The Too Many Summonings from Japan Have Caused the Goddess to Flip Out

- Pampered.

……

Autumn morning when the sun is rising late.

As Mr. Elte was walking down the hallway trying to get herself in the bathroom, he heard a blow to his hand from the sitting area.

"Mr. Rimbell and...... Mr. Natan?

If you're curious and take a peek, there's a dark elf and a clergyman there who stretches his spine and gives thanks in a beautiful position.

It's a pair that doesn't look spectacularly good in the sitting area. They're going to say it's natural that they don't look good because they're different worlds, but even the same different worlds should look good on Mr. Yayoi or something.

Mainly cottonseeds and stuff.

"I'm not supposed to be late!?

Although I wondered what I was doing, I haven't wasted a minute or so of my time in the morning of Mr. Elte, an active junior high school student.

Everything is futon bad.

"Oh, you mean the shrine."

And the time changed and after dinner.

Erte, concerned about Mr. Limbell's morning behavior, asked Anda-kun about his father.

As I ask Anda-kun without asking them, they seem to be gradually losing their reluctance and sweetening.

"That's like a small shrine. Few people will be aware of it, but I'm guessing most homes have it."

Because of this, there is also a shrine in the author's house, but it may be only recently that I learned that it is almost certainly Amateras-like in every household that is worshipped on that shrine.

Needless to say, I rushed to the shrine to give two compliments and a round of applause. It's probably a hallucination that Master Amateras was thumbing up with a good smile across the shrine.

"Then Master Amateras is really watching us all."

"Right. Mr. Erte should come if you have time. Because it's second to none, so long as it feels good."

"Yes, I'll try it tomorrow."

Almost a parent and child laughing at each other.

Japan is still at peace today.

"Bye shopkeeper! They were delicious today too!

"Yes, we look forward to seeing you again"

A cafeteria with a dwarf kingdom.

Dropping off the last guest of the noon rush is Japanese-style cook Jouzou.

"Amount to eat, too, but I knew you consumed a lot of booze. Drinking like water, why doesn't anyone get drunk?"

I'm Mr. Jouzou, who looks at the Dwarves' diet and drinking and tells them to be troubled, but there's a grin on his face.

Whatever it is, it's the reward above all for Mr. Jouzou that the customer will eat it looking delicious.

- Chillin 'chillin'.

"Hmm? Welcome!

The bell placed on the store door rings and Mr. Jouzou gives a voice with his face out of the kitchen.

It is unusual to say that lunch time has passed already. Ahead of looking at him with that in mind, there is one small, but taller figure with a travel coat to his head than Dwarf.

"Ah... excuse me. Were you closed?

"No. I'm in good business. Table seats have not been cleared yet, please go to the counter"

"Ah, Yes."

A guest who listens to Mr. Jouzou and shows how upset he is.

Seeing the customer take off his coat, however, Mr. Jouzou took his breath unknowingly.

"…… Japanese?

Dark hair. If that's all, I see it in different worlds, but I don't see the color of my eyes and skin in different worlds, but that's what I was used to seeing in my hometown.

And seeing Mr. Jouzou react like that, he smiles as if the guests are relieved.

"I knew you were Japanese, too. My name is Asahi Rinegawa. I am now taking care of the Kingdom of Gardia in the south."

"... My name is Soo Joo-zoo. No, I heard about the Japanese being here, but I didn't expect to see you."

The customer who came was just a beautiful queen.

Sometimes they are older Japanese, or they wear cats brilliantly. If the king sees it, he must laugh off.

"I'm embarrassed to hear that there are Japanese cooks in the Dwarf Kingdom. I was wondering if I could meet the taste of my hometown here."

"I see. So your order is' Hometown Cooking ', right?

Mr. Jouzou smiles bitterly back at Asahi, who says he really looks embarrassed that he doesn't like what he thinks he is eating.

"Please wait a moment"

Saying so, Mr. Jouzou thinks as he heads to the kitchen.

Well, I was wondering what kind of food we should serve.

"Thank you for waiting."

"This is……"

The dish that came out after a while. Seeing that, Mr. Asahi turns his eyes round as surprised.

"Miso soup!? Was there miso here?!?

"Yeah. It seems to be common in a country called Homla, and I asked my customer merchant to get it. Most importantly, this place is mainly eaten as a freak, and miso soup is not very popular."

As surprising as it may be, miso is a fairly luxurious product, and it may have been used as miso soup since around the Kamakura period, when Wujia society developed.

After homemade miso was made, the movement accelerated, and gradually it became commonplace for miso soup to be consumed in each household.

"Besides, this is like Thai rice."

"Looks like this rice is close to indica rice. Thai rice is definitely classified as indica rice."

Asahi looks a little disgusted when he sees the rice arranged next to miso soup. Guess why. Mr. Jouzou laughs bitterly, too.

When rice was once scarce, it was Thai rice that was imported in bulk instead of Japanese rice. But unlike traditional Japanese rice, Thai rice has a bad reputation, and many people should have the perception that Thai rice = unsavory.

But there is also a misunderstanding about that.

"Well, try to eat it because you think you've been fooled. I also have eggs and soy sauce."

"…… Then excuse me."

Asahi follows Mr. Jouzou's words and sprinkles raw eggs and soy sauce for dinner.

For this reason, egg-wrapped rice is something you can do because it is a well-sanitized Japan, and be careful because when you do it in a foreign country, the salmonella bacteria and the like will not become seriously spicy for you.

I can't believe I cracked raw eggs all over the jock and drank them. I mean, how can you drink that stuff?

"…… What is this!?

"How about that. It's not the same as Japanese rice, but it would be delicious."

Asahi eats a bite of rice with eggs and soy sauce and opens his eyes.

Thai rice is thought by the Japanese to be unsavory, but one of the reasons for this can be because the exact method of cooking was not communicated.

Thai rice is steamed after boiling in large quantities of water, but many people cooked it in a cooker just like Japanese rice. Yesterday, the right cooking methods are also becoming known, and voices are being raised to reassess Thai rice.

If you all get a chance to get Thai rice, make sure you do it the right way.

"And miso soup... Oh, I miss it. I didn't even drink it that often when I was in Japan."

Even though I am not usually aware of it, I would like to drink miso soup for some reason if I go to a foreign country. Japanese genes may no longer be deeply engraved with miso soup.

"Are you satisfied?

"……… Yes"

I ended up switching the rice and miso soup twice, and Mr. Asahi finally stopped the chopsticks.

The usual Buddha top surface is a full smile as if it were a lie. If the King were here, Mr. Jouzou's life would be at risk because of his jealousy.

"This time, Japanese dishes have become the quintessence, but western foods can handle even a little bit of this. Next time you come, don't hesitate."

"Yes, I will definitely come back."

I assure you so, Mr. Asahi, who leaves the store smiling.

Dropping that off with a smile too, Mr. Jouzou breathed a little out of his mind.

"……… did the queen not have any egg-wrapped rice? But I'm Japanese."

Mr. Asahi of the Kingdom of Gardia.

That word alone was actually Mr. Jouzou, who was wondering who Mr. Asahi was.

The other world is still peaceful today.