The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

At a coffee shop in the mall, Yamafang Hayashi (Yamazaki) had the last confirmation of his resume.

(- Okay, I'm fine with this, I guess)

Make sure you're not all wrong, exhale and put your resume on the envelope.

Last week...... Apparently my calendar grandmother, who lives with me at home while Hayaki is working to prepare for the mitzvah, talked to me and said I could hire her if she wanted the same treatment as a regular kitchen part-time job.

I have heard that the interview will be held on a "day off," but I have also heard that if there is nothing wrong with it, it will pass.

(... my first part-time job, ah)

Hayaki is tempted to work part-time, which will be her first experience at twenty.

Students study for the time being. It was a promise from a long time ago to my father, who called it speech preaching, such as skipping depression on part-time work and putting aside schooling.

He said he could work part-time in a restaurant run by his uncle, where his father's eyes could reach him, after he had grown up so that he could take responsibility for what he had done by himself by obtaining all the necessary credits other than a compulsory subject in his lecture up to the second grade.

(Yeah. You're okay, aren't you? My uncle's shop looks pretty reputable.)

I am an early college student.

My friends had as many kids as men and women who worked part-time, and some friends from the local area who said they worked at my uncle's restaurant in high school.

The friend said, 'Hourly rates are a bit cheap, but bribes are delicious shops. And the cake shop upstairs can buy cheap and save with employee discounts'.

Pretty old store minutes, my daughter is not the kind of store where I go to hang out with friends or go on dates, but it seems to taste good.

It just seemed like a good place for Hayaki to build up his' training '.

I knew if I was going to be a cook, I'd have to work in a restaurant.

Determination also rises for a new cup of coke.

Hayashi's dream is to become a cook and sooner or later have his own shop.

I've liked to cook since I was a kid, and instead of my parents, who worked together and came home late, I started cooking when I was in junior high school.

Hayaki, who liked to make a dish for the first time he had never made it, and also liked to devise how he could make a dish he had made better, immediately raised his cooking arm by his exploration and effort.

When my great-grandmother, who couldn't cook at all, started living with me as a new member of my family, when I was a junior high school student, I got paid to eat apart from pocket money, and I started doing it from buying ingredients, and when I was in high school, I started giving my parents "beloved daughter lunches" that I had made for my share.

For Hayashi, working in a restaurant is an important step that leads to future dreams.

That's why Hayaki went on to work part-time after worshipping his father and clearing the terms of exchange with so much difficulty.

"All right, let's go"

Before noon on "Saturday," which is my uncle's store holiday, Hayaki whines with determination and walks to the building of purpose.

A three-minute walk from a coffee shop in the mall, the shop is located on the first basement floor of a building marked by a dog sign with wings.

Western Cat

That was where Hayaki was about to step in.

"This is my uncle's shop... as Grandma Calendar said."

I accidentally admire the overview as the story I heard from Grandma Calendar over and over again.

There's a sign standing right next to the black door with the cat painting on it that says' Closed Today ', but from the other side, I feel signs of people, so my uncle should have a proper one too.

"Sure, you can use this key."

At the bar mitzvah, I take out the key given to me by my grandmother on the calendar who came to see Hayashi.

He said that with the key to the front door of the cat, if you use this, you can even put it in on a closed day.

(Speaking of which, he said it was probably because Hayashi would be fine, but what's okay?

With that in mind, gently unlock it.

I made a noise with Kathari, and the door that was closed opened.

"I'm sorry. Sorry to bother you."

With those words hanging, Hayaki unwittingly solidified, knocking through the door where the chillin 'chillin' and bell sounded.

(... Huh? It's closed today, isn't it?

The bright store and the smell of various dishes, then the way the guests are quite busy.

I look over the store, which is open no matter what I think, and realize it.

(Is that it? Everybody dressed like fantasy?

If you look at the guests in the store now, they were all dressed like they wouldn't normally see, such as those who were lowering their swords, those who were wearing sparkling dresses, and those who were likely to even come out on Arabian Night. Besides, the majority of people had a face that was clearly not Japanese.

(... you think I'm renting a store for a cosplay party or something?

It was then that I drew my own conclusions about what was going on in front of me.

"Um, welcome. Welcome to Yoshok's Nekoya."

He is called from nearby and turns around.

Standing there was a girl about high school.

He has a face that is obviously not Japanese, and he is rubberizing his hair with blonde hair that doesn't seem to be dyed.

I wear black, unusual design hair decorations around my ears, like horns or something, but they look wonderful on me.

He would be an employee of this store, as can be seen from wearing a waitress uniform-like garment with an apron with a cat applique on it.

Maybe it's the one called some college student.

"Oh, thank you. You speak Japanese well... I'm not a customer."

"Huh?"

In the meantime, he decides that there seems to be no mistake with the store's officials, and Hayaki decides to explain the situation to the girl, who looks strange.

"Eh, I heard you were going to interview me on the holidays, uncle... is there a store owner in this store?

"Uh... wait a minute"

While leaning her neck towards the words of Hayashi, the employee-like girl turns to the kitchen behind to preach the words of Hayashi.

(Oh, good. I had a proper uncle)

Then I'm just relieved to see my uncle come out with the same face as coming to greet me on New Year's Eve or something.

"Hayaki!? Grandma didn't say anything!?

"Er...?

My uncle asks me, and I'm confused.

Apparently, my uncle thought Grandma Calendar was telling her something early.

Could it have anything to do with how things are going in this store today?

"Well, what. In the meantime, I'll explain the details later, but I'm getting a little carried away right now. I'll make time in a little while, so hold on.

Then eat something and go. I'll treat you. We'll do whatever it takes. "

My uncle guides me to my seat when I think about it, and I get that suggestion while I get out with the water.

"Huh? Are you sure?

"Whoa, I was just waiting for you at the mess shop."

My uncle nods when Hayaki overhears my uncle's words.

"... ok. Bye."

That's what my uncle tells me, and Hayaki thinks.

Sure, it's a little early for lunch now, and it'll be just fine for something to eat.

Come to think of it, Hayashi doesn't really know his uncle's cooking skills.

According to Grandma Calendar, she seems to have the skill of "as good as Daiki," but she is not familiar with her grandfather.

(Anyway, it would be nice to have something that shows my uncle's skill. If so......)

Think about what you ask for, Hayaki decides what to ask for.

"Hamburg, please. And rice."

Western staple. Finally, it is also a dish with quite a difference in arms.

"Okay. What about the sauce?

Apparently, this store also offers some choice of sauce.

"Er... can you grate in Japanese style?

"Oh, is it okay to let Zisu in?

"Yes, please"

That's what they say, and Hayashi answers the source of his favorite sauce at once.

"Yes. Your order has been accepted. Please wait."

Responding with a few condescending words to the order, my uncle returns to the kitchen.

"Well, take your time. Uh, Hayashi-sama."

After I see that, the waitress-like girl also lowers her head with a pepper and goes to pick up orders from Patapata and the other customers.

(Still, you have a lot of unusual customers, here)

Hayaki looks over the store again, who could afford it with the two of them gone.

It's old, but it seems to be well cleaned, and the guests gathering inside the calm atmosphere look odd to Hayaki's eyes.

(I'm talking in Japanese, but I'm just a non-Japanese person, and I wonder where you buy those clothes)

One eats dishes indifferently, and the other talks with other guests who seem familiar.

It's not uncommon here to be a restaurant in and of itself, but what a strange thing to look at when a Japanese separated face and an outfit guest are talking in Japanese.

(Grandma Calendar said, 'It's a little different, but it's a good store, so it's okay'...)

When I'm a little anxious over the lemon water the waitress brought me earlier about what the hell kind of store it is, the dish I asked for comes.

"Thank you for waiting. Japanese-style grated hamburger."

The aroma of fragrant meat roasts over the carpet and iron plate, striking Hayaki's stomach directly.

On top of it hangs a large root grated sauce mixed with chopped purple suede leaves, which makes the sound of getting hungry all the time on a hot iron plate.

The accompaniment is a sautéed sautéed fries and a classic named Carrot Grasse.

Placed right around the corner, rice and miso soup set up hot air to stimulate Hayaki's appetite.

"Well, take your time... I think I can make some time when I'm done baking omelettes, so just give me a minute"

To say so, my uncle goes back to the kitchen again.

(omelette?... well)

I guess there are store conditions.

So cut it off, Hayaki takes the chopsticks quickly and all the time, hands together.

"I'll have it."

My friend laughs at me as weird, but I don't feel comfortable until I say it somehow, so I say it right, and then I stretch out my chopsticks all the time quickly.

I have to eat the dishes I get made when they are delicious.

That's what Grandma Calendar taught me, who baked a lot of care on behalf of her busy parents.

In fact, only the food was a tease, Grandma Calendar said, and Hayashi's cooking even failed to eat properly.

... and then it also helped to raise my cooking arm to make sure it didn't work.

I loved eating to that, as much as making it.

"Ah, soft..."

First off, it's where the sauce isn't on.

With that in mind, Hayaki gently gives the chopsticks to the hamburger.

So I expect Hayashi to feel the applied chopsticks sink into a soothingly thick hamburger.

Hamburg was soft. It wasn't the sticky softness of the raw burnt mince, it was the softness that put it right through the fire.

(... yeah. The fire is coming through.)

While convinced to see the gravy-overflowing cross section stained firmly grey by cutting, carry it to your mouth.

(... Ah, yum)

Pork, beef, salt and pepper.

Probably made from very common ingredients, the hamburger was delicious.

Simply the taste of meat and gravy is felt, leaving the texture of the meat slightly coarsely ground.

No novelty, but polite work.

I like Hayaki for its flavour.

(Yeah. Decent rice and snacks)

I convince myself to take a bite of rice and miso juice while the meat lingers.

Freshly cooked is the fate of the store, but the rice eaten is plump.

The rice grains have never been crushed, and they are not sticky.

The miso soup also made me feel that I was taking stock from bonito and kelp properly, and the utensils were never overcooked.

(That's a serious job, yeah)

Hayaki, who cooked herself and even used part of her living expenses to eat and walk since college, liked Western catfish.

I liked it when I came as a customer and it was a delicious place to come and eat once in a while.

(Well, next...)

Other dishes look delicious here, and should I come and eat as a guest next time?

While I think about that. Now I eat plenty of sauce on a hamburger cut into bite-sized pieces.

The drained radish grate has a slight spiciness and bitterness if chewed up, which adds to the pong vinegar, which has a refreshing acidity and saltiness of soy sauce.

The flavour is strong, and the stock is probably mixed a little.

And a thick hamburger with a refreshing flavor of purple su drifting slightly in my mouth enters my mouth neatly.

(Yeah. You should eat this with rice)

Cut the meat with chopsticks and eat the rice, drink miso soup and head back to Hamburg again.

Forget about the idea of working here and the odd guests of this store only at this time, Hayaki becomes one guest and enjoys the food in front of him.

"Excuse me. Can I take your place here for dinner?

"Yes. It's okay. Rice, bread and soup are free instead here. Would you like to join me in replacing your soup?"

"Yes, please"

I nodded to the waitress, smiled and returned the dish, and I think Hayaki brought it right away.

- Yeah. I like it here. Leave it at my uncle's, or something like that, and if you want to work, I'd like to say this.

Hayaki decides secretly while enjoying the leftover hamburger with miso soup instead of the rice that eventually arrives.

The cook who brushes his own arm, he tries to make it here.

... then it was a few minutes after that that that Hayaki screamed at the guests who came for 'Omelette' at lunch.

Nonetheless, that was the day Hayashi became a new employee and at the same time learned about the different world canteens.