Chapter 27: 27 Episode 25: A person who can't help

a foreign edition of kakesoba 　such a phrase fits perfectly into a family of picturesque misfortunes 　Such a guest came to Yodamari-tei. "Well, I'll get it ready right away, so please bring some."　Jeanette takes off her sacred robe and heads to the back of the counter. "Oh..."　When he sees Jeanette like that, a man who looks like a father speaks out. "What?"　His father smiles faintly at Jeanette, who pauses without thinking. "No, I thought what my son was saying was true.""Your son?"　Jeanette looked at her son, and he looked a little clouded. "No. What I saw was easier to read. It's similar, but it's not.""But it says, 'Please invite your friends and family to come.'"But it's not,"　Apparently, this son saw this advertising shirt somewhere. 　...and it was easy to read. "Estella"."I'll excuse myself for thinking of urgent business,"　She hid her chest with an umbrella and grabbed Estella by the shoulder as she was leaving. 　Don't ruin a child's dream. "Boister. This is what you saw, isn't it?"　He said so and pushed Estella out in front of the priest, nodding loudly with his eyes glistening happily. "Yeah! This is it! What I saw in the street! It was so noticeable and easy to read.""Boy... let's learn that it can hurt people without malice."　Estella turns childishly into a young boy. 　What a fellow! "You've been recognized for your achievements, haven't you? Be proud! If you can.""I can stretch as much as my chest, but I won't here, never!"　Estella glares at me with slightly moist eyes. 　I could have proved that flattery can be of use, but what are you dissatisfied with? "I couldn't believe it the first time I heard it. I didn't know anyone wore clothes with those letters written on them.""Dad, you thought I was a liar!""No, I don't think so much... but it's very dangerous to tell lies in this city. There are times like that when I'm a kid, and I thought I'd better educate him before long... So I'm here."　The gloomy atmosphere we've had so far has been wiped out a little, giving us a glimpse of brightness. 　Perhaps it's because his son is proud to prove that he was right. "That's an unusual way of advertising. Who invented it?""That's Mr. Jiro over here."　I didn't think about it for publicity, but it was a good way to attract customers. 　Oh, Estella's guy, you went home while advertising politely. 　I'd wear a cloak when I'd been there for a while. "I think it's a great idea. It's unique, innovative and effective.""Thank you,""... if I had such an idea... I wouldn't have done that.""Dad, don't do that. In front of others..."　Quietly, a motherly woman chastises a fatherly man. 　The father noticed it and scratched his little head with an amiable smile. "Ah... oh, no... this is... Thank you."　let out a dry laugh "Well, are you in any trouble, if you don't mind me...""Genet".　put a stop to Jeanette who was about to say something unnecessary things 　Shall we ask him to leave as soon as soon as possible. "Stir-fried trashy vegetables. Don't keep the customer waiting forever.""Oh, that's right! I'm sorry. I'll make it right away!""Oh, don't worry,"　A man who seems to be a father says, but you can't afford to. He's a guest. "Dad, I've been to this restaurant only once before, and the food here is delicious. You should all look forward to it.""Really?""I'm looking forward to it.　The boy who says he saw Estella's clothes, and the girl who looks even younger, sparkles with anticipation. 　However, only a woman who seemed to be a mother remained bent down. "Yasilo, a little..."　Estella calls me and takes me to a corner of the dining room. "...why did you drive Jeanette away?"　Do you notice it? "There's no end to taking care of others. We can't afford to devote ourselves to charity.""It's as good as listening,""Whenever you hear it, you stick your nose in. You know that kind of guy Jeanette is.""And I think I know there are good people who can't leave Jeanette alone.""Oh, is there such a peculiar person? I'd love to see him introduce him to me. I'll use him to the full use of him."...I'm sure you're curious, too, about the extraordinary negative aura of that family. Just listen to them. There may be something I can help you with.""Oh, perhaps there are many things I can do to help."If you force yourself to look for such a thing, you'll find it more often than you've been hunting for clams. 　But what's the use of looking for?"If there's anything we can do to help, there's no reason to do it. We're busy with ourselves. Don't make me say it over and over again."　We want to stabilize our stock of food. 　We also need to improve our ability to attract customers. 　I'd like to think of it as an alternative to expensive bread. 　There's a lot of work to be done. 　To put it more bluntly, what I have to do is not running a restaurant. 　I'm going to put the management back on track here just to use it as a stepping stone for my life. It's not my destination. 　It's not the time to waste away on the roads and bushes. "You may be saved by meeting people.""Then they were unlucky. If they had met someone kinder and more comfortable than me, they would have offered me one or two things to save them. Lucky is no use.""...are you serious?"　Estella's eyes grow colder. 　What's wrong with him..."Do you think I'm a good-natured person who can't leave people alone in trouble? Then you have to see a doctor. Something must be wrong with your eyes or brain.""Well... I see."　get a disdainful look from a long time ago 　When we first met, I was often looked at like this. Back to the starting point? It's sometimes important in life. "Hello, everyone."　I hear a ringing voice, and unpleasant sweat trickles down my back. 　...yes, there was this man. "My name is Bertina, and I am a sister in the church of the Forty-second Ward."　the epitome of charity 　Sister Bertina stood before the lost lamb and gave them a beautiful, goddessly smile. "May I ask your name first?""Why did you come here... Oh, no. It was your name. I'm Yaplock. My wife Uller, my son Totto, my daughter Sheryl. Say hello to you, Sister.""Hello, Sister,""Good-bye,"　She seems unable to speak properly. 　I'm not sure from my parents' point of view, but my son is ten years old and my daughter is five years old. 　By the way, my father's Yaplock must be about 140 centimeters tall, a little smaller than Magda. "And if you don't mind, I'll take the place of the Spirit.""Yes! Let's bake naan!"`...you don't mind if I enjoy that 'what'?'"Sister!? Your will is too easily pulled!"　Estella is ramming into Bertina. It's a rare sight. "Yasilo!"　Estella's consciousness shifts from her sloppy sister to me. "What are you, sir."Yes, it's Nan, what I'm trying to cook,""No! You don't have the right to interfere with other people's help!"　Take me to a corner of the dining room and Estella screams with consideration to my voice so that the family can't hear me. 　It's a good idea to get out of the way. "Then let me tell you, if it is your duty as a sister, do it in the church! If that family goes to church with the Spirit, do their best to help them! Or, if they go to Estella's house and ask for advice on their troubles."　I'll stare back at the angry eyes that are directed at me with even greater anger. "This is a place to eat, and we should have the right to keep the peace of this space from those who ostentatiously try to get us into trouble."　You don't know?　The family's worries are that their children are relatively optimistic and their parents are dying. 　The reason why a child of this age, however quiet he may be, keeps quiet and quiet. 　When the kid is quiet, it's time to read the atmosphere. No, it's time to read. 　In other words, these parents are depressed enough to worry about their children, and they are facing so much trouble that they can't even hide it. 　There are not so many things that parents worry about together. 　Children's injuries and illnesses......otherwise......money. "If you have the financial resources to support the family for a half-permanent period, and if you can give it generously, you may as well like it. In that case, another poor family, other than the family, may flock to you in droves, but I will also support them with sympathy.""Nothing, that's it for me..."　That's what you're trying to do. All you want to do is be moved by what's in front of you, feel sorry for you, reach out to yourself, say, 'I've done a good thing.' "I'll tell you one thing. If you leave me with a suggestive attitude... you despair.""...I,""If you're going to do it, go out with me. I can't bear that much responsibility. So I won't stick my head in. That's all I want to say."　Saying it coldly, I lift a basket of bread. I'm going to bake naan. 　I'll do what I have to do. 　If it were to be made money, I wouldn't hesitate to help others, but... I wouldn't give a d*mn about money from this family money. 　There is no merit in helping. 　I'm sorry. 　I'm not a god, am I? 　As long as I don't have any merit, I'll let you leave me alone with a straight face. "Thank you for waiting~"　I was going out to bake Nan when Jeanette came out of the kitchen.Stir‐fried trashy vegetables on the tray were obviously large. "... Jeanette,"`Well...!? Well, was there something strange about it?'　That way of biting is synonymous with a confession already made a confession. 　for the sake of trifling manner 　I would have told you that such an act would be unfairly discriminating against other guests. "I beg your pardon... but I...."　hang one's head and look like one is about to cry. 　Why are you apologizing to me…? "Your carelessness isn't something you've just begun to do... from now on, be careful not to make mistakes."What!? ... yes!"　Oh, my God. I'm out of tune. 　It's hard to say to Jeannette. She must have a bad eye. 　It's so defenseless that it unconditionally dispels our hostility. "Mr. Jiro is sweet to Jeanette, after all.""...kind to Magda, too.　A woman who had lost her presence muttered unnecessary things. 　And Magda. You don't have to compete. "Now, have a bite."　Jeanette puts a plate on the table and the children lean forward. "Wow, you're so pretty!""Clean!"　The colorful vegetables are glistening in oil. 　Jeanette's food looks great. "Let's eat!"`Taboo!'　merry children 　You must have been smart. Four chopsticks were prepared. A serving would be fine. ... Well, it's obvious that you're going to share it. That's all right. I'll leave you alone, saying, "You have to wash it take time to wash it." "Father, hurry up and eat!"　Yaplock smiles and pats his head gently at the impatient tot. "Come up first, you said."Why?""Mothers. They're not that hungry. So, we'll eat a lot together.""...yes. I see."　A child reads the atmosphere. 　The atmosphere in the dining room suddenly became heavy. 　Jeanette bites her lips and hugs the tray in her arms. 　Magda gazes at the family and Estella looks away. 　Umaro sat far away, trying not to see the family, and Bertina closed her eyelids and folded her hands praying. 　They all seemed to draw their eyebrows together and desperately swallow the words. "Cheryl, look, I'll feed you.""Yes! Hey, I like you!"　Totto skillfully grabs the red peppers with chopsticks and carries them to Cheryl's mouth. 　Sheryl chews green peppers in her little mouth. "Delicious!"　In this place, Sheryl is the only one who can be innocent. 　That's probably why Totto fed Cheryl. He wanted to get rid of this oppressive atmosphere. "Dad, eat it, too. They say it's delicious.""Oh... no... it's all right, we'll eat together.""Mom, I'm full.""... yes."　That kind of conversation... ...has gone wrong. "Hey,"　I found myself shouting at the family. 　I felt that it was a piercing, very rough voice... but it was a voice with some sort of sadness... as if it were someone else's business. 　Everyone looks at me. "Do you mean you ate a lot before you came here?"　The Jeanettes suddenly look as if they were saying something. 　In the midst of this, I simply asked Yaplock and Uller, both of whom are showing a deeper sense of hopelessness that is currently dragging on in progress than I was just surprised. 　At the moment, their eyes swim in the air. "Well, that's...""You're eating, right? If you're full.""Oh, yes, well....""Oh, I see..."　I straighten out my arms and point my index finger at the yaplock and uller. "'Spirit's,'"Mr. Jiro!"　Jeanette hastily interrupts me, while Estella grabs my extended arm violently and twists it up. "Hey! What were you going to do just now?""Yasilo, that's too bad!"　Too much?　Who?　Is it me?　......not true. 　Maybe I'm practicing everyday, but Estella's movements to decide my joints were not wasteful and powerful. 　But... a man has the will to keep up when he can't. 　shake off one's twisted arm 　Then tighten the collar of the yaplock, which exposes the depressed face with its free arm. "Don't be silly, bastard!"　I didn't quite understand why you said that. 　I couldn't help but say it.It's not brains that drive me right now. 　It's an outburst of anger. 'Don't worry at all,'　Suddenly a nostalgic voice broke my tag. "What's "It's OK"? Tell me how you're OK!""Yasilo! Don't be violent!""Get down, Genet! These idiots don't even know what they don't know unless you say it properly!"　When I glare at him, Jeanette shakes her shoulders and moves a little further away from me. 　Instincts must have been terrified; they must have been warned in their brains, 'This is dangerous.' 　I turn my eyes to the yaplock again. 　Her frightened eyes stared at me, but she wouldn't say anything back. "I saw you for the first time today, and I could tell from a mere ten minutes that you were stupid, weren't you?"　After complimenting the promotional shirt I made, he muttered, "If you have such an idea," and "That's not the case." 　Ideas don't come from others. 　This guy is desperate. "That's not it?" I don't know what that "that" means. He must have run into some terrible wall. 　At such times, "if you have that much idea," it is proof that you are out of your power to do so. 　What to do when you run into a wall is not delusional or escapism: go over the wall, break it down, or give up and find another route. 　And yet he stayed. 　He looked up at the high wall and ran away to the impossible imagination that "I wish I had wings." 　This is the result. "Hey, Ossan. You're wrong from beginning to end."　Why would you choose that option when only four members of your family can order the cheapest stir-fried vegetables?"You don't have money, do you?""Yes, no, no,"You're caught. You're sure of it, too.「………………」　They probably noticed what they were finding out and laughed at it as if they hadn't noticed it. 　For whom?　Is it for my son? Because I don't want to worry about him? What are you saying?　That's not true, is it? 　It's for yourself, isn't it? 　You blame yourself so that you don't have to be more miserable, and you're setting up a line of defense so that others don't blame you, do you?"Taemae is probably the father! If you don't have money, Taemae has to work! If you can only buy one serving of rice, you have to eat for your daughter-in-law and children first, and you have to work like you're going to die and earn food for four! It's the father's job to let you live with it! No!"　What are you going to do if Temae starves and Temae is sacrificed? 　So, you shorten Temae's life, and you're going to go to hell right away... do you think the remaining children will be happy?　If Temae dies, will God give mercy to the children?　What a pity! 　God is willing to help others. 　A weak man who doesn't know how to stand up will only die in the open without being taught how to stand up. "What Temae is trying to do is to put his responsibility on the child and escape from the heavy weight. You don't understand that the dead are the only ones who will die and be saved, and the heavy responsibility that the dead should bear will be put on the remaining ones.""………………………."　Yaplock's mouth trembles. 　The breath that gushed out of my little mouth was so weak that I was about to disappear. "If you think you have no choice but to die, kill the children first.""That's...!""I can't do it. I can't steal the future of my beloved child. ... But if Temae dies like this... I swear, their future will remain bleak for the rest of their lives.""...that's right."　Yaplock's gaze is directed at the children. 　Across the table, Uller was weeping with his voice hushed. 　I thought the children would cry when they saw their parents being blamed, but... surprisingly, they were both sitting quietly... ...that's how broken their daily lives were. 　Children have a good eye for many things. 　He must have felt that it was no longer possible. 　......I can't do it. 　Releasing his tight collar, Yaplock staggered into his chair. 　He nods weakly and is absent-minded. 　Not many people can stand on their own feet when they are on the brink of despair. 　But it's also true that if someone gives you a little opportunity, you'll be more than surprised. 　It's hard to be forced to run a marathon without being told where to go. 　But whether it's 42.195 kilometers or 100 kilometers, it's not impossible to finish the race if you have a clear goal, even if it's too long. 　Just seeing the destination, showing the direction you're going, makes a person incredibly strong. 　So if there is a very nice person here right now who has given us the opportunity to do so... that means that the family has been very lucky. 　Luck is no use, by all means. "Ginnette, get me tomatoes and cheese.""...what?""And onions and garlic... It would be great if there was basil.""Well... yes, I think so.""What about pepper?""...the spice...the price.""Well, let me use something for now.""Yes, but what on earth, Mr. Jiro?""Huh? I'm going to make pizza with Nan. You've been saying that, haven't you?""What about the Yaplocks?""Huh? I don't care. I don't care.""But...""I'm going to do what I have to do. Just... I'm going to make quite a lot of stuff when it's out there... ...it'll be a big help if you have a guy to get rid of the excess...""...Mr. Jiro...huh!"　What's wrong with you? 　Don't you look so happy? 　I was originally going to make pizza with Nan. 　I didn't think about what to do with the cooked food. "Well, if you're hungry, why don't you eat?""...you know what?""I don't force you. What are you going to do,"Give it to me!"　an immediate decision 　This brazenness may be the key to success in life. "What about Magda?""...I'll eat it.""Estella?""...you're such a strange man,""What? 'I don't want to eat something that doesn't make my chest bigger'?""No one said that! I'm going to eat it! You're going to eat it!"　That's what you're going to do because you're saying unnecessary things. 　You'd better learn too. "Mr. Bertina,""It's really regrettable that my share has decreased.""...you're the only one who doesn't like it."　Is this Sister really OK to stay like this?"Then wait a little longer. It'll take quite a while."　Tell me, I'm going into the kitchen. 　First, bake the naan into a tomato sauce. 　I haven't seen curry in this world yet, so I'm going to eat naan with tomato sauce. 　Stir-fry garlic and onions in olive oil, add chopped tomatoes, and boil them. I'd like to season them with salt and pepper... pepper, or something. "It's very special, indeed,"　I'll give you just a pinch of spice. 　It's worth tens of thousands of yen for this snack... Oh, it makes me cry, for my stupidity. 　I wonder why I got into trouble.........　Wrapped in the sweet smell of tomato sauce, I was thinking about it. 　Well, I didn't get an answer. 　and an hour passed..."This is naan and pizza."　Nan and pizza were laid out on the table at the Yodamari-tei. 　Both are tomato sauces, but the pizza with cheese and basil will make a lot of difference. "It looks delicious, Mr. Yashiro!""Take hold of it, and hold on to it.""Thank you!""Well, I'll be with you,"　Umaro and Bertina immediately reach out. ...Don't hesitate to burn the guy, near the bumpy back of his upper front teeth. "What! What's wrong with you?""This 'pizza' tastes like a habit."　I'm glad that both naan and pizza seem to suit my taste. "...it's delicious."　After a bite, Jeanette gazes at me with her big eyes sparkling. "It's so good, Yashiro! I want to add this to the menu at Yangdaljeong.""Well, that's without asking for Mr. Bertina's judgment."　When I glanced, I met Bertina, who was chewing a little by little by little. "Any dough made from wheat that is baked in a stone kiln is equally defined as bread regardless of other ingredients, methods or shapes."　In other words, "These are both "breads." I'm afraid I can't give you permission. I'm really sorry!"　Grabbing two slices of pizza with both hands, chew the pizza big and big. 　Oh... you mean I'll eat it now. "Yes, yes,""Well... that's too bad,"　But I got a hint. "Bread" is defined as "dough made of wheat baked in a stone kiln." 　Then how about this one?　I'll put one more dish on the table. 　It's a round flat shape, and the ingredients are flour, eggs, and soup. The ingredients are cabbage and sliced meat. It took a long time to recreate the sweet and spicy sauce, but I think it's something close. 　Yes, the name of this dish is Okonomiyaki!　If this guy hasn't been baked in a stone kiln, he shouldn't be defined as 'bread.' "Oh, this! The rich sauce intertwines with the ingredients to create an indescribable harmony, and the flavor of the soup stock that comes out of it creates an irresistible flavor!"　Bertina, who has eaten up a slice of it, reacts extensively. 　What kind of gourmet are you? "Oh, really! As soon as I put it in my mouth, the sweetness of the sauce and the crisp texture of the cabbage are... soaking in my mouth!"　Your impression is always that, Jeanette. 　What kind of situation is it when you wash your mouth?"What do you think, Magda?""... Jiro will be a good bride.""No, I don't think so,"　Magda, who kept eating expressionless and silently, thrusts her thumb out at me. "Well... this certainly doesn't apply to bread,"　Estella seems more interested in how to make it than in taste."You're really good at finding a way out.""Praise me once in a while. I'm still using my head.""I'm complimenting you. I think it's a big deal.""Thank you,"You can say, "Wow, you're so pretty! I'm going to fall in love with you! Whoo!"　Well, I'm sure I won't tell you. "And what do you think?"　Then I look at the Yaplocks, who are holding their pizzas in the corner of the dining room. "It's delicious, brother!"`Hey!'　The children seem to like it. "Really... Thank you. I've had such a delicious meal...""It's illegal bread. I'm so grateful for your cooperation in destroying evidence.""Hahaha... I never thought the day would come when I would be involved in such a big thing... I don't know life."　a fool's 　I don't think it would be worth it if I knew it. "...thank you,""Huh?""What I said... it hurt me a lot, but... it touched my heart.""Stop it. That's not what I meant."　I just yelled at him because he got angry. "Still, those words changed me... our family, and the desperate situation remains the same... we'll try our best together."　Yaplock then turns to Wooler. "I have such a wonderful wife and children.""You...""You're helping me,""Yes, of course."　Don't mess around in front of me. I'll blow it up. "And, you know..."　Jeanette peeps in from behind me. "What are you worried about? If you don't mind, could you tell me?"　Ah... I heard it. 　Even though people were struggling to keep him away..."Actually..."　Look, I started talking. 　It's no longer irrelevant. 　That's another's business. It's barely negligible. 　I don't want to go any further, do you? "We are corn farmers...""Corn?""...I like Magda, corn.""Isn't it unusual in the 42nd district? I don't hear much about it."　Magda and Estella were also by her side. 　... I mean, Bertina, are you not coming?　Don't you have to listen to a lost lamb? Is it time to eat okonomiyaki like crazy?"In the Forty-two wards we may be the only buyers we have.""Is the buyer a peddler's guild?""Oh, yes. Of course, but the only place where the peddler's guild was selling corn is the chicken farm in 42 wards."　......what?"Our corn is hard-grained and neither humans nor animals like it very much. The only place they regularly bought was a chicken farm."　The yaplock is heavy...heave a very heavy sigh. "A few weeks ago I was suddenly notified that I don't need corn anymore...""... Mr. Jiro. Um... this is it."　Stop talking to me, Jeanette. Don't talk to me now. 　For some reason, my heart hurts so much right now. "Our farm, which had nothing but corn, had lost its income completely. It was originally a modest life where we could barely afford to eat that day, so there was no way we could save money... ...how to live from now on... ...and I felt like it was going to be completely."　Oh, sometimes it's pitch black in front of your eyes. For example, for example. "But I'll do my best again. Maybe there's a place somewhere that needs our corn, and I'll keep looking for it."　The yaplock bent at right angles and bowed deeply. "I'll never forget the taste of the food I had today. Thanks to you, I've found hope of living. Thank you very much."　I'm sorry. 　I'm the one who stole away your hope of life, aren't I? "... Mr. Jiro,""... Jillo,"　Jeanette and Magda stare at me with pleading eyes. 　I looked away and saw Estella staring at me with a fixed eye. "What do you want to say to them?"　... oh! 　Are you a checkmate? 　I can't help but be unlucky. 　Will the misfortunes that follow me ever return to me as great luck?""Oh, no, that's strange. Actually, I'm just looking for a stable supplier of corn, isn't it?""Really?"　Yaplocks are jumping at me like crazy."Oh, no! Please use our corn! No, before you do that, please come and see if our corn will be useful! Yes! Why don't you come to us now?"　This fear that the story is going on the subject.　I didn't like roller coasters because I couldn't do "a bit of a tamba." 　Seriously, I wonder if you'll give me a chance..."I don't care how much you pay! It's food that no one once told me I don't need. At this rate, it's going to be garbage. I'll give it to you at a bargain or an exceptional price!"　Haha... it's a good deal for a garbage collection guild. "Well, let's all go and see!"　Very enthusiastic Jeanette and Magda. 　Estella is smiling with satisfaction. 　I guess I'm the only one who feels depressed. 　Corn... corn, isn't it's corn..."Genet".　Suddenly, we hear Bertina's voice and look back together. 　There was Bertina, with her cheeks puffed up. "I'll take care of the store. You'd better go with me.""Oh, Oira is away again!"　...but you'd just like to eat. 　Thus we ended up going out again in the heavy rain. 　They say that this time they are corn farmers. 　This was the first time for a garbage collection guild... to buy unwanted ingredients. 　I put my foot in a puddle and splashes were flying, but as soon as I could, I was out of my mind. My feet were muddy, and I was getting tangled around my feet. 　Looking at such a scene, I walk forward. 　I wish I had to be stuck in the mud, thinking about it. . . . .

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