The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

One of the countless islands present in the sea country is an island inhabited by Dwarves.

Its island, centered on a volcano that blows fire, can take iron instead of rice, but Dwarves lived there for it, and since ancient times, they had made blacksmiths to trade for food and charcoal.

And Mayfan, Dwarf's old woman, immersed in the island's only hot spring, sighed at the heat of the hot spring staining joints in her body that had recently become painful together.

"Hey, it stains..."

In the eyes of Mayfan, who growls so, is a sunset with a hot iron colour that slowly sinks across the horizon.

The light indicates that tonight we will reveal the night in a mountain hut built near Yuji Yard.

As always today, it is only Mayfan who is watching the sunset from the hot springs.

Yuji Field, where this hot spring springs, has a strong ability to heal physical pain, but is a little far from the village of Mayfans at the foot.

For this reason, it is mostly unpopular except for the old people who have taken time off work and the sick people who have been ill come to soak up.

But Mayfan, who is old enough to marry, raise a child, and even have a grandson, frequently goes here in honor of taking physical saving pain.

Specifically, he comes here once every seven days, soaks himself in the hot springs until evening, and returns the next morning.

"Well, it's time to go."

Mayfan rises out of the bath, warming her body up a bit, then holding an empty stomach that she hasn't eaten anything after eating the porridge made in a pot that was in the mountain hut at noon.

Carefully wipe your wrinkled body with a cloth and change into your usual clothes...... head to the most enjoyable place in this Yuji.

Yes, there are secrets in this Yuji field.

A little far from Yuji Field, in the woods.

A black door with a cat painting, situated in that place where there is only a beast path.

Once every seven days, it leads to taverns in different worlds, which is why Mayfan visits here frequently.

Stretch out your back with anticipation, put your hands on a golden brass handle, and open the door.

Chillin 'Chillin' and making noises, the door opens and leaves into a room that is so bright it doesn't seem like the night.

"Oh, there you are."

At the same time Mayfan enters, Mayfan and the store owner, who would not be the same age, greet Mayfan with a smile.

"In the meantime, can I have a beer?

"Oh, please. My throat is clear."

Nodding to the shopkeeper's inquiry, he jumps on a chair that is slightly too expensive for Dwarf and sits back.

"Huh, it's not cool in here"

It is pleasant to have a cool breeze that cools down the hot, lit body.

As usual, there are few people in the store, and it's quiet enough to have a middle-aged samurai who sips the fried pork into a dish, the old man and the roasted bird into a dish.

(Well, it's going to be terrible if you bring my guys in for anything)

Second, it comes to mind that there is no such benefit.

All Dwarf men are unparalleled liquor lovers.

Sweat in a lot of blacksmith work with a shout unmatched by a small body, eat a lot of mesh, drink gutsy and strong liquor.

If that came to this store so delicious that neither the meshi nor the liquor was literally from the world, I would push it with a lot of noise and keep drinking until the store's barrel was empty.

Because I feel that way, Mayfan keeps this place in his mind and just makes himself enjoyable for now.

"Wait. It's a beer."

When I think about it, I get scared.

It is a beautiful wine with a contrast of white and gold that can be seen across a large glass of glass that is perfectly clear.

"Oh, thank you."

Thank you and drink up all at once.

The rinsing irritation and the refreshing bitterness pass through the tongue at once, through the throat and into the stomach.

"Oh, you still have a nice drink."

The owner of the shop, Shimodo, is impressed every time he sees the snoring sky in an instant.

"Well, maybe."

Mayfan replies in a good mood while returning the empty cup to the words.

When I come to the store, I first open the snoring and moisten my throat, then eat the mesh.

That's what Mayfan looks forward to every seven days.

"Now, what can I do for you today's sake dish?

As soon as possible Mayfan asks the store owner.

"Well..."

The store owner thinks a little about the inquiry and comes up with it.

"No, he asked me for a little something, Oil Sardine... I planted a fish oil pickle and saw it. Do you want some?

I was recently asked to make it because I wanted to get it out of the new store with the store sales, and now is just the time to buy it.

Yesterday, after giving it a taste, I also let the store eat and see it, but my reputation was good.

You can put that out on this old woman from another world.

The store owner thinks so and the store owner recommends it.

"Iowa? Well, I'm used to eating fish, and the fish here are good to live. Is there anything off? Fine. Give me that. And for now, do you have Umesh? Give me a bottle of that if you have one."

"Oh, wait a minute, please"

At the recommendation of the store owner, Mayfan decides to eat that oil pickle and finally orders the liquor that can only be drunk at this store.

The owner also nodded clearly and went back to the kitchen and started preparing to serve the guests.

Fortunately, it is a dish that can be served as soon as it has been served.

Without waiting, the food is placed in front of Mayfan.

"Huh. What the hell is this guy doing here... oiling fish?

Mayfan asks all at once.

It was the little fish that dropped its head and pulled out the halibut that was placed in front of it.

Did you cook it lightly or it was faintly scorched and scattered over the finely chopped part from the top.

And near the fish is arranged a small vessel with something pale yellow white and something red and then something black,

"Oops. Homemade. Thanks... Togalan and Galeo are in there."

After lightly describing the main oil sardine, the shopkeeper points to the seasoning arranged quite well.

"And this one is flavored. Mayonnaise and ketchup, then soy sauce. It all fits, it suits meshi and bread, so call me if you want it."

Then finally place a glass of vitreous bottle filled with light yellow liquor and a neat shape, followed by a small barrel filled with ice.

"Then finally, plum wine"

"Oh, thank God"

Seeing that booze, Mayfan narrows her eyes naturally.

Umesh, Mayfan likes this sour and sweet wine soaked with fruit from other worlds above all else.

"Well, take your time."

Mayfan starts eating fast as she sideways watches the shopkeeper gently bow his head and return to the kitchen.

"Well, let's start with the food."

Take the chopsticks with those words and stretch the chopsticks out to the fish.

(First of all, it tastes like fish itself)

With that in mind, he pinches up the body of the fish, which was just lightly put through the fire, and the chapstick, which is still finely chopped in white.

Its body collapses softly and rides properly on the chopsticks.

(Better. Smells good. Sounds like you're using fine oil)

There is just a faint fragrance from the lightly broiled oil stain, and it doesn't smell like oil.

Even though the oil is faintly overflowing from the body, this is probably evidence that the oil used to soak the oil is odorless and uses fine oils.

(Yeah. That sounds like it after all)

Softly Mayfan carries it to her mouth as she inflates her expectations about it...... she laughs as she carves deep wrinkles into the flavor as expected.

(Well, here we go again... you're soft and good)

The fish was badly softened.

Originally it is normal for dwarves to crumble and eat every bone when eating fish, but this fish does not need to remove the bone if it is to be of other species.

Despite all the small fish that seem to have a lot of small bones, they don't feel uncomfortable catching bones.

(Pull out the bones... No, you're not. You planted it to soften to the bones!

Try rolling it with your mouth often and Mayfan realizes that.

I don't have bones. It simmers until the bones are tender enough to eat normally.

(Not really... this is a treat enough)

Mayfan flaunted her face at the taste of the oil stain.

Season with salt, then drizzle.

For its saltiness and spiciness alone, the taste of the fat from this fish can be tasted well.

Each bite overflows with juice that contains the flavour of fish from the soft oil marinade and oil that is plentiful for you.

And even though it was put on top...... it left a bit of spiciness and texture by not daring to put too much fire through it, which is giving the soft body a little tooth feel.

At first glance, it's a small fish dish that I'm usually used to eating, but it's no exaggeration to say that this hassle is a treat.

(Can we make it? This one... I don't know if I can do it)

Taste a lot, and reach for the seasoning while you think about it.

It has a salty soy sauce, a strong acidity, and a much softer acidity than kappa.

Mayfan is familiar with these three types of seasonings.

Taste with them handily and eat oiled.

The oil marinated with soy sauce is tightened tightly with salty soy sauce, and it seems to go well with the mesh.

The sourness of Kappa goes well with the oily oily taste, which gives me an appetite.

And you're not here. This soft acidity and oil-soaked oil go well together.

Both are oily foods, but they didn't quarrel with wonder and fit well.

(Hmm. Well, I just tasted one...)

That's how I gently swept my belly with fish oiled, and finally reached for the booze.

After adding a large amount of ice to the glass of vitreous, pour Umesh out of the bottle.

A light yellow liquor containing the smell of fruit is poured from bottle to cup, with a faint aroma around.

Smelling that smell, Mayfan softly drinks from her cup...

"Hey! Give it to me!

Call the store owner out loud in surprise.

Mayfan asks aloud the shopkeeper who has rushed for something.

"Is this liquor any better than it was before?

Yes, that Umesh had turned into something much, much finer than what I had been drinking before.

The aroma becomes more intense and firmly sweetened, while the acidity is felt firmly.

Alcohol was softer and tasted refreshing overall.

"You know what I mean? No, I'm surprised. I knew someone would understand."

To the words, the shopkeeper, not too familiar with the liquor because of Shimodo, is surprised and convinced.

(All you have to say is a liquor store or something in this time of recession... that guy is)

I think about the new store I added the other day.

He reached this cat or building after looking around at properties everywhere, and when he heard the shopkeeper would make knobs and make a run for it, he contracted, and started the bar using his retirement money upstairs in the building.

He said he had broken his liver and had traveled around the world instead of around the country until he could no longer drink, and had worked a lot to drink.

He claimed to be familiar with alcohol only for twenty years after joining the company.

And he opened the tavern with the motive that doctors would stop him from drinking, that he wanted to at least get involved in the liquor, and that people would like to see him delighted with a drink as rare and delicious as the one appearing in his favorite comic strip.

Apparently the self-proclaimed familiarity was real.

"Oh, hey, listen to me. I tried to change the supplier. The price hasn't changed much, but they say there's good wine."

"Really? All of a sudden, I'm surprised it tastes better."

I heard a brief explanation from the store owner and Mayfan is convinced once and for all.

(Damn, you surprised me. I used to serve it before, but I thought it was the wine that Atashi would serve.)

I was reminded that there was a top.

About five years ago, I admired the deliciousness of Umesh I found in this store, and thought about it for myself and made it.

I washed the fruit I could take on the island in the blue and soaked it in the spirits that are mostly made where the dwarf is, and put it to sleep for about six months with plenty of brown sugar brought from the approximate island.

Too sweet for the men, do it. It was not easy to appreciate that alcohol was weak, but it was popular with women, young people, and then human merchants who came to the island to buy Dwarf made blacksmiths, and young daughters and wives started coming to Mayfan to tell me how to make it, and the merchants who bought it at the end of the blacksmith were about to tell me if I could make more because I would buy it a little higher, but it still wasn't enough for Umesh to be served in this store.

(That's right. If you don't try harder, it's not going to taste convincing)

And today, Mayfan secretly decides to drink even more delicious Umesh.

Let's make a better omesh. While I live.

With such determination.

"Hey! Give me another bottle of Umesh!

Mayfan overlapped the cup to learn a little bit about the flavor.