Isekai ni Kita Boku wa Kiyoubinbode Subaya-sa Tayorina Tabi o Suru

How to find a Hole In The Wall

Well, well. It was currently two in the afternoon. Daniela was sleeping at the inn. This was a rare moment I had to myself. I was sure that she would eat whatever she could without me, so I might as well do the same. And so I was now exploring the large street.

Every building that was visible here seemed to be an inn, which wasnt too surprising. I had never done any traveling back in Japan, so this kind of townscape really filled me with excitement.

And as this was a town by a forest, most of the buildings were made of wood. I could only imagine what kind of disaster it would be if there was a fire, but then I noticed that there were small fountains installed all over the place.

What is this?

It reminded me of the drinking fountains you see in parks. They looked quite clean too

Ah, you right there. Are you a traveler?

As I stood with crossed arms and deep in thought, an older woman approached me.

Uhh, yeah. I was just wandering around.

I see, I see. But is this not a beautiful town?

Ah, ha Was this the beginning of a boast about your town contest? I hope she wouldnt take too long.

Yes. The wooden buildings are splendid.

This is the forest post town after all! Almost all of the buildings here use wood.

But, wouldnt that be a fire hazard?

Hehe. That is what these magic contraptions are here for.

So saying, the old women pointed at the drinking fountains. Oh, thats what they were.

So these put out the fires?

Aye. If ever there is a fire, water will spray up high from the hole on the top, and shower the entire town.

Ahhhinteresting

Very interesting. Educational. She then explained that these contraptions sucked up water magic from underground veins to use to put out the fires. A type of sprinkler.

Hmm. That is good to know. Thank you.

Oh, it is nothing. Enjoy your stay here!

Yes, I will.

The old womans Town Boasting Contest had come to a close. I saw her trod away with a satisfying expression, only to catch another unsuspecting traveler and begin all over again.

Now that that distraction was gone, my hunger returned with a vengeance. Oh, it was bad. I would pass out if I didnt eat. But this town didnt seem to have street stalls, perhaps they were considered a fire hazard, I think irritably. Like, they only allow fires near places with fire extinguishers. In that case, I would have to rely on my sense of smell. Sniff. Sniff. Where are the good food places? AhDaniela would have been able to find one in seconds I grumbled at my girlfriends absence as I walked. Walked. And walked. Past several streets, and so many corners. I repeated this many times before my nose finally reacted to something. It was rather good.

Ah, could this be the one?

The window was open, which allowed the steam and a pleasant aroma to escape. Peeking through the window, I could see rows of tables and customers eating. Yes, it was a restaurant.

Are you a customer?

Woah!

A face jumped out at me from the bottom of the window frame. Damned bastard.

Be off with you, if you are not.

Uh, sorry. I am. I am.

It seemed like he worked here, so I quickly apologized and went inside. I wasnt about to be kicked out of here. I needed to eat something now.

Uh, Im alone here. That alright?

Sit over there.

He pointed over to a table seat. Looking at the guy again, he was actually pretty good-looking. A quick glance at the buildings interior showed that it was mostly wood as well. It must be hard for different stores to be unique when they are restricted to using wood.

And there were so many female customers here. Like eighty percent. They were probably just here to ogle I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. Like I had accidentally entered a pancake house. Still, I had no choice now. I needed to refill my hunger gauge or I would faint in some random corner of this town.

So, what will you have?

Any recommendations?

Today we have a chicken soup and freshly baked bread as a set.

Ill take that then.

Aye.

Quite brusque isnt hewell, some women liked guys like that. And they were his main customer base. I didnt really care.

I ignored the awkward looks from the other customers as I waited. The smell of the freshly baked bread started to waft over to the tables. Yes, so far so good. I loved the smell of freshly baked bread.

Kept you waiting, huh?

There is only one person who is allowed to say that. But then again, Im pretty sure I said it at one point More importantly, the food was here.

On the table was now a bowl of steaming, golden soup and freshly baked bread. And a salad. The drink was fruit water. A lemon slice and some kind of leaf floated in it. Fancy looking stuff.

Thank you.

Enjoy.

He suddenly offered a kind smile. Imagine if that worked. Anyway, on to the food.

First, I tear off a piece of bread. The crust is still hot. It almost burns my fingertips as it opens and reveals its soft innards. The rich smell bursts through my nostrils. I put the torn piece into my mouth and chew, and with every bite, the natural flavor of the bread seems to increase and spread. Freshly baked bread really was the best.

Next, I brandish the spoon and face the bowl of soup. Its golden hue makes me think that it was filtered, but on closer inspection, chunks of meat lay at the bottom of the bowl. It was the kind of soup that tasted different once you stirred it. How fancy First, I take a spoonful of the top layer and drink it without making any noise. Im not sure why, but coming to places like this made me more aware of my manners. Was it the atmosphere or the food? Well, as for the taste of the soup. It was very good. The rich smell of the chicken broth spread in your mouth and reached your nose in a way that only chicken could do. If this was a cooking manga, my clothes would be bursting at the seams. I drank a few more times from the upper layer and savored it. I would stir it up later. It was time to use the salad as a palate cleanser.

Salad. It was just some vegetables thrown onto a plate. But sometimes there was depth in simplicity. The freshness of the vegetables, the combination with the dressing. The compatibility of the vegetables. Yes, very deep stuff. What is a salad? It was something with the power to make you consider it in philosophical terms. Well, I would leave such questions to food critics, I was just here to eat some tasty food. I grab my fork and stab it into the plate. There was a satisfying crunch, which was the proof of its freshness. It must be freshly washed as well because beautiful droplets could still be seen. Then I carry it to my mouth, careful to not spill the dressing. With every bite, the texture and fresh, green smell spreads, and the slightly sour dressing combines with the sweetness of the vegetables. There was a real danger of me eating the whole thing in seconds, so I quickly push the plate away.

Back to the soup. Drinking so much of the upper layer now left the lower layer quite visible. I thrust the spoon into it and stirred. Then the chunks of meat began to rise to the surface. Other little specks, like ground seeds, also danced and rose. Using Jack of all Trades, Master of None to find the exact timing, I scoop up a spoonful. The soup with the chicken and seeds flows into my mouth. Ah, it did taste different now. What was once a clear, refined flavor had transformed into something robust and meaty. Well, women liked their meat too. I could see this being very popular. The well-cooked meat almost melted in your mouth, the seeds popped with every chew. Ahh, it was good. My clothes felt like they really would burst if I wasnt careful.

How is it?

The good-looking guy rudely interrupted my reverie. I looked up irritability before realizing that it was him.

Its incredible.

That is good.

He said with a smile. Damnhe was cool A guy who was dedicated to cooking. He seemed overly blunt at first, but clearly had a delicate touch when it came to his craft. I could learn a thing or two from that.

Ahh, I finished it in no time. The bread, soup and salad were all good. Even the fruit water had a refreshing taste that matched the taste of the dishes. Everything supported the others. The best kind of menu.

How much do I owe you?

Aye. Three silvers.

Right, here.

Thank you. Do come again.

There was something childishly smug about the way he laughed. I couldnt blame others for falling for him now. A good-looking guy who could cook. Great personality. What more could you want? Id marry him.

I leave the restaurant and turn around. The sign reads Tree Stump Arbour. A good place. A hole in the wall that you might only find through wandering about. I swore that I would bring Daniela here next time, as I recommenced my stroll with a satisfied stomach.

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