106 (7) Day 5 - Second half of battle

When the Schmirals of "Silver Kettle" returned, Sheila-Lou called me "Asta".

"There's only one left. You can warm up the new tarapa now, right?

"Oh, yes, please. Keep one of those and the patties for the tasting on a wooden plate."

"Yes."

"Lara-Lew, can I have your store number again?"

"Yeah."

I decided to move to the 'Giba Burger' side of the stall and let me take a look at Sheila-Lou and Vina-Lou's arrangements.

It seems that Tarapa had already carved it by the time the "Silver Pot" appeared.

Vina-Lou can be. Add firewood to the fire bowl with the hand, and Sheila-Lou puts in the tarrapa.

"... asta. Not much less tarapa, so maybe too many if you put two in."

"Oh, right. Is this enough for one?

"That's what I thought, I just carved one up," Sheila-Lou smiles with a grin.

"Then would you like Aria and the fruit liquor in half?

"Right. Please."

The sauce of tarrapa boils down to it.

The intensity of the fragrance is also just a little stronger, as I only added a little more Meermoo than yesterday.

With this scent alone, it seems impossible to attract the people of the west who are elusive.

"Hey... I think my face is changing a bit...?

And, Vina-Lou has been sneaking up on me.

"Face rash?" and I make a subtle gaze.

Speaking of which - the number of people has increased slightly or so, but overall, I feel my age has dropped.

Neither his name nor his unknown father, who was royal, will be found if he realizes it.

All that remained on the spot felt like they were boys and girls as young as Vina-Lou.

"Isn't the older group back in their own business? It's time for Jomtien to be close. They'll fit in when the crowd grows."

"Oh, that's what I mean... Speaking of which, yesterday was about the same time..."

And, Vina-Lou was about to say, "Hey," he said.

Looking back, a familiar girl stands smiling.

of a messy group of young people yesterday - I'm sorry, but I've lost track of my name. I think it was Mia or Marya.

"I'm here today. I brought friends, too."

"Oh, thank you so much for this......" and I'm unintentionally stuck there.

All that stood behind the girl was her young daughter, the same age as the girl.

Number of people, about four.

They all have ivory skin, and, like their leading daughters, they have wrapped skirts from hips to ankles, metal and woodworking ornaments on their wrists and chests, all in more colorful shades of chest than their forestside outfits. Is this the classic fashion of your young daughter in the west town?

"Is that it? Is this Tarapa? I can smell Myrmu, but is it a different dish than yesterday?

"Yes. I sell yesterday's food at the next stall. I'm in the process of making an extra portion of this dish right now, so could you taste it again when it's done?

"Yeah! Then I will"

I thought it was a bad gala yesterday, but when I was laughing, I still looked a lot different. The colour is a little excessive, but the expression seems rather innocent.

"Asta. Looks like Tarapa boiled it," she is called out in Sheila-Lou's modest voice.

"Copy that. Then give me the last flavor..." I thought there as I was about to put my hands up.

"… can you please season the last one?

"Huh?"

I turn my ear to Sheila-Lou, who rounds her eyes properly, as if she hadn't hit me.

"Try adding rock salt and pico leaves with a Sheila-Lou feel. If you think it's not enough, I'll add it, and if you put too much in it, I'll add more tarapa and adjust it."

"... Yes. Okay."

I wondered if this was among the costs, too, and I was not lost in Sheila-Lou's eyes.

With a nod, I look back at the customer.

"So why don't you try yesterday's dish first?

"Right. I already know, so feed everyone else."

Then one of the girls who was watching our interaction with such a frightening look raised her voice, "Hey, hey, Yumi..."

Was it not Mia, but Yumi?

"I said it's okay! You explained it, didn't you? It's so delicious, he thinks you've been tricked into eating it!

"So..." "So..." my daughters twist their ivory bodies.

As a schematic, it's the same as when Dora's father brought in the cloth shop and the pot shop's father. Whatever it is, what is this difference in air?

Speaking of which, in this land far from the homeland, most of the people of the south and east were more men than youths, so only about Tara and your daughter, Yumi, existed as young women's customers.

In the last five days, she said she had already slapped more than 200 meal sales, of which only two were female customers.

Besides, they are the people of the west.

This would be a particularly noteworthy opportunity, even without gender and the like.

It's just... I don't know, your age group of daughters made me feel rough to deal with.

I've never thought of it that way before. Maybe I've been impressed with the quality of life by the woods in less than the past month.

Leaving aside whether I am real or not, all the people by the woods are real. Even the women are no exception. When I was surrounded by women, it turned out that the smooth behavior and yellow voice of the daughters in town was quite a load.

Nevertheless, they are customers.

I smiled and asked him to point me to the "Meermoo Grill" stall.

And I turn my ear to Sheila-Lou again quickly.

"What do you say?

"Yes.... give me a taste"

I nod back to Sheila-Lou with a nervous look, with a wooden spoon, and see the taste of the sauce.

Problem is, no.

I guess it's already the sense I was born with that I can reproduce the flavor I just tasted a few times.

Sheila-Lou is still rare in the woodland area, which has not been heavily cooked before.

"You're okay. Then warm up your patties."

"... yes," Sheila-Lou breathed relief.

I hope to reward you one day for making you feel more distressed than any other member in this way.

"Well," she said, turning to the customer, her daughters still twisting their bodies, "So oh..." "Yah..." and so on.

But I don't know, I think on the inside, it's me in half a serving.

"Fine, try it! Damn, my liver balls are tiny."

and a yummy girl raised her long brown hair with a troublesome look on her face.

"Forget it. Um... Oh, you, what was your name?

"Oh, is that me?... I'm Asta."

Somehow, I feel like Sheila-Louge is sending me a cold gaze from Vina-Louge.

"Asta. That's an interesting name. Hey, Asta. I'm sorry, but I need you to feed me. Then they'll be ready."

"Yes, thank you for your attention"

I smiled and responded, but the girl frowned a little.

"... how old is Asta?

"Yes? I'm seventeen."

"Then you're only one year old, but older than me. It doesn't have to be such a hard word."

"No! Because you can't use disrespectful words to customers!... Come on, come here."

"... ugh," she said, honking her tongue like a shin, and the girl also moved to the front of the 'Myrmu Grill' stall.

The four daughters follow each other as they stand aside.

"Lara-Lu, did you put the fire on me?

"Hmm? I thought I'd reheat the meat. Was it extra?

"No, you're a great handyman. Please wait a moment."

There was still enough meat left in the wood plate for the tasting.

Put that back in the iron pan and pour down just a little juice.

The smell of myrmu and fruit liquor spreads through me.

"How's that? That smells good, doesn't it?," the yummy girl looked back at her daughters with a handy face.

My daughters, even when they gather in one place, groan.

Being frightened seems frightening - but I can't feel that serious fear.

At least, I think the fathers of the bookstores and pot shops were more clearly frightened.

The length of time you live in Genos, your gender, your age - there must be some factor.

"Thank you for waiting. Come on, go ahead."

"Mm, thanks," the girl said, letting pieces of meat into her mouth without fear.

"Ah, that's delicious after all! Hey, which is better than the Tarapa one over there?

"I think that's for each person, but maybe women are more suited to the mouth of Tarapa"

"Then I knew I had to taste it!... What about you guys? Aren't you going to eat it? No way, you don't believe that eating Giva makes your body black or anything, do you?

Still, the girls were stirring up.

But.

From behind it, another approached the stall.

"Hey...... does that mean you don't have to pay for copper coins?

It is a pair of young people with ivory skin.

Except he's talking to Yumi, not against me.

"Yeah? Oh, yeah. Now you can taste it and pay for the copper coins if you like."

"Really..." Now he looks at me like he's weak.

I just smiled.

"Go ahead. It tastes completely different than the food in those stalls over there, so if you like, compare it to eating"

"What do we do?" "What shall we do?" And the young men began to mow.

There, "Asta, this meat has warmed up too," Sheila-Lou tells me.

Yumi said, "Yay!" and ran over to you.

"Giva meat is delicious, isn't it? Both my confidence pieces...... wow!

"Uh-huh!

"Haaaah!

And the screams of three men persisted.

Between the two troubled young men, the scarebird Totos stuck his long neck out.

"Excuse me," an untouched voice descends from a high position.

When I gave in because the roof was in my way, what a travel-bound Sim on Totos' back.

"Hey! It's forbidden to ride Totos in town!

And when Yumi shouts up his kick-ass voice, he says again, "Excuse me," and flutters down on the cobblestone.

Skin capes and black faces are a little dirty in the dust.

I guess he's a traveler who's been running since the end of the north.

The traveler Sims slowly compared the street signs to the wood plates for tasting.

"... Giva?

"Yes, it's a dish of giva meat. If you like, taste it here."

Refers to a wooden dish while calling without meshing.

Apparently the western language is quite obnoxious, and Sim's traveler nodded one and took the claw yang branch in his hand.

"It's Giva's cooking there, too. That's a little rare dish with tarapa."

The traveler nods again and leaves from the front of the stall with Totos.

Then the voice of the wild man sounded.

"Wow! Don't take Totos around the stall! Leave that at the Totos store, you Sims!

When was the last time a Jaguar customer bought "Giva Burger" in your stall?

The Sims, saying "excuse me" again or something, still put their hands up on the tasting wood dish.

"Damn, the Sims are always this guy..." Jaguars come over here dressed to avoid Totos, crushing abominably.

Then, my eyes and mine met.

"Is that it? What is it? Is that a Giva food stall over there, too?

"Ah, yes. We've increased the number of stalls in two since today."

"If you thought you smelled good about Myrmu, you smelled that way! Oh, my God, is that another dish?

"It is. Would you like to try it?

The man approached slightly, pushing the young men with his shoulders, and then took the claw branch.

That's how I round my eyes with "wow".

"Wouldn't this be unscrupulous and delicious... what the heck, don't realize I bought that one..."

"I'm sorry. If so, should I replace it with this product?

"But I want to eat this guy too..." he said, laying down his face carelessly and then kicking me.

"Enough! All right! Give me one of those! You're gonna close the store by sundown anyway, aren't you? Then I'll cut down on dinner and eat something delicious right now! How many copper coins?

"Ah, there are two red ones"

"That's cheap. If it's four for two, then no matter what," he ends up laughing contentedly and putting the copper coin on the stall table.

"Thank you! Please wait."

And now I'm like, "What, you think it's a giva meat dish?" I heard a despicable voice.

Three men with yellow-brown skin are standing in front of that stall over there.

Men with knives and hand axes hanging on their hips, like loose ends.

"Is that gonna sell in Genos? If you want copper coins, why don't you just use that colorful face and body?

Not only the knife and the hand axe, but the earthen bottle of fruit liquor is lowered in its hands.

Lara-Lew grabbed my arm as I stepped out of my way.

"Leave me alone. It doesn't mean anything that Asta's gone, does it? Vina, leave it to my sister."

"No, but..."

"If only the women were walking around town, it would be that often. You can get rid of me or Sheila-Lou if you want."

"... those are stupid people. I'm not ready to turn the people of the woods against my enemies."

And Jagal customers are also cheeky with "Gibba Burger" Magu in a flat appearance.

"Fine, make me something. When you're done eating, you have to get back to work."

"Ha, yes......" I dropped Aria in an iron pot in a mood like being pulled back or temple hair.

The voices of Vina-Lou and the others are now unheard, and sometimes the men say, "What do you mean?" "Don't be silly!" The barbaric voice shivers the air.

That's how the meat cooked up, and by the time I finished "Myrmu Grill" - the men were to turn back on the road, clutching 'Gibba Burger' in each hand.

"Right? Especially since my sister Vina is prone to getting involved, she's used to that."

"Yeah, that's amazing..." I thought all the time.

Perhaps the people today were the first, with the exception of the Tara and the others, to be born Genos customers with yellowbrown skin?

"Oh, my God," he cringed. "Um..." he called in a faint voice.

There were two young men.

"Oh, can I give you a taste...?

"Yes! Of course!

If you look, the girls had a taste for 'Gibba Burger'.

Your daughter named Yumi, turning to the side of the stall, is somehow smiling and talking to Vina-Lou.

"Wow... isn't that delicious, this?" "It's a little stiff, but it doesn't stink, does it?," the youngsters said of their thoughts blushing.

They are quite shy young people.

"If you like, try one of those stalls"

And there comes a new Sim, who silently offers him a copper coin.

"Oh, thank you! Please wait!

What's this rush like, looking up into the sky without thinking...

The sun was so heavenly.

When did two hours go by and the second half of the battle started?

And.

At the same time as we started, in a position not so far away, we had already seen the goal line.

Both "Gibba Burger" and "Myrmu Grill" had each cut twenty large meals at the time two young people and four girls decided to buy them.

"Oh, this is the Guiba dish that was rumored to be in the inn. Ah," comes the people of Jagal.

Only the same number, Sim's people come silently.

Not as momentum as first thing in the morning, but instead, the front of the stall is hardly deserted anymore.

The people with ivory skin approached the stall little by little because they were waiting for such a good customer.

Of course, not all of those people bought it for me.

Though he spoke to me, about half of them turned back without even tasting.

About half of the people who tasted me walked away just to try and escape.

The rest of you, a quarter of the time, who bought the merchandise?

After a while, customers with yellowbrown skin also came to the stalls of "Myrmu Grill".

She is an elderly woman who is alone and has a good temper.

"... is this really Giva's meat?," he glimpses with a rather powerful eye.

As for the pedigree, it may be close to Milan-Math.

"Are you sure you don't want us to eat something like this and break your body?

"Yes, at least I think I'm starting to eat Giva and I'm getting stronger than I used to be"

At times like this, my appearance is no different from that of the people of the west.

But in the end, the woman walked away after only tasting.

This was later figured out, but in fact, the woman seems to have been the wife of the father of the pot store.

"Hey, is this a giva?" Some children called for it.

It's a group of children about five or six years younger than Tara.

"That's right. Would you like a taste?" And when I let him offer me a wooden dish, he gave me a voice that sounded like he was going to have fun and discrete.

but we get together again for a little while and we're surprised we're approaching the stall.

"It's free if you just taste it. I was wondering if you could try it?

"But... when you eat Giva, the horns grow, right?

"The color turns black, doesn't it?

"Hmm? I've been eating gibberish for over a month, but I haven't grown any horns yet."

And let me point you to my neighbor Lara-Rue.

"Look, the lady over here hasn't grown any horns either, has she? So I'm sure you'll be fine."

So the kids just tasted it and said, "Yum!" He ran off across the street shouting out loud.

"... don't those little kids have any copper coins?

"That's okay. Hooray if you thought it was delicious."

The product twitched and its number decreased.

The quantity ran out earlier was more of a "Myrmu grill".

After passing Jomtien, approximately an hour later. With two meals left, we were supposed to welcome three Sims.

"Sorry! The rest is two meals. I still have a few dishes left over from Tarapa over there..."

The Sims whisper in a whisper with no expression.

And one of them moves over to 'Giva Burger' and the other two offer copper coins.

"Thank you. Please wait."

Finally, a goal.

Later, we'll see if we can wrap it up beautifully.

After handing over the last 'Myrmu Grill' to the customer, I entrusted Lara-Lew with the end of the stall fire, and I rushed over to the next stall.

"Sheila-Lou, how many do you have left?

Sheila-Lou almost answered, but at the same time, a young man from the west people who was tasting said, "Okay, give me one!" He raised his voice.

Sheila-Lou creates "Giva-Burger" with a really smooth hand, and Vina-Lou hands it to the customer in exchange for a copper coin.

That's how the customers hung up, and they both laughed at each other at the same time.

"That's it"

"It's over..."

Over Jomtien, roughly two hours past.

Count in the morning for just over three hours. Leaving about two hours to spare in the opening hours originally set - still selling out exactly 120 meals of products, the fifth day of operation marked the end.