263 The 19th of the Black Moon ② - Turan's Mime

"Hey, you're having a good day."

Roy showed up at a time when the sun was about to fall on Jomtien.

I smiled back, "Welcome" when I was moving to the 'Giba-Man' stall in the rotation.

Roy, the young chef from Castle Town, was also a regular customer of our shop.

Apparently, after losing his job at Count Turan's residence, he doesn't go back to the shop where he was, but encourages him to study cooking at home. Because he was well paid at the Turan Mansion, he said he had enough savings to not have to work for a year or so.

Avoid the rough eye of the lodging town, or Roy, always dressed in a hooded cape like a traveller, offers a reddish copper coin from its interior.

"One, please. This dish was two red copper coins, right?

"Yes, thank you every time. Hot, so be careful not to burn yourself when you eat"

"I know. I'm eating more than I can count anymore."

Roy received "Giba-Man" while he had an angry look on his glaring face.

Although only two-thirds of the meat is used compared to "Gibba Burger" and the like, it is voluminous as a meat.

Hot air is rising from the bright white dough, which will make me crave this one.

By the way, this fabric is made of fuwano, not poitan.

It's impossible to make raw fabrics in Poitans that don't solidify just by adding water.

Besides, a fuwano with a fine texture without the addition of ghigos is better suited to this dish.

Roy snapped low, "Yeah," as he grabbed the 'Gibba Man'.

It would mean that there is no complaint about being able to flourish with the same taste as usual.

Customers were uninterrupted in the meantime, so I handed them one product after another.

Eventually the contents of the upper steam cage are exhausted, so I set the new steam cage prepared by Tour-Din in the lower section and head to the luggage truck to replenish what has been emptied.

Then Roy followed me as I grabbed "Giba-Man".

"Hey, that's a real thrill"

"Yes, thank you"

"Well, if it's two red copper coins in this flavor, it's weirder not to sell them. You won't complain about the poor people in Inn Town."

"Um, I think we should refrain from making such remarks in the middle of Inn Town."

"That's why you're telling me to only sound like you."

It was as badly mouthed Roy as ever.

Well, I guess it should be tolerated unless you rant like this against the people I'm keeping you close to, I guess.

However, I had quite a fondness for this ill-mouthed young man, so I didn't have to say goodbye to him.

"Hey, how many dishes is your shop judging?

Roy even talked about refilling the steam cage with 'Giba-Man'.

"Er, there are 100" Giva-Mans "that Roy is eating right now, 120" Giva Meat Poitan Rolls "on the other side, and 30" Giva Cutsands "for special dedication.... By the way, you sell 80 of each dish at the Lew's stall."

That was the exact amount of business hours that I could sell for three hours a day.

Sales are dramatically sluggish given the times when a total of 150 meals were prepared while several meals were still available over a five-hour period.

The most delightful thing was the increase in the number of customers of the people of the west.

Previously, it was about 20% of the total, and now it would be about 40%. So when I think about the percentage of visitors, at least five times as many people come to the store.

That was above all a testament to the diminishing sense of discrimination against the people and Gibba by the woods.

"But the price is two or three red copper coins, right? Well, that wouldn't make a lot of money, would it?

"That's not true. It's too much of a reward for us.... Besides, there is no such thing as taxation for the forest people at the moment."

"Huh? Why? You're all residents of Genos, aren't you?

"Yes, but my previous job as a hunter didn't earn me enough to pay taxes. Instead of being forbidden to farm fields or harvest forest grace, he was exempt from taxes. The folks at the woods didn't even know what taxes were in the first place."

"Ha! That's why the people by the woods..."

So Roy swallowed the words.

That's why they call me a barbarian - but were you going to say it? I'm clutching my mouth at first, and I'm turning to you.

If you feel awkward there, I'm sure you won't talk to the "poor" or anything else if you actually get a face-to-face look at the people in the lodging town.

That's why I didn't like this retarded young man very much.

"I don't care what it is.... Speaking of which, the head chef of Count Dalaim's house also opened a shop in Inn Town. How's it going over there?

"Is this Jan's shop? Well, these days, they've spindled more of the inn than just the stall, revealing a variety of dishes. The primary purpose is to distribute ingredients that are already flooded from the castle towns to the lodging towns."

"Yeah... the chef over there had a good reputation there, too. I got caught up in a lot of good noise."

"He seems to think it's a rewarding job. Well, the employer seems to have more heat than that."

Holding the steam cage with laughter, I returned to the stall.

Then again, this familiar person was waiting for me.

Behind me there are signs that Roy is ha-ha-ha and breathtaking.

A skinny but skeletal, hard-faced old man like a statue carved into an oak tree - it was once a castle town cook and now a charcoal-baked shed worker, Michele of Turan.

"Welcome. Thank you every time."

That's how I call it, and I look back at Roy.

Roy was limping with a stunned face.

These two were probably the ones who used to keep the cook in the same store.

"Oh, did you finally show up?... I had some business for you today."

That's what Michelle said with a somewhat more grumpy face than usual.

From behind it, a tiny head with brown hair peeks a little.

When he wondered who this might be, the Lord of his head eventually entered from behind Michelle with a snack.

"Nice to meet you! I am Michelle's daughter and my name is Mim!

I accidentally lost my word.

I heard about Michelle having a family, but I didn't think that was such a little girl.

Even though Michelle is around fifty no matter what she thinks, this daughter only looks about ten years old at best, just like Tour-Din.

She's a really cute girl with three long brown hair knitted and draped down her chest. The colour of the skin is yellowbrown and the brown eyes are bright and radiant.

Wrapped around him is a one-piece outfit that is often seen in the Inn Town, where he weaves embroidered vests from the top and lowers the large grass cage at his disposal to a sneaky hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Asta at Fa's house! Um... mundane, thank you!

"Yes? Uh... nice to meet you. Nice to meet you."

I'll try to keep my head down too, not knowing what to say.

When she did so, your daughter named Mim smiled happily as she uplifted her face.

Somehow, it was an innocent and personably attractive smile that also passed to Rimi-Lou and Tara.

"I've wanted to see you ever since my father fed me Asta's cooking! That wish finally came true today!

"Thank you for that," he turns his gaze in response, and his father has a more bitter look on his tough face.

Ever since the ash moon allowed business to resume, Michelle has been buying dishes for two and bringing them back to Turan.

That doesn't matter how much, but what the hell is the difference in the expression of this father and daughter?

"Uh, wait a minute, please?

In the meantime I put the steam cage in the stall, nodded to Tour-Din, who looked worried, and then stood in front of Michelles once again.

"So, what the hell is an errand to me?

"I'm not the one with the errands. You're more like this stupid girl."

"It's terrible. Don't call your daughter a fool in public."

Mim is turning to me as I glimpse a pretty strong side of her mind.

So, he gives me the big cage he had in his hand.

"Um, actually, I'm also in the midst of trying different dishes, impressed with Asta's cooking... if you like, could you taste that?

"A taste of cooking? How could I?

"I'm so impressed with the strange dishes Asta makes. I would like to ask Asta to taste this dish because its impact is so great when it comes to flavoring it."

It is such an unclear statement as to understand.

Anyway, I was intrigued by that skill because you were Michelle's daughter, who used to be a finger cook in Castle Town as well.

I'll pick up the cage from Mim while I grin over Michelle's complexion.

It is a large cage, knitted with grass.

It has a handshake like a bag, and inside it is a ceramic vessel with a lid.

I just peeked into it and a hint of enthusiasm drifted up my nose tip.

"Er... Then I have a customer's eye here, so should I go over there?"

I decided to go back to the van again.

Michelle, Mime, and Roy have also followed suit, but Michelle hasn't figured out who Roy is yet, apparently. Roy didn't want to open his mouth, either, looking at Michelle with a little thought in his eyes.

"Um, there's a wooden spoon inside too!

"Yeah, thanks"

After making sure it wasn't hot enough to burn, I moved the ceramic dish over the carrier.

When I open that lid that way - what a fragrant scent.

That, apparently, was the stewing of Kimmus' foot meat.

Kimmus' feet, which have not been removed from the bones, are simmered in red soup.

This sweet aroma must be based on fruit liquor. I mean, I don't even see any other ingredients. This seemed like a dish you could call 'stewed fruit liquor from Kimmus' anymore.

Because of the thickness of the lid and vessel, it still seems to leave a cool warmth as I carried it all the way from Turan. Foot meat soaked in thick soup seems really delicious.

"Asta used the sweetness of fruit liquor in her cooking, and I tried everything. Enjoy."

That's what Mim says as he lights his cheeks on tension and excitement.

Something about my age and where I offer my hair is similar to Tool-din, but temperament is probably the opposite of this.

I picked up the wooden spoon that was in the grass cage and headed for the dish.

And notice. I wonder how to eat uncut meat with a wooden spoon,.

"Ah, the meat is simmering until tender, so I think you can eat it with a wooden spoon without any problems"

"Oh well. Thanks."

When I put the wooden spoon on my foot, the meat did peel off from the bone without any problems.

The meat is stained with ivory and the bones are white and shiny.

It has a very simple appearance, but from the fragrance, it seems like you can expect it from the flavour.

With that in mind, I carried the meat that hit the fruit liquor soup into my mouth.

And flashy.

Taste that far exceeded expectations exploded in his mouth.

This mellow sweetness is certainly that of fruit liquor.

But that's not all. I'm sure they're adding different vegetables by scraping them down. Aria, Tarapa, and Nenon and - besides, maybe just a little bit of chatching and pra, etc. its formulation, and the addition and reduction of salt were outstanding.

Its exceptional and exquisite soup sticks firmly to the meat of Kimmus.

And also, Kimmus' stock is well blended into the soup.

It must be doing its job to simmer every bone as well as meat.

The non-skinned Kimmus meat has a pale taste like a scissors.

Because it is cheaper than Caron's foot meat, it is arguably the cheapest meat in this Genos.

The Kimmus meat was delicious.

Soft enough not to have to chew, it melts with the soup and passes comfortably too far into the back of his throat.

Nothing special is used.

They don't even use Pico leaves or Myrmu, which I use a lot.

The dish consisted solely of vegetables, meat and salt readily available in the accommodation town - even so, it was wonderful and delicious.

I carry my lid's eye into my mouth as I battle inside.

Taste it carefully and be sure.

This is more delicious than any dish I've ever spoken of in this Genos.

More than a dish with nails and naudis and milano-mass on it - on the contrary, more than a dish with Jan, Roy and Timaro on it - I never thought this dish was far more delicious.

So how about compared to me and the Raina-Lou guys?

That's just it, I don't think you've lost.

We studied dishes over several months that we thought were delicious according to our own tastes, and we tried to complete them to their current flavors.

But we originally used delicious Giva meat as an ingredient.

If that means the same conditions, that would be equivalent to the dishes taught to Milan-Math in The Tail Pavilion of Kimmus.

It's "Kimus with Kimus" with dried kiki dip.

More recently, "Kimmus' Meat Omelette" has also been added to the contribution.

If you compare those dishes to this dish...

Obviously, I thought this dish was more delicious.

"Wow, it's delicious."

I looked back at Mim and made her state it that way.

The girl makes her expression shine.

I turned my gaze toward Michelle as I snuck through the cold sweat.

"Amazing. I can't believe you can cook such a delicious dish without sugar, tau oil, etc... that's Michelle's daughter"

"I have nothing to do with it. Was it your idea to use fruit liquor for cooking?

"But still, I don't have the arms to refine the flavor so far."

"What are you talking about! Aren't Asta's dishes many times better than mine!

"That's because I use Giva's meat. I haven't been able to cook so many delicious dishes with Kimmus meat yet."

"Uh, that shouldn't happen!

Mim says dissatisfied and swoops her cheeks adorably.

That's when Roy broke into the pretense.

"Michelle, could you feed me that dish, too?

"Yeah? You..."

"This is Roy, who used to take care of me at The Maiden Pavilion in White Clothes. I was nothing but an apprentice kid then, so you won't remember."

Roy had some challenging eyes.

You remember Roy or not, Michelle is grumpy and frowning.

"Whatever it is, you're wrong with the person asking for forgiveness. It's not what I found out."

Roy glanced at Mim with the same eye.

Mim has her eyes rounded properly.

"Are you Asta's friend?

"I'm a customer of this guy's stall. I used to work at a restaurant in Castle Town."

"Oh... so my father and I used to work in the same store? It's an honor to have such a person eat my dishes."

Mim grinned and smiled uncontrollably.

Roy snaps a wooden spoon out of my hand silently.

As he mouthed Mim's dish that way, Roy closed his eyelids firmly and pressed silently for a while before looking at Michelle more.

"Michelle, is this really what your daughter did?

"So that's what you've been saying since just now?

"Really? … but this is the taste of your dishes"

That's what I'd say. Roy left the wooden spoon on the plate and just walked away.

And in exchange, a slender shadow approaches us.

"Asta, thank you for waiting. It's time for a change."

"Ah, Li-Sudra, good job"

At some point, the sun had turned against Jomtien.

Li-Sudra also meets with Michelles before walking away to the stall.

I'm sure Morn-Rutim has arrived as well. From the stalls of the Lew family, Rayna-Lew approached.

"Asta, what's wrong with you?

"Oh, Raina-Lou, you cook this dish too -"

That's what I thought.

The people of the woods must not speak of the food they eat unless they are family members.

Thoughtless, everything else seemed to fit in my stomach.

"I'm sorry, could you just wait a minute?

While Raina-Lou and the others watched me, I carried the leftover dish into my mouth.

The more I eat, the more its deliciousness burns to my tongue.

How could this dish be so delicious?

It's as if you've been enchanted.

I was in the mood as if I were being hit by myself with the surprises I had given to the people of the woods and Genos.

"It was truly, utterly delicious. You're amazing, Mim."

"It's an honor to have such a word for Asta. It was worth the courage to come to the lodging town."

Mim seemed really happy.

And that eye compares me to Raina-Lou.

"Um... maybe I'll be heading to the inn from now on to cook?

"Yeah, that's right."

"If so... Um, won't I be able to join you?

"Yeah? Why not?

"I want to see Asta cook with these eyes. Asta is my - its, coveted existence..."

As I say, that face I see stains bright red.

As far as honor goes if anyone else told me, but as far as I'm concerned, it was a complicated state of mind.

"My God, it's not that big of a deal. Aren't you better at what you do?

"What are you talking about? I am nothing but a man chasing after his father and Asta."

Mim probably says that for real.

She still only speaks of my cooking with Giva.

"Um, whatever it is, you can't just put an outsider in the cook, can you? You're going to annoy the master of the inn."

"Really..." Mim gets annoyed.

but the next moment he dared to stare at me again.

"Then why don't you show me how you cook at Asta's house?

"What are you talking about, you. These guys live in a settlement by the woods, right?

Michelle said on the top of the Buddha, but there's no change in Mim's eyes.

What glitters there was the light of passion that can't even be beat by Raina-Lou or Sheila-Lou - the flame of ultra-pure upliftment that just wants to extremes the culinary path.

"Will this not be tolerated either? I will never disturb Asta! I just want to know what the hell kind of bother can I use to produce that kind of flavor!

"Mim, there's a law in Genos that says you shouldn't step into a forest settlement. What are you gonna do, sneak around the Genos law for cooking?

"No... I hear that was the law that was laid down for the woodland to be a dangerous place. If there's nothing wrong with it, it shouldn't be a sin to step in."

That's what I'm gonna say.

"Even in my house, I had invited the people of the east as guests. I think it's possible to invite you to the woodside as long as you get the pardon of your parents and your chiefs."

"Then -" Mim said, sparkling her eyes.

Staring straight back at it, I answered.

"If you want, I'll talk to the parents and the chiefs. But instead, can you listen to my wishes, too?

"Asta to me? What kind of wish is that?

Makes me laugh at mimes that round my eyes properly.

"It's the same thing. I want you to show me how you cook too, Mim."

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That's how Raina-Lou and I rushed off to the Kimmus Tail Pavilion.

While walking, Raina-Lou is getting puffy and angry.

"Such a story is incredible."

"No, but it's the truth. She seems to have more cooking skills than I do."

"Isn't it possible to imitate such a thing to a daughter that little? Asta must have made a big mistake."

"Mistakes, or honest feelings after actually eating food."

"... there's no way that can happen."

And, Rayna-Lew turns that way cutely.

But I couldn't undo my words.

It's irrevocable, it was a strict fact.

Of course, I'm not so sure my arms are so clearly inferior.

However, if, for example, flavor comparisons are made under the same conditions, it is highly likely that defeats will be suffered at this stage. No matter who else doesn't admit it, my own tongue will feel that way.

Think of it, I never felt like I was losing to Roy or Jan or Timaro, etc.

Because the environment in which I was born and raised is different, the flavors they seek are too different from mine. No matter how good a cook they are, and how impressed or surprised they are with their handiwork and ideas, they could never feel the dish was delicious from the bottom of their minds.

But for whatever reason, my food could please the people by the woods, the people of the lodging town, and the nobles of the castle town.

Then it will surely be possible for Mim's cooking to move everyone's mind.

At least, I'm supposed to be moved.

That's why I can't overlook a girl named Mime.

"Well, we can invite her to the woods if we can get the forgiveness of Donda-Lou and Ai-Fa. I guess that makes everything clear."

"Right. If Asta says so much, I can't help but mouth the dish."

That's how I got a paragraph on the story, and I arrived at Kimmus's Tail Pavilion.

Since the dishes to be wholesaled to other inns had already been delivered in the morning, the afternoon job was only to make the dishes to be wholesaled to this "Kimmus's Tail Pavilion".

"Sorry, I'm a little late"

When I knock on the door, I am greeted to the top of the Buddha in Milan-Math.

"It's not too late. Even if you're late, you're only going to be late."

"Yes, you are. Now let me get to work."

Upon entering the kitchen, the ingredients delivered in the morning were arranged on the table.

As I have regained my mind, Raina-Lou is smiling.

"Thank you again today. Because if I can get a few more hands-on moves, I think both me and Sheila-Lou will be able to cook the dishes in this store."

"Yeah, good luck with that"

A month and a half ago, I started to wholesale two different dishes in Kimmus's Tail Pavilion.

One of them is made today, "Vinegar Giva".

As can be seen from the name, it was a dish falling under the category of vinegar pig.

It is a dish made from Mammalian vinegar, sugar, etc. that has been distributed from the castle town.

First beat Giva's momomo meat with a wooden stick, muscle cut, then cut into 2 cm squares.

Once cut into pieces, cover with a small amount of tau oil and fruit liquor and leave to taste.

Meanwhile, cut Aria, Nenon and Pra, plus the tacheno-substituted chum chum, also used in 'Giba-Man', and fry the vegetables with the oil of Leten.

After that, now cover the momomo meat thinly with fuwano powder and fry and grill.

Both will pass through heat later, so it is fried and grilled to condense the flavor and improve the texture.

In order to avoid excessive oil intake, I try to fry more time.

Once the frying operation has been completed in this manner, it is the preparation of the combined seasoning.

Simmer the tau oil and sugar in a pan, add the mammalian vinegar and water-soluble chatch powder, stirring with care not to be damned, while adding ingredients when some thickening comes out and passing the heat through.

That's it.

When serving it to customers, it will be reheated again, so stop the fire at a stage where the broth is not overcooked.

"Milan-Math, how about the reputation of 'Vinegar Giva'?

Calling on Milan-Math, who stood at the entrance to the cook, returned an unfathomable voice: "That's okay".

"As usual, the other dish sells out faster, but still, the store's people no longer have to clean up the rest of the sale. It's been a month and a little while, and the sale's getting better, so I guess there's no problem."

"Really?"

By the way, the other type of dish offered for a day's placement is' Roll Tino ', which mimics rolled cabbage, and that one seems to have been very popular since the first day.

After all, "Vinegar Giva" seems to have finally grown into a product that is expected to be sold out.

In informing the Inn Town of the new ingredients, it was this Mammalian vinegar that became the first wall.

When it comes to acidity, "vinegar" seems to have been quite expensive for the people of Innkeeper Town, who were only familiar with seals, aloof and dried kiki.

Even the inn where Jan is wholesale cooking seems to have devised vegetable vinegar pickling and caron vinegar hanging dishes, but they don't sift one sale right now.

But Polearth strongly hoped that this Mammalian vinegar would permeate the boarding town.

Since Poitan was steadily replacing Fuwano in the Inn Town, it seems that it began to oppress the finances of the Count Turan family as soon as possible.

"Even though that was the original purpose, Cycleus was supposed to be safely cut off. I want this mammalian vinegar to sell very much, even for Lord Tolst, who is devoting his heart to rebuilding the Turan family."

This Mammalian vinegar was a product made of turan along with fruit liquor.

If I made it Polearthly, it might have been a situation where I just slashed the Turan family off my back, but I became the feather worried about its condition because it seemed to have caused deep wounds other than thoughts.

"In one way or another, I can also feel that condiment I use with Kimmus meat diapers has a better reputation. Uh, you got a pretty good name?

"Yes. But that's Tarapa for a fortune, and you only use Mammalia's vinegar to the point that it's hidden, right? One way or another, mayonnaise uses more mammalian vinegar"

"Whatever it is, you don't have to worry so much about the fate of the nobles. All they have to do is think about the pain of poverty."

Speaking that way, there was no serious color in Milan-Math's expression.

Now that all the great sinners have been brought to justice, I guess there is no anger or anything left against Count Turan's house. I think that's an unmistakable thing, because it's Milan-Math, which has unlocked my distrust of the people of the woods by the fact that Zazz-Sun was judged.

"I'm sorry I kind of got dressed up to make Kimmus's Tail Pavilion pull the poverty lottery. Shall we stop selling 'Vinegar Giva' any more and devise other dishes?

"I don't have a problem with it because it's not sticking around. Are you going to give up for a month or so to spread the new flavor? You're an unconventional person, aren't you?"

"No, but as far as I'm concerned, the burden falls on Kimmus's Tail Pavilion."

"So I'm telling you it's not going to be any burden? You're a loud one when you're ready forever."

Milan-Math discards with a blurry face.

With that grumpy attitude deceiving me, I can't help but be anxious that I'm still sweet about Milan-Math's generosity.

"Whatever it is, thanks to you, the guests' feet are obvious. I've never seen a guest come here just for dinner even though he's not a guest of the inn."

"Yes, I really appreciate that."

In addition to Gibba's dishes, "Kimmus's Tail Pavilion" also sells dishes such as "Stir-fried Caron's Finely Chopped Meat with Fruit Liquor," "Caron's Milk Soup," "Kimmus" and "Kimmus' Meat Omelette," which I invented, which seems to be quite lively during dinner.

Besides, sauces, ketchups, mayonnaise and dressings hanging from meats and vegetables are popular.

I am also glad that Milan-Math's generosity has paid off a little.

"If you've come up with anything else, that's fine. If not, you don't have to force yourself to change your dedication. Didn't that girl just finally learn how to cook this dish?

Rayna-Lew nods with a well-behaved smile.

I took a towel of my head and let Milan-Math thank me.

"Thank you. I will continue to do my best not to lose the generosity of Milan-Math."

"So don't keep your head down one way or another"

We bid farewell to Milan-Math, who was at the top of the Buddha until the end, and we followed Kimmus's Tail Pavilion.

"Looks like you've got a little extra time for Rayna-Lew getting better. Why don't we stop by the Westwind Pavilion for a second?"

"Yeah, that doesn't matter."

And Rayna-Lew scowls at me for her loving ascendancy.

"It kind of seems I can read Asta's feelings today more than usual. Shall I say what the current Asta is thinking?

"Yeah? Don't be frightened. I'm not thinking anything crazy, am I?

"Really? Then think of it as my bullshit and listen.... Wasn't Asta wondering what kind of dish would she cook with Mom's vinegar if she were that Mime?

I was surprised to find myself staring back at Rayna-Lew's face.

Rayna-Lew scowls at me like a child with a shin.

"Asta originally knew an ingredient called vinegar, so she could use it without that kind of difficulty? I can't imagine how easy it would be to cook more than that Asta for that girl."

"Yeah, I guess so."

I wasn't going to lift a daughter named Mim until I was talking hypothetically, either.

Still going for Westwind Pavilion with Rayna-Lew, who is in a difficult mood to recover.

"Westwind Pavilion" was in a painting on a less popular back street.

It is a somewhat dangerous area, that you should never step in alone after sundown.

The size of the store is such as "Xuanrong Pavilion" or "Kimmus's Tail Pavilion".

"Hey, Asta! It's unusual for you to visit me twice a day."

It was Yumi who was arrayed at the reception desk of the inn.

As soon as it knocked through the door, it was built as a dining room, and the reception desk is behind it. In the cafeteria, there were five wildlings who had been liquoring from day to day.

"Yeah, because we didn't even have time to have a slow conversation when we delivered the meat in the morning.... What does it look like to sell Giva food?

"It's just that! I don't know if I can buy another 10 servings and sell them."

Even in this Westwind Pavilion, I was able to put together business talks.

However, we do not wholesale food. Only raw fresh meat is sold.

Because Yumi's father has a strong discriminatory sentiment towards the people by the woods, he didn't handle Gibba's cooking, and he probably wants me to cook with Karon or Kimmus meat, in advance.

Therefore, I decided to use my praise hand as well.

In other words, he taught only the delicious way of eating Giva, and designed it to make him want to buy Giva meat.

If I were to resell my cooking, I'd be worth more than any other dish. The impact is all the more pronounced since it was shortly after Polearths was advised to review prices.

So if we cook it ourselves, it's possible to make a profit on how good it is to cook giva meat, and that's how we suggested it.

So what I taught Westwind Pavilion was "okonomiyaki" and "caron milk soup".

If it is these dishes, they can be made without so much meat. It would also be possible to keep prices at the same level as Karon's dishes. And the cooking procedure is extremely simple.

That's how I was able to get those dishes to actually eat at the Westwind Pavilion and manage to sign a contract for buying fresh meat.

At first it was about 5 km a day, but now it has increased to 15 km.

If only raw meat, this was a figure that doubled the number of the "Great Tree Pavilion of the South," the biggest commercial opponent in the inn.

"Look, since Tau Oil and all that stuff started going out to Inn Town, Asta taught you how to make so-so and kick-ass stuff, right? I think that's how much better 'okonomiyaki' sells."

"Yeah, 'cause even in my hometown,' okonomiyaki 'was hung with sauce. I was hoping it would become more popular than eating salt and soup."

"You're right on target. Dad looks funny every day with a happy, regrettable face."

Yumi, who describes it that way, looked extremely purely happy.

For me, of course, this was a result of great satisfaction.

Selling the meat itself, not Giva's dish, was the real deal for us.

Nails and Naudis had also purchased raw meat, but that was only meant to reinforce what my wholesale dishes were not enough for. This Westwind Pavilion was my first opponent to buy only Giva meat, not my dishes.

"But how much meat sold won't make Asta money, will it? In that sense, I feel bad for you, too."

"That's not true. The more raw meat you sell, the more wealth you get to my house as well as the rest. How grateful, if not enough, to Yumi for convincing your father to take up business."

"No, don't tell me the lights!

I got my back snapped with a lot of force.

It is still a gentle force addition and subtraction compared to the woodland ladies Lara-Luu, but it is still quite painful.

"No, really. I couldn't imagine just four months or so before I started doing business with all this giva meat going to be sold in the lodging town."

Nowadays, 130 kilometres of giva meat are distributed to the boarding town per day.

If there are no more than 600 to 700 people, which humans will be mouthing Giva's meat every day.

Given the total population of Genos, it's probably a really small number.

But until four months ago, I wasn't thinking about eating Gibba's meat alone.

Not to mention who could have imagined it, such as being advised to review the price because it would be too sold and in trouble?

I could secretly bite my joy and fullness as I was caught in the smile of Yumi and Raina-Lou.