Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Yashiro! Cabbage, I bought it ~"

Ginette comes running down the boulevard in the thirty-sixth arrondissement with two hands up a large, round cabbage that the green imomou seems to prefer.

The stalls sold more than I could imagine, and I ran out of materials. That's why I procure locally.

"... octopus, get it"

Magda's hand, which snuck out of an alley separate from Ginette's, was gripped by a large octopus that had been boiled tightly.

I can't boil it in a stall. Looks like they've had it boiled in the fishmonger.... or was it originally boiled?

"... in this city, boiled seafood is with classic food"

"Heh. That's your neighbor in the 35th arrondissement of the city of the sea."

One of the bases of the Sea Fishing Guild, District 35.

In the thirty-sixth district, close to its city gate, sea delights are sold here and there.

I've only seen the boulevard, but I feel the ocean's thrust of happiness is more amazing than District 35's as a mental state.

"Brothers! Come on, let's cook! Popcorn alone is about the limit!

During the material replenishment, Loretta, Sister Hammuru, and his brother had pressed over with one popcorn.

But "something that accumulates in your belly more than sweet! The Osama guys with faces like," You don't seem satisfied with popcorn, "there's something about it, right? You're gonna do something with that iron plate over there, aren't you?" He was turning his half-threatened gaze at us.

I waited, ready to burn right away, I was rather in needle condition.

My gaze stings.

I baked crepes and pancakes... but when I offered them something sweeter, they decided, "This is the only place I have sweet stuff," and the people who weren't interested in sweets were going away, so I put up with them in spite of selling them.

I'll even sell you pancakes if you're ready to cook!

"Hungry, hordes of beasts."

Beyond the kids cheeky with delightful popcorn, Osama stares at this one, emitting exactly the starving beast-like aura.

Well, it's also because I drop a little sauce on an iron plate and sprinkle it around just the good smell... because if it's just the sweet smell, the corner guests get away, and it's time for dinner, so if you let them get away here, Osama and I will eat elsewhere...

"Ginette, please cut the ingredients! Me and Magda are gonna start baking soon!

"Yes!"

"… Copy"

Grease two well-heated iron plates and stand by.

The octopus roaster pours the dough in first.

The okonomiyaki has to be mixed together, so it's a little more patience.

"Yes! One serving for now!

Ginette cuts cabbage and octopus one serving at a time and puts them in front of us.

I mean burn one serving first. That's the manager. There's no waste.

As the okonomiyaki is only cooked in advance for one serving, Ginette takes the octopus cut.

Takoyaki is easier to cook all at once.

Looks like he's going to cut the octopus before the dough hardens.

Okonomiyaki and okonomiyaki, and when each cooking began, the kids pulled closer to one hand of popcorn.

It's funny, the process you're making. Takoyaki in particular.

But more than that, the pressure from the Osama's looming behind the kids is awesome.

"You know, Temehe et al? This is all I kept you waiting. And if you make poor things out of nappies, there's gonna be brawls, right?" Such a face.

I wonder if they're the ones who even do the packing job at the harbor, like the Hans with their muscles swelling in the bread twitching and stuffing,... horror.

"Hey, are you scared?!?

"Riot, one step ahead!

Loretta and Hammoru lean and tremble at the "pressure" of the snuggling Hans.

...... come on. I'm about to bake just one okonomiyaki............ seriously, there's going to be a riot?

Don't start snatching each other or something.

All right, I'm gonna hold you steadfast, resolute, and totally stop this side-by-side pillaging!

"Okay! Okonomiyaki number one! Do you have a buyer?

"Ah, go ahead. After you."

"No, it's you."

"I'm still fine, so how about someone first?

"In the meantime, why don't we line up in order, folks?

"" Agreed ""

The spirit of concession!?

They were so huge!?

Something, I'm sorry I judged you by your looks!?

"Well, there's Atarkshi. - Oh, my God!

"The okonomiyaki to feed Temee. Huh!

Baba, a press-painted makeup, broke through between the conceding Hans.

Perseverance, activated!

Wearing well-furnished clothes and gothic ornaments to see, this baba must be some rich guy as he sees it.

But I don't!

Usually, I give priority to the rich and make them pay more than they need... but I am fiercely impressed with the spirit of these Hans' concessions right now!

There is no fine dust in the gap that enters those without a sober heart!

"Okay! Then it's you I've been waiting for since the beginning! I'll sell you number one!

"What!? Oh, you want me to do something?

Ooh, how to talk!?

... I almost regret it a bit, but the language will depend on the prank of the Spirit God...

"Fine! I sold it to you!

"Thank you so much!

A strangely low back muscle man steps forward, bows his head to me, heads down to Ginette, Magda, Loretta and Hammoru, looks back and bows his head to the audience.

Lower back!? How low back are you!?

"Well, here you go.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

A wild voice leaked.

Low hips. "Bean!," he stretched, "Hey, look at this! Seriously, it's good!" he puts up a plate with an okonomiyaki to appeal to the audience, pointing it at it and showing it.

Looks like a veteran gourmet reporter the way you feed your gaze.

If the camera was there, he would be showing off a section of the okonomiyaki while saying, "Hey, camera, look at this" or something.

"This tastes like it made a delicious meal even more delicious!

Too bad. Even if it's awesome, it's bad.

I'm not passing on one thing.

"Hammoru. Eat the new okonomiyaki you just baked and let him know what you think."

Pass the baked okonomiyaki to Hammoru while Osama is stuffy and let it taste.

Ham Moru moves his little mouth around the okonomiyaki without hesitation.

Watch, what a gourmet reporter.

This is what he calls a food repo!

"Of good taste and happiness, a concerto or -!

"Give it to me too!

"Me too!

"Here's three!

That's Ham Moru. Soon the endurance of the audience pushed its limits.

You, you can eat on that road.

"... Hammoru. And this one."

"Ooh! Magda Tan's 'Ahem' Yah!

Whether the popularity of okonomiyaki inspired your hatred or not, Magda will feed one octopus to Hammoru.

"Huh, huh, huh, huh!

"Cute no" is raised by the ladies gathered in Hammaru, who makes the octopus roast in her mouth.

... Let's be silly. Ha-ha-ha, I can do it, too.

If it's cute, it's Ham Moru and five minutes.

"Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho... Ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! Ha-ha-ha."

It's not even the earliest feeling.

What do you mean, "hot and delicious"?

"I'll buy it!

"Me too!

"Atarkshi has three zamas. Huh!

Until the Thermaus Obasan just now!?

Wow that's so popular with women!? Hammoru is quickly surrounded by ladies.

... Me too, let's bake okonomiyaki while I pretend.

"Oh, oh, and a takoyaki for me too!

"Me too!

"No, I'm first!

The momentum just pushes away the ladies who love Hammuru, and Osama and the others flock before the takoyaki.... No, it's swarmed before 'Magda'.

And then we all get together and open our mouths wide to the limit.

"" "" "Ahem!

"... I have not provided that service"

"" "" Yikes!?

You're not jealous of the "ahem" Ham Moru got you.

Wow... Osama's mixed-up gaze is piercing Hammoru. Wow.

Osama's jealousy, I don't even know.

"… except. It won't leak to the buyer, Loretta will 'hee hee'"

"Why me?!?

"" "" I bought it!

"A huge number of Hans are on Unizon!?

Awesome. Simply the Hans.

... Is there only fools in this district?

"Ugh... harsh and sooo..."

Loretta exhales once "Phew" on the octopus grill handed to her by Magda before handing it to the customer.

... What, this play. Shall I line up, too?

But you were quickly scratched by the popularity of takoyaki.

Magda, who sent her gaze this way, looked awesome and proud.

... Let's do this.

"Ginette!"

"Yes."

"The service of offering okonomiyaki with a single pinch…"

"Repent!

You can't do that!

Well, you burn.

I can't help it.

I can't help it, so next time, let's just have me do it.

Thus, the thirty-sixth district 'powder' festival unloaded its curtain in the midst of a celebration.

The sky is abundantly twilight. I guess I can't sell in the 35th arrondissement anymore. It'll be quite a deep time by the time we get there.

"Do you want to sell in District 35 tomorrow morning?"

"So are you leaving after lunch?

Talk about that while cleaning up.

Right. If you start at about eleven o'clock and do it until about thirteen o'clock, you'll be able to make rough money.

Then let's say we go back to District 42.

"So it's night by the time you get to the Yangdu Pavilion"

"That could happen............ that sorry face...... you didn't think you were going to be open tomorrow?

"What!? Oh, no! When I got there early... I was thinking..."

It's a company animal... I have a company animal.

You know, work after a trip...

No, well. For Ginette, working at the Yangtze Pavilion may be a viable, hobby, and a form of entertainment.

Let's just get some rest tomorrow.

"Right. I can't let you guys hang out. Get some rest in preparation for the next day."

I guess the next day is open without question.

Tough guy.

"Let's do our best tomorrow for that."

"Whoa! We're gonna make money!

"Yes. Let's have you all smile!

... The purpose is very different with me and Ginette.

I hope not, because the result will be the same.

"... Yashiro. Shop number two is pretty much done."

"All right, let's eat, too."

We've cleaned up, but the iron plate in store seven is in hot condition.

I'll cook our share.

"... Magda categorically rejects okonomiyaki"

"Me too... I kept sniffing that all day, too, in the heat..."

"Sweet, spicy, torturous!

"Uh... well, I don't mind anything... if I can..."

"I know. 'Cause I'm thinking of someone who's not a proper okonomiyaki."

Last time, I watched employees smell sauce all day at the Yangdu Pavilion. I could imagine the same thing happening today.

So I'm going to stop using the powder and cook it on an iron plate.

Pork and shrimp, and vegetables. It will be something to eat there.

"Can I help you?

"Well, cut the vegetables into large pieces"

"Yes."

Ginette cuts the cabbage to the perfect size for an iron plate grill.

In the meantime, I'll bake pancakes.

Let it be sweet, and replace it with bread.

If you pinch vegetables and meat, it will look like a burger.

And, beside me like that, Magda and Loretta started making a mess of themselves.

Take a peek into what you're doing...

"... I made a takoyaki for Yashiro"

"Eat it!

"You guys...... I, too, kept getting the same aroma of sauce the same time you guys did?

We refused, but you want me to eat... oh, already. You can't refuse it after you've made it................ let's heat it up, again.

"Brother! That was for work earlier, and it didn't actually take that long!

Suddenly he interrupts, and Loretta looks desperate and complains about something.

Business? What are you talking about?

"So this is, uh... my first 'whoo-hoo' in my life!

That said, I take one of the octopus roasts from Magda's plate and breathe "whoo-hoo" in my mouth. With the hot air, bonito shakes. The more you make yourself eat, the closer the octopus grill is to your lips.

And I'm going to serve you a sufficiently hot octopus.

"Oh, it's 'ahhh'!

I mean, is that it?

He said the "whoo-hoo" he was doing to his customers earlier was for business and he was just pretending to be blowing its fruit. Actually, I haven't even breathed that much, and if I say it, I won't hit "whoo-hoo" because it's only one time. This is Loretta's first "whoo-hoo." - But you want to say.

So, can you feed me that "first time"?

"Quickly. It falls!"

Loretta's hands tremble with puffiness.

Indeed, if you leave it even for five more seconds, the octopus grill will fall without resisting gravity.

That's a waste.

Then there's only one thing I need to do... This octopus grill was so close to Loretta's lips earlier...

"Ah, ah, quick!

"Ooh! I know!

It's nothing.

In the first place, because Loretta says something oblivious......... yes, stay!

I'm gonna eat this!

Hit the round object offered.

It's an unmistakable octopus, with the aroma of a sweet spicy sauce... intense heat spreading into my mouth.

"Hot! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! It's hot, you!

"Phew Phew" didn't play a role at all.

It's so hot!

But I can't even spit it out...

Anyway, Loretta's a little nervous, but she's looking at me somewhere like she expected.

"What do you say?

Hot!

"Oh, delicious?

Hot and I don't know, but hey!

When I said "Ha-ha-ha" and couldn't answer, Loretta's eyes were smeared with the color of anxiety.

Oh, wait, wait! I'm telling you now! Because I say what I think!

When swallowed in great haste, the heat, like a chunk of flame, falls down the esophagus.

... Hey, I'm going to cry.

"Ugh, that was delicious... Loretta"

My esophagus is burned and my voice doesn't speak well.

But still, Loretta nodded satisfactorily and jumped a little.

"Then I'm glad!

... If you are happy with this, cheap................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"... ahhh"

Magda offers me a round object in front of my eyes that burns someone's esophagus.

"... Magda, too, this is the real 'ahhh'"

"No, you're going to be like Ham Moru, nothing, it's like being inside me..."

"... Magda's, Seriously, 'Ahem'"

No, me, too, if Loretta wanted to prove that she was acting like she was going to, "It's not easy to give it to customers if you have to take care of it somehow."

But, Magda.

You're good, right?

Besides, I've done "ahem" before, haven't I?

"... Now it's Magda's, seriously, 'ahhh'"

You don't know where the fire lights up, Magda's dislike for losing... I mean, Magda.

"Don't you have a" whoo-hoo "?

…………

Magda's ears stretch pearly.

Oh, are you in the light?

"... Yashiro wants that?

"As, well, desired...?

I'm sure it's hot.

Even Loretta's felt like she was dying.

As it is, I'm sure it's tight. I can't.

"... it's too much to ask for"

Magda, who apparently lit her maiden heart, showed a rare and blatant illumination and stuck the octopus into my mouth without question.

"Oops!?

... Magda.

It's a ghost business...

"... Magda should be aware that she is not a woman who can easily do what she wants"

Then, in exchange, remember, sticking something too hot in your mouth will burn you.

"Um, Mr. Yashiro... it's not very cold, but it's water"

"Ha-ha-ha!

"Uh... 'Thank you', right?

Hot and unspeakable, my, brilliantly deciphered appeal, Ginette. Exactly.

Oh... I thought I was going to die.

Well, I get it.

Somehow, but what's a maiden heart? Subtle emotions must have swirled away, I'm sure. Oh my god ~ I can understand... for now, that's all I'm saying.

"In the future, it is forbidden to" ah-huh "and" whoo-hoo "customers."

I'm gonna be in a disaster around here.

"... Got it"

"Me, too, okay."

"Okay, no!

Yeah. You don't understand Ham Moru. But well, okay. It's Ham Moru.

"... the manager should also eat. Magda Takoyaki"

"It's hot, so once you break it, you should eat it after it cools down inside"

"That care, you wanted it when I..."

I'm glad you didn't burn.

But I feel like avoiding hot stuff for a while.

"Um, Mr. Yashiro, are you okay?

Ginette cares about me after she brings me a nice, chilled octopus.

"If there's anything you want me to do, say it, right?

"Well, pinch the okonomiyaki..."

"Repent"

I feel comfortable, but it doesn't seem to matter.

Chi...

Then we all cheeked up a burger with shrimp and pork stuck in the pancake and walked the journey left for District 35.

The sky was covered in darkness, but the starry sky was so beautiful because it was higher than the forty-second arrondissement.

Night lanes that looked up at it and we all walked, I didn't find it strange and scary at all.