Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Today was a very pleasant day with a blue sky that seemed to escape in the morning, with very pleasant temperatures and humidity.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess it's because I like what I do every day."

"Whoa. Don't praise me too much. Isn't that the light?"

"... if Yashiro's deeds are good, I'm called the saint prince."

These are the words of gratitude of Estella, Chairman of the Selection Committee for the First Great Foods Games in District 42.

Who is the saint prince? This fake milk habitual.

"Yashiro! Estella! We're ready!"

Ginette waves her signal loudly in a special kitchen set up in Central Square, District 42, where the screening meeting takes place.

Besides Ginette, restaurant officials in District 42 are busily moving around across the kitchen.

Have them keep cooking for the big meal.

It's probably the toughest day for them.

"Magda, Sister Bertina, Delia and Womalo don't participate because it's a player decision."

"Join them and you'll have a dead man out of your cooking number."

No one's ever had the experience of cooking for a big meal.

The production of the Great Food Games against the Three Districts is also to be cooked for the Great Food by the culinary numbers of the various Districts.

This is also a preliminary exercise for that.

During talks conducted solely by the Lords, one proposal was brought about by Ricardo.

"If the dish is delayed and the athlete is kept waiting, the district in charge of the dish shall be penalized"

Big meals are important for pacing.

If they wait poorly, I get bloated.

It can be described as an additional rule for disadvantaged districts not to use cooking numbers to do such work.

Besides, I can't have the food in time and the battle is white.

"I don't know, it's a pretty big tournament."

"All the inhabitants are in, and this is exactly what happened up the precinct."

Incidentally, all stores in District 42 today are considered compulsory closed.

It's an outfit that got the lord to wear mud in order not to leave the cause behind later.

But there was no one to complain about.

Oh, I'm allowed to go back to work in an emergency, and I don't need to apply.

There might be some kind of emergency, like a hen fleeing or a cow giving birth.

Around here, you're free to do it.

"... Yashiro"

When the venue was almost over, Magda came to me with an already decided member.

"... Magda and the others want to participate"

"A murderer!?

"You mustn't use noisy language, Mr. Yashiro.... Juru"

"You're not leaking noise!

If these guys join, the dead will continue from the cooking number, food in the forty-second district will be depleted, and boobs will be drastically reduced due to lack of nutrition.

You can't admit it!

"No, sss. The Oilers want to get used to the atmosphere of the game."

"What were you talking about earlier, like an athlete?

"The Oilers are athletes!? Mr. Yashiro picked it out!?

"Sure, you might want to experience it once, rather than bump it into production."

"Uh-huh... and so is that..."

"Huh!?

I heard strange voices from afar, and Ginette came to us with a small run of great speed.

"Oh, oh, oh, uh... hi, you're going to die, aren't you?

Seriously, wolf. My eyes are amazing. Seriously.

"It's okay, Ginette. We just enjoy the atmosphere...... right. Keep it in the eighth belly."

"In the second minute, please!

"... there will be starvation, won't there?

"He who eats more than one serving and dies of hunger is not in this world."

Ginette's true wish was heard, and Bertina was to participate until the second minute of her belly, on the condition that Magda had no 'Red Moya'. As for Delia, I'd eat a little more than normal if I didn't even serve sweet food.

"Oh, um... what about the oila? Something restrictive or something."

"No Magda"

"That's just mentally hard, ssss! It doesn't matter how much you eat, sss!

"Then..."

Put your mouth close to Magda's cat ear and blow a certain line in there.

Draw my will, and Magda snorts. And...

"... Magda doesn't like people who eat too much"

"Oyla, two rice grains or so fills my stomach, Pads!

"... Hey, Yashiro. I hope it's easy to handle... I guess it's not appropriate for a selection party for a big food tournament?

I had no choice, so I kept it to make Magda say, "... moderate today".

"Can we overcome Sister's food in real time… its trials…"

He looks so serious.

No, sure, if it's Bertina, I'd eat it at a level where it's not weird to cry in from a wasabi aunt. This time he said he would stop in the second minute of his belly............ I wonder how many servings Bertina's belly is in the end...

And there comes Natalia, who was organizing the audience with the participants.

"Dear Yashiro, Lady, and many others"

"Who's got a lot more!?

"But don't you think it's a good idea to learn to be respectful with" Dear "?"

Bertina is jerking off the angry Delia.

Womalo can't say anything because there are so many beautiful women even if he wants to argue.

"The audience seating was fine and you were seated without any major confusion"

"Yes. Good."

"Dear Yashiro-san, it seems that the seating of the design is easy to see in all seats, so it was difficult to dissatisfy."

At the time of this setup, I was handing Womalo some design paintings.

The audience seating feels like watching a TV show and is set up in a fan-shaped shape around a long to long table next to the stage of a big meal, with a stair-like structure that becomes higher as you go from the front row to the back.

It won't mean I can't see you in any seat.

After doing the pot and cheering it up, Oomaro seemed to have worked late at night on this setup.

"Isn't that a lack of sleep?

"No, I slept with you, sss. If you put it together to some extent, you'll be able to do it in the morning."

Special set with assembled formula.

That's really like a TV show.... Me, would you have grassed it and made it an all-back or something? "Did you cut your hair?" or something. "

But there's one problem.

"Is there a problem?

"There are more people who want to participate than expected, and we don't have enough seats."

Natalia seems to say that more than forty people have offered to participate.

I was expecting a dozen or so of us to get together... but maybe we lit a bad fire in a briefing to the people.

"Apparently, more people want to try the special menu that will be served this time"

"Oh... I see"

I'd like to try a new menu that I'm not sure I can eat big, but I rarely can.

There seems to be a lot of people who want to take part in the memorial.

... That's troubling.

"What do we do, Yashiro? If you're up to something like that, it doesn't matter how much you spend."

"Right."

To an audience that has not yet expressed its participation: "Did you have that hand!" I can't believe they thought, "Then me too!" I don't care how many more he gets.

I can't help it.

"Do you want to cut your leg off?"

"A foot cut?

I went to the special kitchen and talked to the lemon owners and other cake shoppers.

First, qualify for the selection board.

The ingredients are cake!

"Go back to your shop and bake the cake as soon as you can. Keep feeding until there are ten participants!

"Um, but... wouldn't doing that make me unable to have adult lunch?

"It's okay! The cake's another belly!

However, if you fill the other belly first, the pressure on the main stomach is less than half!

"So why don't we do this?

Estella will come up with an amendment to my proposal.

"Let's split the participants in two and let them choose which way to go. There were a lot of women, and if you could eat all kinds of cakes, some people would say that you'd be better off?

"But then the 'me and me' people..."

I'll take care of that.

Natalia gives a crisp look with her chest stretched out.

"Anyone wishing to participate after this... let's just say after you defeat me"

"Deadline normally"

"Right. Talk to me and you'll see."

"What are you gonna do with the injured?"

"... you should stop that kind of provocation because it comes riding funny around Norma"

"That's a total offense, me. It's sad, Master Yashiro, that I did what I thought was good."

"From what angle are you going to be sweet, you!? I'm freaking out!

That is why the problem was solved in the simplest and easiest way, without having to think deeply.

I'm done with the "I'm already due ~" word. Yeah, humans, we can tell each other if we talk.

As Estella stared, when divided into the cake department and the adult lunch department, there were twenty-seven people in the cake, eighteen in the adult lunch, and a moderate number of people.

Adult lunch, it's hard to make. The real deal is for the three of us, and we don't need hard practice so far.

"Eighteen plates in one go... our store flag, how many times will it come out?

"I want you to go around."

As well, the contestant screening meeting for the big food tournament began while the fun of this side was also included.

"Noho, whoa! This is amazing! Awesome! Neferry players, scratch Mont Blanc with tremendous momentum that won't allow any other followers! Who the hell could have predicted sipping that thin, characteristic cream of Mont Blanc like a noodle, no, it can't be done either! What do you say, brother in the commentary!?

"No,... it would be physically impossible"

"What are you talking about, brother!? Cake is a maiden's dream! There's no such thing as impossible for the food of your dreams!

"No... physically... well, fine"

Loretta, who is entering the adult lunch department, is happy to live.... This guy is strangely handsome.

The contestants, it seemed like a handful at first, but the long stretch of time limit of forty-five minutes had done their job and stirred up a sense of rivalry in a good way.

"Ooh, ooh. Paula player whose hands have completely stopped! It was apparently only at the beginning that the prestige was good"

"Ugh, Loretta! You're going to roll back now, so shut up and watch!

"I can't shut up because I'm real! Puppy ~ su"

"You, remember later!

This way, Loretta is the one who incites the participants, so he was always starting to kill himself. Daily depression, worries and all that other stuff, women who devour themselves as if they hit a cake with negative emotions that build up in their bodies. and some ossans.

"Ha... my mouth is sweet ~!

"Me too, it may be time to limit..."

Yap rock on Maumatt is extremely small in number compared to other female athletes.

...... why did you join the cake person............

"Yap Rock had commented before the game, 'As someone involved in caramel popcorn, I thought it might be natural to enter sweet stuff'"

"That's a hugely wrong interpretation. He makes corn, not caramel popcorn."

"Maumatt... well, perhaps you just wanted to be surrounded by young ladies? It's a crocodile."

"Oh no! Look, you're crazy, so you're a little spaced up on both sides!

Women athletes on both sides of Maumatt shift chairs to distance themselves from Maumatt.

Pup, zamaa.

"I look like this and I like sweet things!

"Then eat more economically."

"... no, two is enough... you don't eat too much all at once"

Leaking a pitiful cry, a crocodile slams into his desk.

You can't do this guy. As an athlete, my most cherished guts are significantly missing.

"Oh, no, Maumatt, this is retiring already. I knew you just wanted to be surrounded by young girls around not leaving your seat despite it. It's a crocodile."

"So, no, you're sticking together! And don't go any further, the girls next door!

Following Mormat, Yap Rock also gibbered up.

Cheryl ran over and smiled at the sight of me eating up the extra cake.

"Brother... Mr. Yap Rock's daughter is only five years old, so I want you to stop looking at her with such a sad eye..."

"You've got a good heart, Loretta?

You want a taste, too? You got my serious, horny gaze?

Master Yashiro, we have one minute.

A signal enters from the watchmaker Natalia.

The bell rang high to match it.

"I'm a loser!... morgumogumogumogumo!

"Oh, my God, even me!... CHIRRRRRRR!

At the bell a minute before the end, the athlete shows the last spar.

But there is no more space in the already swollen belly... In the end, the cake department put the curtain down with the victory of Neferry.

"It was a great fight! The winner Neferee showed us a new way to eat the cake. It's the way the king deserves to win. It's very different from some tavern sign daughter who took part by chewing on her cooking number job and being caught in a cake."

"Is that about me, Loretta!?

Paula, who was eating too much and was down, wakes up and strips his fangs.

I'm not sure if these two are close or not.

"That was a lot to eat, Nefery."

The battle is over and Estella shares that sentiment.

Sure, you ate a lot compared to the other guys, but you can't deny the feeling that the others were too normal.

First of all, Delia eats more sweets.

"Yashiro!"

Winner Neferry rushes to the live seat.

"Hehe, I won"

"Oh, my God."

"Ah, then I am, it's time to go. Live please, Mr. Neferry."

"Yes, sir. Good luck."

Loretta is here with Neferry and Button Touch to join the adult lunch department.

Neferry sits next to me, and both my neighbors become Estella and Neferry.

Pinch me in between, Estella speaks to Neferry.

"How was it, how did it feel to try?

"Uh-huh, it was just the first time I thought it was delicious, and the second half was just tough... it feels like I don't want to see Mont Blanc for a while longer"

Neferry rubbing his stomach and leaking a bitter laugh. It looks really painful.

It's been a long time. Forty-five minutes.

"That's what I'm after."

I don't get tired of watching battles that take time to develop psychological warfare rather than those that are determined in an instant. Don't make drama.

That proved even in the current battle.

The participants seemed murky along the way, and the audience was very vocal.

To a serious human being, people are moved.

A leading con man doesn't mean he speaks better than anyone else.

A really good con man is a good mind actor.

- "I... have never felt so comfortable... now that's a lot of fun"

- "What are you doing!? If we don't start now, you'll stay the same for the rest of your life!?

- "We have a hungry young child..."

- "I really want to support your dream. Let's grab a dream together!

Joy and sorrow and the modus operandi to make your emotions expensive and move them as you think they are have long been used.

Humans have the habit of trying to be in tune with something close.

It's fun to be with someone who says you enjoy your time with yourself.

If anyone seriously scolds me for my impudence, I feel angry at myself for not being able to respond to it.

Crying down is the simplest and most popular con maneuver. It's easy to ask for sympathy.

The road is different, and the future we head for is together. I enjoy spending time with such 'buddies'. For that time...... people paid for it and later they said, "It's a scam! I regret it."

All of these methods are commonly used in rat lectures and painting commerce.

You can see how easy it is for him to make mistakes by synchronizing his emotions, even with his example of love bridging theory.

If you support a long time, emotionally to the contestants, then every bit of people's minds overlap into one. By aiming for the same goal, individual beings are integrated into a great will.

... or, like, a suspicious religious...

I mean, it's me. It's like a cultural festival.

Prepare together and share a special feeling by acting out of the ordinary: staying in school until midnight, staying up all night, or out buying out. What we wait for afterwards is a difficult sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, and the guy who went through it gets to be his best friend or lover.

When it comes to the high incidence of couples at cultural festivals...... damn, the late night festival launch fireworks, I don't know if they'll accidentally explode inside the school building......

As you can see from the above, the guy who can work so hard to prepare for the cultural festival can fill the rear.

So, this tournament is just the right place to create such unity.

There are 40 and 42 stores lined up in the 41st arrondissement, and the humans of the 3rd arrondissement are disturbed and ruined. its heterogeneous space. Serious battle that opens there.

The rule is that the losing district unconditionally ignores the demands of the winning district.

So many favorable conditions are in place, and even as we are currently letting them do, even by forcing them to do preparatory work, the people of District 41, who were solidified in crappy electorate, will also show a little cohesion.

Eliminating extreme inequality is a quick way to eliminate strife.

Naturally, it's impossible for everyone to be equal, and if we do that, there will be no more competition and development will stop. I'm not. What I fear is that extreme inequality creates the lowest of the bottom, which doesn't even have the strength to crawl.

When there's nothing left to lose, people stop showing hesitation in taking it away.

You need to hit him before that happens.

If you eat something delicious and make a fool of yourself, your daily depression will be clear.

You can support him out loud, rejoice if he wins, and regret it with him if he loses.

And at the end of the day, if you even hear the phrase, "This tournament was the best," those sweating in District 41 should feel rewarded.

"Forty-five minutes. That was pretty dramatic, wasn't it?

"If you're doing it, it's not something you've enjoyed."

"That's why the audience is shaken."

Now I turn to Neferry and say, "Well done!" "Tired! Voices such as" are flying.

Hmm, who is it? Now I'm like, "Don't look at Neferry with your horny eyes! Who missed something like that? Is there such a strange guy besides Percy...

"Dear Yashiro. Adults, the lunch department is ready."

A report enters from Natalia.

Natalia strikes an overall balance, so to speak, in a director-like position.

"Ginette! Are you okay over there?

"Huh! I'll hang in there!"

The kitchen is in good mood.

"Well, Mr. Yashiro in the commentary. Do you have a featured player?

The neferry is a neferry and is fast becoming a reality.

You really like this stuff. Can it be an actress aspiration?

"Well, I wonder how far Bertina and Magda can stand it"

"... no worries"

"Ugh. It's okay. I'll be patient in the fourth minute."

"It's the second minute, Sister!?

Magda is fine...... Bertina, if Ginette is cute, will you listen to what I have to say? Otherwise, I don't care what happens to Ginette's life... 'cause that sounds like some kind of kidnapper line, this.

"Brother! I'm here, too! He's a big featured player!

"Yeah, yeah, but what do you think, Yashiro?

Neferry picks up Loretta's words, disciplined, that wave loudly and appeal to existence.

I don't care what they say...

"Well, you're normal?

"Yeah. I think I'm normal too"

"Those two are saying something terrible! I'm not normal!

and so on, and Loretta, who gives normal returns.

I don't have the impression that he ate too much.

Well, he wants to stand out more than the rest of us, and he has the guts to make reckless bets.

"Well, let's keep an eye on how many minutes Loretta throws up after dinner"

"You won't throw up!? I don't make food crude!

No, isn't that where you argue?

"Come on, finally, the new specialty of District 42, adult lunch, has been carried in front of each athlete!

From the audience, he said, "Oh!" The voice goes up.

Expectations seem pretty high.

The mark of each restaurant pierced by meatballs catches my eye.

"Speaking of which, there's no emblem and shop markings on the Yang Deception Pavilion, which is also the inventor, right? What's wrong with you?

Neferry asks questions in an announcer-like tone.

I can't help but wonder where you'll remember that, but, well, they asked me, so I'll answer you.

"We have easier specifications. Look, look at the adult lunch Ginette just brought in."

"Which... Ah!? Really, that's awesome!

That looks like a vegan surprise.

The flag of the Yangdu Pavilion stands ahead of Neferry's gaze, and ahead of the gaze of the audience attracted by Neferry's words.

The flag of the Yangdu Pavilion without the emblem of the store says "Yangdu Pavilion" in large letters all over the flag.

The color scheme is white and black only with a powerful brush like the one painted in the brush, but the finish is quite impactful.

I am familiar with Japan, but there is not much penetration in this world called 'signs with store names'. This will be quite remarkable.

By the way, these flags - and so are the flags for your child's lunch - I'm carving pieces of wood to make a hanko. If you stain the ink and press it on the paper, it will become a flag.

"Oh, I might want that flag for a second..."

That whine that Neferry leaked casually is what we're after, too.

You want a flag? Then buy it and eat it!

Please go to the food court in District 41 or the dealership in District 42 for your request.

"The menu includes fried shrimp in a hamburger, meatballs in a warcraft sausage... salad and everything."

Announcer Neferry shares his thoughts through the material.

"Fried shrimp is the guy Yashiro thought of, right?

"It was eaten in my hometown. I didn't think about it."

"I've never eaten."

That would be so.

I recently taught shrimp dishes to shops.

Anyway, bread is a luxury ingredient in this city. I don't have the idea of using bread flour per se.

But even hard black bread is not a problem with bread flour. My clothes are somewhat stiff, but they turned out to be a solid toothed shrimp fry. That's delicious.

"What are you serving out of the Yangdu Pavilion?

"We've got grilled salmon and Neapolitan."

"Napouritan?

"It's that red pasta"

"What!? Yangdu Pasta is in addition to meat sauce and tomato sauce!?

"I taught Ginette last night and it's my first reveal of the day"

"Wow, I wanted to eat it!

Stylish women's nephews like pasta.

I guess you wanted the latest pasta faster than anyone else. I feel terribly sorry for him.

... So, you were sipping Mont Blanc too? Have you been thinking too much?

We only serve two dishes, but all dish numbers accept that. I came to the conclusion that it should look good.

Sometimes I didn't take down the grilled salmon with Delia. We're the only ones dealing with salmon. I've been looking after Delia for days, and I wanted to help her improve the status of river fish.

"Yashiro...... oh dear. Me... I'm hungry"

Neferry, who was about to suffer from wandering the cake, bellies when she sees adult lunch.

Because your other belly, it's crazy.

"We're ready."

I got a signal from Natalia, and finally, the adult lunch division of the Grand Eat Competition selection party begins.

The bell hits high and the participant eats up to the dish in front of him.

... Bertina, finish your first plate faster than anyone else.

Ginette's complexion stains bright blue.

If I say three, I'll force you to terminate.

"You have a lot of athletes to show off their amazing eating. We're all in the mood!

He grips his fist and also has heat on Neferry's reality.

Cheers fly from the audience, and the selection meeting is a lot of excitement.

He who flies lightly, he who pierces my pace with care in the distribution of pace, he who is over-conscious of the players around him and is flushed...... various.

There's only one thing that all athletes have in common.

"Yummy!

"Yum!"

"Yabe! Magipane!"

It means every athlete looks delicious.

I had a taste of it too, but it was a high standard dish that I could confidently recommend.

"As an associate of the deviser, you can't lose!

Loretta is fighting well with weird pride.

Most importantly, I like that it looks delicious. That's a good point.

I guess I'll put him in when I have extra frame. It could be a good publicity if you put it in for a culinary turn in the 42nd Ward.

"Hey, Yashiro. Imelda's in on it."

"Seriously!?

"... I wonder what you're doing, you won't be able to make it to the big food tournament in a position"

Among the participants was Imelda, who gracefully eats while holding down her blonde hair with one hand.

It's hard for him to represent District 42... but he's a leader in District 40. If they suspect a smelly manipulation like a back-trade, I'm bored, so I'm supposed to be telling them I won't elect a representative of the 42nd arrondissement... well, maybe a selection board?

"You don't seem to be willing to win anything."

Imelda eats really gracefully with a finely chopped sausage to get into her little mouth.

"Oh, that's pretty good," I can't believe I held my mouth by my hand and circled my eyes... I just normally look like I'm having dinner.

"I don't think you need to pay any particular attention."

I agree with Estella.

Leave it at ease and pick it up when you're full.

And Regina's in on it.

"Seriously!?

"Where!?

He came out more surprised than Imelda.

Me and Estella staring at the tip of Neferry's finger.

"... Akan... If people were looking at me, I wouldn't be able to eat..."

Regina didn't have a hand in cooking at all, pulling under the table to avoid the audience's gaze.

... What are you doing out here, that guy? No, seriously.

Flatten the third plate in the order of Bertina, Magda and Delia, the top three retiring early.... forced.

"You can still go, right?

"… I would like to discuss the significance of experiencing forty-five minutes"

"Oh, my God, we're still coming. Come on!

He was leaking dissatisfaction with things like that, but... I have to get the guys who flatten the three plates with peroli to exit early as soon as they see if the other guys are going to the second plate.

Already, you guys will be good enough to bump into the real thing.

Afterwards, Womalo also retired after eating a plate of "Today's oila is moderate ssss".

Well, this is what a womalo with no magda would look like. Awaken him up. He's a numb.

Skip the four finalists and continue the screening session with the rest of them.

Forty-five minutes of a long walk ahead, what drama will be born...... let me see!

... so, forty-three minutes have passed.

"I can't eat anymore"

"… Zzz"

"That was delicious."

"Let's go eat again."

"Can I have this flag? No, I don't think so..."

Always this guy stopped his hand as soon as his belly swelled.

Isn't this normal lunch? It's not delicious to eat outdoors - if you're saying so!

"If this were the case, we wouldn't have retired the Bertinas."

"Then the top three might have eaten well and the cooking number would have been practiced."

The cook numbers have an extra look on their face.

The order barely came in after twenty minutes.

For now Loretta is still eating... well, she hasn't been seen.

"Cantalchica sausage is... great on an empty stomach, but on a full stomach... it feels hard and persistent like your billboard daughter..."

"Hey, Loretta!? That's about me, right?

I keep eating hard.

That's the level.

"As for the screening meeting, it could have been a failure."

"Maybe not, though it would be a complete failure"

Correct Estella's very sweet review.

Now you can't pick a player to fill the remaining two frames.

"Well, you don't have to declare it in advance, can you just look at the situation?

"Well, three wins in the top three... no, but you plan on making a decision in Womalo"

It doesn't matter if it's Loretta, Neferry or Paula.

"Well, this time..."

"Well, now that I know you'd like to take an adult lunch, okay?"

"That was fancy publicity..."

Eventually, it ended up being a new menu unveiling for District 42.

Well, okay.

The bell rings high and the forty-five minutes of intense fighting ends.

... what a neat fight.

I want you to think about allocating the pace so this doesn't happen in production.

"Brother ~! I ate the most!"

And Loretta, who normally thinks it's awesome, but has a very subtle record of not eating well, won.

Uh-huh... I knew it was you.

When Loretta gets involved, it's always like this...

"It's normal."

"Terrible! I worked so hard. Huh!?

The other two frames, let's look at the situation and elect them.