inevitable that they would get along.

"Welcome. Are you ready to order?

As we sit in chairs and tell each other about recent events here, Aletta asks Sofi, the servant of the devil clan who works in the store.

"Yeah. As usual, with beer and a large assortment of potato chips! Season with salt, nori salt and cheese, please!

Well done. Sophie put out her order fine just to hear it from me.

"Yes! Please wait a moment!

Aletta takes the order and returns to the kitchen.

It was only a short time after that that that she would return to Sophie with her cooking and liquor in her hands.

And while I talk to Adelia about no other love, I get a little bit of a split egg roll from Adelia (which is a comeback because I'll also share what Sophie asked for later), and the dish arrives.

"Thank you for waiting. Potato chips and I brought you beer."

A dish of fried danshak fruit served in a large plate before Sofi with such words and a golden, glowing foaming liquor is placed.

The good smell of freshly fried danshaku fruit tickled Sofi's nose, and Sofi accidentally drank his sagging and spitting.

"Now take your time"

"Yeah. I'll call you when I get another order."

Speaking to Aletta like that, she holds the silver holy mark on her neck and prays.

"All right... our God who watches over the earth. Thank you for bringing us fruit and food."

After offering a pre-meal prayer to the God of the earth, Sophie reaches out directly without a fork to cook on a plate.

(Yeah. I knew it wasn't freshly fried)

First, salt.

Take it, which is the simplest and most familiar flavor.

Carry freshly fries from your fingertips to your mouth as you feel the same heat coming from your burns.

The moment I cheeked, the potato chips splashed together with a pleasant feel.

When crushed with parsley, it is the taste of quality danshak fruit and oil that is transmitted together.

They mix with the taste of simple salt to make it sound like a stomach.

(Uh-huh! I knew fries were the 'skin' part!

Sophie realizes that her thoughts are more and more right as she mouths a beer that bubbles to push her in.

The true price of fries, an imperial specialty dish, is the skin part.

That was one of the beliefs for Sophie.

Sophie's parents do stalls selling 'fries' in Imperial City.

Fries hold the water inside, fried in crumbling 'contents' and oil, teething 'skins', whichever is tastier is where opinions diverge among the imperials, but Sophie herself is definitely a calamari and fried skinned pie.

The potato chips, which were only 'skinned' by cutting them thin for her like that and then citing them, were very tasty with a few ingenuity.

(And it tastes good!

Additionally, if you ask for a large portion of the product in this store, the price will remain the same and it can be seasoned in three different ways.

One is regular salt.

The other is a mixture of herbs from different worlds called nori, which has a unique flavour that goes well with salt.

And at the end of the day, the rich dairy flavor becomes a habit, a mixture of ground cheese until powdered.

Taste them one after the other as they are about to burn to freshly fried heat and drink cold beer.

"Yeah. Still this fried potato noodles, too. Hey, Hitofu."

The taste is also extraordinary if it is accompanied by an exotic and caring priest.

Then, while talking to Adelia, Sophie adds beer and often speaks in.

They range from serious stories about faith to everyday little events, and also man preferences.

If you keep talking like that for a while, the boulder potato chips will also cool off, but no problem.

Potato chips are delicious even when they are cold.

Fries are the flavor of the popular common people in the empire with finely chopped danshaku and fried dishes in oil, but when cooled anyway, the flavor fades.

Especially in the skin area, the water held by the Danshak fruit will leak out, softening and losing texture, causing the flavor to fade all at once.

But potato chips, which are new fries, are different.

Although there is a problem of taking it home and putting it down for a few days, the more it has the advantage that the texture is not lost to the degree of cooling, but rather that it can be eaten more and more because it eliminates the fear of burns.

In that case, Sophie had a chat with a friend until sundown and enjoyed beer and potato chips.

At sunset, Sophie returns to the woods and gently returns to the temple.

(The food is delicious, and your fathers recently said in a letter that the economy is good, and it's great!

Initially, I was reluctant to hear of the work involved in launching the city for years away from the familiar imperial capital, but I think Sophie doesn't know life because this is how you can taste potato chips from different worlds, and even more so because it brought great fortune.

Yes, after knowing and greatly enjoying potato chips, Sophie wrote to her parents in Imperial City about the dish.

Potato chips, a new dish that no one had made in the Empire until then, simply about frying danshak fruit sliced thin enough that the other side seemed clear.

It gained a reputation for being very similar to fries but as if they were separate, and made a lot of money for my parents.

More stalls that imitate potato chips these days have also been the source of concern, but there is still an unparalleled amount of sales compared to when it was a grueling French fries sale as the store that created the 'first potato chips'.

(Well, when it comes to the original, what we serve is what we serve at restaurants in different worlds...)

of the beginning, while bitterly laughing at the word, Sophie is pleased with the prosperity of her parents.

Cuisine from different worlds, which is also a new dish with sacred Danshak fruit.

That brought great luck to my dear parents.

(I knew Danshak's actually great)

Sophie deepened her faith in God on earth to that fact.