Legend

"Welcome.... Huh? Mr. Ray!?

A stall owner selling meat marvels at Ray for showing up with Seto.

Some of the gaze that can be directed at Ray is like admiration.

... Most of all, the owner of the stall was a man in his twenties or so, and I was wondering how to react as a Ray, even if he turned his longing gaze on such a person.

"Uh... you're selling meat?

"Yes. It's the dish Mr. Ray thought of, isn't it? Um, can you taste one if you like? Oh, of course you can pay me."

If you try being a stall owner, I guess Ray, who thought about the meatballs he sells, is a really respectable opponent.

So I'm nervous about how much my meatballs taste... I open the steamer to take out two meatballs while I'm nervous about how satisfied I am with Ray thinking about the meatballs.

Naturally, one is for Ray and one is for Seto to eat.

"Really? Well, take it for now."

If it tastes good, pay for it and buy more.

With that in mind, Ray receives a meatloaf, eats a bite of meatloaf wrapped in paper where he holds it so his hands don't get dirty and his hands don't burn with heat.

The first spread in my mouth was the dough with the slight sweetness of the bun.

And the ingredients mixed with the meat and vegetables inside entertain the mouth.

(Takenoko, no, Memma. I'd be texturely happy to have Memma in it)

Even in the vicinity of Gilm, in the spring, the taco can naturally be picked.

It is also eaten as a seasonal ingredient, unlike the memma Ray knows, but it can also be made into a preserved food in the form of salted or smoked.

Naturally, you need to go early in the morning to pick a taco, and when the gate opens to allow you to get in and out of the city, too late at 6: 00 a.m., some of the very temperamental people are fierce enough to get out of the guild and camp the day before.

Incidentally, there are other types of root-bending bamboo besides the so-called Meng Soo-bamboo that can be picked around the gilm.

Root bent bamboo was the only thing growing in the surrounding mountains when Ray lived in Japan, so that's more familiar to Ray.

Most of the octopuses that started with Menma sold in the supermarket were Meng Zongzhu, so it's not that I'm not familiar with them either.

Taekenoko is quite familiar as a seasonal ingredient, even if it is not as good as Gamerion.

So it was Ray's expectation that if this meatloaf also had a minced octopus in it, it would taste a step above.

(Is that it? It's okay to be in the meat, Memma?

I assumed it was Memma, Ray, but maybe it wasn't? and tilt his neck slightly.

But if it's the minced memma that's really in the meat, Ray doesn't know how to make memma, so I couldn't give him any advice.

"What do you say? I'm pretty confident."

When he sees the meat in his mouth swallowed up, the shopkeeper asks Ray with anticipation.

"Yeah, it's not bad. Not bad..."

Ray wouldn't be able to snort if the skewer shop owner told me about this stall and told me if it was delicious enough to compliment him.

"Average...... right. Because the average score tastes good, I don't think anyone would eat this and taste bad. But that's only about the average score, so if you ask me if I want to eat it again, I'm not sure I want to eat it."

"Really?... I knew it would happen"

Hearing Ray's criticism, the shopkeeper unfortunately drops his shoulder.

But as soon as I look up, I get my head down like I'd expect from Ray.

"Please. Could you give me a hand so I can make my dishes even better? As a matter of fact, I haven't been able to make sales in the last few days, and I can't really take a good place."

"... hmm? Does the sale change the location of the stall?

The shopkeeper nods to Ray, who tells him it was his first ear.

"Yes, it's not always like that. Autumn to winter… it's just a special rule this time of year when a lot of merchants are coming."

"That's what you were doing"

The stall was quite a ray to use, but it was totally my first ear that it was such a system.

"It's not weird if you don't know. It's not like they know much about this. In other words, it's like the tradition of people doing stalls on the main street."

If you say so, you just have to be convinced that Ray does the same.

One of the reasons Ray was convinced that neither the shopkeeper talking to Ray, nor how angry he looked about being made to stall in this place, would be.

"Right.... So? You feed me this meatloaf, so what?

"Well, it would help if you could tell me what's wrong..."

Show the shopkeeper that Ray is in some trouble by bowing his head and telling him so.

I like eating delicious dishes, and it's Ray who taught me what dishes are about this meatloaf.

There's no doubt about that, but Ray is a gastronomer... and that's not why he can imitate it like a cooking judge who does it on TV, etc.

What is the ratio of ingredients, what is this seasoning?

I can't give you such advice.

(Ah)

But it was such a ray, but I can tell that the texture was not good after eating this meat.

"Why don't you make more changes to the utensils inside? Differences in texture or something."

"Texture? Uh, for example?

"No, I don't know about asking me that... but you do. As far as I can think of all the time, are you talking about taches and mushrooms? And maybe we could crush the nuts and put them in."

Ray came up with steamed bread he bought at a convenience store on his way home from school when he was in Japan.

It was a bread steamed with walnuts in the dough, and it tasted pretty good if I tried it on the lay.

The same steamed bread, so yes, I tried to come up with an idea... but for the shopkeeper, Ray's opinion would have been close to scales from his eyes.

Most importantly, there is usually bread in this world where dried fruits and nuts are cooked by refining the dough, so I guess what I didn't notice around it was that the shopkeeper's horizons were narrowed.

"Well, eating and tasting if you enjoy the texture is only my opinion. Some of them might not like the variety of textures in the world."

"Ugh, that's... So what do we do?

"Don't ask me that. Things around here, that's what you're supposed to think about doing this stall, not me, right?

To Ray's theory, the shopkeeper grows up with stars poked at him...

"Give me ten meatballs."

Unexpectedly such a voice echoes around.

When Ray turned his gaze to the one who spoke, there was a skinhead man with a sweat on his face.

Obviously taller than Ray, but not musculoskeletal, the body's muscles are tight.

It felt like after exercise to see, but in that situation, you want to eat meat? And Ray was questioning, but the skinhead guy doesn't look particularly imposing.

I mean, it's not that I'm willing to contribute to street sales, but I guess I'm purely buying it here because I want to eat meat.

The shopkeeper also immediately began to prepare a meatloaf to see if he knew the skinhead man.

Watching it, Ray calls out to the skinhead man.

"Hey, you got a minute?

"What the hell, Ray?"

Naturally, the man knows about Ray and immediately returns that word.

That's nothing. Ray doesn't look particularly concerned either, and asks the guy who's carrying one of his bought meatballs to his mouth quickly.

"What do you think of the meat in this store?

I don't think it tastes that bad.

"Not bad, huh? It's not delicious."

"I told you. Not bad, he said. I don't think it tastes that good."

"For that matter, it looks like you're buying ten or something together?

"I'm not very interested in eating. That's enough as long as the belly swells. Now I'm wondering how I can be stronger than that."

Like Ray, for example.

With a fierce grin, the man turns his gaze to Ray.

(Uh, I see. That's the type)

Specialized training ground, near a stall selling meat.

If you are one who goes to such a place, you naturally wanted to polish your strength.

Most importantly, Ray doesn't have to go out of his way to go out with it... he doesn't look particularly concerned about it, and he just snorts at it.

The skinhead guy also returns to the training ground eating meat to see what he decides is useless to say any more to Ray, who doesn't come on his own provocation at all.

"Eh... the people I trained here will buy quite a few on the way home..."

The stall owner, who was watching Ray, says so and turns his gaze to Ray.

"Any other customers?

"Well, somewhat..."

It's easy to imagine how many other guests will come if you look at them clouding the words.

"Right. In the meantime, all I can say is, like I said, you just have to be able to enjoy the texture. Yeah, or instead of fine-finishing all the meat you put in your utensils, you might be wondering if you're eating meat with some big meat."

The man nods so much to Ray's words that he comes up with it.

(No, it's like I can even come up with a cooking amateur, so even if you're a professional, what are you gonna do without coming up with that much?

This stall that the man in front of you is doing will probably not be able to do it any time soon.

Ray halfway, convinced.

Perhaps that's what I thought this man was not a full-time cook and that he had recently suddenly started doing stalls for some reason.

That's why I can't immediately come up with anything that even Ray can think of.

(The fact that you knew I made meaty meat seems enthusiastic about cooking... but still doesn't seem like you trained at some restaurant... do you feel like you're on the hobby extension line?

Ray remembers the TV show he saw when he was in Japan.

Such a show if the restaurant is not thriving because of the difference between a professional and an amateur after all, although the culinary lover is higher and desarried and opened a restaurant.

I remember an impression somewhere similar to that in the stall selling meat in front of Ray right now.

Of course that's just the impression Ray felt.

There may actually be many more complicated reasons... but that's not what Ray found out so far.

(Though)

Yes, it's not what I found out, but Ray goes on there saying 'albeit'.

A stall selling meat is unusual.

As far as Ray knows at least, I can only think of about the stall in front of me.

So it is also true that if this stall ends up failing, the fleshy stall will be recognized in the wind that the laying is high, making it more likely that those who follow will find it difficult to come out later.

If so, as the one who communicated the meat to this world... and most importantly, I don't want this stall to crumble if I can, because it is a stall, but I don't want to erase the option of being able to move anywhere and eat meat easily.

But with the implicit understanding that sales will determine the location of the stall this season, this is not even the best - but it will be difficult to reverse in the current situation where it is placed in a bad place.

What to do.

When Ray was lost that way, I could see some adventurers and thinkers inadvertently coming out of the training ground.

If that were all, Ray wouldn't have to be particularly surprised either.

There will naturally be no use there anymore if the training is over than it is a training ground, and if the training is over, as the skinhead guy from earlier came to buy meat, I wouldn't mind that much.

But... those who come out of the training field are not walking, they are running. It wasn't as serene an atmosphere as the training was done, either, and if it even seemed like it was killing me somewhere, I couldn't tell Ray not to worry about you.

"Gru?"

Seto, who had finished eating meat and was waiting for his voice to hang from Ray, also turns his gaze to you.

If Ray and Seto turned their gaze to you, naturally the stall owners would turn their gaze to you so that they could be caught too...... I saw the guys I worked out to see and I pulled my face.

But the men who came out of the training ground didn't even look at the stall owner... when they approached only looking at Ray in front of the stall, they opened their mouths.

"Please, Ray. Just give us a little bit of training."

That's what he said, and he lowered his head deeply.