The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

Western cats have a basin break.

Every year for a whole week in the middle of August, the western cat completely closes the shop.

That's mainly because the salesman doesn't come to Loc in the basin where the salesman is off due to the business of the Western cat, and because both the previous generation and the current owner have the idea that the original old store should rest without doing business in the Basin New Year.

Now, that's how it's customary for Western cats to serve a certain 'special dish' before the bonsai starts.

The price is 1,000 yen per person, which is the maximum lunch at this store. However, in order to be 'all-you-can-eat' at any rate, the customer is very satisfied, but the store will have a confirmed deficit, a dish that cannot be served without an annual festival plan.

A long time ago, before the store owner was born, I wondered if I had purchased it wrong (when I still didn't have any money in the store, my predecessors laughed at the fact that Teng had mispurchased a large eyeball by a grandmother who had dangerously tipped the store and entrusted me with accounting) I had dabbed a lot of ingredients in the store...

Time was just before I went into the basin, a time when the basin was much stronger than it is now, when the refrigerator in the store was much smaller than it is now, when the customer's feet would be completely interrupted when the basin was made, and the previous generation, who had mistakenly purchased that the purchased material was unlikely to hold until the dawn of the basin, held its head.

Normally I would have used the ingredients by the basin. After worrying all night with my head in my arms, my predecessors came up with a plan and put up a sign.

- Sell a special menu 'Barbecue' today. Whether meat or vegetables, all you can eat at the usual price.

On the day we made such a plan, Cat Ya's customers exploded and the ingredients, which should have been more than usual because of the mistake, were used up in just two days. I barely made any money because I ate the higher ingredients that everyone said were meat or shrimp, but my predecessors relieved me that I didn't waste the ingredients, apparently.

... Although it was a lot of miscalculation that I had to do it because various customers asked me if I would do all-you-can-eat barbecue this year even after that.

That's why every year in front of the basin, 'barbecue' is arranged on a daily basis only once or twice a year in Western catfish.

Friday just before entering the basin. And on Saturday, the day after that, the barbecue will be served to the guests here and there for a thousand yen.

And again this year, that day came.

"All right, good luck today"

Saturday morning, the shopkeeper regains his temper.

Yesterday Friday was very hectic and a battlefield.

During the summer vacation, free students gathered around in the daytime to make a scene with all-you-can-eat nori, and in the evening the salaried man, the day off from tomorrow, pressed him in large quantities. The busy hours of noon continued from opening to closing.

The busyness was much more enjoyable for shopkeepers who had crossed the thirty road for six years. Honestly, I think I want to take the day off already.

However, it is a week off from tomorrow with the shopkeeper. That makes me motivated, too.

As a result, the shop owner silently chops the meat, washes the vegetables, and treats them under the seafood.

"Good morning. Master."

"Whoa, I can't get my hands off you right now, so I need you to take a shower and eat some mesh. I made a sandwich there."

I came to the store as usual. I won't stop working when Aletta comes. I can't get my hands off you.

On Saturday, the guest foot situation is less than on Friday. Instead, there are fewer people. It's been a lot easier since Aletta took charge of the meal, but the food is still chopped up by the owner.

"Okay, here's the thing"

Then a while later, when I was finally ready.

Chillin 'Chillin' and the noise announcing the guests' visit rang, and the battle began.

Hearing that today's daily routine is barbecue, Ellen deepens her grin that her predictions have been met.

"Oh, I knew it was today."

Smile face-to-face with Herman. Aye, Kai and Bona, laugh with their two children.

Barbecues are sold out only once a year during the summer platter, on the seven-day doyo day.

Ellen, who has been visiting here for more than the last decade, had been able to identify when she would be open to it, as she encountered it several times.

"Right. Exactly what I thought... then I'll have four barbecues for you. And..."

"A beer! Give me a beer!

"Kaa-chan! I like coke!

"Me too!

Floating at the annual festival, Hermans demand drinks from mouth to mouth.

"I know. Excuse me. Two beers and two cokes."

I almost reject it as soon as I normally do, but I want to eat and drink a lot about every barbecue day of the year.

From that feeling, or with a light acceptance, Ellen orders an extra drink.

"Yes. Thank you. Uh, barbecue, you can choose what you want to bake, but what can I bring you first?

He asks me what my paying daughter is going to bake.

"Beef and pork meat. And I'd like all the bird's leg meat with barbecue sauce, please."

Ellen answers the query with a smile.

When it comes to barbecue, the day you eat delicious meat.

That is the barbecue for the Ellens family.

Barbecue is a special dish that is only sold once a year on a Saturday with a summer platter in a different world cafeteria.

The price is quite high at one piece of silver coin per person, but what a sumptuous dish not just bread, rice or soup, but 'the dish itself, you can order whatever you want', even if you pay for one piece of silver coin, it's worth eating.

Especially meat that you can barely usually speak of. It was also like a festival for Ellen and the others, with the opportunity to eat the fine meats of the other worlds full of bellies.

Then a little, a barbecue comes served on a large plate before the four of us.

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

"And I brought drinks with me."

Because of the high volume, the shop owner brings a tray with four drinks on it, and the servant's daughter arranges them in front of each other.

What drifts is the fragrant aroma painted on the roasted meat and meat and emitted by a slightly scorched barbecue sauce.

Unexpectedly, the four sipped of the scent, and reached for it.

Beef of cattle is stabbed on skewers alternating with oraniers, while pork meat is skewers of meat only. The bird's legs were carefully burned with one round leg.

(No, you're here...)

With the skewer in his hand, Ellen cheeks the skewer of the cow's meat, feeling stronger than earlier.

The moment I put it in my mouth, the gravy and fat of the roasted meat, then the taste of sweet and sour barbecue sauce spreads into my mouth.

(Oh, I knew the meat here wasn't delicious...)

Ellen unexpectedly narrows her eyes to the taste.

This dish called barbecue differs in the quality of the meat, while also adding and subtracting the spiciness of a sweet, sour and just a little spicy barbecue sauce and the exquisite baking that the meat inside is not hardened even while the surface is well put through the fire. Especially the beef meat is soft, not milky, and every time you bite it, it's full of gravy... so delicious that you wonder if it's really the same creature's meat as Ellen's knowing cow.

(I wonder how I can grow this kind of meat. Not at all)

For Ellen, the meat of the cow is the food of a festival celebrating the abundance of autumn.

At that festival, which takes place after the successful completion of a year's harvest, thanking the God of the earth for that, every year a whole roast of cattle is made.

Crush old cows who are no longer able to work, or cows whose milk is no longer available, and cook and eat a whole head.

That's a good enough treat for Ellen's people who can't usually eat meat and other locks, and they're happy to eat it, but they're so hard that they can't chew it off in an old man with bad teeth, and they have a unique odor. After all, it is the assessment around including Ellen that it is not as tasty as the pork meat originally grown for eating.

But the beef here is different. The taste of unodoured meat, no less than pork meat, inspires appetite and once you start eating it, you can't stop.

I quickly finish eating one and reach for the beer, even as I re-mouth it with a slightly textured and spicy baked oranier, alternately sandwiched between the meat and the meat.

The refreshingly cold bitterness passes through the mouth and throat, washing away the flavor of meat.

I sighed at the feeling and looked at the other three, and the other three had just sighed with contentment in their mouths of drinks.

(Ooh, ooh. Does it look like a family after all)

It blows out unexpectedly about that.

"Ooh, Mom. And this pork meat. Eat. Eat."

On a sigh of breath, Herman takes another skewer stabbed with another pork meat, he says.

Barbecue of pork meat, with clear white fat on top of gray meat. This one is only cooked with meat, and it is greasy enough that it has now or is likely to fall.

The fat leaks with the gravy, which feels slightly sweet when it bites through the fragrant surface of the fat that has fallen out reasonably well. It was excellent when combined with a sweet spicy barbecue sauce.

"Mother, don't let these bird legs go."

"Try it! Because it really tastes good!

What the kids would recommend was a bird's leg. Usually sold as roast chicken, they soaked and roasted bird's leg meat in barbecue sauce, which is more stained with barbecue sauce than any other meat. And the skin of the bird, and the soft leg flesh, and then around the bone, the crunchy part.

The bird's leg meat, which can enjoy a variety of flavors at once, was the child's favorite meat dish.

"Yes, sir. Then I suppose you'll have it. Oh, and this beef is delicious, too, so try it. Because it's pretty much separate from the meat that goes out on a festival day."

Ellen also recommends cow meat while responding to the recommendations of her beloved husband and children.

For them, barbecue was even a delicious meat-eating dish.

Meanwhile, there were separated men as old as their parents and children and two dogs, predominantly the same meat but eating in a different way.

"What do you say? What about the buckwheat?

"Wow it's good...... is it really a piece of silver coin no matter how much you eat?

"You too. Except for alcohol and sweet drinks. That's why you eat. Mesh and meat."

Gaff Gaff and Masilla, a magnificent man and skilled hunter, tells Yuto, his own disciple, as he strokes the head of two hounds who are really just delightfully eating roasted meat that is not even shaking salt as he waves his tail.

"Yes, thank you."

Nodding forcefully at Masila's words, she begins to eat meat skewers on her left hand and yurts with chopsticks on her right hand just now.

Remove the sweet, soy-seasoned pork meat from the skewer, made with sugar or stock in the soy sauce, put it on rice rice held in a pile, and eat it.

White and sweet stained with meat fat and gravy, mesh.

The flavour of the fragrant baked meat goes perfectly with the sweet meshi that makes the hot air, and I feel like I could eat as much as I want.

"I knew the rice here was delicious. This meal is a treat enough."

"Right. I don't know if I'm here for meat or rice anymore."

To the words of Ut, Mashira, the master, also nods.

Sure, the meat dishes here are delicious. Stewed pork horns I ate when I guided the old samurai crowd that I always eat, then today's buckwheat. I think these meat dishes are the best in the mountains.

But it's also true that the white rice here tastes different. rather than what rice grows in mountain countries.

For the two of us, who eat something called professional patterns, meat all the time, it was also natural that this one would feel more like a treat.

(Oh, I can't resist this scent)

Masira inhales the hot air, which contains the sweetness of rice, to indulge in its aroma.

That's a strange thing because I've eaten scattered meat and rice so far and I still feel like I'm going in.

(Don't lose to the younger ones yet, and eat well. Er)

So Masila took the chopsticks again so that he could not be beaten by his disciple, who was pouring rice and meat into his belly with furious momentum.

Fardania, the elf of the journey, gently cut it off with a fork and carried it to her mouth, flaunting her face. As usual, it was delicious, but therefore.

(Wow... I can't believe Melanza just baked it so good)

With that in mind, I carry Melanza, the fifth only today, further into my mouth.

Flowing from green pulp is a juice that contains a terrible flavor. The flavour of the trollo comb, shaken from the top of the melanza, the spiciness of the spicy rubbed ginger and the extra flavour of the shoyu shaken from the top, combined with the slight flavour that the melanza itself possesses, make it a vegetable with the utmost juice.

The purple skin is beautifully peeled and the bright clear green melanza is a summer vegetable. Its thick, meaty pulp is soft, and when simmered in soup, etc., it smokes the soup well and tastes good, and can go quite well even if cooked and shaken with salt.

But if that were all, it wouldn't taste as good as Faldania would overlap the 'replacement'.

(I knew this show was sloppy. Even though I could eat all kinds of delicious things with this)

See the disciple who continues to grab sweet vegetables like the roasted tomato corny yellow fruit from earlier.

Alice, an elf child grabbing the yellow fruit on her thick core in a heartbreak, apparently badly liked that sweet vegetable.

Freshly baked It is fragrant and when bitten it gives sweet juice.

And it's the salt gas from the baked shoyu that's pushing it up to a flavor a step above.

The distinctive aroma of burnt shoyu, combined with the sweetness and brilliant saltiness, make the tomo corn even more delicious, which seems to have captured Alice's heart with disappointment.

"Excuse me. Hey, give me this tomo corn"

I no longer ask for the first sheety mushrooms, ring-cut oraniers, danshak fruit, etc., but I am asking for tomokoroshi extensively.

(And then there's this "Trollocomb" thing that's sloppy, too)

He then lifts a dull green grass gently hung over Melanza with a fork to identify him.

It is this trollo-combed grass that the store owner said, 'Usually to Shaw, it is ginger and cuttlefish, but the young lady seems to have no raw odor' and sprinkled it instead.

This grass was like a lump of flavor, and when it was chewed, it was a strange grass with a faint smell of the sea.

(... I wonder if Camilla knows who this is)

To the scent of the sea, I see the witches who live in seaside towns, who today invited the Faldanians to the Dining Room of the Other World.

A witch named Camilla, who lives in the name of a sea witch and sells medicine to the people of the town.

She's only called a sea witch, and she's familiar with things in the ocean. That's why Faldania expected me to know something.

"Yeah. I didn't get it, but it looks like I keep it properly so it doesn't rot in a cold place. You can go inside."

Camilla of the day has chosen sea creatures to eat from earlier.

The contents of scalloped shellfish, stabbed on a skewer, in round shripes or in a large, sliced clarko, cooked directly on a seashell.

They all baked Shaw Yu from the top, and Shripe chews off comfortably with a bump in his mouth every time he bites Shripe, which is as elastic as pushing his teeth back when he stands up. And a loose scallop in my mouth and a chewy scallop. Shoyu, a sauce very similar to the fish soy used by the people living on the western continent's seaside, put together a slightly scorched flavor and aroma, which is only one step beyond what Camilla has picked by diving directly into the sea, which Camilla usually eats, but it does not look like it is well preserved or rotten, it just had an appetizing aroma.

"Hey Camilla......"

That's how I enjoy my meal, and I get a pompous voice.

"What could it be? Mr. Faldania."

Stop Fork's hand just a little on that word, Fardania...... I see my daughter, a descendant of Elf, an ear-long invader who has pushed me forward and told me to tell you about fruit jelly.

Long ago, an invader said that even this hundred came from a continent north of the Blue God long before Camilla was born, which is already crossing.

They are barbarians who confuse the great six-pillar God with the natural enemies of all living and living things, the 'chaos of ten thousand colors' and call them 'chaos of the seven colors' and so forth, the highly developed magic of being able to defeat even the great priest by himself a good magician, and we are the invaders who attacked the continent on which the families of the great God live with the unnosed arrogance of being the champion of this world and so forth, but it is also a far story of the past. Because of the decline so much that human beings are now far more numerous, the former arrogance lurks in beauty, creating small villages in the woods and living in detail is the majority of them.

Sometimes the people of the Blue God had a thin relationship with the elves who lived in the sea but were invading mainly the land for it, and Camilla doesn't hate the people so much as the elves. That's why we sometimes act together like this.

"This... I think it's the sea grass hanging on top of this, don't you know what it is?

"Which, let me give you a taste."

To Fardania's inquiry Camilla stretches her fork into the green vegetables that Fardania had been eagerly replacing from earlier.

"Yeah, I think maybe this is that grass"

Fardania stretched out her pins and ears to tilt as she divulged the identity of the grass from its flavour.

And at night. Finally sending out his last guest, the shopkeeper accidentally lowered his back to the dining room chair.

"... you're finally done"

My voice leaks unexpectedly. Every year, I feel like I'm getting tougher and tougher every year, and I hate to feel like I'm getting older and older.

Today was a busy day around the corner. From the evening onwards, guests who mainly came to the store for drinks sprang up greatly when they heard of the barbecue, repeatedly replacing it with alcohol and barbecue, and today's last guest… the demonic guests, who usually asked for only beef stew, flattened out all the barbecues that still had about five servings, even though they were exhausted in the name of 'just a little taste'.

"Well, now you can rest exactly from tomorrow"

Nevertheless, if we make it through today, we'll be off all the way from Sunday to the next Saturday, and we can take our time.

What shall we do this year? While I think about that.

"Well, suppose I give you the last minute before then"

The shop owner was prepared to bake their share of the stock because of the sweaty employees in the shower.