Aoyama Cheese Novels & Stories

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...

The others agreed. When the food was served, Daisie looked at the white-colored food that looked like a fan and asked the owner. “What’s this?” The man smiled and explained, “That’s Mylotic Cheese. It’s made from cow’s milk. It’s a local delicacy.” Cameron took a bite. “Oh, it tastes great.” Freyja and Colton took bites too, and it did taste nice. The next dish was served. The man brought it over. “This is chicken. It’s made with homemade marinade, spicy oil, pepper, and roasted walnuts. It’s our specialty here, and the tourists love it.”

the lady pointed to the smaller silver tray filled with what seemed like fried bits like onions. “Oh? What is this?” Jai looked curiously at it. “Fried bits of dough. It’s very crunchy and adds a different texture for the soup and rice mix,” the lady kindly explained. “Wow… This is the first time I heard about that,” Darrion said. “Then tamago don it is!” the windlet exclaimed happily. “Oh and please, don’t make it spicy.” The lady laughed. “You can choose the soup mix yourself in front of you,” she gestured to the soup trays. “What would you have for drink? A cold ocha like your friend?”