"Eh, I wrote the price, and then I'm just gonna bake it... it's okay, isn't it? Yeah, I'm fine."

Lizzie walks around the stall in the face of tension.

"Mr. Lizzie, please calm down"

"It's okay. Yeah, I'm fine."

Doesn't look like it at all though.

Oh, I'm checking again.

The day after we discussed it, I just registered a sauce pickle sauce with a commercial guild, and before certification, I asked them to let me use it, and I got special permission.

Your father told me, "Seems like every commercial guild has different finesse," but I have no idea the difference, not remembering the previous one at all.

The stall Mr. Kowl rented to a friend seems to have been used beautifully and can be used immediately without any problems. The store will open today.

"Oh, Lizzie, you're nervous."

"Ivy, are you okay?

Mr. Kowl and his father open the door to the stall and come in.

On the shoulders of the two, they are lowering a bag containing sauce-soaked Merme meat.

"It's okay. All you have to do is bake it."

Receive the bag from the two of them and serve the melume soaked in a sauce from inside.

When you give out what you need, keep the rest in the magic box.

Magic box for ingredients, with time stop function and refrigeration function.

Mr. Kowl ignites charcoal.

When I adjust the fire, I bow my head to your father and me.

"Mr. Ivy. Mr. Ruid. Thank you."

"Don't worry, we're having fun too"

"That's right. And that's all we can do to help."

I'm all set, and maybe Melme's okay.

And then there's the show of Mr. Kowl's arms.

I'm just worried about Melme's reputation so far.

As long as you take a bite, I think we'll be talking about it differently than before.

Ivy, shall we go?

"Yeah. Good luck with that."

Get out of the stall.

"Oh, wait. I'd like you to eat the baked one and make sure it's final."

Final confirmation?

The way you look down is easy, so you can't go wrong.

The sauce pickles have been made together to confirm the flavour.

So I don't feel like I need to check anymore, but what's going on?

"Thanks, I'll take it."

Your father smiles at Mr. Kowl.

"You're my first customer."

Oh, well.

The number one customer of this store.

Kind of makes me feel like fun.

"Yeah, that's fun."

This isn't happening.

"What? No, not a customer"

Mr. Kowl makes a bewildered voice and is wolfish.

I laugh at that wolf way.

"I'm not that used to Customer 1, so I'd like to try to be. Mr. Kowl."

"Is that what this is about?

To my words, Mr. Kowl, leaning his neck.

"I am delighted to have the first customer to remember, Mr. Ivy and Mr. Druid"

Lizzie gives Melme to Mr. Kowl.

Mr. Kowl, who received it, put Melme on the net, saying "Sure".

When Mr. Kowl cooks the meat, the fragrance spreads around.

It has a slightly stronger fruitiness, so it has a gorgeous aroma.

"Smells good."

"Right. But it's Melme, right?

"Hmm? Kind of."

Melme isn't really popular after all.

I'm going to have to spread all this slowly.

"Yes. Thank you for waiting"

"Thank you"

Receive meat wrapped in leaves.

I lay root vegetables under the meat, so the heat control is just...?

... a little hot but not too hot to bear.

But do we need some more precautions?

"Maybe you should lay some more vegetables"

"Hot?"

Put the leaves your father wrapped in meat on his palm.

And give a strange look.

"Cowl. You're putting a wooden plate under the vegetables, right?

It is decided to lay a thin wooden plate on top of the leaves for heat control and place the vegetables on top of it and the meat on top.

To your father's inquiry, Mr. Kowl looks around.

"Ah, just now on the shelf!

Lizzie, who was watching your father interact with Mr. Kowl, rushes to open the shelf.

What came out of it was a thin wooden plate.

Is that it?

When I checked, it fit next to the leaves on the desk.

"Sorry. Looks like I hit the shelves when I was checking...

"Lizzie, it's okay, calm down"

Mr. Lizzie nods over and over to Mr. Kowl's words.

Lizzie is firmer on a daily basis, but I'm surprised you're so nervous to be here.

I thought I'd keep going back to the square, but I decided to see how things were going a little further away.

The store opens before lunch.

If it goes well, I think a little bit of customers might come.

However, when I remembered the conversation the women had earlier, I sighed small that it might be difficult.

"I can't help but care. The rest depends on luck and their hard work."

"Yeah, I know. But I'm glad you extended your debt service deadline."

The debt was a commercial guild, Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie.

I took a little sauce-soaked merme and had it eaten before negotiating.

I'm glad I got a brilliant one-year respite.

If you work hard in the meantime, your parents as well as Mr. Kowl should be spared from falling into slavery.

If Melme's meat can be sold, livestock producers will earn more.

"If you ate it, you'd be fine"

It's noon and the boulevard is getting crowded.

People come fishing for the scent, but when they find out it's Merme, they can't get their hands on it.

I didn't expect you to refuse until you tasted it.

Well, I did a little baking and eating, but I didn't do anything. Melme isn't tasty.

"Ah, there it is!

Hmm?

A woman's voice I've heard somewhere.

"Ah, neighbor."

Neighboring women came in the square with other groups of women in the Great Zone.

At that time, they weren't really expecting to come because they were lumpy drunk.

"I didn't know you were really coming"

Your father also has a slightly surprised look that he didn't think he was coming.

"It's Melme, okay?

"It's really a Merme stall. Seriously?"

The women I tried to get started are asking the women I brought here worried about.

"I don't. But if you're wondering because it smells good, she's so disappointed. You're worried!

Lizzie's face, nominated by her who was disappointed, turns bright red at once.

"No, that was better than I expected. I usually eat less! It's true!

Lizzie desperately says, but the woman laughs and says, "It's okay. Some women eat big," he said.

Mr. Lizzie is bright red, and Mr. Kowl is feeling pushed by the momentum of a woman, and is he okay?

"In the meantime, I eat. What about you guys?

"What do we do?

"Hmm."

The women who cared seem to eat me, but the other women are not on board.

"Um, I have a taste, what do you say?

"Thanks"

A woman who is deciding to buy eats a taste of Melme.

The others still seem lost.

"What is this? What, it's not Merme, is it? This."

The woman who ate asked Lizzie for another bite and another taste.

"Really, Melme? You're not, are you? What's that smell?

Other women were also interested when women were eating strangely.

"What? It's not Merme?

"If not, why write Melme?"

"Um, I'm pretty sure it's Melme I'm using, because I'm working on flavoring it by looking down."

Lizzie explains with a little outspoken voice.

But if you don't, it's probably because you're going to be wiped out by the booming women's voices.

But the voice echoed around, and people other than the women paid attention to the stalls.

"Hey, uh, I'll take three."

The first woman shows Mr. Kowl three fingers.

"Thank you. You'll bake it right away."

The other women are getting together to get a taste of Lizzie.

The others who were watching it seemed willing to taste it.

"Shit, it's delicious. Doesn't this look like it would fit that booze I bought today?

"Already, talk about booze right away. But you're soft. Isn't it amazing what happens to that stiff meat?

"Give it a taste."

"Fool, a bite is enough, isn't it? That ~ 2, please."

"Two for me too, please"

It gets busier and busier in front of the stall.

The women form a line with nature, and the other guests who taste behind them line up.

Sounds fine.

"Oh, that woman is amazing"

"Right."