Horizontally dropping off crude looking men rushing through street streets, it's a case! My right hand, which raised my chest thinking I was a bad habit of things, was snatching the bottom of a pot of meat potatoes as if nothing had happened.
The location is a stall street rental shop located in a painting of the big city there.
Time is roughly past noon.
It's already been about 3 weeks after the Artel Hall where a lot happened.
A party led by my beloved brave man said he would attend the Toyota Festival in this city as a guest and then head further west.
Returning to the story, what I do until I rent a rental store is an essential fundraising position for a journey that has nothing to do with it. I got in touch with Ish and said, "Apparently I'm going to be in that city for about half a month," so I thought I'd rent a store or something. Then for two weeks, I'm here selling my daily dishes, waiting for the brave party to leave.
According to wind rumors, your nobleman's son, who is ruling this city, likes the brave man at first sight, as usual, and uses his hand to prevent him from leaving. On the contrary, he also managed to obstruct his descent into the city, so that I stopped seeing the brave man, and all that time had passed.
Exactly, it is against his fashion to stay in the same place for nearly a month without much request, and as a result of serious discussions, he managed to reconcile himself with the other party by saying that the stay was until the Toyota Festival.
Finally, tomorrow is the Toyota Festival.
The arrowheads that I was making while I wanted to see the brave man soon became a little more popular.
So we ran into an earlier scene about hiding Beryl running away from the tough guys.
--Yeah. I knew this kid was a beautiful girl, no matter where she looked from. Even in cooking attire.
That's why I'm here when I start juggling in a small bowl.
"Is it okay to ask why?
"... hungry"
"If it's okay with me"
I felt my gaze nailed to my meat potatoes for my unchallenged voice, and I offered him an approximate small bowl and a fork. The girl who receives it doesn't hesitate to poke the fork where the slices of meat and potatoes overlap in a good way and just "fu" it and throws it straight into her mouth.
"... tastes like I've never eaten. But surprisingly delicious."
"Thank you for that"
Give Beryl a cup of tea.
When I take out the new ingredients, I arrange them on a washed slab and chop them to their usual size. What are you gonna do? If you ask me, the answer is simple. Plant new meat potatoes in an empty pot.
Anyway, the gaze that is poured here and there at the edge of the sight is max.
To a pretty girl in cooking clothes, to be exact.
Hot snacks are poured from people crossing the street and other stall sellers - especially men.
Store owner, Hayayo Rankai!! Me, how many demo buy ini lines ku! (=_=) zi --- >
It is.
I feel a great passion (Patos) for meat potatoes.
—— I have no choice. That wish, let me fulfill it (nigga)
I, who can read the air properly, speak to the girl next door while hiding the evil laugh.
"I'm going to be busy, so can I have a little help? It would be helpful if you could give it to the customer, as it would move the approximate one towards Beryl. Oh, can I calculate the money?
I thought she would say no, and she nodded cocklessly and showed her willingness to roll her sleeves around.
I usually pretend to be careless, just like my party member, Sorol.
Is it a thank you that I hid earlier? Apparently impressed with his unexpectedly instrumental personality, he accidentally looked up at this one and opened his mouth.
"... because I will help you to the store. Here, I want more. Stay another night."
Hear that.
Exhaling so much, I looked up to heaven.
—— Oh, my God. The beautiful girl was a solid, delicious, bony character...