468 - - Episode 466 The Endless Cute Rotating Table

Private room system proposed by Mr. Torque. One of the rooms turned out to be a Chinese restaurant. What we had talked about without thinking in our chats became a reality in front of our eyes. The surprise was successful in the sense of surprising the guests, but it is doubtful if the restaurant can handle it.

"Come on, don't just stand there, sit down. I'll bring you your food, just wait a minute."

Perhaps feeling good about the success of the surprise, Mr. Toruku left the private room in a good mood. Well, I guess it's all right if Mr. Toruku is satisfied. Maybe .......

I'm sure there are feelings of guilt, cultural apologeticism, and other indescribable emotions in my heart, but I've done my share of cultural aggression in the past with cooking and whatnot. I don't care.

I'm in the mood to calm down for now, so I'll just sit and wait like Mr. Torque said.

"So this private room was built on the advice of the master. It's a strange atmosphere, but I think it's nice.

"Uh-huh, thank you?"

When I take my seat, Sarah smiles and compliments me on ......, but I wonder if I should take this in stride.　It's hard to say, because Sarah could be a social call.

"Master, I think the red one is cool too!"

"Well, thank you."

Marco also compliments me, but I take his compliments in stride. I think the red one just touches my heartstrings, but it's a childishly honest comment, so I don't have to read too much into it, which helps.

"Master, why are you turning the table?　Does it work in the dining room at home?"

Hmmm, Gina seems to be very interested in the turntable. She is a good family girl even away from home. How did she grow up to be such a good girl when her father and brother are kind of dangerous people?　I wonder.

Oops, I should answer Gina's question instead of worrying about something that seems to have no answer. As a genie, it's hard for me to be a master, so I'd like to earn some points at a time like this.

But I don't have much to say to her.

"I'm not sure if this table is suitable for Gina's dining room, but this table is for a restaurant with a lot of dishes, and this is how you use it.

He takes a cup from his magic bag, places it on the swivel table, and rotates the table to bring it in front of Gina, who is sitting opposite him.

"Whoa, that's fun!" "Cue cue!" "Great!" "Coo!" I love it!""""" ......""""Ho"""poo""wah!""

"Uh, Master?　It's kind of like a table in front of me: ......"

"Yeah. It's like I've struck a chord with Belle and the others, and they're all gathered around the table."

Not only the belles but also Fukuchan and the others are gathered, so even though it's a large table, it's quite crowded.

I might scold them for their bad manners, but they are too cute to say so.

"I see. I see. It's funny, isn't it? ...... Well, I guess a home dining room is not the best place for it since there's not a lot of food. Thank you, master."　

Gina seems to have seen the need for a turntable with aplomb. Gina's dining room is, for lack of a better word, a poor man's dining room. There is no need for a revolving table. The problem is the little ones looking at me with their sparkling eyes.

I'm sure they want me to turn the tables, but that's no different than a child who sees a revolving table for the first time and gets a kick out of turning it.

Gina and the kids can feel the presence of the spirits, so they will understand what's going on. ...... Still, I don't want them to see their uncle playing with the table. It's not cool.

"Turn it!"

Yes, I'll turn it. The rotary table spins around and around at the request of Bell. Hmmm... I heard the furniture craftsmen had a hard time making it work, but it moves smoothly without any snagging. You can feel the pride of the craftsman in his work.

And then, as the table spins, a little girl, a little dolphin, a little boy, a little fox, a little girl, a little slime, a little owl, a little uribo, a little owl, a little puppy, a little slime, endless cuteness.

For a moment, I thought of a merry-go-round, but considering how densely packed it is, I think a conveyor belt sushi restaurant is the right choice. If there were such a sushi restaurant in Japan, it would be packed with people. ...... No, it's a police matter when there are Belle, Tulu, and Flare in a row. Loli-shota would be swarming.

"Belle and Fuchu are so excited, you guys should pass them around. If you treat them too roughly, they'll break, so be gentle.

At my words, Gina, Sara, Marco and Kikka reach out their hands and begin to turn the table.

The picture looks terrible if I'm the only one turning the table, so I get my disciples involved. This will preserve the dignity of my accomplice, my master.

"Master! Is Mame happy too?"

Kikka smiles and asks me if I enjoy turning the table.

"Yes, I'm happy. It's hard to tell FUKU-chan and Mame-chan from each other since they are spinning, but they are both happy, I'm sure of it.

If this is not fun, I feel sorry for Kikka, who is supplying the magic power, because she is using her magic power to pull the table around.

As I and all the students were turning the table, the door to the private room opened with a bang.

"What's the matter Yuta, a grown man shouldn't be playing at the table. Isn't it your duty to rebuke your disciples?

Haha, Yuta's brother got angry too. But that's funny, isn't it?

Martha, who had brought the food to the restaurant, looks stunned and makes a good argument. Then Kark-kun, who popped up from behind me, sympathized with me.

I'm feeling a little embarrassed.

"...... is checking the performance."

"I see. Then you'd better finish your performance checks. I can't put the food on the table."

My bitter excuses are easily swept away, and I stop the spinning table with suppressed sadness. At the same time, Bell and the other guests leave the table looking a little disappointed, and Martha and Mr. Kark set out the food and drinks.

The dishes are arranged on large plates to take advantage of the revolving table, but many of them are dishes that are usually served in the cafeteria, so there is nothing new to be found. The pasta has not arrived yet, and the real show will probably come later. There is no reason why Mr. Toruku would not try to compete with new dishes at a time like this.

"Torque will still bring the food, so you can report the results of the performance check then. Don't play too much."

"Be careful not to spin it too fast with the food on it, or it will spill."

Martha and Mr. Kark put the dishes on the table and left. Judging from Mr. Kark's tone of voice, the boy must be playing with the turntable quite a bit. And I guess he is very angry with me. Well, it doesn't matter. Now I have to check something.

"Sylphie. Didn't I ask you to tell me when people are coming?"

"Yes, you asked me to let you know if anyone comes over while Bell and the others are eating their food. Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.

The Great Spirit of the Wind replied with a contract loophole argument. He had no expression on his face, but I could tell he was having a great time. It was definitely intentional.

"Sylphie. I think you could be a little more flexible, don't you?"

"As long as it doesn't cause any major problems, I'll take the fun one. Also, Yuta, you have an apprentice, you should be able to take responsibility for your words."

Well, I guess the first half is also true, but the second half is a warning?　I don't know, I've been feeling a little out of it lately, and I need to tighten up a bit.

Just as I'm getting myself together in a strange way, the door opens and Mr. Toruku and the others come in. It seems that the main course has arrived.

"First of all, here is the pasta you requested. And this is the new one that Yuta taught me. Try it."

First, the requested pile of mushroom pasta is placed on the table. It is a simple pasta with a variety of mushrooms, but no other innovations seem to be apparent. But it is strangely delicious and addictive.

Next on the menu are the dumplings. It is said that in China, where dumplings are made, but as a Japanese, I prefer grilled dumplings. It is wonderful that they are made with wings.

But, well, the dumplings are as expected. When I talked about the interior of the Chinese restaurant, I naturally talked about Chinese food and was eagerly asked questions, so I knew that dumplings would appear sooner or later.

I thought that the conversation turned to Chinese food and I had not heard anything about the interior, so I was astonished when I saw the private room.

But the dumplings. I'm looking forward to it even if I expected it. They're good, aren't they? I love them so much I feel like I could go on and on eating them.

I feel a little strange to see gyoza lined up in the middle of Western-style food, but it's a different world, so I don't mind.

"Yuta. Try the gyoza first. I think the taste is well put together, but I'd like to hear what you think of the real thing."

Mr. Toruku speaks to me with a serious face. He is confident of the taste, but he must have some concerns because he made this dish only based on what he heard. If that's the case, as the person in charge of telling him the story, I have to give him a good evaluation.

I understand."

I nod at Mr. Torque with a serious face and pick up my fork. I'd like to eat the dumplings with chopsticks, but, well, I'll get my own chopsticks later.

When I stick the fork into the dumpling, I feel the crispy texture. It is a promising feeling.

"How is the seasoning?"

"Hmm?　I've put enough flavor on the ingredients, okay?　Well, salt."

You didn't mention seasonings. I'm more of a vinegar and soy sauce and raayu (Chinese chili oil) guy for gyoza, but I'll give it a shot in paradise. That's where the finished soy sauce comes in.

I nod to Mr. Toruku and bite into a gyoza while everyone watches me. The skin is thicker than I expected. Not as thick as the skin of sui-gyoza, but twice as thick as that of Japanese yaki-gyoza. But the contrast of the texture between the crispy and burnt side of the skin and the moist side is wonderful.

Mmmm..."

As my teeth break through the skin, the aroma of garlic explodes in my mouth. There's so much garlic in this that I'm worried about my bad breath tomorrow. In Japan, I would only be afraid to eat this dish the day before I shut myself in.

After the aroma of garlic lays over the inside of your mouth, the delicious taste of pork oil spreads. The rich flavor of the oak meat is not overpowered by the garlic aroma. Then, chives and ginger are added to it.

The strong vegetable and meat filling are mixed together, and wrapped in a crispy wheat crust with a clear taste. The strong flavor of the red bean paste is probably the reason for the thickness of the skin.

I taught some dumplings with cabbage and Chinese cabbage, and some less stimulating dumplings, but this garlic-enriched dumpling ...... is unquestionably delicious, just like Toruku, who loves garlic.

They are delicious ...... without any complaints, but can I tell it as it is?

They added an inn to the building so that the wealthy can come and eat there, right?

Isn't there something wrong with the direction?　Bad breath?　I don't give a d*mn!　It's that kind of food for Han Chinese. .......

What about female customers?