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Chapter 189




Chapter 189: 189
“Rice, I’m cooking! \n
That’s crazy.
How can you be so busy!
Everybody, where did the rejection of rice go?
Hurry from the sales to the cooking area in the back, thinking a lot with a head confused by haste.
When you return to the cooking area, prepare to cook new rice.
Next door, four pots are cooking rice.
Two of them are almost done.
“Sorry, I’m about to run out of sauce. Where are the ingredients?
Mr. Druid brings a large ceramic container.
“All the ingredients are here. Paper with ingredients on it too…… so much to make?
“Copy that. Oh, they gave me this. Can I do it?
You make a lot of them.
I think it’s too much.
“It’s okay. I just need you to mix it thoroughly.”
“Then you could do it with one arm.”
Watch Mr. Druid start preparing to weigh the ingredients and put the cooked rice in the crate.
No matter how hasty you are, don’t cook.
My wife was surprised by the heat as she hurried to grip it.
I borrowed the fan, so I sent the wind to take out the coarse heat.
“Amazing. I didn’t think people would get together so much.”
“Me too. My first customer yelled,” I can’t believe I’m selling this kind of bait, “so I thought it would still be difficult. The kids jumped because they didn’t seem committed.”
“Yes, because they immediately bought me a good smell and said it was cheap when they saw the price without any hesitation when they heard it was rice.”
“Yes, yes. After that, there was a fuss in front of the store that it was delicious. I panicked for a moment that my father had asked me to.”
Was it in the children’s mouth, the children called different children. Quite a few children were gathered in front of the temporary store.
It’s hard to bake because it’s something I order more and more.
You even went to get your wife, who was the store number, right?
The store owner also handled it in front of the store.
The kids told their parents that they were terrified of rice at first, but they liked it when they ate it.\n
Then the rice would sell one after the other, so now the store number was understaffed and my brother at the top would join us.
The rough heat seems to have been removed, so move on.
It’s a little heavy, but are you okay?
“I’ll help.”
“What?”
Turning his gaze to the voice he heard from behind, Mr. Druid’s oldest brother, Mr. Dolwka, was introduced earlier.
“Should I take this?
“Yes, thank you”
“No…. Druid, my father said he wanted me to hurry and bring it when the sauce was ready”
“Oh, yeah, I got it.”
Mr. Druid, you’re too nervous!
“Mr. Druid, are you ready?
“Eh, ah, and I guess I’ll just mix it up later”
“Mix it thoroughly. Because if the salt and sugar don’t dissolve, the taste changes.”
“Okay. I mean, he told me to make a bunch of them for this, but not a lot?
“Right?
The container is a lidded pot containing about 10 litres.
Look at the amount you made and the two of us tilt our necks.
Too many, no matter how you look at it.
Are you going to do something?
“The guy who bought” Kome “… the customer was asking for a sauce of grilled rice balls. Maybe to deal with it.”
“Are you selling it?
Is that it?
The sauce rating hasn’t come out of the guild yet, so it shouldn’t sell.
You can scrutinize the Alliance for similar doses of sauce somewhere.
And if there’s no glitch, permission to sell it as no problem goes down.
Until then, it should certainly have been forbidden to sell.
“Maybe I’ll give it as an accessory to Kome instead of selling it.”
Tilt your neck to Mr. Druid’s words. \nAccessories.
Speaking of which, I sometimes have gifts on things I went to buy.
Is that it?
“Is that a gift?
“” Plump?
Oh, I did.
As soon as I get distracted, I say it.
Is that it?
But fortune tellers do say gifts…?
“It’s about a gift.”
“Oh, it’s a gift. I forgot because I’m not familiar with it.”
That, I think I know.
“We’re more of a gift, so don’t feel uncomfortable.”
“Right.”
Yes, it is.
Oh, Mr. Druid, I’m normally able to talk to your brother.
Good.
“I’m keeping you waiting, shall we go back”
Still, is there a word for a gift?
I have no idea which one is okay.
“Right, come on, it’s going to yell in.”
No, no, I don’t think there’s anyone like that.
Your sister flirts, but I should be busy right now.
“Thank you for waiting!
“I’m sorry, will you hold it? Sorry I couldn’t afford it.”
Your sister’s words are quite lined up when she checks the customer in front of the store.
Besides, there’s also the appearance of a slightly older person who wasn’t seen until earlier.
Apparently, the interest prevailed over the resistance of feeding.
\nApparently, Mr. Druid is closing in on me.
I’m a little happy.
“You’re a tired group.”
“Tired group? Oh, are the fathers still a good group?
“Yes, because it still looks like we can afford it. I’m the limit, unfortunately.”
“I had no choice because I didn’t have a break on the way.”
I’m so busy, I can’t take a break or anything.
I don’t think I can rest because I’m concerned.
“Nevertheless, the plans we put together in the morning made no sense at all”
I laugh at the words I hear from next door.
The owner and Mr. Druid had plans before opening the store in the morning.
What to do if rice is not accepted.
In the meantime, it was important to have a bite to eat, so I planned to distribute it free of charge to some extent.
When I heard that, my wife and sister laughed and affirmed, ‘It’s okay, no problem’ though.
I was worried about the two of them, and they wanted me to make a small rice balls.
“Your wife and sister were right, weren’t they?
“Sure. Yeah, well, there’s been a rumor about running out of food since yesterday, and it could have something to do with the impact.”
If you run out of products from the store, you’ll notice.
But he said there was a lot of rice, so that anxiety should be alleviated a little.
“Good luck ~! Already, great!
Sister comes in a good mood to the resting place in the middle of the sales and cooking area.
Looks like something good happened.
I can’t see the fatigue I had earlier now.
“What’s wrong? Sister.”
“Listen, the guy from the most bought scraps house came to buy rice. I feel like I’m looking at you.”
I wonder if I’m tired and a little more black.
Yeah, I’m sure he is.
“I’m getting used to my sister’s blackness. I don’t like her.”
I snorted at Mr. Druid’s little voice.
I’m scared of getting used to it.