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

Dwarf Kingdom.

It is a country located in the center of the continent, and it is an important country that has the national territory to sweep the basement of the Dragon King Mountain where the dragons live.

If it's such an important country, it's likely to receive aggression from various countries, but the Dwarf of the people at the time says, "Oh, my God! Are you going to take it away from us?" and no country has yet succeeded in dominating because of the outrage.

Conversely, I am not very interested outside, so I can also say a grateful country that is in an important position but protects neutrality.

"That's why I made tempura"

"I don't know why."

Now, Mr. Jouzou, who is such a cook in the Dwarf kingdom, is still somewhat lost in worrying about what to serve to the greats of each country.

Mr. Burra feels scared, too. But in a way, it's normal driving.

"Fried food? Looks like Fry's not the same again."

"Clothes are eggs and flour, right? It can be applied to a variety of things, and it looks beautiful, so I think it would be nice."

Although the origins of tempura are theoretical, the name tempura is assumed to have existed around the seventeenth century.

But because there are so many subspecies of fried dishes wrapped in clothes, when people ask me, "Well, how far is the tempura?" I can only say, "I don't know… there is…".

By the way, the cooking method is to use hot oil. So Edo says, "It's going to be a fire. Weight yourself!?" and banned Tempura, but Tokugawa-san's authority had fallen from the way down, so it was beautifully ignored.

Jia Kang, who supposedly died from tempura, is also a hot cock pumpkin circle.

- Chillin chillin.

"Oh, you look like a customer."

"That's unusual. At a time like this......?

When the entrance bell turned and the two of them turned around, there was a splendid white bearded grandfather there reminiscent of Santa Claus.

"Oh! Aren't you Mr. Lars!

"Hey, it's been a long time, Juzou. We're here as promised."

Apparently, your grandfather knew Mr. Jouzou. Walk through the short legs characteristic of the dwarf by moving them accordingly.

"……… eh? Oh, you know him?

"Yes, when I was just in this world and I didn't know my right or my left, I got help where I was in distress."

"No, no, no. I was very helpful in that matter. If you think you've got salted meat for preservation, you'll turn it into an excellent soup."

When I hear salted meat, some fantasy lovers are going to get tense, but it's not a metaphor. Seriously, it's like a chunk of salt, so it's probably not something they could have eaten if it wasn't made into soup.

I've never waited for high blood pressure to cut and eat with a knife or anything.

"That's the edge and I've been with you for a while, and you told me that if I was going to open a restaurant, I'd like the Dwarf Kingdom. At first, with all due respect, I thought it might be difficult, but I was surprised at how many ingredients really came together."

"Ho. That's right. That's right. Because we love to eat."

Mr. Lars leaks a laugh like a laugh when Mr. Jouzou praises his country.

It's called the artisans' cohesion, and Dwarf may be compatible with the outgoing Japanese.

"I heard rumors of the wind that Jouzou had opened the store, but I was too busy to come inside. It seems to be thriving."

"Thanks to you. Yes. So tempura anyway... try this too, Mr. Lars."

"What? It's fried food I've never seen before."

Mr. Lars sits at the counter and rubs the skin of his hardened palm with a giggle.

Next to it, Mr. Burra sits nervously for some reason.

"Tane is shrimp and scallops. And then I gave the eggplant lotus root, shiitake mushrooms and vegetables of all sorts. Salt it if you like."

"Ho. It looks delicious."

Mr. Lars, who can see the many tempuras put out in front of him and break his face.

By the way, people who don't usually use salt for tempura are going to stick to the salt as it is, but picking the salt with their fingers is the right thing to do.

But when I mention that, I don't think I need to think about it that deep unless it's even a conceited store, because depending on the type, that tempura and others should be cut into bite sizes with chopsticks without chewing them off.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho. And I'm soft."

"True. It looks simple, but it tastes good."

Mr. Lars and Mr. Burra cheek as they let the fever escape.

I rarely get the feeling that I want more meat. Seems like you cared so much.

"I'm still making it, do you want to eat it? Tempura is best freshly fried."

"Yeah, yeah. Please."

"Me too, please."

Mr. Lars and Mr. Burra say as they throw one tempura after another into their mouths.

We ended up eating together as it were, and all the tempura that had ten servings for the Japanese fit into the stomachs of both of us.

"Hmm. No, I ate it a long time ago. I'm getting old and I can't eat my stomach, but I can't eat as many dishes as I want because they're delicious."

"It's a bad idea. But are you okay? Because it's oil, I think that's what makes me stomach."

"It's okay, it's okay. It's only since the eighth."

Mr. Jouzou wars when he hears it's only eight minutes after eating all that.

How much leeway do the usual Dwarf customers leave?

"Then it's time to spare time. Your money..."

"It's a prototype dish, so you can pay for it."

"Is that okay with you? But it's bad to just eat that."

"So this is what you owe me for your help. So what do you say, Chara?

"…… ho. Isn't that a little cunning?"

I give it back to Mr. Lars, who laughs like he's in trouble for saying so, and Mr. Jouzou, who laughs.

"I'm finally grateful."

"Oh, boy. Then the next time you're here, I'll pay you a lot of money, so be prepared."

"Yes, I'll be waiting for you"

When I turned my heel back, I left the store, Mr. Lars.

"Oh, yeah. A meeting about Japan as an example. They're going to do it at our (Dwarf Kingdom), so you can't take the trip."

"……… Yes?

"So long."

- When I suddenly turned around and said that, I went without even hearing back.

"... why Mr. Lars?

"Ha. I knew you didn't know that."

"Yes?"

He was a confused Mr. Jouzou, but when he sees that, he says as if Mr. Burra, who had grown up like the cat he had ever borrowed, was frightened.

"That guy's name is Larsviz. It's our king."

"……… Yes?

Mr. Jouzou rounded his eyes when he was told the exact facts.

If I thought Mr. Zhuzou could have belonged to the Dwarf kingdom somewhat lightly, he seemed to have gained the strongest back shield before I knew it.

"... why is the king traveling alone!?

"Because it's a dwarf."

Irrational reason poked into an irrational clinging to reality.

The other world is still peaceful today.