Ee, Teni Shippai? Seikou?

On that day, for the first time in years, a festival was held at a shrine on the outskirts of the city.

There are a number of stalls on the approach road, and they are crowded with quite people.

It is not uncommon for traditions to disappear after only a few years of interruption, and in fact, several events in various parts of Japan were being reopened and forgotten.

In the meantime, the organizers stroked the chest of the festival, saying that they had seen some success, even if it was only a matter of being able to hold the festival.

There was a takoyaki shop in the corner of the row of stalls.

The stalls that served authentic Kansai-style octopus were lined up with more people than anywhere else.

Inside the stall, a man in a very flat shape burns a takoyaki.

Ochan-chan, are you okay?

"Oh, wait a minute."

While responding to the scorched boy, the shopkeeper's man tactfully arranged the octopus in a special paper container and made a sauce with hake.

Mayonnaise?

Plenty!

What about the bonito and the blue one?

"I don't want the blue one."

"Aiya, let me wait for six octopus."

The shopkeeper sprinkles a lot of mayonnaise, sprinkles the bonito, closes the container lid and gives it to the boy.

"Great! Can we do this?"

The boy who received the takoyaki listed his smartphone.

"Oh, read that."

In front of the shopkeeper, there was a freestanding stand with a two-dimensional code.

Since this year, all stalls have introduced electronic money payments at this festival.

"Alright......"

A light electronic sound sounds and the payment is completed.

No way!

"Thank you, little man."

As soon as I saw the boy off, the next customer appeared.

"Six octopus, please."

"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Yoichi, the shopkeeper in a very flat shape, poured the dough into the empty part while turning over the octopus left over on the iron plate.

Fujido-kun, please! I can only rely on you...!

Not long ago, Yoichi was contacted by Tanaka, the person in charge of the factory where he used to work.

It was the first time that the festival had reopened in a few years, and the local chamber of commerce was in a good mood. The factory, which was normally supposed to be closed on a rotation basis, was also asked to open a stall, but it was said that it was troubled by insufficient manpower.

Yoichi, who happened to be contacted when he returned to Japan, decided to accept this as something else.

Making up for quitting work without permission is also included in many of them.

The members of the tokoroten were also soliciting hopefuls and asking for help, and some of them were looking forward to this day, but in the end it was not convenient for work, so they decided to cut up Yang alone.

Well then.

Add the flour and stock to an empty container and mix.

The formulation ratio is perfect as determined by [Appraisal Ω].

I paid close attention to the mixing time and force addition and reduction so that the mouthfeel was plump and mouthfeeling.

"Next time......"

The octopus grilled on the iron plate is turned around.

This is also the work after confirming the baking with Appraisal Ω .

"Oh, that's a lot." Oniisan, from Kansai? "

No, no, it's just a little dexterous.

Yoichi replied humbly to a middle-aged male customer who was watching the work while waiting for the completion of the octopus grill.

Even when I talked like that, my hands did not stop. I noticed that the product was ready.

"Yes, wait."

"Oh, thank you."

As soon as one leaves, the next guest appears.

"Takoyaki"

Yes.

At the beginning, there were not many customers, but [appraisal Ω] was used to grill it with perfect technique, and it was prepared with the cooperation of Hoshikawa milling and Hoshikawa fishery. Octopus grill made with quite good materials had a good reputation, and if I noticed, there was a long queue there.

"Phew..."

After a while, Yoichi was able to take a breath.

"Oh, big brother, take it."

The owner of the sake shop next to the stall came over with a metal tumbler. The contents were like lemon sour.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you."

Yoichi bowed his head in fear as he received a cold tumbler from Kinkin.

"What, thanks to you, we're also keeping it in the spill, right?"

If the octopus is sold at the next door stall, it will be a drink at the same time.

Then don't hesitate.

Having said that, Yoichi glanced at the tumbler.

The refreshing scent of lemon slips through your nose, and a strong carbonated drink irritates your throat.

"Kuu...!"

Unexpectedly, such a voice leaks out.

"Ah, how's your old man?"

Having said that, Yoichi referred to the octopus grill lined up on an iron plate for thermal insulation.

Although freshly baked, the octopus cooked for a while is also delicious because the surface is crispy.

Well then, turn it into an octopus

Yeah, I'm fine.

Yoichi takes out a large shrimp soup, divides it in half, and puts two octopuses on one side to coat the sauce.

"What is mayonnaise?"

"I don't want it. Shake the bonito and blueberry, and the seven flavors."

"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Sprinkle with bonito flakes and azure octopus as desired, then sandwich the octopus with the other half of the shrimp rice cracker. The octopus is ready.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Oh, thank you."

The shopkeeper who received the octopus poured it into the beer with a mouthful of cheek.

Phew! Umiiiiiiiiiing

"Thank you."

The owner of the liquor store quickly flattened the octopus.

"Whoa, give me a Coke!"

"Oh, wait a minute!"

The boy who had just visited his stall called him and the old man of the liquor store went back.

You can do this, right?

The boy arranges four metal tumblers on the counter.

In order to reduce garbage at this festival, all drinks were served in this tumbler.

The price also includes the cost of the tumbler, but if you bring it in, the stall will buy it for you.

Even so, there are still a lot of customers who are troublesome to return, but some children are picking up abandoned tumblers and getting paid or buying what they want instead.

Childhood is always a tough time.

"Hey, Bowes, you didn't steal it, did you?"

"No, I picked it up and got it back from someone who was troublesome."

”Fufu, but I'm not.”

With that said, the shopkeeper picked up the four tumblers, took out the cleaned ones, and poured in the cola.

"Excuse me, octopus."

Yes.

Yoichi, who was watching the interaction between the shopkeeper and the boy next door, returned to himself with the voice of a female customer and moved to the front of the iron plate.

"Oh, you're a visitor?"

At the end, Yoichi tried to turn the octopus upside down, but he raised his face to the word.

Beyond the counter stood a woman in a yukata.

Oh, Lina-chan?

"That's why Lina told me not to do it." I've already quit my job. "

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sakya-chan"

It was about the former prostitute Lina, Fujino.

I mean, you're also calling me a customer, aren't you?

"Ahahah, by the way, that's right. erm....."

"It's Fujido, Yoichi Fujido."

I see, then Yoichi-san

Having said that, Yoichi returned a smile with a smile, but suddenly he shifted his gaze and changed his expression.

Um, can I have six?

While saying that, he poured the dough into the iron plate in a little panic.

"Um......"

Yoichi's eyes suddenly turned back when he realized that he was looking at his back.

"Wow..."

As soon as I realized it, there was a queue.

When she turned her gaze back again, she saw Yoichi burning the takoyaki on the other side of the stall.

”Mmm... here we go”

She nodded as if she had decided, leaving the line and entering the stall.

Hey, Sakya-chan?

You seem busy, I'll help you.

While saying that, he puts the pouch he had in the right place.

Then I found the alcohol for the purpose of disinfection and touched it to my fingers.

"No, but..."

"It's okay." My mother is from Kansai. When I came home, I did quite a bit of work. "

While saying that, she looks at the iron plate lined with octopus.

"Hey, is there anything that makes you feel like a rat?"

While saying that, Sakura glanced around the stall.

Well then...

Yoichi took out the yukata waistline from [Infinite Storage Ω] while his gaze dropped.

When I was free, I was going to change into my yukata and enjoy the festival, but in the end, none of the members of the tokoroten came, and I couldn't afford to be busy like this, so now it has become a useless long object.

Thank you

Having received the waistband, she handily hangs herself and rolls up the sleeve of her yukata.

"Then I'll fill the container, and Yoichi-san will bake more and more"

Ah, yeah.

Yoichi, who accepted the help of a whisper in the form of being pushed off, resumes his work confusedly.

"Welcome. Two of eight."

As you gently and thoughtfully respond, line up the octopus in a container with your familiar hand.

Yes, I'll be back ~

The customer, who finished the accounting and received the goods, leaves satisfied.

"Hey, can I have a pack of six?"

Yes, it contains 6 pieces.

Do you have any more drinks?

"Um, the drink..."

When Yoichi glanced at him, he was about to put an octopus into the dough that had been poured onto the iron plate.

"Drinks are next door."

Having noticed her gaze, Yoichi briefly looks at the liquor store stall next door.

As he followed his gaze, his eyes met with the owner of the liquor store, and he smiled and waved his hand flutteringly.

"Please have a drink next door." Ah, I've made you wait for 6 pieces inside... "

Ah, haa

I handed over the product to her softly, as if she was moving her hand while doing such an exchange.

Next one, please ~

As a result, the two of them sold their octopus at a fairly rapid pace.