Chapter 112 – Reopening of Store
Reopening of Store
It was a certain day.
[Eh…?]
As usual, it was Satur’s Day.
Otherworld dining hall… Aletta who was standing in front of the door leading to Nekoya noticed that the state of the door was slightly different and then tilted her head.
[Etto, this… maybe it’s the language of our world, right?]
The words were written on the signboard of the cat’s picture on the door.
Aletta who wasn’t educated couldn’t read it, but it was not the words of the owner’s world that was written as “Western Restaurant Nekoya”.
If one lived in the Kingdom, then there’s no doubt it’s the familiar Eastern Continent language.
[What on earth,
had happened?]
She passed through the door while thinking about it.
‘Chirinchirin’, the door opened with the light sound of bell.
[Ou, good morning.]
The owner who was aware that it was time for Aletta to arrive greeted her with a smile.
[Good morning… ano, that sign on the door…]
After returning the greeting, Aletta asked the owner.
[Aa, I’ve thought a little.]
Aletta may not be educated, but she was not dumb. He knew that he would be asked about the special sign that was hung on Saturdays.
The owner nodded and replied.
[Look, there’s that regular jii-san right? That person taught me simple words, so I tried to write the sign with the words of your world.
world. It’s read as “Otherworld Restaurant Nekoya”.]
The owner looked at the golden key stored in his pocket.
The key entrusted by the grandmother of the owner was a pair with the bell to connect the restaurant with another world.
If the owner thought about it that way, it was possible to cut off “otherworld dining hall” with the otherworld.
Initially, he received a spare key to normally open and lock the door when he succeeded the restaurant so he didn’t realize it, but he realized it as time passed.
The Nekoya that the previous generation had guarded for 60 years had been completely entrusted to him, and it had become his restaurant.
Then he remembered
he remembered his niece’s words.
—This restaurant, rather than a Western restaurant, it’s more like a jack-of-all trades.
The owner couldn’t object those words.
Surely when he thought about it now, “Are all food that come from outside of Japan Western food?” was just a pet theory.
His grandfather who was born and raised not in Japan but at the continent seemed to be the person who could create delicious food for the menu without difficulty.
And according to his grandfather, his grandmother was originally “a person from the otherworld”.
As such, he who was raised by his grandparents liked every type of food as long as it’s delicious, so he could cook dishes that usually were that usually were not served in Western restaurant.
[Isn’t it easier for people from over there to be able to read the written words of their language? Even then the door seems suspicious enough.]
He was not going to deny that the way of his predecessor who continued such separation of worlds felt stubborn for him.
On the other hand, he hired an employee from another world and interacted with each other at all possible times.
That’s why for a little, he would compromise.
[That’s why, from now on for Saturdays, this place will be “Otherworld Restaurant Nekoya”, so best regards.]
[Yes! I understand.]
Aletta answered clearly to the owner’s words, and Otherworld Restaurant Nekoya began.