The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Arlev, a magician who lives for many years in a city made to lean against some oasis in the land of sand, when the merciless sun that raises too much light of death in the desert leaves across the earth, stained with the dim darkness of night.

"... light."

Cover your left hand and invoke a lump of light emitting a pale orange light over your palm.

"Uhm, you slept well"

Carefully chopped off, it's hard to say, stroking his clutterfully stretched beard, one snaps, gets up and puts on his sandal and goes outside.

Lighted all over the city in darkness, the magical lights and the usual towns where merchants and desert lizards walk under them.

The merchants and officials of the empires of the eastern continent who recently visited the land (anything that has suddenly occurred in the last fifty years or so, seems to be comparable to the kingdom, one of the countries of the eastern continent) were quite surprised to see this' night scene ', but one or two of the very simple magic, even if the letters cannot be read, are usually seen in sandy countries where it is not uncommon for ordinary people to memorize and use chants.

"Well, you're hungry..."

I stroke my empty belly as I was attracted to the smell of roasting fish taken from an oasis drifting from the stall.

I haven't eaten anything since I swallowed the thin bread I bought this morning.

"... oh, speaking of which, today was Doyo Day"

And when he was hungry, he realized that, and Ahref went to the place with the sleaze.

Slip through the crowd, it's all over the city, into one of the empty houses.

There's nothing to live in for years now, lonely vacant home.

The black door stood securely, illuminated by the light of the moon as the ceiling collapsed and plugged in.

(Uhm, same powerful magic)

A few years ago, Arlev, a magician with just enough knowledge to be called a wise man, found this door when he realized that strange magic was leaking out of one of the empty houses.

Far ancient, it is also said, has created a great desert that extends into this land of sand, a door that houses the magic of an elf.

When I first found this place out of a magic stream, I knocked over the door driven by curiosity.

And now, listening to the chillin 'chillin' bells, I knock on the door hungry.

Beyond the door is a restaurant of different worlds that is even brighter than the city illuminated by magical lights.

Several people in the restaurant… According to Arlev's knowledge, the people of another country on the eastern continent, the people of the eastern continent, and a wide range of guests, including demons, cling to the dishes.

Watching it, Arlev slowly lowers his back to the appropriate table chair.

"Welcome. I brought you some water."

As soon as we anticipated it, the service of this shop, a demonic tribe with an Eastern Continental style face, brings precious clear water in the desert and a squeezed cloth containing water.

"Oh, thank you. Quick, but I want to place an order. Take today's day off with bread. And espresso immediately before meals, and coffee jelly after meals."

Take it and place your order as usual.

On a daily basis with a piece of bread, soup and the dishes of the day, a different world-style kaffa (although in other worlds it seems to be called coffee, etc.) and a sweet with hardened kaffa.

These three items are the usual orders of Earlev.

"Yes. Please wait a moment. In the meantime, I'll have your espresso right away."

"Oh, please"

Arlev nods satisfactorily to confirm his service.

You weren't used to it too much when you first arrived. Every bit of your behavior didn't go away, but thanks to a solid effort, you now show a lot of customer service that you could do.

Then in no time, Kaffa is transported.

"Thank you for waiting. It's espresso."

A white cup with a handle, placed on a small white ceramic plate.

The cup is full of pitch-black kaffa and emits a fragrant aroma.

(Uhm, it smells good. You use fine beans)

Enjoy the aroma with a single nose, then take the sugar pot and add three cups of sugar with a spoon.

A pile of white sugar on a silver spoon falls into the salad and pitch-black kaffa, and then stirs it with a spoon served by the kaffa plate.

No milk in, keep the cup lifted and drink little by little.

A strong kaffa aroma, mixed with acidity, bitterness and sugar sweetness, falls through the tongue into the stomach.

(I can still only drink so much 'thick' kaffa in this store)

Arlev loosens his cheeks just a little to the taste.

Arlev does not leak to the man of the people of the land of sand, he likes Kaffa.

It is good to have this intense aroma and flavour, and above all, the feeling that my head is crossed when I drink it.

I hate alcohol that blunts my head movements, so anything I drink to enjoy this way rather than moisturize my thirst is always kaffa.

Of different worlds, espresso kaffa has a strong flavour.

(The beans aren't just good. something, I guess they put it in a special way)

Kaffa also drinks in different ways in different worlds.

How to simmer in water with regular, roasted kaffa powder in a cloth bag, or with milk (the kind of milk that does not rot or dry as long as it is in the breasts of living livestock is one of the beverages familiar to the people of the land of sand), even colder than the well water of the assembly, or how to put it in as thick as this espresso would normally be unthinkable.

In addition, the other world's kaffas have a variety of ideas: try foaming the milk to be put in, float and see dairy sweets called half-consolidated creams with less water, and swim colder, cooler, ice-cream dairy sweets into cold kaffas.

It may be said that Arlev is visiting this store for a wide variety of kaffas in different worlds.

And when I finished a glass of espresso kaffa while I was fully indulgent.

"Thank you for waiting. I brought you the dish. Today's daily routine is an assortment of croquettes and shrimp fries"

"Oh. Thanks"

The dish arrived as if it had been foreseen, and Arlev put a fork in his hand to cook.

And when the food was gone and my belly was filled enough with soft white bread and soup.

"You. I'm sorry, but bring me some dessert."

Demand after-dinner treats from a working daughter who traveled nearby.

"Ha ha. Please wait a moment."

That said, my daughter went back to the kitchen while she was inches away.

"Thank you for waiting. It's coffee jelly."

Give it to Arlev.

"Mm-hmm. Thanks"

Thanksgiving is there too. Arlev sees it placed in front of him.

Square lacquered black confectionery filled with wide-mouthed vitreous cups.

Bad way to put it, but it looks like finely chopped slime. That's Arlev's favorite treat.

(Um, my belly is filled enough. Now is the time to eat.)

Caress one belly, make sure it's full, and then take the spoon.

When you eat something truly delicious, you must be full.

That is Arlev's obsession.

Hungry makes most things taste good. Whether it's hardened bread or chilled kaffa, it's delicious if eaten when you're hungry.

That's why you have to eat when you're full.

You eat when you're full and you don't need to fill your belly, and it's the delicious that's really delicious.

(First, a spoon)

After ticking the filled little pot of cream placed beside it, I dare to take a bite without sprinkling it at first.

Black cut into small squares it softens up and carries to the mouth.

(um. Yummy)

The taste of kaffa, with a gentle and distinctive texture and a slight sweetness that is more subdued than the kaffa you usually drink.

It's cold, but the ice cream hasn't cut that cold, and the condition is cold.

If you stand up your teeth, you can crush them as if you had no resistance. Enjoy it in your mouth for a while and swallow it.

Jelly entertained her tongue tip and then fell through her throat into her stomach.

(umm. I wonder how you make this)

I wonder every time.

Arlev doesn't know how to make this jelly treat.

In addition to the kaffa, I guess there is some other way than to consolidate the juice of various fruits and the mixture of milk and eggs.

If you make a soup in the evening with a large amount of fish taken from the oasis, it's probably an application of that because in the morning you say the sun can harden by the time it rises.

With that in mind, take another bite.

(Hmm. But this is how you can taste it, okay?)

Think that way with a filled belly and a tongue that enjoys a strong texture.

Either way, there will be a lot of research to create, and I can't expect enough flavor to come out in this store, even if I could make it more often.

You can leave magic to the magician and cooking to the cook.

While I think so, I move on to the next way to eat.

(First of all, softly)

Take the 'Nama Cream', a milk placed beside it, that has reduced moisture and increased fat.

Nama cream, uhh, drips a thin thread and falls into the cup, engraving white muscles into the jelly's lacquered black.

(All right, that's it)

And after all the nama cream,

Clear black jelly, white and intense nama cream, and a brown mixture of the two.

It is this state of mixing of three colors that is the complete form of coffee jelly.

And take a spoon of black jelly with white cream, and eat.

(Hmm. Still got some catfish cream in it)

Deeply satisfied with the taste.

Coffee jelly is completed by the addition of white and intense nama cream to the jelly that consolidates the kaffa.

The refreshing kaffa flavour is complemented by the flavour of milk, but not completely mixed at first, giving each flavour a feel.

The taste of white milk is strongly felt at the beginning, followed by the taste of the kaffa underneath, and finally the taste of the cafe ole-style where they were mixed, in other worlds.

Enjoying three flavors in just one bite is what makes this coffee jelly great.

(Um, still good for coffee jelly with just milk. That coffee jelly parfait is too much extra stuff)

Complex, but not overly complicated, it carefully entertains the taste of milk and kaffa.

That taste is the supreme delicacy for Arlev.

Arlev tastes one spoon, one spoon, coffee jelly to make sure.

Eventually, we run out of a lot of coffee jelly, and the last thing we have left on the bottom, we drink up the brown juice mixed with kaffa and nama cream and exhale a satisfying sigh.

(Uhm, you're indulgent)

My tongue still remembers the aftertaste of coffee jelly and my belly is full of happiness.

Before that happiness disappears, let's go home and fall asleep today.

"Store owner! I'm leaving my accounting here!

With that voice, Arlev stands up and firmly places the copper coin for today's price.

"Yes, please stay again."

The shopkeeper also faces lightly out of the kitchen with what he learns and smiles at Arlev.

"Uhm. I'll see you in seven days"

Arlev smiled again to respond to such a shopkeeper, and answered the shopkeeper.