A deep, white-dyed forest behind a deep mountain.
Covered in thick ice, by a fountain not close to a beast but a man, was built an urn.
Two ghosts with giant bodies and big horns, Tatsuji and Otra, dwelling in the small, albeit rooftop, garden.
The morning sun finally appeared out of the eastern mountains, reflecting the glittering snow light, the inscription, the two ghosts wrapped in fur sewn clothes all over their bodies appeared from the temple.
"Ooh. Sami no. Here."
I tremble one on the cold stabbing my body, and Tatsuji, one crack in a couple of ghosts, kneels.
"Oh, that's bad."
Tatsuji lightly carried up Otra, who bore a disappointing burden on his back, and walked out.
For both Tatsuji and Otra, who fall into a particularly strong category among ghosts, the most terrifying enemies are neither the beasts who live in the woods, nor the occasional samurai who attack and return the two without crusading.
Winter snow, where food disappears from the mountains, the beasts lose weight and taste bad, and even the waters freeze, making it difficult for the fountains to freeze up, is the most horrible thing for ghosts who live scattered all over the place in as many numbers as their families.
It is an enemy.
It is never uncommon to say that the ghost of war, who has lived alone in the mountains and left many travellers and samurai, falls ill during the winter when the road is closed with snow and becomes an unspeakable corpse in the spring.
The usual black door is the end of the way for the two of us to head with a dot of footprints.
"All right, get off."
"Yes, sir."
Unloading Otra three steps in front of the door, Tatsuji gently grabs the little handle and turns it around with his back.
When the chillin 'chillin' and the bell sounds and opens, the flutter, the smell of cooking and the warm air leak out, and the two of them turn back and knock at the door in a white breath.
"Ah, welcome"
"Wow. Here you go... Hey, there you are"
When the two knock at the door with a cancer, they greet the two with a smiling Aletta at a familiar condition and a dark-haired human daughter with a familiar mountain-style face who looked up at them and looked a little confused.
"I'm sorry about the morning. Let me warm you up a little bit."
It's cool when summer comes and warm when winter comes.
I don't know, but the comfortable dining room in every season was always a pleasure during the winter months, when it came to savoury meshi, and I couldn't even get out to Loch.
"Oops, as usual, lol properly...... no, no booze today. Eat meat for that. Rice for the comedy, please."
I tried to drink as usual, but looking next door Tatsuji decided to make it just mesh today.
"Well, I'll let you stay a little longer, but nice to meet you."
Lately, after Otra, who became all round, turned away and smiled with eyes to eyes with the two servants, surrounded the usual table and the two slipped back to the floor somewhat.
"Yes, please wait."
Aletta goes to the kitchen to tell the menu as usual to her usual order, and waits a lot as she hungries for it.
"Thank you for waiting. Roast chicken and rice."
If you wait that way, Aletta will bring you the roasted bird meat served full of a large plate and the rice from the comedy you made into a grip.
"Oops. Sorry."
"Thanks. Well, let's eat."
As they loosen their cheeks to a large plate placed on the table, the two quickly reach for the dish on the plate.
Despite the winter, I often chew the fat on the meat chopped from bone to bone and throw a still warm grip into my mouth.
I usually eat it to pour it in with alcohol called dark 'shiso', but the fat of the roasted chicken, which was cooked well and fell out, is still firmly left over, is slightly salty,
It also goes well with grilled rice that gets sweeter if it bites.
If you want to combine it with a tatsuji and otra and eat a meshi for three, the rice from the comedy stays better in your belly than the liquor, so this time the liquor is removed.
If I decided to eat it, this would have been satisfactory.
(... yeah hey, the magician jizzi said it before...)
In a warm, easy-to-spend room, eating a warm meal, Tatsuji looks at a guest who still drinks gold wine from another world in this store and remembers what he heard from that guest before.
- There are customers in this store who buy up the food 'per pot' and take it home.
Tell me about it.
After eating roasted chicken meat and rice and being completely bloated, Tatsuji called Aletta to 'place a new order'.
"... Huh? Cook per pot, is it?
Tatsuji nods loudly and replies to Aletta, who overheard him.
"Whoa. You can do it if you pay properly and grab me a pot the next time you're coming, right? So ask for a pan of delicious dishes that you can return and eat later."
"Uh, okay. I'll just check with the master."
Aletta returns to the kitchen once she realizes she is not joking from the serious face of the tatsuji she orders.
That's how waiting comes out the store owner,
"... I'm going to plant a new one now and it will take a lot of time, okay?
Oh, I don't care.
"It's warm here. I'd appreciate it if you could give me some time off."
To check with the store owner, they choose to snort firmly and wait.
"... ok. Well, it's cold weather, and let's just say I'm going to make some rice noodles."
Think about it, the store owner, who is new to ordering every pot outside of beef stew, thinks a little and decides on the menu.
"Whoa, I got this."
"You don't have to hurry. 'Cause I'll make you wait slowly."
"Yes, please wait."
The two shopkeepers nodded to the order and went back to the kitchen to serve the dish beside the other guests' dishes.
(Probably not eating as soon as I get home, I need to think about simmering it back...)
Would you be happy to fulfill it?
With that in mind, the shopkeeper went without resting his hands while doing other dishes.
"Well, thank you."
"Oops. Come back."
"Bye."
Aletta and Tatsuji and Otra were returning to the snowy woods as they were dropped off by a new service and heard the chillin 'chillin' bells.
"Ugh, it's cold in here after all"
"Why don't we just go back? If you stay out here, you'll freeze."
The sun had already risen higher, moderating somewhat colder than in the morning, but it was still extra cold because I was in a warm room until earlier.
Feeling that way, the two rush their way home.
"You smell good."
"Not at all. Azuko's dad used to rub it until the flavor stained, but he wants to eat it now."
Otra's embrace, if wrapped in this, would be difficult to cool, and when the flavor stained, it smelled slightly better from the pan wrapped in a large cloth.
"You want to eat here for a little while?
"Be patient. I'm hungry now. Let's eat when the sun goes down."
Talking about it, he goes back to the den early enough and goes inside.
Close the door securely so that the gap wind does not enter and heat the room by putting seed fire and charcoal on the back of the central enclosure.
All right, let's get some sleep.
"Right. I woke up early this morning, so I'm tired."
We shall have that conversation, wrapped in a futon made of tiger and bear fur sewn together, and take a nap until the sun sets.
I lost it so much that there was a snoring like a rock roaring in the room.
Evening.
Waking up, the two of them finally realize that the rice they've been wandering about is completely disappearing from their bellies, from either side, and start preparing to eat their rice.
Remove the large cloth that had been wrapped and place it on the ashes behind the furnace, taking care not to collapse the large pan of silver that came out.
Then pour the reddened charcoal around you and start to warm up.
Before long, the juice of the chilled rice noodles warms up and starts to smell good around.
"Whoa, let's eat fast"
"Not yet. Don't wait till you're well inside."
Otra lusts for chopsticks and chopsticks as she tries to reach out as soon as she starts to smell good.
"Damn, not yet..."
Tatsuji's cheeks loosen naturally, even though she complained in her mouth.
This is good.
I knew that before I ate it.
"Well, let's not eat then."
Make sure that the saucepan is ready and at the same time it starts to boil from inside the pan, and Otra takes the lid of the pan.
Fluffy, the smell of shoyu and boiled utensils spreads, and the belly of the tatsuji growls.
"Ooh! Come on, let me eat!
"Aye."
Really, other than when you're fighting beasts and samurai, Otra picks out some of the utensils to boil down to.
(This clear brown is awesome, right? This one has boiled eggs. This is some kind of meat dumpling... what's with this gray guy's and the guy with the hole?
One after the other with ingredients that seem to be partly unsure of the dishes of different worlds, the yellow pepper given by the owner is put on the end of the dish and handed over to Tatsuji.
"Oops. Then eat fast!
Tatsuji, who received the bamboo with one hand, just sticks out the meat dough chopsticks on his eyes.
Put the hot meat dough in your mouth and chew it down, and the hot juice containing the taste of the cucumber and chicken will flood out.
"Ahhh!...... but yum!
After letting the heat escape by exhaling in a cheeky breath at the heat of the juice coming out of the inside, he shouts out loud.
"That's true... this is so warm and I made a good purchase"
Looking at such a tatsuji, Otra, who drank shoyu tailored juice with plenty of dashi of the utensils she put inside, says it stings.
The Oodle dish seemed like a dish where various ingredients were just temporarily simmered, but the ingredients were ingenious, and the dashi coming out of the ingredients melted into the juice, making superb juice.
"Oh, how delicious of you. The delicious juice stains inside."
Raw, spicy, boiled, swollen belly, but only slightly bitter, with no excess flavor. Oh, but in this rice noodle, it was' turned into '.
I smoke plenty of superb juice and it breaks soft in my mouth.
When combined with spicy peppers, the flavor tightened and the flavor became as good as I could eat.
"If the juice is stained, this gray one is good too. Plump. I'm so sorry."
Otra is told by Tatsuji, who ate an unknown, mysterious piece of equipment cut into a gray triangle before Ooh.
There was something unusual about the appliance that seemed puffy and black in the gray.
It is a pull, soft but does not collapse, and when it is chewed a thousand times with teeth, it cuts puffy.
The cumbers and unusual sensations are well flooded with superb delicious juice.
I don't know, but I just knew it was delicious.
"Yeah, I can go with this... I can go with the one with this hole"
Apparently, devices like bamboo cylinders that didn't really understand the ingredients with the holes were better served with dashi.
A flavor that is darker than the amount dissolved in the juice comes out with a unique feel.
Apparently it tastes like some kind of meat but has never eaten it but it tastes delicious.
"Whoa, this egg is good later. Doesn't seem like a lot of them."
Tatsuji breaks the eggs in half with chopsticks and carries them to his mouth.
The white pully flavor and the yellow flavor inside, which crumbles, go well with the rice noodle juice.
Especially if you dissolve and drink the yellow body spilled in the rice noodle juice, the egg flavor will be added to the previous juice and the taste will change again.
"... I can't stand it anymore!
Tatsuji takes out the mess and the otra handmade turbid liquor, which has become scarce during the winter months, and begins to drink the rice noodles into the dishes.
"... well, sure. Thanks to me, too."
I'll drink with Tatsuji, rubbing my belly, even if it's just a little bit better.
The liquor that consumed the rice noodles was delicious, and the leftover liquor and rice noodles quickly disappeared into their bellies.
"Hmm. That was quick."
"Right. I knew it was delicious."
Drinking up to a drop of juice remaining and leaving the empty pan, the two lay down in pieces.
"Whoa, didn't it cost you a lot?
Laughing, Tatsuji lays her hands on Otra's belly and gently strokes her.
"You're an idiot. We're still ahead of us. Your mother said. It's been almost a year since I planted it."
Otra laughed a little when she remembered the old days.