It's all one flower.

After a typical lunch hour, the diner's seat is still about half filled.

The majority of the customers are in work clothes. It would be due to the factory shift.

The store smells of soup.

There are no menus, and it's the same bread and soup that customers say.

"Oh, Mr. Store Manager. Even the newspaper store... to such a painful place..."

"I can't believe it's painful."

"What do you say? Who's in business?

When the two of them sat down, the fixer's grandmother turned her eyes round.

"What? You're both going to eat here?

"I've come close to you on a fundraiser, then."

"If it's soup, I can eat it."

When Kufushenka put a cane on the back of the chair, your old man snorted.

"I've had a reputation for the flavor of soup here, so I wanted to try it once."

When the newsman added, your father dyed his cheeks.

"Huh? Our store's in the West Parish for Hanashi stuff? Besides, what do you mean it's delicious? No way...... oh, we both went all the way out of the west parish to eat at our place? We went out of our way to do that..."

"About the cooking class, more people went from the West Parish, right? The instructor's cook has a reputation for hearing from students about delicious shops in the Eastern Parish."

At last, you couldn't say anything. Uplift your cheeks and gaze at the universe.

"Hello, two servings"

"I'm about this age, so you can have half of it. If you leave it behind, you don't have to."

"Ah! Ha, yes! I'll just have it with you now!

Your grandmother flies to the back, and the guests laugh bitterly.

...... as much as I didn't know. So I guess there aren't any customers coming from the West Parish.

Just because we talked about it doesn't mean it's not going to lead to increased revenue.

Well, if you refer them only here to the residents of the West Parish, "it's unfair," you could be dissatisfied within the shopping district of the East Parish. In addition, if a large number of guests come from the Western Diocese, even the scarce ingredients will soon be paid off.

The majority of regulars work near here. There will also be dissatisfaction from employees with limited lunch breaks and limited meal time.

The cook's pavilion owner himself came to serve.

"I can't believe you came to the craftsman on Star Road... I can't believe this day is coming to our store..."

Put the basin down and hold your eyeballs with an apron.

Your grandmother swallows solitary spit in front of the kitchen and watches.

"What do you got for me?

"When I bought milk at the farmhouse at twilight, I was able to share the beef sushi cheaply. But I need a lot of fuel to simmer, and I've been freezing to see what I can do."

The pavilion owner often. He just starts telling me that he listened, and the newspaper man rounds his eyes.

"Frozen...... refrigerator, you have it?

"That's right. I went to the bank, and I owed you money because I was willing to die, though. It was worth the excitement. I had a fine pressure cooker the other day, and even with less fuel, I could simmer the beef sushi carefully. By the way, it's okay for old people. The dishes are inconsistent with the relief supplies, but the quantity is weighed properly so that we can all be the same."

As ordered, Kufushenka has smaller vessels than newspaper stores.

"Beautiful water is now cheaper to use than before, so we can serve it with decent dishes, not paper dishes, and they're all happy, and don't give up... store, go on... really, good..."

The pavilion owner weeps again.

Thank you so much for continuing.

"Why would someone from the West Parish thank you?

An employee pinches his mouth from the next table.

Kufshenka said looking back next door.

"The restaurant has been able to reopen its shops, so you don't have to rely on the disaster support business to get around to work and life, and you can all have a delicious meal here, right? It's a little bit of a thank you for making life better for the entire Autonomous Community."

"Is that such a mon?

When the employee tilted his neck, the newspaper missed the conversation.

"Did you bake this bread here, too?

"Excuse me. I couldn't get around to the bread and bought it at three neighboring stores. He said that over there he helped cook classes and got flour, and not just himself and this retail, but he could cook it for business. Oh, if you're going to hanashi, should I call you?

"You'll be busy there, too, that's fine. But since we're open here, aren't the factory people able to eat properly, the bakeries making money together, and not doing everything good?

"Well... after that debt, there's no trick to say if you just pay it back"

The pavilion owner dropped his shoulder and had a loving laugh.

The employee who finishes the meal gets up and your grandma runs to the register.

"Oh, well, then, I don't know if it suits your mouth, but take your time"

The pavilion master also pulled into the kitchen as he had woken from his dreams.

The soup, he said, stewed the beef suji meat and wild grass in milk.

The flavoring seems to be just salt and wild vanilla, but it has no beast odor and is easy to eat for elderly kufu sceneka.

"This is certainly a reputable delicacy."

"Oh, shit."

The bread was not bought butter or greasy, but there is no rust that makes it difficult to eat (or smell).

The light bread goes with the intensely flavoured soup for the first time in a long time.

"It was a treat. It's been a long time since I've had a decent meal, although it's been a long time since I've had a good meal, and I feel like I'm back."

"Hih... ahh, you... you! The manager said it tasted good enough to come back to life!

Accounting Finally, your grandfather shouted in the kitchen.

I was given a ride to my home in a newspaper wagon car, and Kufushenka took a whopping breath.

As you enter the kitchen, a green-haired witch invites you in the back of the hallway.

... a lot of busy things today.

In the bedroom with the curtains closed, I told him about the flour.

Soldiers are sending us a shipment from the port of Gryage.

"Yes, thank you. This is a personal favor and a plug from me"

When the green-haired hauler shook the [endless bags] upside down, jam and sugar popped up in a large bag for business use. A little late, two paper bags with unknown contents fall.

There are one sachet of jam with ten kilograms, two sachets of sugar with twenty kilograms of upper white sugar, and three sachets of granulated sugar the same size.

"This is tea. You can drink it, you can use it as a reward."

"Use it as a reward? What am I supposed to do?

The haulier opened another paper bag and arranged several thick bundles of paper in a crate.

"I want three volumes of cocktail care and one external passage translated into a common language."

"Put that... in common language?

"This is it."

Pass a note to Kufshenka and load a dictionary in the crate.

"So, this is the Artel version of the Hunan dictionary and three common dictionaries at a time."

The text is simple, but there's a lot I don't know about the words in the scientific relationship, which would take a long time to confirm. I can't make it on my own.

"May I ask a student?

"Yep. I intend to. Fish for treats and I'll get you some cash later. And a confectioner and your share."

"Can I have one, too?

"If you don't want it, turn it to someone else. I clipped the download in chapters, so it should be easy to split."

The green-haired haulier just left with a spell when he told me what to do.