Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 16: Chapter 15: A Taste of Home / Spicy Food Doesn’t Like Me?

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Chapter 15: A Taste of Home / Spicy Food Doesn’t Like Me? A pleasantly spicy scent wafts past me almost immediately after I ask Angus about getting something to eat and my tummy rumbles, as if demanding its needs be sated at that moment. “Well, since you put it that way, sure,” Angus says with a chuckle. “Put it what way?” I ask while narrowing my eyes at him. “It was a s-simple question.” “Not you, your stomach. If it yelled any louder, I think the city watch would assume there was a monster attack,” he replies. “It wasn’t t-that loud,” I state with a huff, crossing my arms as if displeased and thrusting my nose in the air. Once again, my tummy lets its opinion be known. I can’t keep a straight face and the pretend air of displeasure I had been trying to pull off crumbles. Angus laughs this time and takes my hand into his, leading me across the street towards the source of the smell that had caused the loud rumbles in my gut. “What is that delightful scent I am s-smelling?” I ask once we are safely on the other side of the street. “It’s an open-air restaurant that serves a new type of food that has become all the rage recently in the capital. Honestly, I am surprised to see one here in Lochavria, since we only had them start popping up in Aberling in the last year. They are quite common in Brahmberg though, since the trade routes with Trelivia really became established in the last ten years.” “Brahmberg? T-Trelivia?” I ask. My geography lessons haven’t mentioned those places yet. “Ah, sorry. Brahmberg is the largest trading port of the country on the eastern coast of the Arrick Ocean. Trelivia is a nation on the western continent that was discovered about twenty years ago and they are one of the biggest importers of spice to Elgoss. They have the most delightfully sweet and spicy cuisine, though from what I have been told, when it was introduced to Elgoss, the spiciness had to be toned down because many people just couldn’t eat it.” “Can we try it?” I ask hopefully. There is something familiar about the scent that reminds me of home. A wave of homesickness hits me like a truck and suddenly I want my, Michael’s, mother’s cooking. “Okay, if you want to try this we can eat here. Just to warn you though, it is spicy,” Angus says before leading me to the seating area of the restaurant. We sit down and a waiter brings over a couple of menus and asks us what we would like to drink. I ask what drinks are available and the waiter lists off several types of tea, as well as coffee and water. I ask him to describe the teas to me. He goes down the list, patiently describing the color and flavor profile of each one to me. Towards the end of the list there is one called nokcha and the way he describes it makes me think of green tea. I order a cup of nokcha and Angus does the same. After the waiter leaves our table, I ask Angus to go over the menu with me. He reads off several dishes to me while quoting the brief descriptions that go along with them. The dishes for the most part have names that I’m familiar with like curry and bulgogi. By the time he reaches the end of the short menu there are only a couple of dishes I don’t recognize the names of, but many more that I do know. I decide to order the tteokbokki which was customizable with several different sauces and protein options. Hey kid, I say internally. Why do so many of these foods sound like they come from Korea? They have the same names and everything. I receive only silence as a reply. I stew for just a minute before continuing my internal dialogue once I feel I can keep my irritation out of it. Look, I’m sorry I called you a brat so much. It was rude of me an- “Damn right it was rude,” I hear him say, his voice piping up in my head. “You should be nicer to your elders, you know that? If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be here.” I have to focus to prevent my eyebrow from twitching at that last line considering he killed me to bring me here, not that I’m complaining about the body I