All in all, the job went well.

Even on that day, the sixth day of operation, customers from the south and east were able to pack it from before opening, selling more than twenty meals each, both 'Giva Burger' and 'Myrmu Grill'.

But what I have prepared today is a total of 150 meals, with "Giva Burger" in 60 meals and "Myrmu Grill" in 90 meals.

The business hours originally set were about five and a half hours, and yesterday I had about four hours to sell 120 meals. What results will it end with today?

"Hmmm...... but somehow, didn't we have more momentum today than yesterday?," Lara-Lew remarked as he survived the first rush of the morning.

"Right. It looks like Sim's Silver Kettle and Jagal's architect didn't even make it."

"Uh, are you okay? You know, the meat, it's gonna be so much extra, right?

"That's all there is to it. Anyway, it's still the sixth day I've opened a store, so I'm in a hands-on position to attract customers. If there were a lot of customers who came just because of the rarity, there could be a sudden drop in sales."

However, since it is our shop, where the number of dishes is insufficient and has provoked a fuss, we will have to prepare more products for a while to see how it goes.

Fortunately, we were able to accumulate plenty of military funds, so a little deficit could hold up.

If we keep looking at the situation for a few days, we'll also be able to explore the average value of attracting customers.

First of all, how many meals are to be judged today?

"So, if you have extra meat, what do you do? You're gonna use it around tomorrow?

"Hey, I guess I'll have to eat the roasted patties and marinated meat within today because I can't even put them back into Pico leaves. Then I'll recommend it to Lou and Rutim."

What makes it useless is the aria for flavors used in the patties and the ingredients used in the pickled juice - and the poitains that have been cooked.

Except for Poitan, it's not a huge loss.

So, what should this Poitan do?

"... By the way, did you ever eat baked Poitan the next day at Lara-Lew's house?

"I don't. If I bake Poitan, I just bake it, and Donda and Dalm and my brother get pretty annoyed."

"Right.... at Sheila-Lou's house, what do you say?

Sheila-Lou, who was stirring tomato sauce in the "Giva Burger" stall, grins back softly with a grin.

"Just a few times, but there were days like that. Stick around, I don't think the taste changed."

"Really? But if we're going to serve it in the store, we need more verification."

In case you get food poisoning or something, whatever sales you're slapping, everything will be over.

"Then you can have the extra Poitan replaced with a Poitan that hasn't been cooked in Luu's settlement. It'll take a lot of baking, so everyone will be happy to replace it."

"I see! Lara-Lew is smart."

"What are you talking about?... but if not one customer comes from here, we'll have a hundred extra people."

"Haha. I just want you to sell some more."

But well, even yesterday, 40 meals could be judged in two hours after Jomtien, so I wouldn't be so pessimistic.

Maybe the first thing I haven't had as much momentum this morning is the effect of keeping the store open until after Jomtien yesterday. I don't think that's a bad story, either, if my legs tear me apart more often.

And even now, the public has not completely ceased to exist.

Sometimes people from the south and east would stop by and buy it pompous, and I knew at the end of the road, the people from the west would make a small circle to see how this one was doing.

It would be extraordinarily lively compared to the first day of opening.

"All right. Guests' feet seem calm for now, so shall we have another snack for two? After that, we'll have Lara-Lew in charge of" Gibba Burger, "too, right?

"Yeah, okay.... Which dish are you feeding me today?

"Today, I'm going to tease the 'Myrmu Grilled' meat with tarapa sauce. It's a special dedication for employees."

"Eh," Lara-Lew said, blue-eyed round.

I'm a little surprised, too, like that.

"What's going on? I think regular meat would go with tarapa sauce, right? I mean, isn't that how you eat at Lew's house?

"Ugh, yeah. I wish it was that way to eat today. I was just surprised."

"Oh well. Well, I thought Lara-Lew would be delighted."

When I say it, Lara-Lew says again, "Why?" I rounded my eyes.

"Why...... Lara-Lew didn't really like the softness of the hamburger, and yet he said he loved the tarapa sauce, so he would conclude that this combination was ideal?

"... why do you remember that?

"Yeah? Well, I guess Lara-Lew's words were impressive because the folks at the woods don't give me very specific thoughts"

Answering that way, Lara-Lew gave her mouth a little bite, then snapped "thanks" with a small voice.

I laugh and say, "You're welcome."

"Then who am I going to take a break from? Is Lara-Lew going to be eaten already?

"Yeah. I'll be all right anytime...... you know, what am I gonna do with Ai-Fa?

Ai-Fa, who accompanied him as declared to Accommodation Town, rested his body all the way in the shade of the miscellaneous woods behind him when he finished his luggage carrying duties.

He hides his left arm with a fur cloak, leans against the tree trunk with one knee around, and holds a machete with his right arm.

It's about 5 meters away, and I'm getting a little upset, so I'm not sure if I'm asleep or awake.

"I've been preparing for the i-fa, too. Let's see if you're awake first."

"Oh, well, I'll ask."

Quickly, to say, Lara-Luu approached Ai-Fa with a fast leg.

Apparently, Ai-Fa was awake, exchanging two or three words, and then Lara-Luu returns quickly.

"He said he could eat now. Then let's eat with me, Asta and Ai-Fa at first."

"Yeah, I don't mind."

Speaking of which, I once wondered when it was and if Lara-Lew might want to get along with I-Fa.

I am not willing to go any further with the Lew family, though it has just been declared.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't feel like consciously keeping the people of the Lou family away from the Ai-Fa.

Therefore, the "Giba Burger" stall was entrusted to Sheila-Lou and the "Myrmou Grill" stall to Vina-Lou, and we took a snack for whatever we wanted and brought it to Ai-Fa.

"Thank you for waiting. Softened Giva Meat with Tarapa Sauce and Baked Poitan Wrapped"

"Um," Ai-Fa nods back to Eagle Deep.

I've been working there more than ever since morning Ai-Fa, but for once it doesn't look like my wounds are hurting or my fever is rising. As usual, it is a solemn face.

Try to scuff Ai-Fa, and me and Lara-Lew can calm down on the ground, too.

"You seem to be doing better with your body. It turned out to be very helpful because it was quite a load today."

For an extra 40 meals of patties, just 90 meals of marinated meat, three large leather bags weighing more than 20 kilos.

The iron pot and its leather bag were held by me and Vina-Lou, and I entrusted Ai-Fa with a bag full of baked potatoes and cooking utensils. If there is not even a suspension bridge in between, it is as large a package as I would like to use even a pull plate.

"Until the wounds heal and we can get out into the woods, I'll even give you a hand every morning. But think for yourself about what lies ahead."

"Well, I don't have to think about it, I just have to work it out with my arm and strength"

Just having that conversation was going to end up eating mini-sized snacks.

I hold my mouth a little consciously and Lara-Lew opens it as if I was waiting for it.

"You know, i-fa.... I'd like to thank you."

"... thank you?

"Yeah. Sin-Lu told me about the" Sacrifice Hunt "thing.... Thanks to Ai-Fa for the proper conversation, I didn't have to do a dangerous imitation of Sin-Lu. So, thanks."

and Lara-Lew peppered down the red head wrapped in the vale.

Ai-Fa twists her neck a lot.

"I just said what I thought was right.... because it's stupid to use gibberish fruit while surrounded by so many family members. Not to mention if you do 'sacrifice hunting' or something, you'll even risk your family around you."

"Yeah. Sin-Lu was also very depressed. I only had eyes for my pride."

"... that will not try to sweeten my family is nothing to be ashamed of"

The voices and expressions of Ey-Fa were extremely blurry, but Lara-Luu said with great satisfaction, "Right. I think so too," he nodded.

"Then why don't we go back? Vina, there's something wrong with my sister."

"Right," I stood up with Lara-Lew.

There, Ai-Fa calls me "Asta".

"I guess your work has just begun - but still, it has been well communicated that you are doing your job properly"

And I can just flatter my mouth a little.

"That's all. Get back to work."

"Yes, sir."

I'm so inspired, I'm headed to the stall.

On that short road, Lara-Lew quickly whispered.

"Surprised.... Ai-Fa, you look like that and laugh"

"Huh? Oh, yeah"

Although the current one was a pretty impressive smile for EY-FA these days. Still, they deserved a surprise for Lara-Lew.

So it was an eye-fa that wouldn't break the poker face in front of the rest of us?

After that we had a break between Vina-Lou and Sheila-Lou, and the two newcomers were to change positions.

Me and Sheila-Lou are "Myrmou Grilled," and two of Lu's main houses are "Giba Burger".

I didn't mean to rush the training so fast, but the good memory of the two of us exceeded my predictions.

"I guess we're living the hard work experience at Rutim's feast together. Guys, this is brilliant work."

"It's a real honor for you to say that to Asta,"

and Sheila-Lou smiles back again.

Thinking about whether this man was such a smiling person or something, Sheila-Lou stared at the plate for tasting.

"Asta. This dish is very flavorful, but is it possible to weaken the flavor more?

"Yeah, sure. If you shorten the time to beat the meat into pickled juice, it is possible. It seems a little too flavorful for the forest folks, so that's how I'm going to dilute the flavor when I make it at home, too. Also, the amount of Myrmu seems to be better with less."

Then Sheila-Lou's eyes look at me with a light that seems very cut.

"Um... I would love to feed my family this dish as well... can you tell me one day how to add or subtract that time and how to make pickled juice...?

"That's about it, I'll tell you now. Was Sheila-Lou's house a family of six?

In my head, I calculate.

"Um... I think fruit liquor is about a quarter less than a quarter of the earthen bottle, half of the carved aria, and about a finger of Myrmu something long enough. So, the time to soak meat is just about the time the boiled poiton dries up, so try to reduce that to a guide.... Or you might want to cut the meat thick. People by the woods don't need to thin meat this far, and then you can weaken the taste of nature and pickle juice."

"Yes! Thank you!

"Except," I added, looking back at Sheila-Lou's happy face.

"It's just my taste when it comes to flavoring, so you don't have to faithfully protect it in your home dishes. If you want it to taste sweeter, try to reduce myrmoo more, or if you want it to taste mellow, try more aria... whatever, I think you can also chop and mix the other ingredients. That way, try to find a flavor that better suits Sheila-Lou's taste"

Sheila-Lou smiled after a bit of neatness, as the hissing flowers blossomed again.

"Thank you.... Somehow I have been able to get a very happy feeling since I got to know Asta. I'm so glad my family is eating a delicious meal."

"I'd be so glad to hear you say it like that."

Within such an interchange of words came two rare combinations.

It's Tara and the late boy.

"Asta, stay with me, please two!

"Two for me, please."

"Yes, thank you every time.... What happened to your husband today?

"Camua again stays working until the morning and sleeps in her inn. But you can't miss two days in a row, so I asked you to use it."

Late boy, grinning.

Tara is smiling, too.

But I knew when I compared it this way - the difference had become too historical.

Tara is laughing really, fun.

But, Late boy... I don't know what to say. I don't know how old I am. I'm only a couple of years old, but I look too grown up.

Perhaps there is a preconceived notion that he is the disciple of that lousy man. After all, I was starting to get a feeling from this boy that he couldn't possibly be just an innocent boy.

"Yes, please wait."

"Thank you.... Um, that's the head of Fa's house, right? Did you come down to town with me today?

While I think that's exactly what I'm trying to do, I'll try to float my sales smile, too.

"Yeah. He helped me carry my stuff today. They've been having such a hard time hunting giva here lately that they're going to take a few days off into the woods."

"I see. Sometimes that happens."

There is no change in the smile of the late boy.

Camua knows I'm injured. I don't know.

This late boy has been informed of it. He hasn't been informed of it.

I'm not likely to be willing to have a belly exploration with this master combine.

So when Tara also bought two meals of 'Giva Burger' and disappeared with the Late Boy, the store grew busy.

The "Silver Pot", which did not show up first thing in the morning, and a group of architects came to the store together.

It was a simultaneous fire that reminded me of the fuss on the third day of sales.

There are ten Silver Kettles and twelve architects.

"What, you seem to have a strange patrol with these guys.... No way, this isn't going to run out of stock, is it?

Mr. Aldas laughs at me as he holds the Sims back with his gaze.

"It's okay! There's still plenty left today."

"Naturally. If you pull out of stock, I'm gonna flip you through the stall, okay?" And the old man is laughing too.

The "Silver Kettle" was divided exactly five people at a time, with eight of the architects being "Myrmu Grilled" and four being "Giva Burger".

"Were you working this morning?

When I asked Aria and I stir-fry the meat, Mr. Aldas nodded "Oh" as he enjoyed the smell of Myrmu in comfort.

"The store wants me to work first thing in the morning, the store wants me to work from Jomtien, and what kind of business do you do? After this, I did another repair to the roof of the inn, and it's over."

"I see. They're planning to stay all month, but how long have you been working in this Genos?

"It's just from last month's head. It's a big job for two months. Well, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat your food in a month, but I'm looking forward to coming back next year."

Next year, huh?

What will happen to me next year?

But whatever fate I follow, I hope by then the Guiba meat dishes will be in normal circulation.

Whatever it was, now we have 55 meals left in 'Myrmu Grill' at once and 28 in 'Giva Burger'.

Until Jomtien, there will be less than half an hour left.

People are starting to twitch again.

It's a looser rise than yesterday, but still sells a total of 63 meals.

Compared to other stores, it's already a broken sale, and there's no big difference from yesterday when we sold out 70 meals in Jomtien.

Very good selling.

Having prepared as much as 150 meals is likely to be done without regret.

"Lara-Luu. I'm sorry, but can you make me a buyout right now? Two tarapas and two tinos, and 20 arias."

"Yes," Lara-Lew grabs the copper coin and rushes out.

It was just then that I felt signs of people behind my back.

"Yeah? What's going on, Ai-Fa?

When did you do it, Ai-Fa was standing behind us?

Sheila-Lou also looks back at Ai-Fa in surprise.

I = fa is.

He had narrowed his eyes slightly and was flying his gaze in the north direction.

"... people by the woods."

I get nervous all at once and look in the same direction as Ai-Fa.

If it comes from the northern streets, it could also be a Sung family person.

Fulfilling - one of them seemed to be Tay-Sung.

That gray hair clearly looks familiar.

However, walking next to it was not a meat balloon.

A slender bunch of women wrapped around a vale and a shawl.

Then would it be just a buyout?

No - would it be something that the men are going to stick to just buying out?

No, no, I can't judge Tay-Sung yesterday by my forestside common sense because it was how he came down to Inn Town just for a Mida-Sun meal.

Whatever - they've been pointing their feet straight at our stall.

Tay-Sung and a bunch of strange women stop in front of the stall.

"Yeah... it was kind of hard to believe, but really people by the woods are doing business and stuff in town"

It was a metallic voice on my ear with a kink.

And... what is this woman?

Something's bothering to make my spine cold.

But I don't know why.

She is a beautiful woman.

The facial construction is neat and the splendour of the proposition may even be comparable to that of Vina-Lou.

Long hair is brown, and a few muscles of cobbled hair have spilled off the vale.

The slightly blackened eyes have a strong light.

However, it is a light as cold as a venomous snake, and looks terrible.

The smile floating in its mouth is also somewhere poisonous.

"Well, I heard about a strange exotic living in Fa's house. I didn't think you were even coming down to town with your parents. Just one female hunter by the woods - the head of Fa's house, Ai-Fa, could it have been?

Ok.

What is keeping my spine cold is not what it brings from its appearance.

It's not even that deaf voice.

It was information that came from the sense of smell.

Around the stall there are aromas of fruit liquor and myrmu.

There is a very ominous smell coming from the other side of the scent.

The smell of rusty iron smelled a little raw.

Obviously, it smelled like rotten blood.

"... who are you?"

In a low voice, Ai-Fa asks.

The woman, who was dissipating an ominous smell, laughed as she tried to hoist both ends of her lips.

"I am Yamir-Sun, the eldest sister of the Sung main house. Every day, my brother Diga and Dodds took care of me."