7 Hometown Morning ① Dream of Living Day

That night, I had a dream.

I remember the day I joined the hunting club farm camp and ate a sissie pot.

That shishi pan was really delicious.

It was white miso tailored with enoki, shiitake, cabbage and carrots, beef belly and potatoes, etc., and I couldn't feel the smell at all like I had heard rumors.

It was so luxuriously thick, but the flesh was about softer than pork, and the fat wasn't persistent at all, and I could eat as much as I wanted.

The time of year is December. In the middle of the winter break.

I could fully realise that this is what a cold body warms up from the core.

Before the meal, we were allowed to judge boars.

I was nervous and excited because by then I had only had some experience judging chickens and ducks.

It's a very common feeling, but it made me recognise that this is what eating meat is all about.

Unfortunately, the bulky meat has to be left to age for a few days, so what I ate was the meat that my uncle from the hunting club had prepared in advance.

Still, it was delicious to die for.

At the camp for a three-day stay, on the night of the second day, my father and Lina came to visit me in formation.

Seeing my bulky boar, Lina and others were about to get anaemia, but I still ate the shishishi pan as much as I did. I don't know if it's hard or weak.

(Well, I never get a chance to judge Sissi meat in our store)

And my father was laughing.

(I would have liked to have some good meat.)

And Lina's one was laughing, too.

Maybe I would have laughed, too.

I was half-hearted at first when I wondered if farm camp was worth attending until I took three days off from the store. It was a very pleasant and meaningful three days.

"... Hey, get up"

When she bragged about judging the deer tomorrow, Lina was surprised to see her round eyes even rounded.

(Can you eat a deer? Isn't that a little pathetic?

(Why not? You've only been bitching boars, don't be unfair)

(Uh? Because boars, they're like pigs.)

Say, etc., and flutter your cheeks.

So I told him that would be unfair.

(You, have you ever seen a pig or a boar? One way or another, I think I look cuter on those guys than a deer.)

(Stop, stop! Mr. Pig won't be able to eat it!

I wanted to tell you that there is also a culture of meat that is more difficult for Japanese people to accept abroad, but I just feel sorry for them, so I stopped.

"... hey, how long are you going to be asleep. Get up!"

Shut up.

Yeah, and that shishi pan was really delicious.

Because it had a strong miso flavour, I also wanted to try a cooking method that allowed me to enjoy the flavour of the meat itself more.

Wouldn't it be great if I took a bull's bone marrow or something?

"I told you to stay here, but I'm not gonna let you waste your rice! Hey!"

Oh, I'm getting my shoulders roughly slammed.

Anyway, I probably like your strong meat.

I've only eaten sheep a few times and they tasted pretty good. I love the smell of meat and fat in the first place. I even think he was a carnivore in his previous life.

Tonkotsu soy sauce is also my favorite. Of course, I don't care about ramen, which is just greasy. Once I inherited the store, I was sneaking up on a plan to add tonkotsu ramen to the menu as an exclusive product.

"Hey... if you don't, you're gonna give me painful eyes?

Yeah, it smells like that.

Who said Giva stinks?

Hmm? No, what was a giva?

Anyway, it smells really good.

I just teased the sissi pan, but I'm starving again.

Dinner was scattered yesterday.

You have a scattered dinner or something rhyming.

Well, no.

Anyway, I'm hungry, so I'll have it.

Soft meat texture stimulates my teeth and tongue comfortably.

The next moment, a white spark exploded behind my eyes.

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"... that?

It took me a while to figure out what was going on.

Stimulates the nasal cavity, the smell of meat and spices.

Early morning sunshine from the window.

The feel of a messy fur.

Wooden walls and beamed ceilings.

Oh.

Yes, I revealed my first night in another world.

This is not my room. It is the house of Ai-Fa, a forest people.

It's that eye-fa that's making Jen royal in front of me right now.

With his left hand flat on his neck, dyeing his beautiful face bright red, and shaking his stripper's knife up against me, is the man who owes life to Ai-Fa.

"Hey... wait a minute! I wouldn't taste good if I ate, I guess!

At once I awoke and fell back to the wall behind me as I fell asleep.

The steel body is gleaming with a reflection of the morning sun.

Ey-Fa's right arm, who shook it up, was shaking with a puffiness as if it was overwhelming.

"... kill"

"So why not! How could you do such a noisy imitation in the morning..."

Or so, when I was crooked, the top of my head nodded with a zkin.

Hmm? Speaking of which, I feel like someone beat me up in my dreams.

"Oh, maybe you're the one who hit me? Hina. What the hell are you looking at hitting a sleeping human in the head?

"... ask your own chest"

Ai-Fa's face is stained with less or bright red of anger.

Same thing happened yesterday, but you have a low boiling point for being cool, this guy.

But on the other hand, I also don't think he's the mad one for no reason.

Have I made any coarse phases?

"Sorry. Did I do something? I can't remember anything from falling asleep. I apologize if I did something rude to you."

"............ did"

"Hmm?"

"Take me! I tried to eat it!

Probably the loudest twitch since we met, Ai-Fa turned back the knife with both hands.

Hidden with my left hand until now, on a smooth neck muscle - engraved with a neat, truly healthy tooth shape.

"Oh," I hit my hand.

"I remember. In my dreams, I was eating something. Well, you're pumping a delicious smell, so did I bite you by mistake?

"... kill"

"Wow, wait, wait! It was my fault! I'm so sorry! I apologize from the bottom of my heart! Please spare your life..."

"Weird!"

Thus the second day of life in the other world coincided with a truly noisy start.

As a blessing during my misfortune, let me add the fact that I never woke up to cannibalism, albeit in a cage.