Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Good day, gentlemen. It's a beautiful day."

Imelda comes into the store with sparkling eyes.

"Mr. Store Manager, have tea and Mont Blanc!

"Yes! Yes, sir."

Ginette panics a little when she places her order before she says "Welcome".

The store, which was crawling with a significant number of guests, is only silenced for a moment. Don't be surprised.

Slightly stepped into the store and came to the deepest table where I was sitting and lowered my back to the seat directly in front of me.... Hey, why are you sitting here?

Imelda elbows at the table and gouges herself out, peeking into my face with a happy face.

... close. And a little wussy.

"... what the fuck?

"Huh? What is it?

It seems to be a waza.

I also said, "I want you to listen! You look like."

... Oh man.

"You look kind of happy. Did something good happen to you?

"Do you understand!? Well, what shall we do? If I'm waxed, I'm overflowing out of my body without this emotion contained. Hey!

It's the heat and bitterness and depression that's overflowing.

"You can't help it! SPECIAL! I'll tell Mr. Yashiro why he's in such a good mood! That's... Huh!

"Maybe that one? They say some of the branches of the wooden guild have been completed... they just let the living space build ahead of them. Womalo was losing weight. Don't do this to me, poor thing."

I'd be in trouble if I fell asleep when I wanted to.

…………

Was it a picture star, the expression fell out of Imelda's face.

Well, I thought that would happen.

After the sewage work in the forty districts was completed, we finally came to the stage where we were going to build a city gate for the forty two districts, and Imelda said, "Finish the branch of the woodcutter guild first!" He sued Womalo directly.

Womalo said no to the sugar factory "from the orderly sss" when he was working on the sugar factory at my request... but this lady used her money and power to the best of her ability to break in.

The uprooted Womalo built the residential part of the Great Rapid Wood Guild - but only the mansion where Imelda lives and the dormitories used by the maids with Imelda - as a top priority.

Naturally, it's the finest quality without compromise.

Oomaro, who came here last night, was dried up by Cassa Casa.

…………

Imelda to remain silent.

He is pointing his lips at the floor looking bored.

Ahhh, screw with me.

And Imelda fluttered herself, and left the Yangdu pavilion as she was.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Imelda? Um, which way?!?

Imelda goes outside without even answering Ginette's call, who came with Mont Blanc and tea. And the door shut quietly.

............... you don't have to go that far...

"Mr. Yashiro, did you say something?

"No... you said something... you didn't make me say anything..."

Should we go after him?

With that in mind, the door of the Yangdu Pavilion opened up vigorously, and a bright voice echoed across the store.

"Good day, gentlemen. Wonderful weather again today! Ah, the manager, tea and Mont Blanc!

"Are you going to start over?!?

This guy's mentally strong...

"Um, Mr. Yashiro... Mont Blanc and tea... what shall we do?

"Give me two at a time and charge me two."

Then Imelda, who sat in front of me with a happy face, asked me to extend the information I already knew.

The sun in the bedroom is great, but if you go out in the garden, the birds will fly. Information such as that of the dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot

In short.

Imelda is floating right now.

"You know, Imelda..."

"Oh, he wants me to invite him to his new home in Wax!? You can speak for yourself! I don't understand why you thought you could participate in this historic moment of your first solitary life."

"No... you know..."

"But... well, if Yashiro says so, this wasp is stuck! You don't mind if I invite you, do you? It's special."

You should stop pushing special gorillas because they sound like scammers.

"A standing party inviting various nobles, including the lords of the fortieth and forty-second districts. And a magnificent dance performance of wasps. And then... well, it depends on how you feel about introducing Mr. Yashiro, specifically, and waxyly, well, if you don't mind."

"Why should I be introduced to the nobles..."

It's Ya, Mendoxe.

"Let's not party until the branch of the Wooddust Alliance is complete. You still have a place to live."

"It's okay. Mr. Oumaro will complete it soon."

"Idiot! I'm not monopolizing Womalo any more! He's gonna have to build a city gate from now on! Because you screwed up the architecture of the residence and the construction is delayed!? We cannot delay it any further. The other facilities in the branch are behind us!

"I don't think it's unbalanced that we only have a residence!?

"That's why I was planning on building a branch of the Wooddust Guild after the city gate!

You forced me to twist that plan!

"I wouldn't have moved in before I could do the city gate though!?

"Because!"

Imelda's cheek staring at me said, "Pfft!" It swells all the time.

"I'm going to do something you guys are going to enjoy while the wax is gone! I also wanted to bite a piece of cake and a wasp. Wow!

... Don't be so obstinate.

"Um, Mr. Imelda. It's Mont Blanc."

"Well, how beautiful............ Mr. Becco!? Mr. Becco is not here!?

"I'm not here today. I'm busy making candles for my birthday."

The habit of celebrating birthdays quickly spread within this forty-second district, and each store that handles the cake produced a "birthday cake". Each has an interesting finish that is distinctive.

However, what all stores have in common is that they put up only a small candle for the number of years of age on a birthday cake.

Perhaps, on Ginette's birthday, that impression is significant.

So, Becco's very busy right now.

"Then you can't eat this Mont Blanc!

"Eat!"

"Isn't it gone!?

"You can make it later, if you're a food sample!

This guy hates the beauty so much that it's gone.

... a difficult personality.

"So... I'll have it"

Get to your seat, grab the fork, and Imelda faces Mont Blanc.

Oh, it's really ready for two.

"Ha-ha-ha... wax, you were born to eat Mont Blanc, I'm sure"

"Yeah, probably not"

Receive extreme thoughts.

After a bite, you stopped stopping, Imelda clinging and scratching Mont Blanc into your mouth.

Oh, I got my hands on the second.... Eat well, really.

"Anyway, okay?... Mogugugu... This next time... Mogugu... When doing something... Zuzuzozozo... Pfft... I will definitely, definitely help you!

"You shouldn't talk while eating..."

"Mockingjay... Mockingjay..."

"Don't make weird noises and eat..."

This next time, all I have to do is build a city gate and rebuild it as a street from the city gate to the main street. There's no turning us in, I guess.

"By the way, what was your name today...... red hair......... oh yes, is Mr. Tulpella here?

"It's Estella. Yikes!?

The moment Imelda accidentally misstated it, Estella came in ramblingly opening the door of the Yangdu pavilion.

... Not at all.

"Don't be abusive, Tulpella"

"Estella! Wonder if I won't get on until you!?

"Totally. It's tee time at the corner, but it's noisy...... why don't you calm down a little, Mr. Espeta"

"Estella!"

"So don't make a big noise in the store. Tulpeta."

"My name is completely gone!? You've just spoken ill!?

He is still a busy man today.

"Damn, if people manage to make time and come to the store for a long break..."

Estella has been busy running around here again lately with the gate design and construction period.

We have to finalize the operation method after the gate is completed.

Once the gate is complete, soldiers will be needed to confirm those who pass through it and to get rid of the warcraft that is outside the gate.

The vigilante the lord has is going to take up his post, but he's a little understaffed.

That's why we're recruiting widely from other districts.

It is a job that is an opportunity for those who are young but have fallen prey to their jobs. The numbers will be ready soon.

"Ah, it's Mont Blanc. Nice...... but I was wondering if I'd make it apple pie today"

"Eat the rice, eat the rice"

This guy can't believe we're gonna skip lunch and have cake... kid.

"Eh! I want some cake, but no!

Estella pointing her mouth and twisting her body.

No, no, no, no, no!

I said something really like a kid... and I thought, arrowhead, I could hear this conversation coming from inside the store.

"Here! Eat it all properly!

"I don't need it anymore!"

When I saw it, my mother and the young boy were eating roasted salmon fixing meals. And, I mean, the mother seems to be worried about trying to get the boy to eat leftovers somehow.

"Um... was it a little too much?

"Oh, no. I can't believe you got a lot of it, as much as I appreciate it... Look, don't be selfish with me either. Eat it all!

"Yah! I'll have a cake!

"If you can eat cake, have dinner! What a waste!?

"Yah! - I don't need it!

"Ha..."

"I don't need it anymore" clouds Ginette's expression on that one word.

... Shall I hit you, kid?

Anyway, I guess I just wanted to eat that one myself because Imelda eats Mont Blanc looking delicious. I guess the cake looks better than the rice.

But I hate people who prioritize sweets without eating!

Anyone who eats sweets before dinner and says, "You can't eat rice," you can also serve a sentence that will never allow you to eat white rice again.

"Um... then would you like to put it in a lunchbox and take it home?

"Oh, but... that's all there is to it..."

Is the boy's leftovers like half the rice and a quarter of the shake, and two more bites of accompanying vegetables?

I think I should scratch it.

You left too much rice, you little brat. Though it would be basic to eat rice, juice and triangles! You're not, you're not educating!

...... hmm?

That............... no, this kind of thing used to........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"... ah"

Huh, very... very nostalgic memories are back.

My parents and the general took me away when I was five years old, and that's how I remember clearly... so well, it's almost like I don't have any real parents' memories... it's just clear that I was depressed when I was five.

He was scratched by the fact that his parents were gone as a kid, causing a couple of sweet uncles to care.

Sometimes I had trouble "not wanting to eat" the rice the general would make for me.

That's when...

Yes, just like this kid I once said selfish...... wow, it's so embarrassing to remember...... I imagined my parents were gone and I said 'I don't want kids'... I wanted them to say 'you're special'... selfish. Exactly like this kid, he left me rice and told me to eat the cake...

At that time... the general told me...

"Hey, kid."

"... Huh?

I stand behind the kid and look down at the face of that shitty kid from high ground.

The kid gives a slightly frightened look.

"Hey, come to the kitchen"

"Ya, Mr. Yashiro!? Hey, you can't bully me, can you?

What do you think I am?

If you want to bully me about it, I'll take you to the table.

I won't allow you to put outsiders in the kitchen unless there's more to it. Hygiene management is a mission that weighs as much as life for food handlers.

"Ginette, bring me two new aprons"

"Yes. I'm home."

"Hey baba............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Follow me too."

"Huh? Ah, yes..."

Put the apron Ginette brought on Baba and the kid and take them to the kitchen. As soon as he came in, he was allowed to wash his hands, brush them all the way into his nails, and finally spray the alcohol before allowing him to enter the kitchen. Naturally, the shoes were also sterilized.

"Don't touch anything around here."

Stab the nail just in case, and take the two of you to a place where you can see the workbench.

Well... shall we?

I'll put the leftovers of the kid I brought on the slab.

Vegetables and salmon fillets.

There, beat miso, sugar and soy sauce with a mixing knife. It's a roasted chicken.

So, I'm gonna fry this guy in a frying pan. Skip moisture and make a concentrated 'Tane' of flavor.

And then I make an 'array' that the kid loves without exception.

Don't you remember?

When I was very young, when I couldn't really eat rice, I had the white rice left in the tea bowl as a rice balls and I was eaten wondering... what experience.

Kids are simple, so if they're funny to look at, show interest, and eat.

The kid's "full stomach" is often simply "tired of it". Evidence of this makes me look "hungry" right after dinner and pull it out.

"Come to Ogiri, Ogiri, Nana"?

"Aha!

Singing such a song, I take the leftover rice and make a bite-sized rice balls.

You know, kids eat quite a few of these, like, songs that never happen.

... The original song the general was singing, I still remember it.

Ginette, attentively, gives me a new, flat plate.

Place a bite-sized rice balls there.

Then the kid's eyes sparkled as if he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Eat when you get back over there and sit in the chair."

"Yeah!?

It's also effective to scorch.

As slowly as possible, take the time and sing the song, turning all the things the kid left to eat into rice balls. Added seasonings such as miso...... well, this time the service would be fine.

"Come on, let's go back! Oh, give me back my apron."

"Yeah! Come on! Come on!"

As he leaves the kitchen, the kid takes off his apron and presses it against Ginette. And he sat in his chair at the speed of an electrolithic fire and waited for the appearance of the rice balls with an exciting look.

... you understandable kid.

"Look, eat without leaving."

"Here you go!

The kid runs into "Chicken Grilled Rice Balls".

"Mm-hmm! Oh, no!

I bum my legs and cheek on my mouth.

At this rate, you'll be able to finish your meal.

Kid's interest seems to have completely shifted to an interesting dish that appeared later than Mont Blanc and never saw before.

"Yashiro! Can you give it to me, too?

"Even for the wax!

You guys shifted your interest, too, huh? A child...

"Mr. Yashiro, it's amazing. Understand exactly how your child feels… really, really great"

For some reason, Ginette says with a slightly crying eye.

... Why are you teary-eyed?

"It's kind of like... it's like your grandfather"

"Who smells old!

"Oh, no! My grandfather had something to dabble about."

Something tells me you've said that before.

Am I that jizzy?

"Where can you come up with something like this?

"Oh, this is..."

... I've never told you anything about myself... here we go.

"The general did this to me."

"Are you crazy?

"Well............... it's my mother"

Mother to me, after all, is a damsel.

"Really... you're a lovely mother"

"Well... maybe so"

Damn.

Praised by others.................. a little happy or something, why?

"I ate -!

"Ooh! That's great, you fucking kid!

"Is that a compliment?

"You're so complimented. Hey, kid?

"Yeah!"

Estella tilts her little neck.

I don't know why you're reacting like that, but I want to tip my neck.

"Really, I'm sorry for the inconvenience"

Keep your head down as Baba returns the carefully folded apron.

"No. I've had some new discoveries, too. Don't worry about it."

Afraid, Ginette bows her head back too.

I gently refuse Baba's word that he will pay extra for the rice balls, and receive the price for two servings of baked salmon set meals.

Baba bowed her head many times and the kid waved fine and left the store.

"Good. Happy for you. Thanks to Mr. Yashiro."

"But, well, maybe it's a little much for the kid"

"That's right...... sometimes, but you have kids who are only left to eat a little"

Unlike Japan, which is full of food, it is basically impossible to leave it to eat in this city.

Whatever you say, this is the poorest neighborhood. It's a city that had a standard of living that kept shaving bones of boned calamari three days and three nights.

Yet there will be leftovers, which means there will be a purely high quantity.

"Customer leftovers can't be reused... it's a waste, isn't it?"

"If you mix him in compost, he might get fertilizer one of these days... but that's a limit, too."

There's no way we can use it around and give it to another customer, but we end up putting it together as raw waste, enough to make it compost.... feed the pigs... but each guild makes a feed for them.

"Well, we'll only use it enough to get you mixed up in Oomaro's dishes,"

"I don't want you to get me mixed up, sss!

Oomaro came to the pavilion at a very good time.

Because it's nice timing on the level that you were standing by outside.

"Don't eavesdrop on trade secrets, nasty"

"It's not a trade secret, sss! That's just a conspiracy, sss!

Ginette leads the puffy, angry Umaro to her seat.

The customer was always familiar in the store.

The fact that Oomaro is here... is it that time already?

"... just got back"

"It's sold out today!

Magda and Loretta are all coming into the store.

These two were in command of mobile sales at Yangmada Pavilion 2 and 7.

After lunch, the customer's legs are still far away, so the two of them go to mobile sales at that time.

Pull up the Afternoon Menu, which will be available in limited quantities after lunch.

Popcorn is a fresh caramel popcorn.

Tacos are available in limited quantities each day with egg sandwiches across egg salad.

For applications that fill the belly up to dinner, these record good sales.

"Magda! Good luck out there, sss!

"... and Umaro"

"Huh!? I'm exhausted now, sss!

So, in anticipation of Magda's return time, Womalo is coming for lunch.

... This guy's a pro now, isn't he? Isn't that the perfect time?

Because such a stunning fox is a famous architect in its muscles... there are fans and such... hmm?

"Ahhh!

I accidentally leaked out of my throat, and all those who were on the spot said, "Bick! ♪ Slow down. ♪

"Duh, what's wrong, Mr. Yashiro?

"... well. That's right............... why didn't I notice it before......"

Everyone here is familiar with their faces.

This is the earliest 'buddy' area.

If you're a 'buddy'... you deserve to cooperate...? You know what?

"........................................................................................."

"Scary, scary, scary, scary! Scary, Mr. Yashiro!

"Ah... I have a bad feeling about that face of Yashiro..."

"You're evil."

"... the face when you plotted something"

"It's Bad Brother Mode"

"Really? Sounds like a lot of fun to me."

"" "" "" Savings?

"Hih, it's terrible, folks!?

I came up with a proposal to solve the problem that had recently arisen here at the Yangdu Pavilion.

Really, it's simple.

Simple, but you'll need a 'pull' to make that happen.

And I have a lot of "comfort buddies."

"Hey, guys"

I turn my gaze to the people on the spot.

With a full smile.

"We're... 'pretty good', right?

"" "" "Scared!?

Everyone blued their complexion except Ginette.... disrespectful.

"Yes. We're very close. Mr. Yashiro."

"Right?

"Yes."

Take that word of Ginette, who responds with a full grin, by interpreting it as representing the opinions of the people here.

Come on, let's start a business...