"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 comrcial guild, and before certification, I asked them to let use it, and I got special permission.
Your father told , "Seems like every comrcial guild has different finesse," but I have no idea the difference, not rembering the previous one at all.
The stall Mr. Kowl rented to a friend seems to have been used beautifully and can be used imdiately 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 co in.
On the shoulders of the two, they are lowering a bag containing sauce-soaked r at.
"It's okay. All you have to do is bake it."
Receive the bag from the two of them and serve the lu 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 ti stop function and refrigeration function.
Mr. Kowl ignites charcoal.
When I adjust the fire, I bow my head to your father and .
"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 l's okay.
And then there's the show of Mr. Kowl's arms.
I'm just worried about l'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 custor."
Oh, well.
The number one custor of this store.
Kind of makes feel like fun.
"Yeah, that's fun."
This isn't happening.
"What? No, not a custor"
Mr. Kowl makes a bewildered voice and is wolfish.
I laugh at that wolf way.
"I'm not that used to Custor 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 custor to rember, Mr. Ivy and Mr. Druid"
Lizzie gives l to Mr. Kowl.
Mr. Kowl, who received it, put l on the net, saying "Sure".
When Mr. Kowl cooks the at, the fragrance spreads around.
It has a slightly stronger fruitiness, so it has a gorgeous aroma.
"Slls good."
"Right. But it's l, right?
"Hmm? Kind of."
l isn't really popular after all.
I'm going to have to spread all this slowly.
"Yes. Thank you for waiting"
"Thank you"
Receive at wrapped in leaves.
I lay root vegetables under the at, so the heat control is just...?
... a little hot but not too hot to bear.
But do we need so more precautions?
"Maybe you should lay so more vegetables"
"Hot?"
Put the leaves your father wrapped in at 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 at 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 ca 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 firr 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 custors might co.
However, when I rembered the conversation the won 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 comrcial guild, Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie.
I took a little sauce-soaked r and had it eaten before negotiating.
I'm glad I got a brilliant one-year respite.
If you work hard in the anti, your parents as well as Mr. Kowl should be spared from falling into slavery.
If l's at 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 co fishing for the scent, but when they find out it's r, 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. l isn't tasty.
"Ah, there it is!
Hmm?
A woman's voice I've heard sowhere.
"Ah, neighbor."
Neighboring won ca in the square with other groups of won in the Great Zone.
At that ti, they weren't really expecting to co 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 l, okay?
"It's really a r stall. Seriously?"
The won I tried to get started are asking the won I brought here worried about.
"I don't. But if you're wondering because it slls 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. So won eat big," he said.
Mr. Lizzie is bright red, and Mr. Kowl is feeling pushed by the montum of a woman, and is he okay?
"In the anti, I eat. What about you guys?
"What do we do?
"Hmm."
The won who cared seem to eat , but the other won 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 l.
The others still seem lost.
"What is this? What, it's not r, is it? This."
The woman who ate asked Lizzie for another bite and another taste.
"Really, l? You're not, are you? What's that sll?
Other won were also interested when won were eating strangely.
"What? It's not r?
"If not, why write l?"
"Um, I'm pretty sure it's l 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 won's voices.
But the voice echoed around, and people other than the won 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 won are getting together to get a taste of Lizzie.
The others who were watching it seed 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 at?
"Give it a taste."
"Fool, a bite is enough, isn't it? That ~ 2, please."
"Two for too, please"
It gets busier and busier in front of the stall.
The won form a line with nature, and the other guests who taste behind them line up.
Sounds fine.
"Oh, that woman is amazing"
"Right."
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