Chapter 255: 255 Episode 167: Return to Hidamari-tei

It was after dark that I returned to the 42 wards.

"Magda, give me a hand!"

"...what?"

open a door to call out Magda

Lucia's carriage is flanked by the garden of the Yodamari-tei. I want the beans out of here.

"I'm sorry, but will you carry this for me? I said, "I don't want to see it any more."

Come on, you little pea-mongers... they let off a pea-smell every time the carriage swings."

"...buy?"

"It's a forced sale."

"...yes,"

Without listening deeply, he hopped up a crate branded "The Twenty-ninth Ward."

It's easy...

Naturally, these beans, which were taxed in the twenty-ninth leg, were not subject to customs duties even if they passed through the rest of the BU. It seems that it can be passed if it is branded.

I thought if I had used that wooden box all over the place, but the brand was carefully dated. It was just like the data mark I saw in Japan. However, this is a combination of metal fittings that are heated at a high temperature.

"Welcome home, brother."

"Oh, Loretta," Were you still there?"

"I'm going to stay tonight."

Usually, it's time for Loretta to go home after finishing the closing process.

`If by any chance he should be late, I thought I should protect the manager and Magdachy!'

puff one's nose out and puff one's chest out

Estella and Lucia have been around for a long time, so your chest looks big.

Oh, no, but Natalia and Gilberta were all the same together, so it's smaller than that.

"Well, it's normal to take a break,"

"What!? Are you cursing as soon as you get home? I'm not normal!"

Give the clammy Loretta a packet of peanuts.

Whining, Loretta carries the beans into the store.

"Then we're going to do this,"

When all the beans have been dropped, two cabmen bow their heads together.

A replacement is needed to move a large carriage for a long distance without causing an accident. I'm afraid the coachman won't be able to move because he's down.

So I was going to see the cab off and enter the shop????

"Welcome home," Mr. Jiro,"

Jeanette came out to meet me.

My hands are wet, and I can clearly tell that I've been working in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry. I'm late."

"No, I don't have to pick you up. I'm at work."

"But, of course, I want to see him back safely."

Smile and say such things happily.

...what are you going to do to embarrass me? There's nothing to be done with flattery.

"I have a lot of souvenirs today."

In contrast to Jeanette, who smiles all over my face, my expression falls off my face.

...don't remind me of that.

"Every time I go to 'BU', I hear I have this kind of experience."

"Really? That's amazing."

"It's not a gift, it's a bargain. You don't have to be happy."

"No, I'm glad to have something from far away."

This guy... corrects all my negatives to be positive.

What makes you so happy? Beans! Beans!

Are you going to bite together and say, "It's fun~" or something like that?

... I think I'll tell you, Jeanette.

"It's a large portion, as you might expect. I'm thinking of making some processed goods."

"A new dish!"

Oh my gosh!?

Don't they think my cooking is special?

In Japan, I can only make the most common things available at supermarkets.

"It's not like cooking, it's like seasoning."

"Sweet?"

After slanting his head, his face suddenly shone, "Ahhhhhhuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Then he beckons me with a look of excitement as if he were revealing a special secret.

"Actually, I had some very good seasonings to-day,"

"Did you give it to whom?"

"It's Mr. Assund,"

"It's "you sold it for me."

"Yes, I paid for it."

I wouldn't say I got it, that's it.

"It's a seasoning I've never had before, so I'd love to have Jiro eat it!"

With all the excitement, Jeanette grabs my hand firmly with her hands and pulls it into the store.

He has a childlike smile on his face. Was it so delicious? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Jeanette is up to something.

It's probably a dirty scheme, though. ...such as very hot seasonings.

When I entered the store, I found a pile of bean crates on top of them.

Estella and Natalia, Lucia and Gilberta, and mine. In short, they've picked up all the beans they've been shoved at in the BU.

......huh. My stomach feels heavy just by looking at it.

"Mr. Jiro, this is it!"

Jeanette, who left me on the floor and ran to the kitchen, comes back with the seasoning in the bottle.

In the tightly sealed bottle was a thick olive liquid -- a red lion's tongue in what appeared to be olive oil.

"Picante oil?"`--?!?'

Jeanette's shoulders jump from holding the bottle.

"... did you know that?"

"Well, I've seen it in my hometown,"

It's a common guy to go to Italian restaurants.

You used it like Tabasco.

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I wanted to see Mr. Yashiro feel so bitter and surprised, that this kind of pranks like this.

"No, good! Good!"

It's nothing to be so remorseful about. Rather, I think it's a good trend to say that Jeanette has begun to plot this kind of prank, which is proof that she's more comfortable with her current life.

"I rather welcome such mischief,"

"Is that so?"

"Oh, yes,"

The atmosphere in the dining room is completely different, when Jeanette has a smile and when she doesn't.

It's not very good to have a clouded smile on your face, as it was a few days ago.

It's better for me to laugh at you.

I'm sure all the guests think so.

"When I see Jeanette smile, I feel happy."

"What!"

With a wild cry, drop the medium bottle of picante oil in your hand.

- Dangerous!? - I'm surprised... - You caught me well.

"Wow, does my smile make you feel happy?"

Hmm?

No, it's "me" or "everyone."

"So, I'll do my best to keep smiling! I'll make fun of you a lot of course.

"No, you don't have to fill it up!"

"You've been very welcome, and I'll think about it a lot!"

Cheerfully, Jeanette runs to the kitchen.

with a murmur of "Piotskaida" I wonder where he'll go.

I'd like to make processed beans from now on.

"... Jillo,"

"Big Brother".

Magda and Loretta walk silently behind me.

"...the sauce is good." You should definitely eat it."

"Yes, sir. It's good to pour it over and eat it."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Well, then, get me some pasta."

I was on a long journey... ...and tired of beans... ...and I wasn't eating dinner.

When you enter the Yodamari-tei, you're strangely hungry.

Loretta has hard-looking bread, "Eat this," but I don't like the bread of this city very much. The thought of money flowing to church priests makes me extremely angry, not to mention the bad taste.

"…I see. I'll bring you the pasta Magda recently mastered."

"Oh, have you been taught?"

"... well, munch,"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Magda enters the kitchen with a proud expression on her face.

He's got a dexterous face.

"Well... what shall I do with this bread?"

left behind Loretta and bread

Put the bread back in the kitchen for now. I haven't put my mouth on it yet, so I can serve it to the customers.

Loretta is touching it, but... she'd rather be overjoyed if she gave it to Loretta fans.

But if my hands weren't clean, Loretta would be responsible for the disposal.

"Loretta, are you dirty now?"

"I think there's a better way to hear it! It's clean enough to surprise fairies and spirits!"

Then there will be no problem.

"If you put down the bread, help me a little." Peel peanuts."

"Yes!"

"I'll just make a trial today, and let your brothers and sisters help me tomorrow."

"All right! Leave it to me!"

Loretta rushed back to the kitchen and came back with a bowl in her hand.

glance back at the kitchen

"What's the matter?"

"The manager was snoring in the corner of the kitchen."

"...what is he doing?"

"It looked like a cat was washing its face. I'm sure that if you stroke your head or back, you'll flip over and make your stomach feel better."

I wonder if an over‐familiar cat sometimes makes such a move.

Let me stroke my stomach a little too.

"First of all, peel it off! Manager, you'll come back to your senses and help me."

"Well, I don't think I should close the shop today, sir, on behalf of the assistant manager."

"Hey!? Am I acting manager's deputy!? Is that okay!"

Magda is acting manager.

As long as the magda is away, Loretta will be the only one who can take charge of the occasion.

"Please give me permission."

"Oh, my! I've finally gotten this far!? Can you give me permission to close the shop?"

"Yes, so give me permission soon."

"Well... I don't know which one to go with."

You... are going to stay in the position of chief executive for as long as you can.

"If you don't hurry up, the acting manager will come back and close the shop quickly.""Wow! That's a problem! You can't give it away once a year to give permission to close it! Big brother, go close it!"

"Hey,"

That's why the front plate was turned upside down and the Yodamari-tei was closed.

Well, it's time to make a trial now.

"What are you going to make?"

"First of all, peanut butter and honey roast peanuts have been decided."

"It looks so delicious!"

Loretta is a great eater, too.

"Things with honey on them are usually delicious.

"What? Over there?"

I had always thought he was biting into peanut butter.

"Peanuts and butter are not sweet enough." If I'm excited, I'm on the honey roast peanut, as a girl!"

Estella may have reacted to that, too.

That's right. People might not be able to imagine the sweet taste of peanut butter.

"Well, shall we peel it off?"

`...then, then,'

As I took out the peanuts, Magda came back.

a fresh Napolitan in one's hand ...there's no Naples in another world. Well, that's the name, and it can't be helped.

"... have a hot meal,"

"Oh, it smells good,"

"... Jillo is a sweat fetish."

"I'm not talking about the smell of your sweat! The smell of pasta!"

If you say "It smells good" to a sweaty magda, I'll get caught!

When I sat down, Magda brought me pasta.

They'll put pasta in front of me and prepare me a fork and spoon.

"... have some,"

"Well, why, then, do you put some picante oil on it?"

He lifted the bottle of picante oil and grabbed it tightly by the arm. ...not a twitch.

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"Hey, ... what do you copy?"

"…Magda's first pasta." I'm sure it'll taste good."

"Oh, so let me eat while it's warm."

"...it's unacceptable to spoil the taste with such a playful thing."

I said it was a joke!?

What's wrong with the first plan? Didn't you want me to say, "It's spicy?"

Well, I won't tell you.

"It's all right. I know about this oil. I never got caught in the first place."

"...is that so?"

"Oh, it's all right, let me eat it."

"...I understand,"

Released from Magda's hand, I hold my fork.

Let's not do anything at first. Let's enjoy the taste of magda.

fill one's mouth with sauce

"Well, it'said he cried.

"... of course."

Magda breathes a sigh of relief as soon as the tension loosens.

But after that, it's the usual bullish magda.

The noodles are overcooked, so the texture is not good, but the taste is fine.

I can't give it to my guests yet, but I think it's a passing grade.

"It took too much time to season after boiling."

"...I don't know how to move the frying pan very well."

"Tell me next time, too,"

"...master it right away."

Magda is burning with enthusiasm.

It's only a matter of time before you master it.

I wonder if one day the food will be two-top.

"So let me use picante oil,"

"...it spoils the taste of the moment."

"It's all right. Like this, just one more time...."

Spread the thin drizzle of oil around.

I like to pour a little bit more because I have a good mouth for spicy food.

If you mix it well and bring it to your mouth... Yeah! It's delicious!

"It's very spicy. Don't be tempted by the pungent stimulus."

"...strange,"

"I don't feel uncomfortable..."

Magda and Loretta staring at me. ...what, did you eat so much that you could not bear to groan?

Now that you mention it, it's decreasing considerably, isn't it?

"Do you want a bite?"

"... are you all right?"

"I'm an adult,"

"... well, Magda will be fine."

"Oh, then I don't care, either.

Magda and Loretta take a bite of pasta into their mouths, burning with a strange sense of rivalry.

I frowned for a moment, but my big eyes burst open.

"...just right,"

"Yes, it's kind of delicious!"

Magda savor the aftertaste left in her mouth, and Loretta immediately rips in a few mouthfuls and pasta. Hey, that's me."Oh, you know, ladies and gentlemen. It looks like something is going to be fun, but what on earth?"

Jeanette, who seemed to have crept in the corner of the kitchen, returned with a slight redness on her cheek.

I somehow feel like I'm being distracted.

"What... what!"

When I stare at him, he suddenly looks at me, and at that moment, Jeanette's face turns red.

Wow, it's fresh. ......don't do that, seriously. out of shame

"...the manager. This is the right amount."

"That's right! The manager was obviously too much of ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Magda and Loretta squeeze a plate of Neapolitan into their hands as Jeanette dazed with red cheeks.

... really, how much did you spend?

"Oh! It's delicious." Spicyness accentuates the taste of tomato sauce!"

"If you use the right amount, the spiciness makes the rice taste good."

"Well, this is an irresistible spiciness."

Jeanette nods admiringly, wiping the sauce from her mouth.

I feel like I'm no longer embarrassed.

"And how much did you put on it?" Their rejection was horrendous."

"No, as Mr. Assund told me, on bread, like this... plenty."

"...when I chew, the spicy juice overflows from inside."

"That was more painful than painful..."

"Oh, was it that hard? I liked it a lot. It was a little hard indeed."

Jeanette's cooking skills may be more palatable than others.

Well, when I ate the smelly spinach that I bought in the 40th leg, I thought I was going to swallow it with willfully.

"I choose people for spicy food, but I really like people who like them."

"Sure. I basically like calm taste, but sometimes I want to eat spicy food."

"... the hot chicken of the Forty-Ward..."

"Ah... that's not what humans eat."

a hot chicken that appeared as a dish of the 40th leg at a big eater.

I've eaten Magda and Loretta, and I've lost sight of them since I ate them. It seems that it was quite hard.

However, it is true that the extremely spicy chicken also has fans, and spicy food is certainly more popular than a certain amount.

...Spicy food.........peppers.........

Then suddenly I see a pile of wooden boxes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Yes, let's make soy sauce!"

"It's Toban, is it?"

"Oh, it's a spicy seasoning, and it's used for stir-fried food."

"That sounds delicious!"

Soybean paste is made by adding malted rice and chili peppers. Fermentation is difficult, but it's not impossible.

Mabo tofu made from the landlady's homemade bean paste was superb...but it takes about half a year to mature. Did you say that if you reduce the amount, you can make it in 1 to 3 months?

"Can't you do it at once?"

"Even if it takes time, I think it's worth challenging if it's new."

Jeanette, a culinary nerd, is shining in her eyes.

The vector is different, but it reminds me of Bertina, like this.

"Do you know what malted rice is?"

"When you think of koji, you use it when you make miso, don't you think? I know his name."

What Jeanette knows is that it exists in this city.

Then you'll always get it with Assault. "Why don't you ask him?" When we talk about making a profit like this, we should be friendly.

As soon as we get the rice malt, we'll start making it. Divide them into small pieces so that they can mature as quickly as possible and add them to the menu at Yangdalitei. That way we should be able to attract a different audience.

"By the way, have you ever heard of salt koji?"

"Shioji? I've never heard of that before."

Well... well, I don't think I'll get to hear it very often. However, if there is koji, there is a high possibility that it exists. malted rice and other ingredients

"Well, let's have Assault search for us desperately,"

"Your brother is going to use Asundo in his jaw!"

"...assunt is a good example of a former strong enemy being treated as a third degree as soon as he gets on his side."

"No, I don't think so... Mr. Jiro doesn't think so either. You know what?"

"What? No?"

Isn't that a toy frame?

"Oh, no, Mr. Jiro. Don't speak of your friends like that."

"... Are you friends with me?"

I don't feel good about it...

"Mr. Umaro, Mr. Becko, Mr. Usse, Mr. Percy are all friends."

"Wow... there are so many strong members... I feel like I'm going to be heartbroken just by hearing the name."

"...Mormat and Omero were excluded."

"Saeron, too."

"It's all of you, isn't it, Yashiro?"

I don't want to admit that they're friends.

"...but it takes some persuasion to move Assent. Especially if there is no guarantee of success."

Magda with her ears straight and reasonable.

As expected, you know very well."That's why I'm going to show him the charm of the 'unknown seasoning'."

What he thought would be nothing special, but it was really delicious. Dong-A: If you let him have such an experience, he'll be willing to deal with bean paste that he can't show you.

"For that reason, Loretta!"

"Yes!"

"Peel the peanuts!"

"You've been peeling it off for a while!? You've been peeling it off for a long time during this conversation!"

Thanks to Loretta's petty efforts, the bowl was filled with peanuts.

That's an ordinary achievement. It's Loretta that doesn't develop like, "Oh, this much!"

"You're normal,"

"Don't do it normally! You're doing a great job!"

I'm trying my best to say it's normal because it's normal.

"Let Jeanette do it." It'll be all over in two seconds."

"That's not true!? It's impossible!"

"And so on the other hand.

"I can't do it!? Look, it's already been two seconds!"

I set too high an expectation, but I was so flustered that I couldn't make any progress.

It can't be helped. Do you peel it off as usual?

"Then, first of all, have twenty of each."

hand out a pile of peanuts to each. Four people surround a table and hold peanuts in their hands.

"The first one to peel everything off wins."

"Wow! It sounds kind of fun."

"...hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe." Actually, Magda is good at peeling peanuts."

"Do you think you're going to rival me as an experienced man who's already stripped a dozen of them? I'll show you the power of the experienced man!"

He did a good job of knocking.

Well, for the time being, peanut butter would be fine.

"Well, lady... go!"

With my signal, everyone starts peeling peanuts all at once.

Sweet... sweet, boys!

Do you really think I'm going to be the enemy of this prince of peanuts, who was called the "Prince of peanuts" because he fell in love with peanuts and ate them almost every day in junior high school?

I'll show you the prince's sincerity!

`Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Oh, you're so fast that you're disgusting!"

"... Oops!"

"Oh!? Magdachy! You can't do "Red Moya!" What are you trying to do?"

"Well... well..."

"Manager, you're late!? You're surprisingly slow!"

"Mukimoo! Mukimoo! ... Done!"

"It's a weird chant, but it's really fast, brother!? I'm just curious why it's always "mooo" at the end!"

"...Without Loretta's interference, Magda would have won."

"I didn't do such a bad thing!? I just said normal things! Mmm! I said normal things myself!"

"Yes, I'm done, too."

"While I was in love with everyone, even the manager got out of the way!?"

Loretta, who was screaming all by herself and completely motionless.

That's pretty much what this guy is all about, isn't he's always like that.

"The loser cleans the shell."

"Did you get any punishment? Again! I'll focus this time!"

"…Well, there was a rare opinion that Loretta was his. A miracle once every four years."

"You don't disagree so much, do you?"

"...I hope to fight again."

"I want to do it, too. It was fun."

"I can't help it...Well, I'll lend you my heart."

"Your brother was so pompous with only one victory!"

"Or you'll be glad to lend me your chest for a day."

"Oh, he's my usual brother. I feel a little relieved."

Like that, the race to peel peanuts was eventually held until the sixth round, when Jeanette, who got the hang of it in the first round, showed remarkable progress and won four games in a row after the third round.

No one can match the awakening genet. ...it's kind of like magic, the last one.

Thus, a large amount of peanuts were ready, so I used them to make peanut butter.

Grasp the crushed peanuts, grind them, paste them, and mix sugar, butter, and a little olive oil.

It was completed towards midnight, rediscovering the greatness of the food processor.

Magda and Loretta were already asleep, and Jeanette was the only one helping.

The tasting is tomorrow. I'm really tired.

I'm going to negotiate with Assent tomorrow.

Well, I'll do it well.

I fell asleep, rubbing my shelled and scraped arms.

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