Isekai Ryouridou

The first half of the war is over.

Even so, I just cut through the first fierce rush of the morning, and it's only been about an hour in time.

"Gibba Burger" is a thirty-four meal.

"Myrmu Grill," sold 37 meals.

Compared to yesterday, it is more than 1,5 times as high a pace.

The rest of "Gibba Burger," 26 meals.

The rest of "Myrmu Grill" is 23 meals.

And, even while I'm on that account, a fluttering Sim customer tastes "Myrmu Grill" before buying it.

And.

There are some strange shadows at this time, which is usually less crowded.

I didn't get more passers-by.

There's a crowd in the stone streets.

They were all western people with yellowbrown or ivory skin.

There is a group gathered at the edge of the road, hissing and exchanging words.

There are girls looking for this one while searching for products at the nearby ornament store.

I have a father standing in the middle of the road and staring at me.

Until now, large numbers of wild horses had gathered every morning, but they disappeared with the guards and Milan-Math at the same time as customers from the south and east scattered.

That was the same today. As a result, several dozen people remain without a place.

Finally - even for the people of the west, our shop must have turned out to be unseen.

Why are the people of the south and east so obsessed with the cooking of giva meat, etc.? That's weird and I can't wait, I'm sure.

Father and others who look scared and scowl at this one may be peers or something.

"Nah, I'm hitting on you. No way, you're not staying like this forever after this, are you, Asta?

"Yeah. It's only after Jomtien that there will be more crowds. When you earn a stall, if it's true, it's coming."

But I guess the people of the east and south are gathering me first thing in the morning for fear of selling out. After today, if you can stay well open until noon, your feet must be a little more bulky.

If only we could stay open until noon.

"Hmm, I wonder if 'Meermoo Grill' should have been ready for more. I didn't expect to sell nearly forty in the morning alone..."

"That's why I told you...? I'm sure they'll sell out today, before the hour..."

"But it's really just the south and east guys who come and buy it. What? The people of the west, you just came to buy a chick, didn't you?

Saying, Lara-Lew looks around the street with a slightly irritating eye.

"What are they staring at when they're not even willing to buy it? I don't feel well."

"That's fine with me. First of all, I can't get you interested, and I can't even get you to give me a tasting. If you try me, it's a big step forward."

"Hmm," but it is still Lara-Luu who doesn't seem convinced.

"Well. Looks like the customer's legs have settled down, so how about a tasting while we're at it? Not hungry yet?

"Yeah... well, if they smell this good, my stomach is peppery, but come on. If you have too much, why don't you sell it to the people in town?

"You don't have to worry about it because it's not too much, it's just something I've prepared for tasting. I've been baking the poiton for that matter."

As I said, I asked him to take the poiton out of the wrap.

"Wow, what's that? You're so tiny!

"Yeah. This is a poiton for employees"

It is a 10-cm diameter baked poiton, not a single turn smaller than for "Giva Burger". The thickness is also diluted and I only use maybe a third of the poitan.

"Say hello to your store number. Because I can do it right away."

Thus, from the leather bag for the patties, an even smaller 8 cm size patty is removed.

The diameter is 8 cm but the thickness is about 2 cm, so it is by the way and I really love it.

I'll warm him up in an iron pan, and then I'll rub two mini-sized Gibba Burgers in.

"Yes, please wait. The customer's eyes are shining today, so would you mind eating a little away from the stall?

"Thank you.... Sounds very tasty?

Sheila-Lou smiles happily.

Returning to the "Myrmu Grill" stall and passing it to Lara-Luu, she laughed "Hihi to" like Rud-Luu.

That's how you two move into the free space on the right hand side and start enjoying your tastings - you know, Vina-Lou stared at me with sad eyes.

"There's also a proper Vina-Lou share, so be patient now. There's no way the three of us are leaving the stall at all, is there?

"Huh... can I eat too...?

"Yes. Until yesterday, I was done stuffing, but it's about more manpower, and let's eat well. From now on, I will prepare something for you every day."

When I responded that way, Vina-Lou came up with his right hand full from a position more than two meters away.

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

You won't get that. Hey.

Or is it also a promise that you have to bore my clothes when you're happy?

With that in mind, I set the firebowl I left out on the 'Myrmu Grill' stall to reheat the meat and aria that was left on the wood plate.

So, I also did this using a 10 cm size poiton and rubbed a little 'meermoo grill'.

"Lara-Lew, it's my first day. Why do you want me to eat both, do you think I can still eat them?

Then Lara-Lew came running over and pulled me off my back and said, "You're set to be eaten!," he declared.

I guess it's friendly skinship if you try Lara-Luu, but it's quite painful.

After that, me and Vina-Lou ate one meal at a time and filled their bellies, but in the meantime, a single Jagal bought one of the 'Myrmu roasts'.

However, it feels that the people of the west who wander on the side of the road are twitching and increasing their numbers.

Since I am forbidden to raise my voice aloud or leave the stall to bring in customers, I wondered if you could manage to come any closer, and a recognisable group approached me from the north side of the street.

It is a bunch of skinned cloaks with only five people.

Four of them head to the 'Gibba Burger' stall, and only one stops at this side of the stall.

When I removed the hood, it was Schmiral from the Silver Pot, after all.

"Asta. It's late."

"Welcome! Buy it?

"No. Today, the dishes over there, in order"

Really? Yesterday I ate 'Myrmu Grill' and from today on it was Schmiral who had declared that I would be buying alternately.

So, why are you on this side of the street?

"Store owner, asta, say hello."

I'll take that.

After meeting Lara-Lew on her first face, Schmiral's black eyes are pointed all the way towards the workbench.

"... that knife"

"Yes?"

"It's a form I've never seen. West?

"No, it's my home sword."

"Hometown, where are you?

"... It's a country called Japan. I've never heard of a country like that, and everyone always tells me,"

"Hon. I don't know."

While exchanging words with me, Schmiral's eyes remained anchored to the Sandeok knife the whole time.

"That knife, it's beautiful. See more, okay?

"Huh?... No, I was wondering if it would be a little bad to let customers touch the utensils they use in their dishes"

"Touch, it's not necessary. Look, okay?

What is wrong with this?

Nothing. I don't have any doubts about this shmiral named Chan, but I don't have to feel anxious because I'm a Sim people who doesn't represent my emotions at all.

I got lost for about a few seconds and then grabbed the sandalwood pattern, dressed with the blade tip pointing directly down, and let it hang at the height of my chest.

Long Schmiral falls back a little and stares at Sandeok Knife's full body.

"... beautiful. It's great technology."

"Thank you"

"I use it important, I know. Great tool, don't take care of it, great, it will go away"

I wasn't the one who used this important.

Of course, even I intend to mobilize all my knowledge and experience to take careful care of it with the unusable grinding wheel of this world - for twenty years, it was my father who took care of this sandwich knife.

I was about to be dragged out of my sentimental feelings by some unscrupulous impotence, so I silently let the santoku knife go back on the workbench.

"Iron, jagal, famous. Jagal, iron, a lot. Sims, iron, less."

"Oh, really?"

"Sims, iron, precious. So iron, it's important."

Saying, Schmiral took one short knife out of the inside of the skin cape.

It is a short knife of more than 20 cm, housed in a black leather sheath.

They are the same size as santoku knives, but they are likely to be about twice as wide.

The pattern is made of black wood and you can see the whirlpool pattern carved out loudly.

"Iron, important. Sims, knifemakers, life, breathe in."

Even if there is abundance of iron, isn't that the profession of forging?

But - I did feel some sign from that knife that I could catch my heart.

"We, the sword, Genos, are selling"

"Oh, this knife is also a product"

"Iron, knife, jagal, famous. But, Sims, knives, excellent."

Hmm. Is it a sense of confrontation for the Sims who don't represent emotions?

Schmiral blinks the eye of the cleavage as if only slightly bewildered.

"Genos, cook, sim, knife, use, a lot"

"Cook...?" And so I finally pinned.

There is no professional cook in this lodging town.

The only thing that exists is inside the stone walls.

"Maybe this is a cooking knife?

"Yes."

"Are you guys, possibly - doing business in the castle town of Genos as well?

"Yes."

Speaking of which, the Schmirals have now walked from the northern direction.

Besides, the members of the Silver Pot who visited my shop on the first day of business also walked in from the north.

Were they all on their way home from the castle town of Genos on the north side?

"... Are all the cooks in Castle Town in Genos using Sim's sword?

"Guys, no. But it's a lot."

"May I see that knife for a moment?

Then, Schmiral was able to relieve his mouth just a little.

"Asta, I'll have a look, I'm glad"

And they give me the knife pattern.

It doesn't matter what kind of knife the Castle Town cooks use.

And also, there's no way that I, the apprentice cook, can tell the good or the bad of the blade that much.

But.

I knew this knife was intriguing to me when Schmiral, who regarded his father's santoku knife as wonderful, just took it out to say it was Sim's country's pride.

Pull out of the black leather sheath, breathing a little.

It was 20 centimetres long, 8 centimetres wide, which was a single-edged knife.

The blade line has not been reversed, and the body is almost rectangular in shape.

The thickness is a little thinner than the used santoku knife.

Since the tip of the peak is slightly rounded, the shape resembled a sickle-shaped thin blade knife that is preferred in Kansai.

The silver sashimi is beautiful.

And this one is carved on the side of the knife with such a delicate whirlpool pattern that you wouldn't know if you didn't look closely.

Even if you touch it, it's so thin that you can't feel any irregularities at all.

This doesn't seem to have any strange effect on the cross-section of ingredients.

"... a cooking knife for vegetables."

"Yes."

It's a single blade, and this is the only thin blade, so I guess that's true.

Anyway, I thought it was a beautiful knife.

Besides, the tree pattern, which is very similar to that of sandalwood, is also really tight to the fingertips.

"Please, hang up"

"Huh? It's for sale, okay?

"Cut it, cut it, I don't know"

Iron vessels are expensive in this world, not just sims.

At least, compared to the ingredients, I think it's expensive.

So, come on, I can't buy a new cooking knife or anything - but I felt like making sure what kind of cleavage this beautiful knife had.

"Well, just a little..."

Fold and overlap the Tino leaves that you hadn't already put your hands on, and let them try to chop them up.

The sharpness - impeccable.

The cooking knives in this world have also been allowed to try just a little bit at the Lew's, but at least, they were not comparable.

In short, it's no worse than my father's santoku knife.

Of course, this is a vegetable-only cooking knife, so that's what it should be. But the Lew family's vegetable cutting knife never fell short of the sandwich knife's cleavage.

"... I do think it's a great knife"

Schmiral nodded, carrying a small fabric, while offering me the opposite hand.

I put the knife on an unused wooden dish, and then I give it to them.

Schmiral began to purify his body with a truly graceful hand.

"You have to make more money to buy a new cooking knife... how much is that knife?

"White, twenty sheets."

It's about the same price as the iron pot I once bought.

But the cutlery sold at the blade shop in this town was five pieces of red for four pieces of white - after all, a good deal of value can be attached to the superior pieces.

I think you're absolutely right.

"... if you want to buy Asta, white, it's eighteen."

"Huh?"

"We, the Blue Moon, are in Genos. If you want to buy, call me."

"... ok. Thank you."

I nodded with a smile.

Schmiral is about to relieve himself of his mouth again - and then he goes back to being so faceless.

"I'm hungry. I'll eat the buckwheat."

"Yes, thank you every time!

Schmiral nods and moves to the next stall.

Four of your buddies had finished eating and stood still at the edge of the road.

"What is that? Twenty pieces of white or something too expensive with one of those little knives."

"Yeah, but I'd want a knife like that."

"... then why don't we buy it? You've earned hundreds of copper coins before, haven't you?

"Hundreds are too much to say. About half of them will disappear with expenses."

"That's fine. You make like an idiot every day, so if you don't use it, you're gonna lose the floor of your house with copper coins, right?

Whatever it takes. That's too much to say. But if we keep doing business with nothing like this - could we possibly even get enough wealth to buy such a knife?

No, no, it's too early to expose your appetite!

We should now firmly consolidate our feet, because every day is still in a state of contour.

But - and I keep thinking about it.

(But when it comes to what I want in this world, I can only think of about cookware)

I wonder what the i-fa wants.

That is the eye-fa that seems to have never bought one of the other everyday items.

More than me, let's use excess copper coins and so on.

(I was wondering if they would really beat me up if I snuck up on hair decorations or something)

After the first rush of the morning, it was a time before Jomtien, peaceful enough to be struck by such delusions, without being suddenly attacked by a Sung family person.