Transition to Another World, Landmines Included

Nao and Hulka went out on a date.

- It wasn't. I went out searching for Evening and that month.

"Phew..."

Indoors where I haven't been alone in a long time, I open the window and roll to bed feeling the slow-flowing air.

I don't feel comfortable with the Naos, but being with them all the time is still a little tiring.

They may be unconscious, but when they catch a flirt in a subtle, natural way, they have trouble finding a place for their eyes. Even if it's me.

"Go on frequent dates too! Even for me! 'I just wanted to say, unfortunately, the problem is that we can't afford that kind of time right now.

"Thanks to you, I don't have to worry about bed tomorrow anymore."

Hulka's achievements in this regard are significant.

I can't afford it so much, but it's not enough to worry about one meal at a time.

The status quo is like that.

I soak up the sun slipping through the window and sleep slightly, shaking my tail loose.

Wolf sleeping fine in “Sleepy Bear”. Kupu.

A peaceful and luxurious time to think about such a pleasant thing.

But that time was also interrupted by the noise of protest played by my stomach, Guru.

"Mm-hmm, you're getting hungry. I didn't do anything."

Instead of being this body and greatly improving my physical abilities, I feel that my fuel consumption has gotten much worse.

If you have more muscle, you also consume more energy, which I guess is natural to say...... sounds like you definitely don't need a diet.

Conversely, if we run out of food, we're going to die soon.

"... in the meantime, do you want to go for a meal?"

Maybe the Hulkas won't come home.

When I wake up, I leave the room and head to the dining room.

Rather than being an inn, the impression of a local liquor store is relatively empty here during the day.

As usual, I lowered my back to the counter and spoke to Mr. Oyaji.

"Mr. Oyaji, bread and eggs, later... soup"

"There's still meat left, but do you want to put it on?

"Oh, seriously? Eat, eat!

Lucky for you! It tastes good even without meat, but it would still taste good if it did.

When I first stayed, I almost put up with the nostalgia, but now I have no reason to say no.

While enjoying the smell and sound of the meat being cooked, wait temporarily.

What came out was a cup of light salty soup and bread cut about three centimeters thick.

The size is about two turns larger than the bread, and the hardness is about a little softer baguette.

Thick-cut bacon-like meat occupies the top of the bread, and on top of it, there is a single eyeball grill.

No vegetables, but that doesn't matter.

I lift the bread carefully so that the fat that seeps out of the meat does not spill, opening my mouth wide and rubbing it luxuriously.

"Mm-hmm! Yummy!

Pretty meat fat and salty, and thick egg yellow.

That stains a little crusty bread, juicy in a good way, very tasty.

"- Hey!"

A lick of tararily dripping yellow.

The taste of the eyeball grill is only light salt, but is it the taste of the egg itself, or is that good enough?

Stick together big again and taste the bread and meat as well.

"This meat is still delicious."

"It's the meat you brought in."

"No, it is."

Pork meat we've been hunting lately.

The majority of them are sold as-is, but some of them were taken back to the inn and kept with Mr. Oyaji.

It is used to upgrade our meals and add to the cost of accommodation.

"But it wouldn't be so much if I just baked it. It's Mr. Oyaji's arm."

"Hmm."

Oyaji looks delightfully subtle, even as he sounds his nose without expression.

Haruka's skewers are delicious, but Oyaji's cuisine, which is laborious, is also delicious.

I guess there's some kind of secret down there.

This prickliness cannot be served by skewering.

"Well, it's not expensive. Mr. Oyaji's dishes are delicious, but why is the street food so unsavory?

Mr. Oyaji snorted in dissatisfaction at me for speaking pure doubt.

"Because they're amateurs, they are"

"Amateur? Even though we're doing a stall?

"The majority of those guys are retired adventurers. I didn't want to be a cook."

Ask me, as a job started by a retired adventurer due to injury, age, etc., stalls seem to be out of the question.

At least as far as this town is concerned.

The reason is simple.

They think 'to that extent they can do it themselves' based on the taste of the stalls they ate during their active life.

"Even if it's somewhat less expensive, I can make food if I have arms. But they don't have it. I'm halfway there. … that's all."

That's just good cooking, and I told the silent Mr. Oyaji that there's one thing to say about that area, which is unusual and long.

"Heh, I mean, should I avoid the stalls and put them in a regular dining room? For a delicious meal."

"No, you can't do that either. Some people save a little money in their active lives and set up stores."

"You can't! So there's no way to avoid unsavory rice..."

"Easy. You can eat at our place. That's all."

That's what Mr. Oyaji laughs at.

"Want some more? And the eggs are still there."

"Right......"

Luxury is the enemy.

But Nao and Hulka are on a date right now.

Equal, it can be a little extravagant.

"Okay. Mr. Oyaji, with the same addition. Put the eggs on, too!

Again, enjoying the smell of cooking while waiting, the same meat-filled bread appeared.

However, there are two eggs in the next bread.

When I glance at Mr. Oyaji, I nod one thing.

"I had enough of yesterday's. Service."

"Seriously? Lucky!"

I thought eggs lasted pretty long, even at room temperature, but they're a little different over here?

But if it's my stomach, as old as it is, it's nothing.

Is there any reason to complain about more delicious food?

Taste one as is peroli and the other as it is on the meat.

Me, I've never thought about eyeball grilling, loving it or disliking it, but this is a pretty good treat too in this one where there are few food variations.

"Not only is it yellow, but the white part is delicious as well, this"

"We are purchasing from a decent vendor."

"Oh, really?"

I don't know if the taste of white varies depending on the breeding method, but there is nothing wrong with it because it is delicious.

I pound my tongue drumming, feeling subtle disloyalty to a little luxury.

- In the evening, I don't even think about the constant (...) knowledge (...) stories (...) that Nao asks me when I come back.