Isekai Ryouridou

We're ready to go.

The iron pan packed with dishes is covered with a lid sewn with waterproof rubber nokimodo leaves behind a large cloth, which is tightly sealed with Fibach's cranberry.

Baked Poitan, Tino and Aria twirl each in a clean cloth, in a bag for vegetables.

A large wooden slab for agitation, a small wooden slab for removal, a slab made of grigi wood, two wooden dishes, and a santoku knife are also enclosed in the same bag.

In the other bag, plenty of firewood, smaller bamboo, lana leaves for fire.

Plus, 30 red copper coins exchanged for change and two white copper coins to be paid to the head of the outdoor area. He's already hung it in a cloth bag on his hips.

Perfect.

washing and the management of food depots. Clean up the knife care and the morning job of collecting firewood and pico leaves, the time is just in the middle of dawn and Jomtien.

All you have to do is wait for Vina-Lou to arrive.

"Finally," Ai-Fa said.

"Oh, finally," I respond.

"First thing we need to do is cut through the last ten days."

"Oh. Crazy to death, I'll do my best!

"You've been living this life for ten days."

"If it's over in ten days, it doesn't make much sense."

"I'm going to spend ten days with the eldest sister of the Lew family."

"Hmm?"

"Well, good luck"

"Ooh, good luck!

"There are deed promises."

"No! There's nothing like that!

I looked back at Ai-Fa with dismay.

"Hey, why are you whispering back to me now? You didn't even change your complexion when you decided to help Vina-Lou!

Ey-fa put his hand on my shoulder with his expression on his face.

"Don't disturb me. Just kidding."

"Ugh..."

"You do your job. I do my job"

And Ai-Fa shewed a very soft light in his eyes, with his soaked face.

"... waiting for your safe return"

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Together with Vina-Lou, who appeared on the street of the carving, we used Grigi's stick to carry iron pots and also over the valley of terror, we arrived in the lodging town.

First, Kimmus's Tail Pavilion.

Turn to the back of the inn with the guide of Milan-Math, the owner of the store, and meet the stalls that will be painful for the next ten days.

"... but not to tarnish or break"

I lovingly said yes to my father on the top of the Buddha in the morning.

Vina-Lou turns that way with an unfamiliar face.

It is a mobile stall with a car.

The height is two meters and the width is one and five meters. Depth is about 80 cm. The skeleton is of course made of round-tailed, with a rainfall of skin over the head.

The front and side walls are made of splitting plates up to about the height of the belly, and only the back walls have pull-open doors.

When I opened the door, it was cavity inside and the back of the wall was stunningly painted with clay.

And it is the deep bowl at the bottom, shaped like seven wheels, that sits in it.

Burn the fire in this bowl and warm the iron pan.

Setting the pan on a round, hollow ceiling fills the top gap perfectly.

Smoke has an empty vent at the foot of the right side that is built to escape it.

It is a very simple structure.

Well, it's simple and there's no trouble.

"All right. Can I get you a stall loan fee and a place fee?"

I nodded and handed over two white copper coins.

"Well, then, come on."

Out on the street under your father's lead.

This was the first time I had visited Inn Town before Jomtien, but the busy conditions were like a 30% reduction in the afternoon.

Still, when me and Vina-Lou push the gobble and the stall, a huge amount of gaze flies.

They were all bewildered, surprised and suspicious gazes as to why the people of the woods were pushing the stalls, etc.

yellowbrown skin people.

ivory skinned people.

Black skinned people.

White skinned people.

People in different shades are really staring at us all the same.

It is a golden combination of me, the exotic, who is dressed in woodland outfits, and Vina-Lou, the people of woodland and yet the righteousness of colour. Because they are pushing stalls and so on, those who can ignore them may not have existed as one.

"I don't like it... it seems like it's getting more attention than usual..."

"That's okay. Isn't it just the publicity?

This would at least convey the reputation of "people by the woods opening something" from the corner of the lodging town to the corner.

Half the chill, I saw something scary, so I just pray that one or many humans will gather together.

Through the inn area and reaching the outdoor area, most shops had already begun to do business.

Those people, too, join the passers-by and jump out of sight.

Too far down the street with a cool face is about Totos the Fearbird.

"Hey. You really have to start."

I was called out on the way.

Of course he's a vegetable dealer, Dora's father.

"Yes. For now, ten days, thank you."

Milan-Math wouldn't stop me, so I let him bow his head as I pushed the stall.

Further north as I was dropped off by my father's, much lighter smile.

It was precisely in the outdoor area that I was guided.

It is the northernmost part of the space, where the left and right woods of the street are cut open for dewstores.

Position, standing north, right hand side.

If I open two or three more dewstores, I'll hit the groves. Well, if that happens, we'll cut through the woods more and more. At any rate, at this stage, the end of the outdoor area is also the end.

The crowd is a lot less.

The space on the front of the street is deserted.

The neighbor was an old man spreading some flashy ornament on a cloth, and when he saw us, he was as pompous as a child.

"Every decision, as I explained yesterday. Protect me especially strictly that I don't raise my voice and bring in guests, and that I don't burn fire outside that bowl.... and if you see someone doing that, make sure you report it to me"

"Copy that. Thank you for everything."

"Hmm.... and then, that's a sign. Hey, what am I supposed to write on the sign?

"Huh? Is that a sign?

Sure, the stall was hung with signs, but the symbol "Kimmus's Tail Pavilion" or hieroglyphics are just engraved on the bottom right corner, later blank.

"If you didn't write anything on the sign, you wouldn't even know what you're selling, though? What am I supposed to write?

Saying, his father took the little leather bag he was lowering from his waist and began to loosen the strings in his mouth.

The contents are green loose liquid with a small brush-like stick penetrated.

It smells a little sticky on my nose, but I also feel a little blue.

Maybe it's paint of plant origin.

"Then I figured...... is it 'Giva'?

"... that would be the only way," he breathed, and his father began to write a huge symbol with that brush and paint.

It is a symbol that combines an oval shape with a curve, and somehow the rounding of four lines stretched over the top is invisible to the corners and fangs of Giva.

"Oh. Sounds like a giva to me."

"... be sure to return the stall to the store every day. I'll make sure you're not hurt."

"Yes, because I plan to pull it up much earlier than dusk"

At the end of the day, he said, "Hmm," again, and then Dad walked away.

Your neighbor's old man is still watching us with his pompous eyes.

"Well, let's get ready."

I asked Vina-Lou to help me, and first I decided to unseal the cranberry that was sealing the iron pot.

When the cloth and rubber nokimodo lids are taken away that way, Vina-Lou gives a pleasant voice, "Wow..."

"I thought you smelled like tarapa... this is shichi...?

"No. You can't spend that much time or food, so this is just tarapa sauce."

Still, I use two whole tarapas, so the bright red sauce is shaking up to about the sixth minute of the giant iron pan.

"Then I'll light a fire. Vina-Lou, can you keep that bag open?

Side by side with Vina-Lou corresponding to "Ha," I light a fire in the bowl with Lana leaves.

The pan was completely cold, so I let Gungan burn it first.

Given the size of this bowl and the distance from the mouth to the pan, the firepower will fall even further than the simple kamado used in that feast, so until the heat turns throughout the pan, we'll have to attack it with a high fire anyway.

I've held as much firewood as I can hold, but I probably won't hold it until the end of this. In that case, firewood would be sourced from the woods behind and across. For that matter, it's a bamboo.

Opening hours were scheduled to last roughly more than five hours.

It was in the middle of dawn and Jomtien that I left the house, and it was in the middle of Jomtien and sunset that I went home. It is a number minus the two hours it takes to travel from there.

My brain clock says dawn is 6: 00, Jomtien is 12: 00, and the sunset is 7: 00. The feeling is that the store opens at 10: 00 a.m. and closes at 15: 30 p.m.

"Yeah... now, but it doesn't seem strange... I never dreamed I'd be on the side of selling things in the lodging town. Wow..."

"I agree with you on that, but, well, Vina-Lou would think extra because we've been spending different years by the woods,"

Maybe Donda-Lou knew Vina-Lou had a vision for life outside the woods, and that's why he appointed her as my help?

No, if I knew that kind of mood, would I stop wanting to go outside on the other hand?

But anyway, the look on Vina-Lou's face today seemed brighter and more innocent than usual.

"But I wonder if I can really sell it... this one, not many people at all...?

"Well, that's the end of the lodging town."

Those who come from the north and come into the city of lodging, and those who leave the town of lodging and go to the end of the north. I can barely see people or anything like that for shopping purposes, so much so that I can see them coming and going.

"Ma, it's your first day, so let's not overfeel it. It's like showing your face today and tomorrow."

It can't be rumoured because the people by the woods are selling Giva meat dishes and so on. How many of them come to peek at the store out of curiosity? First, that's the first lifeline.

The puffy and tarapa sauce just started to sound adorable, so I decided to stir the contents with a wooden slab I received from Vina-Lou.

"Vina-Lou. I'd like you to replace this stirring later, but there's a lot of hamburgers sinking in here, so be careful not to crush it."

"Okay. Wow.... Still, it doesn't smell good... I'm going to be hungry at this hour..."

"Oh, if you're going to be eaten, try one later"

Vina-Lou shines his eyes in my words.

"Are you sure?... 'Cause this must be a sale...?

"Hey, first you have to know about the taste of what you sell yourself. I've made more for that."

Vina-Lou, who was crouching on the other side of the stall and clamping the contents of the bag, stood up and snuck up to me as he did.

I had a very nasty feeling that Vina-Lou was just grabbing a bunch of cloths from my hips.

"Happy wow... Thanks, Asta..."

"Yes, no. This is part of my job."

This was also the case when preparing the feast, but it seems that this Vina-Lou is still not willing to extend to an impudent imitation in the course of his work either. After all, they are people by the woods.

Then - as a partner at work, I might be able to do it well.

"Okay. I guess I'm getting pumped warm. Then, please stir."

On the workbench beside the pan, prepared so sorry, lay a slab of black grigi, with Tino and Aria, and also a wooden dish and a santoku knife.

Tino is a lettuce vegetable that is fluffy and overlapping with leaves like a rose.

However, the texture is closer to the cabbage. I chopped one of those big leaves into pieces.

Aria slices thin and thin when using onions.

If you have finished cutting, transfer to a wood dish and mix thoroughly.

And if you also spread the baked poiton unwrapped from the cloth wrap over the workbench, you're all set.

"Nothing hard at all, but remember Vina-Lou also how to make it"

"Oh... that's a lot smaller Poitan..."

"Yes, because I only use about half a poiton on one sheet"

I usually bake two poitans at Lew's house as well, so it should have been about 30 cm in diameter.

So, only a quarter of that amount is used, and this baked poiton is about 14 or 5 centimeters in diameter at best.

It is more fluffy and baked than before because of the mixing of ghigos, about 1,5 cm thick.

She is as loving as an English muffin with a cream colour.

"Lay Tino and Aria tightly over this little poitan. Is the guideline slightly thinner than Poitan? And on top of that, I'm going to put a hamburger on it."

Saying, when I squeezed the hamburger in the pan flat, Vina-Lou again said, "Oh..."

Usually it would be because an oval shaped hamburger was shaped like a beautiful mandarin.

The weight is 180 grams in nominal terms.

It has a diameter of 12 cm and a thickness of 3 cm.

Place the guy, all over bright red tarapa sauce, on top of a chiseled tino, and cover him with a new poitan on top.

It is the completion of "Gibba Burger".

"Isn't that easy? Come on, go ahead."

Receive a wood bell for agitation from Vina-Lou and try to offer 'Giba Burger' instead.

"... I don't know..."

"Yes?"

"Kind of looks so delicious..."

"It's delicious. I love it."

"... it's not dinner, so I guess I don't have to dedicate my prayer words...?

"Isn't that okay? I don't know."

Kind of Vina-Lou stood up with the sesame for a while, just saying it was a waste of time to eat.

but eventually, as I decided to, I opened my fleshly lips-

I grabbed "Gibba Burger".

"Be careful not to spill it, right? You'd better hold it sideways."

I nod and eat it with a puff.

It turns out that this was a tasting session with Ai-Fa in the last three days or so. The way the woodland ladies gripped the burger with both hands and cheeked it deliciously...... it was, in fact, a lovely thing.

Nor was the loving nature of the usually cool eye-fa, but Vina-Lou, a chunk of adulty charm, seems, well, somehow, to take no pull.

Eventually after the tasting, Vina-Lou grabbed my hips all over again, nagging for a moment.

"... delicious..."

"Oh, really? That's good!

Perhaps Vina-Lou would also double his attraction if he behaved a little younger rather than giving me a flush or twisting my body.

Well, if I analyze something like that, no one gets it.

"What do you think? Is it going to sell?"

"I don't know about that... If this isn't delicious, people in town wouldn't deserve to eat Giva meat..."

I feel the same way about Ai-Fa.

But I don't think that much.

Although I chose this' Giva Burger 'as my first weapon to be unexpected. This is a so-called change sphere.

If a dish similar to a burger doesn't exist in this town, it would surprise you, too. I still think we also need the power of simple dishes such as steak and BBQ to make people know how delicious Giva meat really is.

Besides, hamburgers take time to make patties, and I can only bring in about twenty at most in the size of this iron pan. The calculation stands that if the baked patties are transported in another container and the reduced sauce is cooked locally, well up to forty pieces can be handled somehow. Until now, this is just the first pitch to attack Accommodation Town.

When it comes to snacks, hamburgers are an extremely cheap idea. With Kimmus meat buns at the head, I think it's in line with the breeze, as snacks in this accommodation town seem to be dominated by a combination of meat, vegetables and carbohydrates.

And Tarapa has a pretty strong scent. If forceful calling is prohibited, this "fragrance" thing becomes more important than usual. This fragrance, simmered with flavoured vegetable aria and fruit liquor, will greatly stimulate the appetite center of people on the road.

If this "Gibba Burger" has ever called for a reputation, I will step up the menu - or, conversely, switch to a simple menu, with the prospect of taking the stage and conveying the delicacy of Gibba meat.

First of all, in the last ten days, which steps to proceed to.

Personally, by the last day, I will be judging about 20 to 30 meals, and I wonder if I will be able to reveal a new menu in the next 10 days.

Today, only ten pieces are prepared to save money on ingredients.

A really small amount, but if I could sell this out on the first day, it would be superior first.

"Okay, so it's time to start the fight!

And I proclaimed, at that moment.

Tons, and something knocked on the skin roof.

And.

Suddenly, as if heaven had broken, rain.

Vina-Lou quickly grabbed me a bag of stuff under the roof, even as I gave him a voice with no sense of urgency.

It is a scorching, heavy rain that is familiar to the forest.

Well, I guess it's the same weather conditions around here because I'm only an hour away on foot and which distance.

But...

Just like when I got off, the scowl stopped perfectly and abruptly, after that.

Even the people walking down the street had disappeared from our sights without a trace.