Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Forty districts.

A fancy salon where noble ladies gather day after day... no, well, a coffee shop... you know, luxuriously, I was coming with Ginette.

"Mr. Yashiro, it's lovely."

Ginette says that while she wraps a scarf around my neck.... my face, close.

I said I could do it myself, "At least this much," and he's wrapped it around me with great pleasure.

I'm wearing a costume called "Whatever Chef" right now. I made it myself in the image of a chef who often sees things like grilled iron plates.

If you want to line up next to Pompeo, you need to be pretty good at it. We need to convince the ladies.

"Isn't it pretty?"

Pompeo, who is still dressed as a bissi chef today, smiles sparingly when he sees my outfit.

"But don't deny the feeling you're still dressed in costumes. Be a man who can dress like me."

"" "Yikes! Dear Pompeo, Steaky!

A yellow voice flies from across the special kitchen.

Luxury regular guests invited to today's special show. They have twenty people.

Pompeo showing one hand up to such a regular customer. Yellow voice that flies every time.

And then I said, "Huh? Pompeo coming over a wink like"... don't be ridiculous.

... because this guy is always very expensive.

Now we stand in a special kitchen built in a luxury store.

A simple, yet functional and artistic kitchen set is provided in a space that leaves the table and uses a third of the store.

I'm doing a culinary show with Pompeo here today.

Co-studded. Exactly, acting. Maybe we should call it a demonstration.

The plan was to do the occasional dish on TV called "Cooking to Show" right here in Luxury, in front of the ladies who are making luxury.

There is also some Gotagota influence, and the Yangdu Pavilion is thought to be the shop that made the cake popular in District 42. In fact, we're the only ones with nasty customers showing their faces...

Such a representative of the Yangdu Pavilion makes the cake in the sanctuary luxury of the cake side by side with the godly Venerable Pompeo of the cake................ Ha, I'm exhausted just lifting it.

Anyway, that's the plan of the 42nd District restaurant, typical of the Yangdu Pavilion, to soothe the malice of the ladies at all by showing them that they are in a friendly relationship with luxury and that they are in a position to incite each other.

To do that, it's just enough to decide that we're gonna borrow our breasts. I asked Pompeo to teach me, and finally I can make quite a cake of it... if you think about it, the ladies will be convinced.

So, slowly, if you think, "Oh, newbie of that time, you've been working hard lately," you'll be backed up.

Be humble... be humble... I might hit you with one or two shots in the back... but I'll play you in a humble manner on the face.

"Don't ask me to do you any favors today"

"Hey. As a first-rate chef, it's natural to lend your rookie a boob. Well, I'll bump into you all the time."

"" "Yikes! Dear Pompeo, Steaky!

Oh...... I want to hit you.

"Mr. Yashiro. I'm scared of your face."

That's what I said, Ginette picks my cheek.

Oh, what? "This guy, I did it" or something. Sounds like a good way to do it back?

Though I'm going to pick my chest instead of my cheek because I'm crazy on hand...

"By the way, Ginette, who is the head of the Yangdu Pavilion and a top cook."

"Wow, I can't believe I'm top notch..."

"Sounds like the first class lends a rookie a boob?

"Repent"

Was it because it was someone else's store, my voice was more modest than usual?

Instead, Ginette, who hoisted her eyebrows, poked her nose right in the head.

Oh, what, this reward. One more time, please.

"Good luck today"

Finally, correct the scarf distortion and Ginette returns to the audience seats reserved.

Ginette's the only one on my side... Away, huh?

But not enough to care. Nothing. The regular ladies are not judges.

Instead, it's easier for you to turn that emotion upside down later.

The goal this time is to get rid of the sentiment of 'I somehow don't like it' directed at the Yangdu Pavilion.

"Good luck with that."

Properly.................. do your best.

"I've got some top-notch ingredients here. Are you sure it's the same ingredient?

"Ah. Make a completely different sweet with the same ingredients. Guests who come today will enjoy two kinds of sweets"

Mountains and piles of colorful fruit in front of the special kitchen.

Though first-rate, in the end, it's all available in Yangdu Pavilion because I'm purchasing it via Asunt... I guess I'll be recognized as superb sweet on those ladies' tongues just to say that Pompeo is "first-rate," so I won't put any scratches in it.

This time, I intend to make great use of Pompeo, which is easy to put on board, and the characteristics of self-proclaimed information communication, which is easy to circulate.

If you dabble up Pompeo and make me say "great stuff" about the cake I make, the ladies who are drunk on Pompeo will say "yes, this is great" with a big chorus.

Well, it's like telephony shopping. If you can get the target to assume, "I see, is that what it is?" it's a success.

It is easier to lose weight simply by putting on ○ ○.

Eating ○ ○ is hard to get cancer.

Many people would have believed such wording.

Testimonials and assumptions are foolish things to do.

"Well, today I would like to show you all the new cakes of luxury, the process of making them."

"" "Yikes!

"But cake takes a lot of work and time to make. Enjoy our delicious tea and easy sweets while you relax."

"" "Yikes!

The ladies are so fond of Pompeo that I think it's a setup.

Easy to do thanks to.

Pompeo was never friendly to me, but once it bothered me, I wouldn't get out of touch with my professional pride. It will create good things.

To manage the malice of entering the Yangdu Pavilion, I came here yesterday to bring this project to Pompeo.

At first, "it's verbal propaganda such as showing guests how to cook," he was vehemently opposed, "Womalo is supposed to make a special kitchen," just for this day, "or as he returned his palm," Then let's do it! He agreed. "

"Oh... the height of the cooking table is exquisite, and the kitchen to show you this... the finishing touches are beautiful... great. A cook would make everyone want to cook in this kitchen...... ahhh...... si a wa se"

Something is creeping me out next door... I'm still about to slip my cheek into the cooking table.

I'm gonna demolish it when this is over... but this guy's not gonna get rammed, is he?

And I'm a regular ladies...... it was so easy to collect.

I asked a visitor to this store yesterday to give me an invitation.

"To special customers. Invitation from Pompeo '.

The ladies, who jumped really hard, all attended yesterday, today, and early in the morning, without sending a single absentee.

Ladies caught in Pompeo caught in Womalo caught in Magda.

This is how the world goes around.

Thus, the culinary demonstration show "Cake Craftsman in Luxury" coincided with the event.

The unscrupulous clerk of luxury behaves the viewer with tea and small baked confectionery.

... Oh, that baked sweet, are you going to cake? I thought it was dry bread.

Have a sip of tea and Ginette's movement stops perfectly. Frowning like trouble...... gently, I put the cup back in the saucer. Yeah, I get it. The tea here is thin, but it's sinister. Something like that seems to envision 'luxury' or something...

Yes, I found out before that the clerk here is unfathomable because he dares to do so because he thinks the store is a lower position than the customer when he is flattered by the customer.

... Ha, the idea of customer service is also a thousand different ways. Besides, they say this store is a success...

Come on, let's get started.

Let's do it.

Luxury is temporarily closed until the end of this show.

Well, it won't get in the way as much as I say because they don't have a lot of customers coming early this morning, but they're bringing Ginette over here, too. I've never been over to finish it early and go home.

What Pompeo makes is a fruit tart that I just taught him before. I was actually talking about it after a series of craps ended, but I couldn't help but tell him what a new menu of luxury it was because he was so persevering. I've already served it at the Yangdu Pavilion.

But Pompeo isn't just a man with a mouth.

The first self-proclaimed 'cake' I had here felt arrogant, but Pompeo was the bearer of backed strength and taste that deserved to be said to be top notch. To the evidence, I did the delicate decorations without difficulty and even let them look good.

What's more, you never fail to make an effort to master what you remember.

I seem to have practiced and researched fruit tarts for three days and three nights after they taught me to do so, and now I have made them entirely my own. You mean it's not Dada with the fans on it?

... Then I wish I could look at some more tea and that side too.

I'm good at sublimating what I have now, but I don't really like creating what I haven't seen yet. The more I teach him, the more amazing it will be.... I won't tell you.

"So, what do you make?

Pompeo peeks into my hand looking intriguing.

... What, I'm trying to steal technology... I haven't made anything yet.

"This time, I..."

Move your gaze from Pompeo to the audience, I declare.

"Make Pudding Ala Mode"

A slight blurring occurs in a name I've never even heard of.

but the aim of the ladies in the audience is only Pompeo's new cake. Sounds like my story was immediately driven out of consciousness.

Ginette and Pompeo stare at me.

Hehe...... what a cool situation that only people who know pay attention to. Something burns, this kind of development.

It's good to make a cake with you and show you have a good relationship, but if you made the same thing, you really get a move to make it superior or inferior. Then you can't.

Or, in something completely different, "it" makes it difficult to get more than a certain amount of interest. Right...... if you're not interested in a hugging product, treat it like that?

Something that interests you and is not comparable.

After thinking about it, I came to the conclusion that 'make something different out of the same ingredient'.

I put it in pudding ala mode because it is weak in normal pudding. I can also use fruit for this.

I can make thin baked cookies with the same tart fabric and make them with almost the same ingredients if I give them instead of wafers. Wafers can't be made here for a while. The ingredients are different.

Instead, I'm gonna make it a cute heart-shaped thin-baked cookie. Ladies, you like it, do you?

"Well, let's start cooking!

I grabbed the flour and tried to make a thin baked cookie first...

"No……………"

Pompeo was stuck close enough to stick around.

You can make it too! Don't look at my work. Come on!

"... (because I'll teach you later!

"(Absolutely! If I lied, I'd have a thousand frogs!

"(Scary! I'm scared!)"

Leaving behind ominous words, Pompeo returns to his space.

The special kitchen is an "eight" shaped kitchen with wide angles and is built to be cooked side by side.

The ladies can see our work up close, if not out of the way.

... Well, the ladies seem obsessed with Pompeo.

"Mr. Yashiro. Good luck with that."

There's one Ginette in front of me.

That's okay. I'm better quality than quantity.

Most importantly, Ginette has the biggest tits in this.

"When you make the best pudding, I swear to God, puffy."

"Who's so puffy, already!

Hold your chest, Ginette swells your cheeks.

Oh, calm down. Sexual harassment, isn't it? This air with Ginette, that's why?

"Knife judgment is artistic Wow"

"Well, take a look, the beautiful thing about cut fruit"

"Oh, it smells so good... I can't stand it"

The ladies are chatting with Cacca over there.

It would be a bad plan for fans. If it is held regularly, there will be more regular customers. You can do it for me, this plan. I won't do it because it's a pain in the ass.

"I see... three times, with a fine monkey in your eye..."

Staring at my work, Ginette explains the bumps and the process.

No... because I'll tell you right when I get home.

I, of course, will continue my work without delay in Pompeo. Heh. You're handy. That's the owner chef of a first-rate store. Speaking of technology alone, isn't it better than me? Yeah, it's no match for that one.

But if it wasn't me, Ginette wouldn't take the pull.

"Ah, Mr. Yashiro. Keep that white muscle of orange clean, it will taste better when you eat it."

"Huh? Oh, this. Okay."

In response to Ginette's allegations, I use a knife to clean off the white muscle that was left in the orange room. Ginette would be great to consider even the palate.

Though it takes quite a bit of time to bake and put to sleep, there was always a soothing time flowing.

The ladies are in love with Pompeo's poop, or the gag I sandwiched from the side made the lady laugh unexpectedly and then get kicked...... while doing that, Sweets on both sides are nearing completion.

"Well..."

It was one young lady who was coming to peek at my workbench who leaked such a voice.

I was just getting the pudding out of the mold.

"Plump...... that's kind of a cute cake"

In "Cake," it's not. Well, poorly denying it only makes a bad impression. If this lady says it's a cake, cake is fine. I don't have a strong belief in Pudding.

"This is the pudding. That's an easy name to understand, isn't it?

"Yeah, sure."

A lady who zeroes her laughter when she dulls.

I guess being in the same space for a few hours is making me less alert.

This is what I was after.

"Somehow I don't like it" is the most effective way to erase the invisible malice of who you are: to make yourself known.

Expose yourself.

Without dressing up, without excuses, exposing bad parts, not even parts, makes the opponent less alert to this one.

Nevertheless, there is no need to grumble.... Well, I'm sure it's easier to accept going from below at first. If you get too grumpy, you can have a weird up and down relationship, and that's not good.

'I'm here to borrow your breasts from Pompeo. I'm not that big of a deal.' It would be nice to start like that.

People are hard to disagree with someone who doesn't make excuses.

You keep accusing a man of being square because he looks shallower.

After that, if we have a conversation, the obsession only fades for what we have had.

In business situations, people often tell me, 'Be as proactive as your bad boss in greeting you'. Just say hello, but keep speaking up and your obsession will fade.

For example, suppose you made a mistake and your boss reprimanded you perfectly. In that case, it's effective to go apologize from yourself again after about an hour.

I wielded my frustration aura, and even if I was afraid to come close, I approached it from myself: "Sorry about earlier. I'll watch out for these places in the future. Thank you for your continued guidance whip,"... well, I don't need to go this far, but I should tell you that I'm willing to "work hard" or so.

That will make your boss feel better. Even if there is no change on that day, after the next day, the mind is definitely feeling better.

Humans are really simple things.

In short, the identity of 'I don't like anything' is' dissatisfaction with what I don't think I'm doing '. And whoever is at its center will be recognised as' an abominable enemy who blades against himself '.

But if that 'hateful enemy to himself' shows himself a friendly attitude...?

Sure, it may not be 'what I think it is', but if you come all the way from the other side to explain in good faith that there's a reason for that?

Until they do, it's hard to keep the 'somehow dislike' emotion going the other way.

"I don't like it because I don't know it very well," if you put it in one word abusively.

Even with the same noise that neighbors can make, they say that the degree to which they can tolerate is completely different between neighbors who greet each other from day to day and neighbors who don't know their faces or their names.

Even if the flaws of others in red only seem uncomfortable about the eyes, if they are the faults of friends, they meditate somewhat on the eyes and sometimes even seem attractive there.

Turning weaknesses into strengths can be an unexpected and casual word. "It stinks" and "probably" is a piece of paper. "saviour" and "poor", "have many friends" and "octagonal beauty", "slender" and "pepper daughter"...

In the present circumstances, if 'the pacli cake maker who manages luxury and sells the cake' were to turn into 'the rushing cake maker who yearns for luxury and strives hard', there would be no more malice towards the Yangdu pavilion.

It doesn't matter whether you recognize it or not. Even if my ancestors claim to be us, as things stand, they just buy the objection. Until I convince you with my strength.

Later he said, "Uh, is the ancestor of the shortcake a Yang Deception Pavilion?" If you know, that's fine.

Anyway, our manager doesn't want to be number one.

Because we want more peace than that.

What is worth and what is most honorable, such as that, is for the individual to decide.

I get Ginette back the Yang Deception Pavilion where she can laugh.

If you want number one, I'll give you as much as you want.

"Done!

"" "Yikes!

Cheers around Pompeo.

Looks like the fruit tart is done.

"Ho... you're a killer"

His breath leaked unexpectedly to his flourishing. Yeah, it's beautiful.

Honestly, I'm surprised.

"As, well. I'm a pro."

Pompeo, who said so, seemed very happy somewhere.

The nostrils are tingly swollen.... were you so happy that I complimented you?

"This one's done."

""... well ""

Seeing the pudding alla mode you can do, a few ladies leak admiration.

Put your hands on your cheeks and stare with a lucid eye.

Puffy pudding served in elongated vessels. The area is beautifully decorated with gemstone-like fruit, and pure white raw cream is served with plenty of presence. And there, an adorable thin-baked cookie in the shape of a heart is plugged in.

"Cute......"

"... hey"

Take it personally that I made it, and the young lady gives a positive opinion.

No, maybe there's no more hostility towards me at the earliest.

"Mr. Yashiro. Tell me. Absolutely!"

"... you know what I mean."

Pompeo is approaching so fast.

Close!

And why are you so hostile to me?

What the hell, "Yashiro, you"... the first time I called you by name.

"Come on, have some"

In the words of Pompeo, the ladies cheer.

We get to the table and as soon as the cake is transported, we bring the Pompeo fruit tart to our mouth.

"Yummy!

"Rich sweetness..."

"Then the refreshing sweetness of the fruit..."

The ladies with their first experience with custard cream seem impressed by its savory sweetness.

In the meantime, only Ginette was carrying my pudding first into her mouth.

"... whoa... whoa... whoa..."

... After all, that's what I think.

But it's not the usual way of feeling tense, it's a bit of an emotional way of moisturizing your eyes. Thanks. Looks like it fitted Ginette's bump.

"Never before, it's the sweetness of a new sensation…"

Ginette should know some of the shoe cream and some of the custard cream stuff, but the pudding seemed different again.

Listening to Ginette's words, the ladies also shift their interest in pudding.

"... well"

"... this is"

"……………… delicious"

Though the thought of 'Shinji 42nd Ward' still eludes us somewhere, it is significant that we were able to elicit statements acknowledging this one.

Once you admit it, you work a lot of the thought "because it's what I admit". That makes me a little happy when someone says it badly, or when someone is complimenting me... or if I notice it as I repeat such a small change... I can't say there's no such thing as a fan.

"Well, you're the craftsman Pompeo admitted to."

"Right. That's more of a natural quality."

"On the contrary, I'm relieved. It's so terrible, it scratches Pompeo's name."

"Right. That's about right."

"Yeah, it's delicious and natural."

And that's how the rating of the Yang Ma Pavilion - District 42 cake - is reassembled among the ladies.

"Delicious and natural"

I'd say it's the biggest compliment, though with a gaze from above. Because being "natural" means that it's already top notch.

"Actually, I've been interrupting Mr. Yang Ma Ting before."

"Well, you too?

"And the wasps."

Oh, my God.

Was Teng himself in the midst of spreading malice at the Yangdu Pavilion... should I have let him in with a spit?

"The cake was delicious there, too."

"Sure, that cake called Milk Crepe has an interesting texture... then you can go eat it again"

In those words, Ginette's expression became much brighter.

Guests who didn't see the sincerity actually thought the cake was delicious. That fact lightened Ginette's mind.

Glad I brought you here.

"When the wasps asked, some scary people were filling the store... and they were too scared to get in, weren't they?

Did some of them come when the Gorotsky people occupied them? I'm sorry to hear that. I came all the way out here.

"So I thought that's the kind of store I'd go to."

"When the wax went, it was a calm, atmospheric shop, wasn't it?

"It's a store designed by Womalo."

"Well, the Torbec Workshop? With a whirlpool..."

Heh, Womalo is popular with these layers...... let's use it.

"Then those scared people have to say they're in the wrong place."

"They show up everywhere, ahhh that kind of deal. There's nothing to worry about."

"Yes, yes. It's best not to get involved."

"Yes, it is."

And ladies repeating whispers you can hear as much as you want.

No world, I'm afraid of rumors about women... I don't want to hear them. I don't want to hear them.

....................................... is that it?

"It's delicious, Mr. Yashiro! How can I come up with such an interesting textured cake!?

I felt something, something that caught me, and I tried to hand it over... but the hot, painful Pompeo grabbed my shoulder and shook it, so my brain was shaked and my thoughts stopped.

"Speaking of which, Yashiro, I've heard you love women's breasts......... well! This is inspired by that, isn't it!?

"I didn't!

Though I do have breast pudding and stuff!

There you go! Aren't your daughters' gaze getting really cold!?

The corner feels good. I just pictured it!

Because of my asshole Pompeo. Then I was forced to feel very uncomfortable.

You're postponing teaching the recipe much further. Reflect.

"I'll be back for the cake."

"Yes. Make sure you want it. Waiting for you!

On my way home, my daughter said that to Ginette.

Ginette bows her head deeply with the usual playable smile.

It's about those chatty ladies. The malice emanating from here will gradually diminish.

Get in the carriage Pompeo prepared for me, me and Ginette go back to the 42nd arrondissement.

On the way home, I spin my thoughts about the catch I felt earlier.

I had previously assumed that noble ladies had asked Gorotsuki to work in an attempt to harass' somehow dislike 'them......

I couldn't get in because I was scared.

"There's nothing you can do about it."

It's best not to get involved.

This is the ladies' assessment of the Gorots.

Naturally it's unfavourable...... would those ladies ask someone who hates you so much for a job or something?

Disrupting the business of the 'somehow dislike' store, just for that...?

Most importantly, if you asked Gorotsuki to interfere, why did you come all the way to the pavilion to say Yiami yourself?

Someone took the liberty of asking Gorotsuki, and the other lady didn't know?

Those rumor-loving, cake-bound, united ladies there?

That there are even people who came to the store on the exact same day and left without entering the store......

Thank you. I'm caught.

Are you sure it was those ladies who pointed the golo at you?

In the first place... are you a luxury related person...?

But who else would benefit from interrupting the distribution of the cake......

"… (b). Mr. Yashiro!

"What!?

They shake my shoulders, and I come back from the sea of thought.

Ginette was peeking into my face looking anxious.

"Um, Mr. Estella..."

"Estella?"

When he noticed, the carriage was parked in front of the Lords' Hall in District 42.

Estella is standing outside the carriage, clinging to the window in a hurry.

"What the hell, Estella?

Was this guy waiting for us to come home here?

Seeing a large group of maids led by Natalia out there, it looks like they blocked the road and stopped the carriage.

"Yashiro, it's tough!

Also, I have a bad feeling.

I've had a bad feeling lately that the invisible malice that I've been smoking will rekindle.

"The hunting guild has refused to cooperate"

"Huh!?

"In the future, we can't cooperate in anything related to the construction of the city gate!

The sun, which was in a high position in the sky, is covered by thick clouds, which make it look like it's going to rain.

The time is before noon.

Whatever Ginette is, I still can't seem to get home to the Yang Deception Pavilion...

"Estella, get in. We'll drop Ginette off at the Yangdu Pavilion and meet Usse on that leg."

"Yeah!"

We told the carriage owner where we were going, and we headed to the Hunting Guild District 42 branch.