Isekai Ryouridou

Business Day, Day 5.

As planned, I was building two more stalls.

But Lara-Luu and Sheila-Lu have yet to show up.

They had become a stepping stone coming directly from the settlement of Luu to this lodging town.

"It's late... if you don't come early, you're gonna make a fuss again...?

The perimeter of the stall had already been filled with Sim and Jagal customers as well as yesterday.

No, in numbers, more than yesterday?

Two guards with spears and Milan-Math are alive and well.

"It's okay.... but let's get ready as slowly as possible, right?

"Giva Burger" and "Myrmu Grill" are desirable to start selling at the same time.

But until Lara-Lu and the others bring us an iron pot, it will be difficult to sell the 'Myrmu Grill'.

This step was also the result of me twisting my head.

With regard to 'Giva Burger', tarapa sauce and patties must be filled in advance in an iron pan.

But the "Myrmu Grill" is better because you just have to carry the iron pot, so I thought I wouldn't have to bother using the iron pot at Fa's house.

The iron pot was decided to be rented from Sheila-Lou's house.

As a loan fee, Sheila-Lou is to be paid 1,5 times the price. It is the price of three Giva horns and fangs and nine red copper coins.

How did you take such action? Because it turns out that Mother Meer Ray weighs more "detention time" than "job description" for work from me.

Vina-Lou uses two hours for that travel time because he has to stop at Fa's house both to get there and back.

If the Lara-Lew's didn't stop by Fa's house, they could spend those two hours on other jobs, rather they wouldn't be commensurate with the price if they didn't, so they were going to use that time to get another job.

What I asked Lara-Rue for was a firewood collection operation.

What I asked Sheila-Lou to do was create a baked poiton.

By sharing those tasks, we were able to dramatically increase the production of food in a day.

Sixty patties for 'Giva Burger' prepared today.

Meat from "Grilled Myrmu" is the same number.

Altogether, it is 120 meals.

Whatever it takes, it'll be hard to get this sold out.

But now you can finally sit in the lodging town until you have all the time.

Even yesterday, when I prepared 70 meals, it only lasted roughly two and a half hours, but the hours I originally set were just over five hours.

Even if sales are focused first thing this morning, if you spend twice as much time as yesterday, how many of the 120 meals will be sold? Just thinking about it, I couldn't forbid the samurai tremor.

"... if that's all sold, for 240 copper coins... if it's a giva horn or fangs, how many heads would it be for...?

"If it's the horns and fangs of an adult beast, it's just for twenty heads. … However, I think that deducting all expenses will cost about 150 copies of copper coins, roughly 13."

This time around, it has been calculated.

On the other hand, if it doesn't sell as a meal, it damages seven heads of Giva. There's no way you don't calculate beforehand.

"In just one day, thirteen gibberishes... kind of distracting numbers hey...?

"No, it's just going to be hard to sell out. I'm not that desirable."

"I don't know... I just can't imagine selling it..."

With that conversation, I'm slowly and politely working on it, and I'm like, "Get out of the way!" I heard a cheerful voice from across the hedge.

This is the arrival of reinforcements.

"Sorry to keep you waiting! I'm gonna get there the time I promised, but was it too late?

This is Lara-Luu, the three women in the main house of Luu.

"It's okay," I smile back at the girl who tied her bright red hair like a ponytail.

"Maybe we got there too early. Tomorrow, I'll meet you behind the lodge."

"Oh well. Ok.... oh, it was heavy. Should I put the iron pot here?

"Yes, yes. Thank you very much, and good luck with Sheila-Lou."

"No. As long as this is it, I'll be fine," said Sheila-Lou of the branch smiling calmly.

She is a daughter with a slightly awkward atmosphere for the woodland women, with her black brown hair bound behind her back.

The baked poiton is wrapped in cloth and in a pan. And the firewood that Lara-Lew collected over two hours, the two of us distributed and carried.

Sheila-Lou has a lot of physical difficulties. If you can carry all this large baggage, it doesn't apply to the "weak woman" I know. I guess that means I'm not as powerful as the stubborn woodland women.

By the way, they were both in an accomodation town style wrapped around a vale and shawl, and that looked fresh and very good on them again.

A beautiful shade of curly skirt to the ankle fits perfectly, especially for Sheila-Lou, who has a clear appearance on the calf.

"Okay. The procedure was as explained yesterday. First, Vina-Lou and Sheila-Lou would like this' Giva Burger 'over here, and Lara-Lou would like' Myrmu Grill 'with me."

"Yes," "yes," and "yes," I get an honest reply.

While surrounded by so many human beings, I can't see how I cowered by either Lara-Luu, the first participant, or Sheila-Lu.

Are you accustomed to the people by the woods, such as raising their gaze from the people of the town?

Yesterday I went out to the settlement of Luu after business and explained this in advance, so the movement of the two newcomers was not good either.

Me and Sheila-Lou carve vegetables in each stall as we wait for the iron pan to warm up.

"For now, I'll be in charge of cooking this one. Lara-Lew, remember how to make it after baking it up."

"Yeah. Vina, if you can do it, it's an easy win."

It is a difficult comment to return.

However, if I were to say it also in the honor of Vina-Lou, she wouldn't stick around that much. In the former Kamado-numbered job, burning meat can still occur when baked dishes or other dishes are covered, but since I went down to this lodging town, I haven't made any mistakes that seem like mistakes.

"Still, you're an amazing guy. You can earn hundreds of coins a day."

And, Lara-Luu looked around at the dozens of customers without fear.

Less than 20 people on the third day of operation, just over 30 yesterday on the fourth day, and today on the fifth day - roughly just over 40, etc.

All of them are the people of Sim and Jagal.

The Sims are even quiet and noisy, and the Jagals are cute and noisy.

If you're also a traveler who passes without knowing anything, you might even think that's what Sim and Jagal, who are in a hostile relationship, have broken the ban and started fighting over.

"Okay. Sounds good to me."

In a warming iron pan, I smacked a sliced aria.

It has roughly fifteen names and more than seven arias.

That alone heightened the stiffness of the people of Jagal, but some time later, when they cast less than three kilometers of Giva meat, their voice had reached no longer the realm of cheer.

"Wow, that smells good - is this the one called Myrmu?

"That's right. It's not that expensive, so why don't you buy it at Lew's house if you like?

I laugh at Lara-Lew as she excites the tree belly so that tons of meat and aria don't burn.

Lara-Lew had her blue eyes puffed like the sea.

"Asta... Sounds like a lot of fun, huh?

"Huh? Well, do you?

"Yeah. Asta looks like she's always having fun when she's cooking, but this may be the first time she's seen a face that looks like she's having so much fun"

With that said, Lara-Lew herself was laughing with pleasant white teeth.

It makes me feel kind of embarrassed when Lara-Luu tells me something like that with the impression that the intensity of insight is proportional to the intensity of the sensitivity.

On the fifth day of business, would I finally be able to enjoy the situation?

Yesterday, for example, I felt more nervous than fun because I felt like I had managed not to make a scene.

With that in mind, when I threw the stuffy pickled juice, the aroma of Myrmu and fruit liquor exploded, causing the people of Jagal to give such a joyous voice.

"Oh, come on, man! You still don't finish the dish?

and rushes over like Milan-Mus ate a bubble.

"Yes. Another breath. I think it's time you lined up."

Milan-Math was in a hurry, but I never had any anxiety.

Sure, it was the Big Shaggy Jagals, but they weren't sticking that far off their wings, and no one tried to get a little bit out on the Sims. Somehow, out of their misalignment, I felt like I could even feel something like some sort of dominance.

The fuss two days ago was because the food was out of stock - and maybe it was something that got me ahead of a group of Sims in front of me, so my dissatisfaction exploded.

He is an intuitive Jagal people, but now he just makes his face shine with pleasure.

They all laughed so innocently, even though there seemed to be so many older people.

(If I could see your face like this, that would make it even more fun over here) and so on, I looked back at the 'Giva Burger' stall.

"Vina-Lou, are you okay there?

"Yeah, it's all right..."

"All right. Now we'll start selling! Please order for five people at a time!

Milan-Math wasn't mad at me. Which voice told me, first the people of Jagal slipped sideways.

"Lara-Luu. Just give me the merchandise in exchange for the copper coins, okay?

"Yes."

Wrap the chopped tino and the stir-fried meat in a baked poitan and hand it over to Lara-Luu from next to next.

The next five were Sims.

Next up, Jagals again.

So, fifteen pieces of meat run out while there is.

"Excuse me! Please wait!

Throw a new aria and meat into the iron pan that stays on fire.

I checked the next stall as I stirred that guy up, and Vina-Lou just said, "I'm sorry. Wait a minute..." I was just about to give you a pleasant voice.

Have you already judged twenty meals?

If you go with this one, 35 meals.

For that matter - I don't really feel like the hedge has diminished.

"Sheila-Lou, are you okay?

"Yes. So far..."

Once the first twenty are exhausted, add firewood to the firebowl and add pre-chopped tarrapa and stir-fried aria minced & fruit liquor.

I feel like I've seen it and the procedure doesn't seem to go wrong.

In the meantime, this meat was finished, so I moved it into a wooden dish, and then I called for "Vina-Lou, take turns".

I entrust Vina-Lou with the production of "Myrmou Grill" and I move to the "Giba Burger" stall.

"Good luck. Yeah, that sounds okay."

The bright red tarapa sauce boils down to a good taste.

As I was throwing crushed rock salt and pico leaves at him, the customer called me in a low voice, "Hey."

He's a bit of a young Jagal.

Probably one of the architect's members, who's been going by me every day for three days.

"Can't you do it yet? Isn't it terrible to come all the way here and scorch?

"Sorry! We're almost there!

Again, even with more manpower, this wait is the neck.

It's only the first thing in the morning that gets crowded so far, so I still can't make the decision to increase manpower just for this - but if I'm going to state my ideals, I'd just like to have a fire source separate from it for sale at this hour alone and proceed with the extra portion of cooking instead of selling it.

(But I need two more people just to carry the iron pan. It would be best if I could only borrow manpower and iron pots in the morning...... I'd have to pack some thoughts on this too)

While I was thinking about that, the tarapa sauce boiled down to a good feel, so I give it my last taste and then throw in an extra serving of patties.

"That's amazing...... I heard the story, but I didn't think it was so busy"

and Sheila-Lou has spoken that way in a small voice.

"And I'm very grateful to Asta for giving me this kind of work. Now if I can earn some copper coins, I can reduce the burden of Sin-Lu."

"No. It was Meer Ray-Lu and Donda-Lu who chose Sheila-Lu for me. I just asked you to lend me the ladies you're good at."

Not to flatter or anything, I think Sheila-Lou's cooking skills are a finger fold in Lou's settlement as well. Possible lines beside her would surely be about Raina-Lou and Meer Ray-Lou.

Her participation in the war brought me to the point of sneaking up on one ambition.

Sooner or later, I wonder if I can let the whole Lew family manage one stall - an ambition.

Of course, if you don't go through the presence of me, even one contract with Milan-Math could be difficult. If I take on that kind of trouble, it never seems impossible.

Whether it's "Gibba Burger" or "Meermoo Grill," it would soon be possible to cook at that level if it was Sheila-Lou.

Or I'd rather have a steak or grilled meat dish, scheduled after this.

If you can turn those dishes down to the bottom, you can qualify for a whole lot of sales in that stall. Screw the expenses out of that sale and get the Lew women to run the stall alone.

(Of course, I might have to see how things go on a monthly basis to get there)

I come up with this because, after all, in me, if one day I can disappear without a foretaste, this business will cease to be established - and I don't get over the potential sense of crisis like that?

But that's not the only reason.

I didn't think of it when Vina-Lou and I were alone, but this time I was going to rent Sheila-Lou and Lara-Lou, and I ended up leaving the collection of firewood and the creation of baked pointains to something a little bit backward in me.

It is a hindsight that even though we share jobs, there is a lot of bias in the distribution of wealth.

Assuming a dish sells about a hundred meals today, Fa's house can earn more than a hundred sheets of red copper coins in net profit.

In contrast, the price paid to them is six to nine pieces of copper coin.

If this difference is to say something, it would probably be "the magnitude of the responsibility".

If the Lew family is willing to shoulder this responsibility together - I wondered if they could also forge a "fight together" relationship instead of "cooperate".

(Well, it's only a future story)

That seems to have put enough fire through Pate, so I called Vina-Lou again, "Okay," he said.

"Vina-Lou, this way, please! … to resume sales. Thanks for waiting!

Back at the 'Myrmu Grill' stall, there was already only a few extra minutes of meat left.

The pedestrian walls - they seem to have finally started to thin.

"Lara-Luu, is it okay to leave the cooking and selling to you?

"Yeah, I'm fine now. Maybe I'm better than my sister Vina."

He is a sister with no mercy or mercy.

But it's reliable, it's not good.

"Then I'll leave you to it. 'Cause I'm gonna make an extra minute."

I felt like I'd seen it all the time, and there were only ten customers left.

However, there is no change in the liveliness of the customers who have purchased it, as they are also beating their tongues right behind them.

(Still, 30 meals over first thing in the morning... I guess it's a little too much momentum)

"Giva Burger" will take longer to cook for an extra minute, so customers who can no longer wait have flowed to "Myrmu Grill", I guess on the side.

But when it comes to thirty meals, it's just half of what you prepare.

"Gibba Burger" is also likely to consume a huge amount of momentum, although customers lined up with twenty extra meals right now will be judged.

At this rate - do you really have five hours left?

When I thought about it that way, my back creaked.

I transferred the newly roasted meat into a wooden dish and poured the boiled juice down onto it.

"Asta, stay! Two!" and that is where Tara comes in.

My little head is everywhere while I'm stuck with the Sims and Jagals.

"Hey, thanks for every day. Two for today, huh?

"Yeah! The cloth shop and the uncles of the pot shop! Tara eats the buckwheat!

"Is Dora's father" Giva Burger "too?

Tara's eyebrows dropped a little sad when I asked her first, even about Sims and Jagal's customers.

"Dad said he didn't want to eat today. I haven't been well in the morning."

"Huh? Are you not feeling well?

"I don't know. He says he'll probably be okay tomorrow..."

At the tip of its nose, which is grumpy, Lara-Luu pokes a freshly formed 'Myrmu Grill'.

"Yes, four copper coins in two."

"Thanks!... Ah, nice to meet you!

"Huh? Oh, yeah? Nice to meet you..."

Tara grins, grinning at Lara-Luu, who makes her eyes black and white.

Amongst the taras, it seems that the fear of the people around the woods has also eased a lot.

I'm saddened from the depths of my heart that Tara didn't have to encounter Mida-Sun yesterday.

"Tara, I'll go buy vegetables again when the store's over. Tell Dora's father I said hi."

"Yeah! I'll see you then!

Tara rushes.

The next person to show up was Mr. Aldas, the architect.

"Hey. I fell asleep a little bit today. … hey, is this the new product?"

"Oh, thank you! Thank you every time. Would you like to try it?

Speaking of which, everyone had bought the 'Myrmu Grill' more unconditionally, so I even forgot to serve a wooden dish for tasting.

"I'm fine. But get ready for these people over here," about four Jagals advanced on the top of the Buddha as Mr. Aldas tilted his big body to the side.

I can hardly remember my face because of the large number of customers that come every day - the small, elderly Jagals at the head of it clearly recognized me.

The architect's bundler, "Hey."

On the second day of business, this is Jen, who denied "Gibba Burger" altogether.

"... you came! Thanks!

"Hmm. Aldas worships me so much, I just came and did it. Whatever flavoring you do, Giva meat would be Giva meat, though? Why do you have to go all the way out here to feel uncomfortable? Totally good annoyance."

The tongue is as good as ever when it comes to machine guns.

That's how the old man looked around with his badly glowing green eyes.

"There are so many big idiots in the world who don't know how to taste. If Gibba meat is all you care about, you should always chase Gibba around in the woods. That would also reduce damage to the western fields. Hey, I'm starving to death. End this farce and let me go get a caron."

"Yes! Please wait a moment!

I pulled a wooden plate for tasting out of the bag, transferred just a little freshly baked meat that was still hot and served with four claw branches.

"Hmm," he snorts, and the old man puts his hands up first.

While I watched it sideways, I rubbed "Meermoo Grill" for Mr. Aldas.

Lala-Lou, who knows nothing about the situation, looks down on the ladies.

An old man threw a piece of meat in his mouth.

The other three also imitate it with a sense of duty.

"Wow, this guy is delicious too!," Mr. Aldas gave me a voice of joy.

"I couldn't wait to smell it, but this guy is fantastic! I thought you couldn't serve any better food than that tarapa one, but this one made a mistake. Tomorrow, I'll let you buy this one."

"Thank you!

Behind them were still Shim customers, so I couldn't stop them.

In my heart, I'm stealing the look out of your face. Thoughtfully chewing the meat, the look on the face of the old man remains grumpy.

"... No, this is it," the young Jagal who stood in its place snapped in a low voice.

My heart is lifting.

"Oh, no," said the older Jagal, shaking his neck beside him, too.

After all - can't you?

Three days after that, I never met a Jagal dissatisfied with face to face besides them. After all, they can't do anything that doesn't work.

But still, thanks to them, I was able to focus on something called "strong flavoring."

I suppose this' Myrmu grill 'could be an effective dish as we welcome as customers the people of the west who are resistant to Giva meat.

It's a shame you couldn't please the ladies, but even if you persevere any longer, it will surely be difficult to guide you through the good results.

Feeling more like a little loneliness than remorse, I tried to say "sorry".

but Mr. Aldas said, "What can't you do? Wouldn't that be unscrupulously tasty?" I was wiped out by a shout that included a laugh.

"Meermoo Grill" and you are already extremely happy.

Then one elderly man, who would remain silent until then, pounded his shoulder with a bitter laugh.

"Oh man, let's give it up already. He can't do this."

Still, the old man is silent.

Or how long have you been chewing?

Is it an appeal that meat like this is too hard to bite?

If you could tell me again what the specific grievances are, I'd be very grateful - and when I just tried to get myself out for a moment.

The first, "No, no, no, no, no, no," a crushed young Jagal stopped by the stall.

And.

A red copper coin is offered.

"I didn't like that messy meat, but this guy was delicious. Sell me one, too."

"Huh?... Ah, yes!

I rush to grab the roasted Poitan.

Then another Jagal has also offered a copper coin.

"Me too, I said it wasn't tasty then, but the truth is, I originally just didn't like tarapa. I don't think Gibba's meat is bad enough."

"Oh, thank you"

While creating a new "Myrmu Grill," I steal the old man again.

The Jagal, who was slapping his old man on the shoulder, caught his head with his thick fingers, with a bitter laugh.

"I didn't like the smell of that meat. The meat I just ate didn't bother me at all. Hey, is that really Giva's meat, too?

"Yes, it's not the same area or flavor, but it's giva meat"

"Right. Well, it sure doesn't look like it's Kimmus if it's not Caron. This guy can't do it. surrender.... hey sell me one too"

"Thank you," I tried to say.

The voice was like, "Don't be ridiculous! ♪ I was wiped out by the rage ♪

That's how the old man approached slightly and slammed his palm against the stall table.

"Hey, what the hell is this guy talking about?!?

"Hey, what is it...?

"... the taste, smell and touch of teeth, everything is completely different. Can you believe such absurdity that this is the same giva meat"

Sugu's voice returned to its usual volume, but still seemed unscrupulous and unhappy.

"Er... this previous dish was one that I chopped meat on and then rounded it back up, so that's why the texture is different. As for flavor and smell, I marinated it with fruit liquor or meermou so that I could suppress the strong crunch of Giva meat before cooking it."

I let him answer like that, lumping in the three people who were offered copper coins.

"Is this sweetness the sweetness of fruit liquor? I see. Speaking of which, how much more precious is sugar than salt in Genos," he responded, an elderly Jagal who was not an old man.

"There are many salty flavors in Genos. Many of these sweets will delight in flavoring.... At least, I love it"

"Oh, thank you"

The three, except for the old man, were laughing somewhat embarrassingly.

Such a lad took one.

And the old man - he still looks like a chunk of dissatisfaction while forming right in front of the stall.

"... oh man. I don't know what you're so unhappy with, but if you stick around like that forever, you're gonna get in the way of business, okay?

"Oh, I'm still fine now. It looks like our customers just broke up."

If you still have any opinions, I would have liked to hear them.

It is difficult to increase the contribution any more, but if there is room for improvement, I would like to make improvements.

In the meantime, 'Myrmu Grill' is handed to the three Jagals from Lara-Luu's hand.

"Oh, yummy, really!

"Right. This guy tastes really good."

"I can't believe Giva's meat tastes so good. No one will believe me if I go home and tell everyone."

The three Jagals had a truly satisfying smile on their faces, just like their former compatriots.

Then.

After the words, the old man finally opened his mouth.

"... can you prove that this is Giva's meat, you?

"Huh?"

I'm screwed.

"You didn't let Giva judge you in front of you. Can't you prove that this is really Giva's meat?

"You've said something strange again. At least this isn't Kimmus or Karon's meat, is it?

Even if Mr. Aldas takes it badly, he won't give up.

"I guess the Mountains of Morga not only have Giva, but also Geez and Mundt? Not that this meat is giva."

Then, now a member who was twitching 'Myrmu Grill' behind the old man complained, "Don't let me hear that name in the middle of the meal," he said.

"That's right, man. Don't give me that name in a place like this. Can you eat meat from these people?"

"Then there are also madalama serpents and Valve wolves!

"You know... if the meat of those people who eat humans is so good, it would be stranger than the meat of Giva being delicious? What you're saying is impotent, mister."

As I looked back, that is what Mr Aldas said.

Then, "... well," his sense of strength suddenly disappeared from the snapping old man's voice.

Big green eyes look at me quietly.

"So this is really giva meat...?

"Yes, all the meat before this and today's meat is Giva's meat."

The mood of the old man remains completely unreadable, and I give him a nod.

Dad took a deep sigh.

"... I was wrong"

"Yes?"

"I said Giva's meat tasted bad. My words were wrong. It's true that I thought the meat before this tasted bad, but today's meat tasted good to death. It wasn't Giva's meat that made the meat taste bad, but yours."

Maybe that's true.

I have no idea why your old man is so smashed.

"I only like carons with thinly sliced legs."

"Huh? Oh, oh, yes"

"Kimmus' boiled meat, for example, is out of the question. Kimus taste best baked"

"Yes......"

"Was that just the story that Giva's meat also has a delicious and not"

And the old man sighed like the end of the world again.

"Yet I've said absurd things such as that I'm not worth eating for giva meat, etc.... embarrassed by my stupidity additions and subtractions"

"Oh, don't worry about that, customer!

Will the emotional Jagal people be like this when they are depressed?

I panic a lot.

"You know, if it's such an unusual dish, the idea was to intrigue everyone in Accommodation Town, but I'm sure there was one side to it that people who mouth Giva meat for the first time didn't deserve it. … because the customer gave it to me clearly, I was able to realize that I wasn't there."

"But..."

"When it comes to flavoring, it's the same thing. No one else clearly complained, so to me, it was like I was being advised."

I didn't know if exposing my mood like this was the right thing to do, but I couldn't help but say.

"Though I felt very sorry for myself when they said it was unpleasant. That made me feel like I needed to twist my head more. We are very grateful to our customers"

"... well," the old man snapped low.

"Thanks to you, now I feel sorry for you."

"Ah... no, I'm sorry..."

"It wouldn't be like apologizing. Even I admit I was wrong, but I'm not gonna bow my head to you, am I?

That's what I said, now I slapped the table lightly.

So, when the old man put his hands down.

There, two red copper coins were placed.

"If it's such a delicious dish, I'll pay you a copper coin. It's my job right after this, so make it right."

Saying it that way, the old man laughed at me with a face that finally regained its original flutter.