Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

There are more people in front of the Schenker family than usual.

It's Thanksgiving to convey the sun's appreciation to God.

It is an ancient festival that pairs with the harvest festival, which conveys gratitude to the God of the Moon who does it in the fall.

My lord, Lord Sawadi, decided to do the offerings and the stalls in front of his parents' house, and I've been busy preparing for them for a while now.

The useless configuration of showing a play using a stall first and selling things in a stall for that break.

Your husband is more than reasonable to think about leaving the business (...).

There are many things I don't understand about being only educated as a loving slave, but there must be no mistake in what that husband does.

Sawadi herself said she was going to the school school festival, so we were supposed to do it alone, so we practiced carefully.

Thanks to you, I've been a hefty lately, I think I've become one of the best at making peperoncino.

"What is this?

"This is a noodle dish made of wheat, it's called Peperoncino."

"Heh, little lady. She's cute, so let's have one, too?

Give the uncle of the people with the sloppy face a pepperoncino and a wooden fork served on a wood plate and receive nine grain copper coins.

I think it's expensive, but I don't know if it's because today is a festival, because the food smells great, or because it's a dish I've never seen, but it sells quite a bit.

I guess my appearance and cooking skills are a little influential, too.

"Mm, it's time!

"Yo! I've been waiting!

When Mr. Mench raised his voice, staring at the clock needle all the way with the spear in one hand, he was hailed by the spectators around him.

Mr. Menchi takes care of the silver pocket watch his husband recently gave him and doesn't let anyone around him touch him.

Is your husband still a child, after all, to give such a noble thing to a slave without even thinking about it as a luxury?

"Sealy, let's do this."

"Okay ~"

We have two things to do today, selling Peperoncino at the stall and using the stall to do the play your husband thought of.

He said he couldn't write a play even with a smart hunt that could poetry, so I figured he could do a different head for someone who would be a wizard.

"Uh, I hope you're quiet. I'm about to start a dedication play, so please be quiet. Please understand that we are unable to purchase food at this time."

"That sister, what are you talking about?

"I'm telling you to shut up."

"I don't know."

"... Honey, what we're going to start with is the story of two stalls selling peperoncino at night and two customers. The title is Time Peperoncino."

"Yikes!

"Good luck!

"Roth's sister! I'm here for you!

When Hunt guides us, the audience is already gushing.

Some of them were there when we played the play earlier, and I'm nervous.

Turning sideways the stall I was pointing at the street, Mr. Mench, who brought the chair, sat in front of me and the play began.

"Ooh, Peperoncino shop, shall I get a plate?"

"There you are, I'll be ready in a minute."

"Hmm, how cold is that?"

"Hi here, with a lot of cold"

"Don't fall for the Scales, if you can't move, you can't."

"Heh, you're right"

"What do you say, business people? Don't you get too upset? Well, one of these days, I'm gonna say," Don't get tired of it. "

"Thank you, you say this is good"

"Oops, that sign, it's targeted with an arrow, but what do you read?

Mr. Mench points to the cloth sign placed on the stall.

"My name is (...) per, heh"

"It's a nice place to hang out. I'm going to do a beating, I'm going to let you do it."

"Heh, thank you"

Serve the peperoncino I just made on a picturesque plate I borrowed from your husband.

"Oh, have you done it yet? I'm glad the Turkiibas are short minded."

"Thank you, heh"

"You're using a good plate, the dish is about to be eaten in a bowl, so I'm so glad."

"Hi, hehe"

Mr. Menci sips Peperoncino with a zucchingly prestigious sound.

I haven't heard this sound and I've been practicing over and over again.

"Yeah, you're waving pepper in the juice, this is so luxurious."

"Just a hidden flavor"

I didn't really shake it though.

"This cut me thick smoked meat, okay?

Mr. Menchi has taught Mr. Sawadi how to use it (...), so he picks a small slice of smoked meat and shows it.

"That's where I'm focused."

"Glad to hear it, I'm a hitter. Well, when I'm going to a beating, let's just say I'm going to have a drink."

"Thank you"

"It's the price, but I only have change, so help me."

"Heh."

When I got my hands on it, Mr. Menchi's scales began to appear without his left hand.

Mr. Mench drops copper grains in my hand counting one by one.

"Hino, whoa, whoa, whoa, when, uh, what time is it?

"Heh, in a nah"

"Hachi, cuckoo, treat"

"Thank you -"

Phew, I managed to act without fail.

Hunt comes forward again and introduces Mr. Roth, who came out of the shadow of the Schenker family gate.

"Here comes the woman who was watching from behind without this exchange."

Mr. Roth, a red-haired fishmonger, came with his bosom and put his arms around the cat's back a little bit, talking in a voice that he used to go through.

"Heh, what's that lizard woman?

In a cup of Peperoncino, he said he was going to talk a lot.

It's so cold.

Even kids know it's cold and natural in the spring.

And you said you were glad the arrow hit you.

It would be about adventurers to be glad an arrow hit.

And then what?

You told me you were coming out fast.

That's an extra favor. It's called a stupid yarrow.

And then, you want a vessel?

I don't know if you like pawnshops.

So, pepper for the hidden flavor?

It's not like you're in there, that's stupid. It's affection for you (...), affection (...).

And then what, smoked meat is thick?

You don't know how thick that little thing thins. It's ridiculous.

........................ Ha.

I don't remember much either. "

The audience made me laugh.

"It was a little strange at the end of the day, because it was coins, so you put your hands on me... I don't know, I don't know where to ask the time.

What if I count it wrong?

Huh?

What time is it?

Heh, nah.

Hachi, cu...... is that it?

..................... No, are you okay?

No, no, that's crazy!

No, no, no, no, when, um, what time is it?

Heh, nah.

Hachi, kyu......

Heh... heh...

No doubt about it, one copper grain was a little tricky.

So Roth hits Pong and his hand.

"Huh. Some people think funny things.

Yeah, well, that's why you praised me so much.

... I'll try. "

While Hunt comes forward and says something, I'm gonna change the shop signs and take over with the Centaur pickles.

"Come on, you bitch! I was looking forward to it, and the next day I went out on purpose to make some fine gold, and I was still out late at night."

On that mouth, Mr. Roth comes to Pickles' stall.

"Hey, give me a drink."

"Heh."

"It's getting cold today, isn't it?"

"Really? If it's not windy, it's hot."

The noodled Mr. Roth glances around as he grabs his collar.

Couscous laughter is happening from the audience.

"Oh, no, I'm catching a cold."

"Well, that's tricky, Pei."

"What do you say? If you're in business."

"Thanks to you, it's good."

Mr. Roth, who has eaten again, turns away and looks bitter.

There was a louder laugh from the audience earlier.

"Well, that was good, but hey, you shouldn't float, what the..."

"I don't know what to say."

Mr. Roth fell out of his chair.

The audience is laughing and whistling or something.

"What the... I knew... more than that, that sign arrow hit the target... no"

"Customer, we do it with the cooking that the wizard has in mind, the sign that seems to be the wizard's target (...) is bad luck."

"Oh, yeah, I can't wait to be turned into a 'coal extinguishing'"

When Mr. Roth said so and looked at Mr. Mench, the customers laughed and applauded.

Mr. Menchi is someone our husband helped us after the fire dragon burned him to extinguish charcoal, and he seems to be called the 'extinguishing charcoal' menchi among adventurers.

Our group of adventurers is really famous here, and they usually invite us as guests to people's weddings and banquets in town, even though we're slaves.

"Yes, this is how we talk silly. It's a good thing Peperoncino comes out soothingly while we're..."

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"... that's too late! No matter how much, isn't it too late? This is more like Peperoncino, you know, making it all the way out and eating it up."

"I'm obsessed with you... Yes, wait! You got it."

"Whoa! This is it! Oh man, it's late to get out but the vessels are pretty good... what the hell?

"It's a leaf of bursting molluscs... disposable..."

"Well, the taste doesn't change in the vessel...

Whoa, whoa? Damn... the noodles are... mottled... and creepy...

You, you're not using dried noodles from the Schenker Chamber of Commerce!?

"That's so expensive... we're cutting and serving what we made at home, Pei"

"Is that why it took so long!?

No, I knew it wasn't dried noodles from the Schenker Chamber of Commerce and it didn't have any flavor or texture at all. I would tell the Schenker Chamber of Commerce right now that if you went to buy 100% Turkiiba wheat specialty dried noodles, they would teach you how to cook pepperoncino and other noodles dishes! This is the only way to go! We're gonna have to buy it! If you're going to cook some naughty noodles out of Schenker's noodles, your cheating husband's going to be out of the house. I'm sure you'll feel good! Five meals is one copper coin at the Schenker Chamber of Commerce there now! They say they can teach you how to make easy treats that are perfect for sudden visitors, so you can be sure of a bargain!

"" "Oooh!!

A round of audiences sent a round of applause to Mr. Roth, who said so in one breath.

"Ha... ha... water..."

"Aye."

Drinking up the water received from Mr. Pickles, Mr. Roth resumed the play again.

"But hey, the noodles don't contain smoked meat anyway. Without that, Peperoncino wouldn't have (...)"

"Customer, you can put on the Ichamon. Come in with me."

"Where? Hmm? This one! Oh, wasn't this a leaf pattern!

I cut it thin, that's art. "

"I can light you up."

"Pickles," the customers say.

"No, I'm not complimenting you, um, you're already welcome"

"Heh, with nine dils"

"The only thing I can do right now is get my hands on it."

"Heh."

"Come on, Hino, Phew, Mi, Oh, when, Mmm, what time is it?

"Heh, oops."

"When, um, hey..."

With that och, the audience laughed and applauded the most this time, and we lined up around Pickles and Mr. Roth to thank the guests.

Then a big round of applause happens again, and you can have a line of customers looking for Peperoncino at Hunt, who took turns cooking with me.

Other customers who didn't know what to do are telling you.

Some people have been here all morning.

It's fun, but it's honestly bone to do it once an hour...