Cities near the sea tend to eat differently from other places, especially in areas like the Minamata area, where there are many products.

From shellfish to fish, shrimp and crabs to squid octopus, there is a wide variety of ingredients at the seaside. But it's not just the seafood that is used in the dishes, but also the cuisine and cooking styles that are quite different from the rest of Crescent Island – and the reason for this has to do with the coming and going of the Nanban strangers.

Orthodox Japanese cuisine Rigale people are not used to eating.

Pay attention to the light, small and fine, radish clear soup tofu shreds. Not only is it mainly vegetarian, but it is also extremely demanding on seasoning. Except for some special ways to eat, almost all people will only use salt, fermented soybean paste, soy sauce and the like for conditioning, for fear that too many ingredients will cover the original taste.

Everywhere in Rigal, however, the cooking style is basically the opposite – the Rigalese are more interested in richness and a mix of spices.

The Wa people think that the taste of the Rigalese people is too heavy, and the Rigalese people think that the way of eating Crescent Island is too light. As the number of Nanban people who came to Crescent increased and their influence spread, it was not surprising that many restaurants that were more inclined to Rigalese tastes were born.

In Minamata Harbor, where a large number of southern merchants live, there are many shops with tastes that are very different from traditional Japanese restaurants. And after Henry and his party finished shopping and stored their belongings, they entered with a plausible and somewhat familiar aroma, and it was such a restaurant.

It was apparently a Japanese inn, but the Rahman chefs had remodeled it in the way they were accustomed to – the kitchen that used to be closed off from the dining room was hollowed out, and the cooks and servants could be seen walking around at the tables and chairs near the doorway.

It's still not like coming home, but looking at the sausages and bacon hanging in the makeshift kitchen and the cheese on the shelves, it's still a bit of a trance to see the stranger chefs and ingredients that are out of place in the architecture of the Tsuki no Kuni.

The restaurant doesn't have a very high percentage of ingredients, but it's still a restaurant that can only be built on the beachfront.

The easy access to the coast makes it possible to transport some of the more Rigalian-style food by ship, so they can manage to get some authentic Rigalian-style ingredients even if they don't have to produce them – although the price is inevitably more expensive than the local home-cooked food due to production problems, but it is still acceptable.

It is unknown how the Lamanites, who had come to the Land of the Moon before Henry, started selling Rigalese cuisine. But when the young Lamani maid, who clearly saw their foreign faces and still spoke fluent and human language, came up and asked what they wanted, the girl did feel a little incredible.

"The stew looks good over there, come on some?" the sage said to the diminutive boy in Laman, as he did not know how to pronounce the word Raman stew in the Japanese language. And the other party was stunned for a moment: "Yes, okay." He stuttered a little, and Lamani with some accent was not as fluent as Japanese.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were over there. Because guests from the east will also come. The boy said this, and wrote down what the group wanted on the wax board with a wooden pen, and then trotted back to the kitchen with a bow of gentleness.

"To the east?" asked the girl curiously.

"Ottolo. The sage shrugged his shoulders: "Didn't you make up for your geographical knowledge when you came by boat before, although many things are vague and there are some gaps." ”

"But Ottolo is not on the west side of Rigal. The stunned young man next to him was a little confused, and the eyes of the young lady who followed them lit up: "Is it the theory of the sphere, this is already a recognized correct solution in Lamo? ”

"I see, no wonder Lamo's ship can sail like this. She muttered to herself and nodded, Galeva couldn't quite keep up with Aya's train of thought, and Mira next to her pressed her entire face against the cold wooden table and shouted, "I'm so hungry, why are you ordering stew, teacher." ”

Apparently hunger had made the white-haired girl lose her ability to think and explore, she clutched her stomach and pressed her face to the table, her little eyebrows furrowed together, while Henry shrugged her shoulders again: "Don't follow me if you're too slow." ”

"I don't know which one is delicious. She muttered, but luckily dishes like stews were usually cooked in large pots, and they didn't have to wait long.

The hot Southern Ramani stew was quickly served, and the Rigal stew on a Japanese-style clay plate looked just as out of place as anything else in the shop. The bright red color of the tomato soup made Miss Doctor, who had never seen all this, swallow her saliva and hesitated, but Lulu, who had also seen this kind of food for the first time, leaned over and sniffed it and picked up the spoon directly.

There is a world of difference between a hunter who eats and a pampered scholar who has a very different attitude when it comes to new foods.

Abundant knowledge sometimes does not necessarily lead to self-confidence. There is a way that those who do not know are fearless, and it is precisely because there are many things that are known and even to a certain extent that a fixed concept is formed, and the speed of accepting new things will be slowed down, which is the same everywhere.

The bright red and sour tomato may be something that has never been seen before for the conservative people.

Although it should be that the seeds have been brought and grown locally from the perspective that this shop can use at will, it is still a little difficult for its special flavor to be popularized in Crescent Island.

Southern Raman cuisine has always been inseparable from the presence of tomatoes, and the bright red stew and various noodle soups are a testament to the purity of a Raman restaurant.

The stew is a home-style dish, and the soup can be eaten with bread or pasta, depending on the ingredients added, and it can be eaten as a staple dish.

That's how they did the stew they ate this time.

The chopped meat and onions are stir-fried over low heat to bring out the aroma, and then added to the pot and simmered. Then add the potatoes, tomatoes and carrots. Coarse salt from the seashore is used for seasoning, and some pepper is added to the original version of mainland Rigal, but the Crescent version eaten by everyone uses locally grown cardamom and cloves, spices and people that are only used in a few cuisines.

Spend hours simmering until everything is soaked in the broth, leaving the tough meat soft and easy to eat.

"It should be lamb shank. "The meat that has been simmered for a long time will fall apart with a slight fiddle with a wooden spoon, and the shredded meat inside will be red and juicy. The aroma tempts the spoon to move, and it doesn't disappoint once you've tasted it.

The richness of the flavors and the sometimes crisp and sometimes tender texture of the different ingredients fascinated me, and even if you hesitate at first, you can eventually eat even the two of you, who are relatively locals.

This also stems in part from the fact that the stew has been adapted to the tastes of the locals.

It's not uncommon to see people with faces in restaurants, and although there aren't many samurai nobles with dark blue hair, it can be seen that the locals have a certain degree of acceptance of them.

The flavor of the stew is lighter than that of the original Rigal, the pungent onions are not put in much, and the tomatoes may be due to the different varieties, and the umami taste is much stronger than the sourness.

Unique, familiar yet different.

Like all exotic dishes, this Southern Raman stew has been transformed by local customs.

It's just that I'm at the beach, but it's a little funny to eat such a stew that has nothing to do with seafood.

The restaurant is apparently still relatively civilian, and despite the higher prices of dishes containing meat, a few people are satisfied with just one stew. Before leaving, Henry went to the kitchen to greet the cook, wondering if he could buy some ingredients to bring with him, not only to use it for his own consumption, but also to bring some condolences to the missionaries who could not go out and Joshua, who was in charge of their care.

The poor missionaries had come to a place with a lot of Laman-style food and drink, but they couldn't go out, so they brought them some bread and bread and bread to appease them.

Henry's conversation with the cook was also heard by the well-fed Luoan girl.

This shop has been around longer than you think, having been open for two generations. The young man who came to ask them what they wanted was a second-generation Lamanite born on the land of Crescent.

If the reason for leaving his hometown and opening a shop here had been spread, it might not have ended in the evening, so the sage didn't inquire, but looking at the way they were busy coming and going, and thinking of the young man's somewhat stammering Lamanite, I am afraid that for him, the hometown of his ancestors has become a concept in fairy tales.

Xinjing restricted the merchant ships of the Nanban and prevented them from running around, but it did not restrict them from moving by land or where they could settle down.

It's a land that many people in Rigal didn't even know existed, and because of this, it's a great place to start a new life for those who want to escape the past.

Although it is clear from this shop that it has been going on for generations, it still seems out of place, and it is probably impossible to fully integrate into the land of the moon.

They will always be strangers.

Locals and people will come for a moment of novelty, and maybe someone will like to come more often.

But they will always be just Nanban.

Everything in Crescent Island is a perfect closed loop, so perfect that there is no room for any superfluous branches.

Leaving his homeland and crossing the ocean. Like this young domestic helper, the second generation, who was born in a foreign land, does not know the homeland of his ancestors, and it is difficult for him to fully integrate into the local area. They are like rootless grass, and they can't find a real home anywhere.

How many of the Southern Barbarians in this land are like this?

The slight thoughts revealed from the conversation touched Mira's sensitive place as a Roan—a people in exile, and although the West Coast had found someone willing to accept Roan with the help of her teacher, it was still a memory buried deep in the soul of their people.

The cooks and boys and other domestic servants are home in the South, even if they may not be able to return for some reason.

But at least they know there.

And where is the homeland of the Koloans?

She remembered the legends of her own people, and looked at Lulu next to her, who had closed her eyes and recuperated - in the dark, Mira felt that she might be able to find the answer on this trip to Crescent Island.

As soon as you leave the store, the salty sea breeze blows again.

There was a roadside stall selling "Ebiaki!", Mira was a little curious, and after looking closely, she asked Aya again, only to know that the so-called Ebi was the existence that Rigal called "shrimp" - because of its long beard, it was called Ebi.

The so-called kailaoyaki is something that fishermen don't want to sell bad shrimp, and they are fried with green onions and flour.

Because it's a cheap food, there's not much oil and water, but after walking out of the door, the Luoan girl, who originally felt that the stew was quite full, looked at it.

The gluttony moved again.

"You. The sage shook his head helplessly.

Crescent Continent does not have a convenient organization like the Mercenary Guild, and their spending has become relatively economical even if they have not been able to undertake tasks and maintain monetary income. In the past, Luo'an girls often spent a lot of money on books in Xinyuezhou, and the situation also awkwardly hit a wall in Crescent Island - because cheap knowledge is explained for free by the academy, and advanced knowledge is controlled by the academy.

She is a stranger, and she can't give up her life so far and go to the cold window to study hard to get a scholar.

Because of this series of reasons, the money can only be spent more on food.

Holding a pan-shrimp cake wrapped in lotus leaves, the Luoan girl, who was eating while walking in an unelegant manner, and the others next to her, who were a little lamented by her appetite, set out on the way back to the hotel.

Henry bought a lot of things in small bags, including a few Japanese-style clay pots, and even when sealed, the rich smell of pickled products still wafted out.

Smoked meats and cheeses, as well as Rigal-style pasta, could be stored for a long time as long as they were kept dry, and the sage also bought some spices—not much, because Yajiro was in charge of the bulk of the food, and at best he could just get some Rigalese-style things and occasionally open a small stove.

The densely populated fishing port came and went, and their group didn't attract much attention.

When I got back to the hotel, it seemed that the samurai's side had solved the problem by the carriage at the door, which was full of supplies and one carriage was missing. But the air inside was strangely quiet, and the sage and the girl looked at each other, and they were secretly ready to draw their weapons.

But the expected danger did not come.

It's just that it doesn't make it easy at all.

The samurai of the Qingtian family behind the door were almost all gloomy.

Yong and his party, who had already eased relations with Henry, glared viciously at the moment they saw the sage who pushed the door in, and Yajiro looked up at him, but immediately looked away.

The reason may lie in the fact that they are surrounded by the old and the young, the master and the servant.

It was the servant of the Aota family and the sister of Yajiro.

And they brought.

It is the news of the collapse of the Qingtian family.