The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Tatsugoro stared exhalingly as he distanced himself from bathing in blood, as he fell, as if the giant he had long cut into pieces.

"Oh my goodness, it's finally over"

Sucked the blood of many travellers and rusted it off, wielding a giant knife as long as the back length of a tatsugoro, the beast's quickness and suspicion, and a monster with the appearance of a giant old woman, a hug.

Tatsugoro, who was asked in exchange for some gold in the village where he stopped fumbly to do something about the chemicals that even the adventurers were told would be easily chopped and eaten.

Tatsugoro groans as he strokes his body, which hurts in time.

"Phew. You don't want to get old."

The pain is not due to injury. Though death is inevitable if you hit it even once, Tatsugoro is not busy enough to hit such a massive attack.

But when the battle for his life is over, his body complains of pain to Tatsugoro.

When you are fighting, your body, silently following Tatsugoro, complains of pain and paralysis and stops you from traveling.

"I can't help it, I cure it slowly for a few days... no"

Back at the inn, Tatsugoro, who was thinking about spending a few days at the inn, realized about it and deepened his grin.

"Tomorrow was just doyo."

And the 'doors' around here sure should have been near the town where we walked about half a day from here.

As soon as I remembered that, my arms and legs silenced, complaining of pain and paralysis.

(Man, it's cash while my body is at it)

While smiling bitterly about it, Tatsugorou jumps the neck of the hug and packs it in a bag, hurrying to the village where he was requested.

(If we get out now, we'll reach the nearby inn before sundown. Let's just say we enjoy the liquor in the morning)

Tatsugoro's footsteps, walking out with that in mind, were light and did not make him feel old.

And the next day.

After that, he cut up the thanksgiving feast opened in the village early and headed to the city, where he reached by sundown, Tatsugoro was visiting in front of the catfish door at about the same time as the sun plunged into Jomtien.

(If you think about it, it's been a month)

Recently, I think that it has been shabby not to get to where the door is, and Tatsugoro drinks his spit.

Yesterday, the feast of the best celebrations of the villagers received before they set up the village was also good inside, but the otherworldly dining room is still special.

Tatsugoro puts his hand on the door handle he is used to seeing with his expectations.

(Eating is the usual...... no)

I think I'll make it the same as usual Teriyaki Chicken and Seishu, but I think back.

Let's change our fun a little bit today. Looking around with that in mind.

Summer is the season. This is a different, but still hot, season in my hometown.

It's this time of year that I want something to eat.

Realizing that, Tatsugorou opens the door.

There's chillin 'chillin' and a hint of air-conditioning cold air that knocks out the hot summer heat leads out by the tatsugoroo.

In the wind, Tatsugorou stepped into a different world dining room.

Aletta greeted Tatsugorou, even though she was a little surprised that the regular visitors usually arrived before noon in the evening.

"There you are. You've come a long way."

"What, I'm a little worried?"

While I say that, I sit back somewhere and place an order.

"I want fried chicken today. He's boned. I don't want cabbage. And I don't know what you said... yes, give me a gintonic."

The usual teriyaki chicken and seishu shall be closed.

Oil is usually a strong combination for a slightly older body, but it makes me want to eat it asexually from time to time.

After the bloodshed in the fierce battle, especially.

"Yes. Please wait."

Aletta takes the order and nods, frightened only slightly by the signs of such a tatsugorou.

"Uhm. I'll ask you sooner."

Tatsugoro also discourages him from doing it, and waits with words that make him mildly hasty.

(Fried chicken or don't eat it for a long time)

While I wait, I give thought to the fried chicken I haven't had in a long time.

Because of the thought, Tatsugoro sipped his sauce.

Then I often wait.

"Thank you for waiting. It's gintonic and fried chicken."

Aletta brings it in.

A fried chicken, filled with an elongated glass of vitreous wine, shaped like a cylinder, making noise with shwashwa and foam, and jujuju.

It is a simple dish with yellow lemon fruit, which is not uncommonly compatible with the sauce as a dish fried in the oil of this shop, and cut right next to it into beak shapes.

"Um, um"

Take a sip of gintonic first, dishing the fragrant aroma of fried meat in oil, drifting from fried chicken that would still be hot.

A refreshing fruity flavor, cold liquor can be played in your mouth.

The strong alcoholic spiciness used for gintonic and the refreshing and slight acidity of the unsweetened fruit inside. And the irritation of Tansan giving it in the mouth.

"Ugh."

The flavor is overflowing with voices. It's not like the Seish you always drink, it tastes sharp.

Unlike the ales out on the eastern continent, which are free of bitterness, it crosses to flow down your throat after a sharp stab in the tongue, leaving you cool.

Alcohol to drink during the summer day, while the sun is still high.

Drinking alcohol at that time tastes good like this.

(Well, shall we get our hands on the dish later?)

While emptying about half the gintonic filled in the cup and asking for a quick next, Tatsugoro reaches for the fried chicken with his bare hands, not the chopsticks, which he dares to wipe clean with his peeves.

From your fingertips is the heat of fried chicken, hot enough to burn.

The heat of fried wings and fat filled areas in oil tells Tatsugoro that the fire has been going through well before eating.

I feel the heat of fried chicken that rarely matches the type of sauce for a dish fried in oil in this store... and I bump.

(Ooh... Ooh!

The moment a tooth with a pleasant tooth and protruding into a garment flavoured with shoyu and spices breaks through that garment, gravy leaks out of it.

I no longer lay eggs. Soft meat of soft young chickens that are old enough never to be served.

The fat overflowing from the skin that wraps its meat and the gravy overflowing from the meat mix with thin, toothy clothes, leaving a strong flavour in the mouth.

(I can't wait, this is)

After fully enjoying the flavour, just grab the gintonic and drink the rest.

The flavour of meat on the fat of fried chicken is pushed away by the flavour of a sharp tan sun.

It had an exceptional flavour that was different from the usual taste of Teriyaki and Seish.

(Well, next...)

Enjoy the flavor thoroughly, and after you finish eating one, change the flavor.

A fruit called yellow lemon, gently served with fried chicken.

To your hands, crush it over fried chicken.

Drop sour juice from crushed lemon and wet fried chicken.

Where it barely went, Tatsugorou returns the sourced lemon to the plate, takes the fried chicken again, and eats it.

(Hmmm. You still have lemons after the second one)

The addition of acidity to the fried chicken earlier made it easier to eat.

The acidity of the originally strong lemons is no less than that of the strong meat and clothes, even more harmonious to enhance the flavour.

The first bottle tastes like meat and clothes without lemon, and after the second bottle sprinkle with lemon.

Occasionally, but many times as I eat fried chicken, it is a fixed fashion in the tatsugoro.

(Well, do you want to go to the second plate...)

Eventually after layering the cup and eating the fried chicken along with the convenient three glasses of gintonic, Tatsugoro calls Aretta again.

"I'm sorry, but I need a replacement. Fried chicken. Now without bones. And give me a mesh."

Yes, this food called fried chicken goes well with rice.

The strength of oil is extraordinary when eaten with a pale, sweet comedy.

(What, the days are still high. Shall we have some fun for a while?)

Tatsugorou excitedly waits for the next one as the liquor turns around and gets in a good mood.

The store owner expected it, too, and soon the next one will come.

"Thank you for waiting. Fried chicken and rice."

Fried chicken cut to the size of removing bones and pinching them with chopsticks.

A brown colour slightly darker than the earlier one, this time on a mountain of finely chopped leafy vegetables, accompanied by a grain of lemon.

Beside it is the usual combination of pure white rice and brown miso soup.

"Mm-hmm. Not after the booze."

As such, Tatsugoro, who has an unmatched physique and appetite for the year, takes chopsticks this time.

Fried chicken, ripped out of bones and cut into smaller pieces, is, in a sense, another dish.

Tatsugorou puts leafy vegetables behind him for now. Tatsugorou first pinches up small pieces of fried chicken.

Throw a bite, or at most two, of fried chicken the size of which you can finish eating, into your mouth when it looks like it, chewing.

Overflowing from it is greasy gravy and the flavor of the clothes.

Stir the rice served in a pottery bowl while the flavour is still in your mouth.

(Uhm! Still good booze, but good mesh!

The slight sweetness of the rice sucks the taste of fried chicken and creates another flavor.

Earlier, the flavor of gintonic, poured dark fried chicken mixed with the pale flavor of rice just got better.

(Oh, why don't you. Don't eat too much with this......)

Instantly about half of the bowl's mesh disappears with one fried chicken.

Fried chicken is not as good as teriyaki chicken but goes well with rice.

Only small pieces of fried chicken will eat up the bowl in no time.

"Sorry! Meshi's giving me a replacement too! And so is Zintonic!

But I'm not even going to weigh myself a tatsugoro with a fried chicken that's swollen in my diet.

Alcohol, meshi and fried chicken.

Tatsugoro intended to indulge in this flavor, which is the strongest with the exception of teriyaki chicken.

"Phew, you totally ate too much"

Blow your belly to the limit with rice, liquor and fried chicken, and at the end of the day you say you made lemon frozen all over the finish, licking sweet and sour lemon sorbet ice cream.

He was sharp, and Tatsugoro was deeply satisfied with the cold that resonated in the core of his head and the unique flavors of sweetness and sourness.

"Give me a break."

I finished my meal, but my stomach is swollen enough to hurt, and I'm not likely to be able to move for a while.

It's a dangerous condition if this is between journeys, but there's no problem with this otherworldly dining room.

"Whoa! Store owner! Here they come!...... hmm? You smell good."

"What the hell? Sounds exactly alike."

When Tatsugoro is relaxed, a couple of ghosts who visited the store, familiar with the regular...... seem stronger than a lousy samurai move their noses some sharper than humans to smell them.

"Oh, hey, I was just taking a fried chicken order and serving it."

You just got handy, watching the shopkeeper welcoming the couple give an affectionate description of fried chicken, a little utter.

The more liquor turned the noonday mellow. It was comforting, making the old Tatsugoro forget his daily fatigue.