900 Inn stopover ③ ~ Dinner ~

"So, is this about the main agenda? Let's have dinner and have an exchange of views."

About a minute after the rendezvous began, around sunset, Tapas said so.

The dining room also begins to attract the general public, already showing a small buzz. He had also arrived about half an hour earlier, as were Ai-Fa and Rudd-Lou, escorts on the way home.

"Let's hope that not only Kimmus's Tail Pavilion today, but also the folks at the woods side were responsible for preparing dinner. … so thank you"

"Yes, please wait a moment"

We're headed to the kitchen in a row.

There, Terrier-Mass, Levi, and Lars serve dishes for their guests. When we walked in, Levi laughed, "Hey."

"Good day. Are you finally having dinner?"

"Yeah. Levi's ramen is the last thing you need, right?

"Oh. Ramen needs to be eaten inside the hot. Even after Asta and the others cook, they won't be so inferior."

So it started with our prepared giva dish.

Pratica is seriously observing it to such an extent that it merely rewarms the dishes she keeps cooking. We were engaged in catering work, watched by Platica, Ai-Fa and Rudd-Lou like that.

"Thank you for waiting. Enjoy this dish first"

What we prepared were "Giva's Stewed Miso Square" and "Tarapa and Mallory Tailored Stew". The former was me and the latter was the dish devised by the Raina-Loux. Both were confident items that I was thinking about handling in the street in the near future.

"After this, the ramen and sweet treats of Kimmus's Tail Pavilion are discouraged, so I think that fills my stomach so well."

"Uhm. They're both wonderful because of the scent."

Naudis had a clammy face and had his big nose snapped.

When I say "Gibba's Stewed Miso Square," my beard melts away.

"This is delicious! It has an unbeatable taste even if it is made from tau oil! I wonder why Miso is so distracting."

"Haha. After all, I'm just using Jagal's tau beans, and Naudis is going to get so caught in the heart?

"Maybe it is. but for those of you who don't draw southern blood, let's say this is delicious?

A voice of endorsement was given to Naudis' call by tables everywhere.

There, he also rashes a slightly weak voice.

"In your stalls by the woods, these dishes are lined up all the time, aren't they? I'm starting to get a little nervous about how I can fathom our food."

Really, Lema-Gate said, "Hmm!," he snorted.

"If you're not sure, pull in! I'm sorry to have to let such a weak-hearted person pull my leg!

"But this is really delicious. How about a taste of Lema-Gate, too?

Giese at the next table smiled softly at Lema-Gate.

Rema-Gate flickers at you, peeling her eyes off a bit.

"You are so annoying! We don't handle Giva meat, so we don't need a taste of Giva food!

"Am I right? Tapas seem to have been carefully tasted, don't they?

Tapas, who was eating the dish with a serious face, smiled and then raised his face.

"As I have said before, I am responsible for spreading the flesh of Caron's torso to the city of Inn. Unfortunately, we can't afford Giva meat."

"Then you don't need to taste it."

"No, we have to fight Giva food without Giva meat. If you don't know the power of your enemies, it will be difficult to explore the path of victory."

That was a lot of noisy stuff with Tapas and the rest, but I'm sure he dared to choose words to move Lema-Gate's mind.

Did that work, Rema-Gate scorched the tabletop plate for a while before taking up the wooden spoon in the main.

A large mouth reminiscent of a whale makes only one giva meat shine in the shade of miso. Within chewing it, Lema-Gate's splendid eyebrows were harshly raised.

"What do you say? It tastes really good, doesn't it?

"So you're saying it's weird. Don't interrupt your taste."

When Lema-Gate grabbed the accompanying baked poitan, he began to tease "Giva's Braised Miso Square" with tremendous momentum.

Whatever it is, it will be a pleasure for Lema-Gate to eat our food.

"This dish, too, is a wonderful addition. Even our eastern customers will be very satisfied with this."

And now Nail comes up with a voice. They ate "Tarapa and Mallory Tailored Stew".

Since the end of last year or so, this will be the dish that Raina-Lou and the others have been drilling on. "Caron milk and mallow-tailored stew", which pairs with this, are already served in stalls, but this one is still seen as having room for improvement, and the drill has been overlaid for a long time.

It is in the eyes of this dish that Malor, similar to Ama shrimp, is used as a flavoring ingredient, while being harmonised as a stew full of giva meat. So it was brought out, as was the stew of caron milk, all kinds of vanilla. Rayna-Lu and the others were even poking around one point about how much vanilla was needed to reconcile the flavors of Tarapa, Mallory and Giva meat.

Ultimately chosen were two species responsible for spiciness in the curry, an irritation with a corn-like flavour, and Nahua, characterised by bitterness and blue odor.

Chit fruit also resembles a corn, but has a slightly different flavor than an ira. Using the part where you dare to use high-priced frustrations to create a unique flavor different from chit - the Raina-Lou and the others were encouraging the herb formula.

Originally, Tarapa is an ingredient that goes well with the spiciness of the corn system, but without allowing a compromise there, the Raina-Lou and the others were layering their drills with this. He was also impressed with the seafood dishes offered by Jan at the Count Dalaim's dinner party, and earned the method of hiding the bitter, blue-smelling Nahua.

Raina-Lou is also greedily absorbing the methods of others. The result is this dish. Sheila-Lou had hands with him, too, but he was sneaking up on me that way, saying it was almost Raina-Lou's idea when it came to this dish.

"I think this dish is really complete. I also use vanilla, so I'd love to hear what Varcus thinks."

"Yes, to be honest, I think the thought of not wanting to be disappointed by Varcus also swirls strongly in me"

After saying it that way, Raina-Lou looked back at Platica.

"What about Pratica? I'm glad Platica hasn't let me down either."

"Disappointment, the opposite is true. Me, the stall, the juice dish, two kinds, the mouth, I did, but this one, it's the best, I think."

Rudd-Lou, who was hanging out with the same dish, said, "Hmm?," he tilted his neck.

"Are you following the words? You were even talking about more yesterday?

"... probably because of the shock. Raina-Lou, cooking arm, I'm impressed."

Pratica admires Raina-Lou a lot.

Therefore, it should be said - Pratica was watching Rayna-Lew with a very sharp eye. I'm sure I'm going to be impressed with Raina-Lou's skill from the bottom of my mind.

"Thank you. It would be a great honor for you to say that to Pratica in a dish with lots of vanilla"

"... people by the woods, it's amazing. Forestside people, until two years ago, delicious food, didn't interest you, is it true?

"Yes, I, too, intended to be concerned with the combination of easy-to-eat ingredients… I knew I didn't put that much weight on the good and bad cooking until I met Asta"

"... Raina-Lou, age, how many?

"I should be the same age as Asta"

Pratica breathed all the time in response to Raina-Lou's reply.

"I'm relieved. Raina-Lou, if you were younger, I, confident, would have been smashed, I think."

Rayna-Luu smiled "well," and Lara-Luu cheerfully laughed "haha".

"Because I'm older than you, even Sister Raina is so determined. Finally, Zwei-Rutim is your age. Maybe Pratica will be relieved if I or Zwei-Rutim cook."

"Hum! Atashi's job is to account for copper coins, so I don't know how good he is at his job."

Zwei-Rutim is intrigued by two kinds of Giva dishes. Ai-Fa, who was similarly in the process of eating, looked around at the Platicas as they opened their eyes a lot.

"Is Pratica and Zwei-Rutim the same age"

"Yeah. I'm, like, only a year old, but hey."

"Well... what a strange comfort that is"

"Oh? If that's what you mean, it's kind of weird that Ai-Fa, Asta and Sister Raina are the same age."

"Hmm. From the perspective of others, is that what it is"

I-Fa seemed to convince me perfectly well, but I had been sparked by that curiosity. Indeed, it was odd that these three were of the same generation, and adding even Ray-Matua seemed so chaotic.

Pratica is an overwhelming adult. But I guess that's a great reason to be long and faceless, like the people of the east. Every height, at 165cm, was supposed to be a long category as a 13-year-old girl.

But three people, including Ray-Matua, are that childish - which is also honestly hard to nod. They all had different kinds of naivety, but at the same time seemed to have their own adulthood.

Lara-Luu seems to have a tougher mental ability than anyone else, and Zwei-Rutim excels in math and business acumen. Ray-Matua, the youngest, and a firm man who can divide large numbers of humans, so it's not just childish. Thinking of it that way, it seemed to me that the most adult Platica hid a more delicate and softer side than anyone else behind its genuine temper.

(Well, I'm not that temperamental about Platica either... Somewhere, you know, you get something like a craving for asylum)

Thinking of it that way, I was dazzled by the Platica of the day.

"... Asta, why, my face, pay attention?

"Oh, no, I'm a little confused"

"… the face of others, watching, should be filled with thoughts, refrain"

Platica is slightly dyeing her cheeks while maintaining her faceless expression. Do I feel delicate in these places?

Either way, as long as I'm sorry for the extra hard work I put on Pratica. One more apology, and then looking back at Ai-Fa - the beloved parent had a face that was grinning.

"Um, how about the miso dish I invented? I'm self-confident."

"Here, the food, it's amazing. Seasoning, excellent, sawdust, Giva meat charm, extra effort, brilliant."

And Pratica also happens to have regained interest in cooking.

"I personally prefer the juicy dishes of the Lew family, but that would be because of the presence of vanilla. This dish, giva meat, is extremely delicious, I think. I think it's one of the best Giva dishes I've ever had."

"Uh, Giva meat does taste good in any dish, but this guy could be extraordinary."

He even told me that way until Rudd-Lou, so I let him say "thank you".

"As Kamadoku's number by the woods, that's as honorable as it gets. Pratica, thank you."

"No. Thank you, I should say, this way. Me, since last night, impact, continuity."

Even around us, the owners of the inn collide with the culinary criticism. I hope your husbands are excited again.

Thereupon comes Terrier-Mass and Levi with a large basin.

"Thank you for waiting. This is the dish that Kimmus's Tail Pavilion is selling on the street."

Our food was expected to have been drained, and we brought in the next menu. From the tables everywhere, there was a twist that couldn't even be cheered.

"Kimmus's Tail Pavilion." What's your pride? I can't thank you enough for taking the time to prepare me for dinner. "

One of my husbands said it that way, and then he said, "Oh?," he frowned.

"But this guy... sounds like he smells different than the one he ate before. Could this guy..."

"He's got a wooden spoonful of Kerr's roots in him."

Laughing like a prank kid, Levi explained it that way.

"My dad and I broke our opinions on whether or not this guy would fit Ramen. I'd appreciate your input."

"What. You want us to be tasters? That's a lot of good talk about bugs."

"If you have a complaint, you don't have to eat it.... What a joke. I don't care if I like you guys or not. I'm trying to get customers to choose whether or not to put him in the stall."

"Hmm?" reacted Tapas.

"But Kerr's root is also an ingredient of considerable value, right? Are you thinking of changing your sales value by adding or not adding that?

"Oh. I'm thinking of getting a small cut for a customer who wants Kerr's roots. Also, I want you to prepare Meermoo as well as Kerr's roots and choose whatever you want."

Smaller divided coins were divided into four pieces of red copper coins, and my feeling was that they were worth about 50 yen. With a wooden spoon for one cup, Myrmu will of course be able to spare and take the root of Kerr.

"Are you thinking of adding ingredients to your customers' preferences… that's a lot of novelty"

"Oh. When I revealed the seed, I heard Asta was thinking about that kind of way. I'm worried about this one, too. It was so sweet that I had to work on it first."

Levi and Lars were worried about the flavoring of "Miso-tailored Kimmus Bone Ramen". It was Levi, who claimed that it would be better to have plenty of myrmu, and Lars, who argued that we should avoid using more highly aromatic myrmu, which completely divided our opinions. In the meantime, I revealed my idea of introducing afterhanging condiments into the stall, which led me to the end of the line.

"We're just going to grate Myrmu and Kerr's roots, so it's okay to stick to the customer's order. For the rest of it, you just have to use it in another dish.... Oh, you can eat it anyway. I can put Kerr's root in it, but if it cools down, it's ruined."

When Levi nodded like that, your husbands took up the broken wooden spoon earlier in a way that they regained their minds as well. In that case, we'll take a taste of it.

Kerr's root is an ingredient of shoga that is bought from Jagal. Even in a serving of a wooden spoon, its sober and irritating aroma smelled strong.

I never put shoga in ramen in my hometown, nor did I give such advice to the Levites. They're pursuing a more delicious ramen. Besides, Lars invented it.

So I was supposed to rub this ramen with great curiosity - quite an interesting taste.

Kerr's roots are harmonious in an unexpected way in a rich tau oil-tailored soup. It is unique in its sobriety, even though it is spicy, and the wind falls out, so it does not damage the richness of the soup. Rather, it is as if the depth has increased.

I had just finished eating two kinds of dishes, but more and more chopsticks go on. Half-sized ramen quickly disappeared into the stomach.

"What do you say? I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know what Asta thinks."

"No, I think this looks pretty good. I wonder if it will become so popular that Myrmu can't beat it."

"Oh well. If Asta says so, I'm sure there's no mistake."

Levi smiled bitterly, with his head on. Levi only insisted on adding Myrmu and was skeptical about Kerr's roots.

"I don't care what my preferences are if the customers think it's delicious. Don't let my father make you look big again."

"Haha. I can't imagine Lars looking big."

After I said it that way, I looked back at Platica.

"How was Pratica? Kerr's roots are also ingredients for Jagal."

Pratica kept her mouth shut and invited me.

When I turn my face, I spin words with serious eyes.

"I, dissatisfied, have. Other tables, to be asked, I want to avoid, so that person, can you call me?

"Yes, I understand.... Levi, can you come over here for a second?

Levi stopped by this table, looking like he was going to get hurt. The other table masters are encouraging the bumps in their thoughts again, so if they whisper, they won't hear you.

"Me, yesterday, at the stall, I cooked and ate the same. Hence, the difference, obvious. … this dish, imperfections, stands out"

"Oh, I knew it? I didn't think Kerr's roots were right for Ramen either."

"No. Kerr's roots, the path to harmony, should exist. However, if you want complete harmony, if you want, you need to reassemble the original broth, the flavor, there will be. harmony, slightly disturbed, I regret"

"Er... Kerr's roots never fit, but if you're looking for the perfect flavor, do you really think you need to be able to build a foundation?

"Yes, but the root of the kel, if not the flavor, is complete. Also, Kerr's roots, being able to, harmony, slightly disturb, but new stimuli, arise. People who rejoice in that, less, I think. Kell's roots, if you hang them back, the status quo, the best, I think."

After saying it that way, Pratica sharpened her eyes.

"However, if we want Kerr's roots, complete harmony, we have a personal interest, a personal interest in what it tastes like, what it comes into being. You, complete harmony, aspire?

"No, I don't know. If I told my father that, I might say," I want to make Kerr's root-tailored lamen. "

Levi was kind of laughing with a look that looked complicated.

"Even so, you speak so intimately. We're not the forest people or anything."

"I, an excellent cook, love you. You, sparsely, will be included. Delicious food, thank you."

Platica, who was upright with her spine up, gave a peppery salute as it was.

To that appearance, Levi narrows his eyes and smiles.

"You look like you're going to fit in with the folks by the woods.... Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I'll let my father know for sure."

Leaving those words behind, Levi walked away into the kitchen.

Try to go after it and we'll take our seats too.

"Finally, then, you'll be handing out after-dinner treats. Ladies and gentlemen, please hold."

Confectionery is all about distributing the finished product.

When it was arranged on the table, Lema-Gate peeled his eyes just big.

"Hmm... this time, you look a lot more like it"

"Yes. I'm thinking about selling this sweet in the future."

While under barometric pressure by the power of Lema-Gate, Tour-Din nonetheless grinned.

Lema-Gate is right, I'm not getting too weird this time around. For Tour-Din, who started his career with Poitan's baked confectionery, it would be one of the first things he returned. The content was "Lamam's Pound Cake".

It is cooked in a mixed dough of Poitan and Fuwano, on which Tour-Din has so far been layering drills, with finely chopped lamb fruit. The stone kiln was a must for this production, so I brought what I had finished at Din's house in the morning.

Since it is Tour-Din, who has been bustling with Accommodation Town with "Chocolate Man", "Amman" and the simplified version of the crepe, the innkeepers' masters may well have been clapping. In the first place, we spread the method of making confectionery to the non-existent Inn Town, but the first to be handy was Poitan or Fuwano baked confectionery.

But your husbands, who spoke of 'Lamam's Pound Cake', all spoke with admiration.

It would be a rash to mouth Thur-din's baked confectionery, and even during those months Thur-din has steadily raised his arms. Because it is a menu that has no Keren flavour whatsoever, the extraordinary power of Tour-Din should have been conveyed.

"This is really delicious. Sticky, it doesn't seem like we're using novel ingredients... or are they made of something we don't know about?

And that's how Giese asked, smiling calmly.

Back in his seat, Tour-Din shook his head, "Yes, no," he said.

"The only ingredients in the dough are Poitan and Fuwano and Eggs and Sugar and Milk Fat... and Lamam has just been finely chopped, not particularly finely done. I just use a stone kiln to bake it up."

"Is it a stone kiln," Tapas said from the side.

"If it were a stone kiln, many houses would already have gotten it, but it would still be difficult to create such a good treat."

"Oh, well, did you?

"Yeah. A stone kiln was set up for the people north of Turan before, right? This is useful for baking fuwano and poitan dough, so we decided to take an apprenticeship."

I've heard such a thing before. Originally it was brought to the woods by Michele, who was a Castle Town cook, and it was to be brought to Turan after a long bend. It was a much more complicated story that it was to be introduced from there to the Accommodation Town.

Well, I guess that's because Cycleus once cowed the distribution of ingredients and the food culture outside of Castle Town was stalled. The first to escape was the settlement by the woods, and there was also a connection with Michele, who was a resident of the castle town, which led to the introduction of the stone kiln earlier than anywhere else.

"Of course in my inn, I am able to serve a number of delicious treats because the comforting Lord Yang has joined me in his strength… Nevertheless, you will wrap your tongue around this performance. Does something really not exist, special handiwork, etc?

Tour-Din, who nearly nodded, stopped the movement along the way.

"Ah... Speaking of which, on the purple moon, I never had new cookware in my hands. I wonder if that helps with baked sweets."

"Ho? Is that also a Castle Town cookware?

We once suggested to the owners of the inn how we could buy steamer cages in Castle Town.

Tul-din nodded, "Yes, yes," as he filled your husband's gaze and blushed his palpable face.

"It's a foam and it's a cookware called a vessel. It's a story that I was able to buy from a land called Bardo recently, so it's probably not very popular in Castle Town yet."

When Tour-Din explained the shape and usage, your husbands glanced at each other.

In it, Lema-Gate hits a pointy voice.

"I don't know if it's getting awkward, but just using such a strange apple will change the way sweets are done?

"Yes. It's that bubble and when you use the vessel, you get a lot of air in the fabric. That way, the fabric is more plump than it would normally be."

"Hmm... again, fool. Honestly, you expose your hands. From now on, we're about to leave the stall. No matter how much we expose ourselves, we think we're gonna win anyway."

To Rema-Gate's mean-spirited tales, Tour-Din lets his eyes swim with the mundane.

but eventually he was quieting his mind and smiling softly at Lema-Gate.

"As I told you about my previous stopover, the" Alou's Stuff Pavilion "treat was really delicious. I don't feel like mouthing those sweets and insisting that I'm more wandering, etc. … but I would be very happy if you guys were bubbles and could make more delicious treats by using vessels"

"Hmm. What are you happy about when the arms of a commercial enemy go up?"

"Yes, it's embarrassing, but I like confectionery so much... that just mouthing delicious confectionery makes me happy"

When Tour-Din answered embarrassingly, Lema-Gate shrugged his thick shoulder and let the rest of the sweets go into his mouth.

Even last month's stopover in my absence, Thur-din was happy to say that he was able to exchange a lot of words with Lema-Gate. The two names differ greatly in their positions, temperament and age, but the edges spinning through delicious confectionery exist there.

"... Asta, are you in the same mood?

And, from next door, Pratica whispered in a low voice.

"What? Questioning," Pratica approaches even closer and pours a husky voice into my ear.

"Asta, my own handiwork, I won't hide it. It was strange, not hidden at all, even though it was culinary knowledge, property. Asta, is it your knowledge, spread, other cooks, strength, rising, joy?

"Right. That's exactly what I'm in the mood for in a forest settlement. In the first place, my point of departure was not to succeed in business, but to make people by the woods aware of the delicious delights of cooking."

When I whispered back like that, Pratica frowned slightly and looked at me again.

"But I, the innkeeper, and the people by the woods, are not there. Knowledge of cooking, how to do it, need to disclose it, shouldn't be."

"Mm-hmm. As for the boarding town, it originally had the role of informing people about the use of novel ingredients, so half of it was like work... even if it wasn't, it would be a delightful story for me to see the delicious culinary delights spread. Besides, people who want to make delicious dishes are like comrades to me, so maybe they're happy to share that joy."

Pratica, who heard my words, has become an increasingly difficult face. The expression has moved a lot, but it is difficult to decide whether or not to point it out.

That's how Platica got closer again while I was worried.

"Asta's words, they're difficult. I, an exotic people, asta, involved, thin. Still, mood, doesn't it change?

"Yeah, it doesn't change. I've been lonely all my life in this land... so I might just be happy to connect with others through delicious dishes"

Whispering back like that, and then letting me smile, Platica looked back at the light of perplexity in her purple eyes.

From behind there, Ai-Fa's face interrupts all the time.

"... what have you been secretly talking about since just now?

"Wow, I was surprised. When were you going around behind my back?

"You were so obsessed with secrets that you didn't even notice that."

Ai-Fa twisted me on the side, and then he stuck his sharp, shining eyes at Platica as well.

"And then your lips were about to touch Asta's ears. Remember, it's forbidden by the woods for people who don't have a family to touch each other."

"Oh, I won't imitate that. You, mundane."

When Pratica protested with a reddish face, Ai-Fa also blushed, as it had been followed.

"Heh, what kind of graffiti is that? You're the one who's about to make the contraindication."

"I'm not kidding, contraindicated, offended. Ears, kisses, mundane."

"Shh, Shh... it would be more mundane to speak such a word?

The figure of the Ey-fa, who whispered to each other, was as if it were a Bobcat whispering bait.

Rudd-Lou, who had a cheek wand in the seat across the street, is watching both of those names properly.

"What are you guys saying to each other? Why don't you ask for some extra food?

"Ugh, um? What are additional dishes?

"I don't need copper coins. When you're done cooking, paying for copper coins and asking for extra dishes is the lesson of the neighborhood. Haven't you forgotten? Terrier-Mass is going around asking for orders.

"Oh, well," Ai-Fa woke herself up with a red face.

"Sure, in that amount, you can't even fill your belly. I think we should be able to buy extra Giva dishes."

"Right? With that, when you eat him, you're scattered all over the place to bond with all kinds of people, right?

Looking around, the other husbands had already begun to move their seats and squeezed their drinks.

"You did. Well, shall we move too? What will Platica do?

"... me, tour of the cook, I wish"

Pratica also turned to Milan-Math, still dyeing her cheeks a lot.

That's how Platica disappeared into the cook, so we decided to take a seat too.

"I guess I'll just say hello to Nail. I haven't had a chance to show my face lately."

I stood up too and looked back at the eye-fa behind me.

Ey-fa is holding my face tight as he makes his mouth a letter to.

"... why do you have such a fun face?

"Hmm? I don't know, just watching Ey-Fa interact with Platica makes my heart warm. Earlier, it was like a sisterhood fight and I smiled."

"... half the cause, whether it's you or not?

Ai-Fa has turned my head with a strong force as I blushed again.

That was how the second night with Pratica passed in a busy but peaceful way.