Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

We're in District 40 now.

It's in the kitchen of the cake shop at the bottom of the line.

Ginette's birthday party also called for DeMily, lord of the Forty Districts.

There was something I wanted to talk to you about with the sugar rights involved, and there was something I wanted you to do to make it convenient.

If sugar could be produced on its own territory, it would generate enormous profits. Something like that happened, and DeMilly attended my birthday party with two replies.

Estella, who had taken on DeMilly's response in one hand, said it was almost facial when it came to sewage.

So, what we're going to do today is also an offer from me, Demily. It's just hope, it's such a gathering...

"To be honest, there's nothing to teach others."

I'm furiously upset right now.

I really think we should stop now. I'll tell you.

Today, I'm going to teach District 40 delegates how to make shortcakes.

Nonetheless, it is this attitude.

The self-proclaimed cake shop that Estella and I used to come to visit was given a big name for 'luxury'.... hey, what's 'luxury'?

I was introduced to a guy named Pompeo who said he was the owner chef there... and this guy, well, gets a nose on his nose.

He is so incredible a man that he wants to write in an example sentence of the word 'incredible' in Hiroshi Garden.

"I had no choice but to make time for it because it was the Lord's favor. Thank you."

"Hey there. Is that the human attitude that teaches things?

Like me, it's Paula who's been frustrated for a while now.

Why is' Cantalchica 'in the tavern at the cake shop?

When I asked the food-and-drink guys in the 42nd arrondissement who were attending Ginette's birthday, "I'm going to teach shortcakes to the 40th arrondissement, so he finally wants me to tell you ~?" they all raised their hands, so I decided. Either way, I'm going to teach all the stores the recipes.

That's why I'm going to teach Paula, the winner of the Grandpa Games.

"Yashiro. Aren't you going to give him a cake recipe until he's like this?

Paula looks blatantly disgusted.

I'll tell you what...

"I want to spread as much cake as possible. Even in the Forty Districts, if you can eat 'decent' cakes, demand increases for them."

If you spread a very delicious cake at the right price, rather than such boiled brown sugar bread, the demand will surely grow.

We have to distribute as much sugar as possible.

That's fast, too.

As far as shortcakes are concerned, we just have to give up the monopoly.

More than that, take someone who can sell steadily. That's what I decided this time.

"Well, not enough to say thank you...... for once, in honor of you, I will give you permission to use our beautiful kitchen. You should be grateful."

Thank you...

Though...... Hmm. Doesn't the kitchen feel good there?

"That looks like an easy kitchen to use."

"Ha! This is why the poor"

Am I?

"Please stop saying 'kitchen' in such a muddy way. It's called" The Kitchen. "

The kitchen, the kitchen, it turns out to be the 'kitchen'. Mendoxe.

"The" kitchen "of our coffee shop is designed and designed by Oumaro Torbec, the young wing beam of the prestigious Torbec Workshop. Naturally, it's easy to use, you have to say."

...... Ila.

The rhetoric irritates you, doesn't it, this guy?

To, even...

"Womalo made it. Fine art with a scratch."

It's made of storage and stuff in dead space. That's right, don't do it, you 'craftsman'.

"Ki, you!? What a disrespectful mouth to Master Oomaro!? You can't let him use this wonderful kitchen! Get out of here!

I'll use it every day, like Womalo's kitchen.

"Are you going to disobey the Lord's orders? 'Me' told you to teach cake and spread it to the 40th arrondissement, right?

"What's with the lord? Isn't he just a nobleman?"

I didn't mean to call my lord 'such a person'...

Here at Coffee Luxury we have noble ladies and wealthy ladies for our guests. As a result, it has become a privileged and eye-catching existence in many ways.... Nevertheless, all you can eat here is brown sugar bread, a third-rate store that doesn't even know how to brew tea.

To that extent, how high is this guy's nose?

You're going to take away our guests, Cora.

"Mr. Yashiro, we're ready."

"Ooh. Thankyou."

Silently, Ginette was preparing the ingredients I brought in.

Looks like we're ready.

"Well, let's just do it, let's just go home"

"Wait, I told you I wouldn't let you use it."

"This one's convenient for me."

"I don't know! Those who can't worship Master Oomaro don't deserve to make cakes!

Who worships such a thing?

"Um, Mr. Yashiro... what do we do?

"Fine. Let's go home and have a study group at the Yangdu Pavilion. You don't have to teach him that."

I know what you want to do...

At present, 'luxury when it comes to cakes', it is this store that has so much awareness.

So if this is where you sell your shortcakes, the publicity works great.

Anyway, we have to take it to a state where the average person can normally eat sugar. That, too, in a few weeks.

"I can't help it. Do you want to flex that Osama?"

Perfect and well-known, he learns to cook from the man in the shop who has never even heard of District 42. I guess that's unforgivable. I've been turning my back on enemies since the beginning.

Then I'll have to get rid of that hostile heart.

"Magder."

"... Yes, sir"

From inside, Magda and Loretta come.

These two had gone to the guest seat to "observe the clerk's movements" when they came to the store... they didn't seem to rate it very well. The look on their faces is sinister.

"I'd like to call Womalo, do you have any good hands?

I think if I put Magda in a Godzilla costume, she's going to fly in no matter what district I'm in.

"... then I don't even have to think about it"

"What do you mean?

"... Magda. I want to see Umaro."

"I'm here. Hey, Magda!

Suddenly Oomaro jumped into the kitchen.

... What? You finally class up to a pervert who can cross dimensions and spaces?

"As a matter of fact, when we were observing the clerk in the guest seat, a poorly dressed Womalo came to the store. I'm sure he's here to see Magda."

"No, he said he came to see it... but you should see it at the Yangdu Pavilion"

What are you stalking, this guy?

I'm not supposed to be free...

"Oh, you are!? Young lion of design! Genius, Master Umaro Trubec!?

Pompeo stretches his spine viscidly and says to Oomaro, in a nervous voice to the bee.

Oomaro, he's a funny guy.

"Hmm? Who's that?

"It's me! This is Pompeo, the owner chef of luxury offering the best cake in All Blooms! You designed the best kitchen ever!

"Uh-huh... I don't remember, sss"

Looks like the best kitchen and guys we're talking about are here, but seriously, I can't seem to remember this guy.

"But well, if you're a cake shop, you should teach Mr. Yashiro his cake. Ouilla also comes from a delicious cake with a heartbeat"

"Of course! That's exactly what I'm about to teach you!

Whoa... you palm back beautifully...

"Come on, just tell me, stupid diagram. Thank you for listening, and give me all the technology."

... I want to hit you.

"Oomaro."

"What the fuck?

"Three days, no Magda"

"Why do you hit oila eight sss!? Awful!"

"... so that's what I'm talking about"

"Ahhh! Magda, don't go! Oyla, I'm confident I'll die of overwork without Magda Tan!

Don't be so confident, you idiot.

Despite the fact that Oumaro was vegan and so pathetic, the light of envy floated in Pompeo's eyes.

... believers are scared.

"Okay, Mr. Yashiro. Make a shortcake quickly."

"Right. I don't want to have to go home and open the store."

Today it is decided that it will be open from noon.

I thought I would make some complaints from the regular customers, but he convinced me to "go ahead" if I gave him a reason "to spread the cake".

He always seems obsessed with cake.

Shortcakes are sold simultaneously in 42 and 40 districts.

That alone would make the distribution of sugar jump significantly.

"Me too, I want to see it right once!

"... Magda also tours"

"Bye, oila too! Isn't that good, Magda?!?

"... sorry. Because it's forbidden for three days."

"Magda!?

Oh, shut up.

"I'm lifting the ban, so watch carefully."

"Mr. Yashiro! Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet. I'll never forget this favor, sss!

I was just un-regulated on my own, and I was ungrateful.

What's this business? Too boring.

"See you next time, get something made for free ~ more"

"Ha ha. What are you talking about? Ouilla, I've never even gotten an RB from Mr. Yashiro."

............... Really?

If you ask me that, always put it on something.........

"Hey, Pompeo..."

"What?

"How much did it cost to make the kitchen here?

"If the common man hears about it, it's like a pore spreading to the size of a nostril."

What's that, scary?

... Oh well. The value of things varies greatly from person to person and place to place.

"... Yashiro"

"What?

"... this kitchen... I feel like Magda could buy it by spelling out ten 'ahem' tickets"

"No, there's gonna be a change in three, I guess"

Just for a moment, I'm starting to feel sorry for Pompeo.

At least let me show you how to make a delicious cake.

After the shortcake workshop, we all returned to District 42.

I said thank you for the lecturer role and DeMily sent me out a carriage so I could arrive sooner than I thought.

Paula says goodbye here that she has help from the store.

"Thanks, Yashiro! Because I'll definitely make shortcakes that taste better than that disgusting guy! And find the right alcohol for the cake, because I'll make it our sign menu! Bye!"

Paula waving and running.

... What's the right booze for a cake... I don't know.

"You don't have to run so much."

"Maybe you want to go home and make it quick. I know how that feels."

Staring at Paula's back running at full speed, Ginette says with a smile.

Well, when I was younger too, I wanted to try freshly remembered fraud techniques with someone right away.

"Well, let's go back to the Yangdu Pavilion."

"Yes, I'm glad I made it to lunch"

DeMily's carriages are so varied.

"So, how'd it go? What about 'Fine Coffee Shops' in the 40th Ward you've actually looked at?

"... out of the question"

"I agree. That's not customer service! I'm looking down on the guests!

The attitude of luxury customer service seemed unacceptable to these two.

Well, I can't help it with that attitude.

I don't say hello, I don't have any affection, I don't come to hear the order, I don't explain the dishes. So there's no way I feel good.

"... Magda, I work hard with too much service"

"Me too, it's a big bleeding service!

Intention, melamera and two burning waitress souls.

It's nice to see customer service you haven't been able to do, but don't just get hurt.

Well.

The truth is that Yangdu Pavilion and luxury were represented and we should have spread the cake across the districts...

"There were so many people who wanted to participate, it depended on 'having to' put in an extra call"

"Why did you say 'inevitably' so forcefully?

Well, never mind.

In two days today tomorrow, a total of six places. I'm supposed to hold a cake workshop.

We will choose a large shop in the kitchen and gather representatives from each store there to teach them how to make cakes.

We couldn't have all of them at once, so we set up six locations and asked each of them to come to the venue of their choice.

And at the first venue I visited that day…

"Ya, Mr. Yashiro!? What the hell is this!?

So I looked at the cake I made, and Ginette, and the others who were at the workshop, opened their eyes round.

That should be it, too. Because if I just thought it was something that came out of a shortcake, it was like another cake came out.

"This guy is a shortcake rival... a major faction in the cake world that there was even a specialty store for this guy in my country. It's cheesecake!

"" "" "Cheesecake!?

Compared to shortcakes, it's the look that's somewhat plain, but the taste is unpleasant. Rare, baked, soufflé and superstars who can enjoy a variety of flavors just by changing the way they are cooked. That's cheesecake.

This time, I baked soufflé cheesecake. The painted jam on the surface is sparkling.

"Oh no, I can't!

Ginette tears.

Uncomfortably bored, he swung his hand shaking the fork.

"You have cakes like this, too"

Taste carefully before Ginette leaks a sigh of relief.

Close to Ginette like that, I hear it softly.

"There's more."

"... Huh?

Look at my floating grin, Ginette's expression stiffens for a moment.

Surprise is in its eyes.

Sweets called Cake, which has smashed my previous common sense.

With this one, a powerful menu that I even think I can eat in this world for the rest of my life.

But it's only a fraction of the many cakes.

"Venues to go around, teach different cakes with everything"

"What!?

"That would cause all kinds of cakes to overflow within District 42"

That adds to the fun of "what shall we eat" and "where shall we go" during the holidays.

Assuming you only taught me shortcakes, "Eat your cake today!" Sometimes there will just be a day.

But with all kinds of cakes, it's the humans who want to eat both Arr and this!

Without knowing it, you eat cake more often.

So I said, "I circled around, another shortcake!" How is it that eating cake becomes a habit!

If we go that far, there will be people out there who will do something like, "Compare that store to this store's cheesecake".

That's what I'm here for.

If you take root that far, no one can regulate sugar anymore.

That's it, and we're finally done with this operation.

"Mr. Yashiro, it's amazing!

It was Ginette, who had lost her expression to the shock of "Seven Kinds of Cakes," but now she smiled just dazzled as the shock penetrated her body.

"Mr. Yashiro is a genius that makes people happy!

"Um... will you stop? Shame on you..."

Make people happy... I just wanted to celebrate your birthday.

....................................... No, you're not! No, you're not!

Oh, yeah! That's right!

I wanted to popularize the cake at 3: 00 p.m. to get rid of the demon's time when the customer's legs were cut off. Yeah, I totally forgot. haha!

... Ginette's birthday is a big publicity spreading cake.

So nothing, the warmth, the feeling, the smell that tickled my nostrils when I was hugged... I don't care...

"Oops!

"Mr. Yashiro!? What's wrong!?

"... su, sorry. I'm excited to remember..."

"What are you doing!?

Yes! I'm not in the mood right now!

Baking a cake takes time! We're going with a roll!

"All right, Ginette! We're heading to the next venue!

"Ha!"

At the end of the last workshop, the sky was darkening and the moon was leaning a little too.

"You're so late."

"You're just tired"

Ginette, who was running around with me, looks exhausted.

"But, gentlemen. You looked happy."

"... right"

Some people leaked their dissatisfaction with the fact that it wasn't a shortcake... and he ate a finished cake and said, "This one tastes better... no, this is the best cake ever!," he ultimately affirmed.

If you think "our cake is the best" in a good way, there will be more competition and more and more quality.

"But aren't you a little sorry?

"What?

With a tired body, he strives for a stubborn, sun-drenched pavilion.

On that road, Ginette looked at me with an inclusive grin.

This guy gives you an occasional, "I don't know if I'm messing with you" look.

Why don't you take it and stand up?

"The truth is, didn't you want to monopolize that cake? Mr. Yashiro is a good man, but he didn't even do that to teach his skills around for free."

"Wherever you need it, drop the technology. That's slowly in my interest."

Give Estella the right to sewage, Womalo the know-how of sewage work, and Yap Rocks the truth about popcorn... I'm giving my knowledge wherever I need it.

Sure, I've never sold a lot like this one... but this is a fabric stone.

You can call it sowing.

The seeds we sow today will one day… it will also sprout in a not-so-distant future, blooming large circles of flowers, eventually growing to the point of becoming dense forests.

I made the soil.

And the bounty will surely come to me.

Because... no, wait.

"The answer is, tomorrow, I'll tell you"

"Oh, how come it's tomorrow? Can't you do it now?

"Come on, let's go home"

"Ha, Yashiro ~!?"

Yes. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I'll tell you the answer.

So, the next day.

"That's what happened."

Seeing the sight spread across the dining room, Ginette nodded loudly.

"... this is a roll"

"Was there so much I didn't know..."

Colorful cakes line the table at the Yangdu Pavilion.

Apple pie on shortcake, cheese soufflé, gateau chocolate, Mont Blanc, milk crepe and chiffon cake. And I haven't taught this anywhere...... shoe cream.

"Hmm. I see. That doesn't mean you can eat all the cakes you can eat here and there in the 42nd arrondissement if you come to this Yang Deception Pavilion!

"That's what I'm talking about."

After all, cakes are beautiful only if they come in all sorts.

Besides, this is the undisputed headquarters. mainstream of cake overflowing within District 42. This is the ancestor.

There's no way this won't bring guests.

That means, if we announce a new one, that's the trend in the city.

Ahead of spreading the culture of cake is intensifying competition.

In the meantime, we got a tough status.

"Ancestors," "HQ," "Latest Trends"

All these are the right words to crown Sweets.

That grand Ginette birthday party would be impressively burning in people's minds.

As long as the image doesn't disappear, the cake from the Yangzhu Pavilion will remain in "a different, authentic flavor than elsewhere."

"So, Becco"

"I got it! I wish I could make a food sample!

That sort of thing.

That's why I called you.

"Ha ha... I can't believe I can handle such beautiful things in a yangdu pavilion...... I'm happy"

If this works, I might be able to live up to my promise to Ginette.

Promise I made a long time ago...

"We're gonna rebuild the dining room."

'... Huh?

"We can call more guests, make it a popular dining room."

Do you want to see the Yang Dai Pavilion?

'That's right. Everyday a lot of people get together, make it that place.'

'Like when your grandfather was...?

I don't know how busy the Yangdu Pavilion was when Grandpa was there, but even then you won't lose.

That's what Ginette does, not what Grandpa does.

That way I... I... I... that?

If that happens, what am I gonna do?

"Mr. Yashiro?

…………

"Mr. Yashiro."

"Hmm!? Oh, oh... bad. What?"

"No, what's wrong with you?

"No... nothing"

... What are you thinking, I...

Now, we should do what we have to do. ……… is it natural? Ha.

"All right! Then, starting at 3: 00 today, we'll start selling cakes!

"" "" Ooh!

Even Becco, somehow with the clerk at the Yangdu Pavilion, is waving his fist up.

Finally, the cake is on sale.

And so.

"Excuse me, can you rent me out for about three to thirty minutes?

"Huh? Are you here?

"In the meantime, I just need one table."

"No. If Mr. Yashiro is going to do something, make it your priority."

"Well, can I ask you guys to help me, too?

"Yes. Welcome."

"Oh, I'll help too!

"... not at all"

"What should the awkward do?

"Oh, no Becco. Make food samples and hurry up."

"So, hurry up, type!? Oh, phase understood! We must complete it in a hurry! Okay, excuse me!

... and is this the place to prepare?

"Well, don't come out for a second"

I have one last thing to prepare.

I'm headed somewhere to get it.

"Um, Mr. Yashiro"

When I tried to leave the dining room, Ginette called me off.

"Which way?

It's a simple question.

So feel free to answer.

"It's Millie's place."

"Mr. Millie's?

"I'll explain the situation later. Then don't come."

"Yes. Take care"

Ginette drops me off, and I leave the Yangdu Pavilion.

I have to keep my word. Yeah.

I'm a con man who keeps his word.