The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

It was one day.

"Is that...?

The usual, seven-day doyo day.

Different World Dining Room...... Standing in front of the door leading to Yoshok's Nekoya, Aletta noticed that the door was looking just a little different and slapped her neck.

"Uh, this... maybe the letters of our world, right?

The sign of the cat's painting, which was hung on a well-polished black door, had letters written on it.

That can't be read by Aletta, who's not educated enough to read the letters, but it's not the store owner's world letter that says' Yoshok's Nekoya '.

If I lived in the Wang capital, I would just not be able to read it. It's about as recognizable, it was definitely Eastern Chinese.

"What the hell is going on?

Knock at the door with your neck hanging from a different sign than before.

The door opens with a chillin 'chillin' and a light noise.

"Oh, good morning."

The shopkeeper greets Aletta with a smile, who was largely aware of her time to visit.

"Good morning... you know, it's a door sign..."

After returning the greeting to the shopkeeper, Aletta asks the shopkeeper what he was concerned about.

"Oh, I was just wondering."

Aletta is never a retarded daughter just because she's uneducated. I guess I knew they'd ask me about the special orders I hung on the door, only for Saturday.

The shopkeeper nodded one and returned the answer.

"Look, you've got a regular grandfather who's always here, right? I briefly taught that guy to write and try to write in the language of Aletta's world. It says," Neko from different worlds. "

Then the shopkeeper looks into a pocket with a gold key.

The key, entrusted to me by the store owner's grandmother, is a master key that pairs this store with a bell that connects different worlds.

It seems to be a substitute for being able to 'end a different world dining room' where shopkeepers can disconnect with different worlds if they care about it.

When I first received it, even the key I received as a spare when I succeeded to this store could be opened and closed normally. I didn't really feel it, but over time, I felt it.

The cat that my predecessors started and have been protecting for more than sixty years has been completely ceded to me and has become my shop.

Then I remember the words my niece told me.

- This shop is more of a Western restaurant than anything else.

The shopkeeper could not argue with the words.

Surely now I'm thinking, "What kind of Western food are you from outside of Japan? 'That's the theory,

He was born and raised on a continent, not Japan. My grandfather was fine with what he thought was delicious, and he put it on the menu.

Grandma originally seemed to be a 'person from the other world' from the story Grandpa said.

And I was raised by such a grandfather and grandmother. I also liked anything for good food and was more of a store for anything than a western restaurant who liked to make it.

"It's easier to get in there with words you can still read than with signs written in words you don't know the division for the rest of us, right? But even beyond, it looks like a crack and a suspicious door."

I'm not going to deny the way my predecessors did the other side, where I kept having the separation to say I was.

This is how they hire employees from different worlds to interact with each other.

Then for a little while, you should be able to walk over here.

"Well, that's why, from now on, it's only for Saturdays, but it's going to be 'Neko from different worlds', so say hello."

"Yes! I get it"

Aletta responded clearly to the store owner's words, and the catfish from different worlds of cuisine began.