Chapter 338: 338 Episode 250: Epilogue-like daily life of Hidamari-tei

three days from the feast

It was still raining.

"You didn't come at all today, did you?"

Loretta muttered as she looked out of the window.

The world looks a little white, mixed with raindrops and splashes bouncing against the ground.

Even though it's already nighttime, the luminous bricks that could not be exposed to sunlight during the day do not emit light and are dark and disappearing.

the pitch darkness of one's first visit in a long time

It feels like a power outage.

"... Jillo, do you hold hands?"

"No, I'm not afraid of this much."

Magda reaches out in the flickering lanterns, but politely refuses.

Jeanette is giggling over there.

Come on! Don't laugh!

"Shall we close up to-day?"

"Well, Umaro's gone, too."

The only people who come to the store on a day like this were Umaro, who had eaten a lot of food and left the store a while ago.

"Come to think of it, Mr. Umaro," I heard you cleared away the stalls."

"It was gone yesterday."

"...he thought it was dangerous to leave him alone because the rain would make his vision worse."

It must have been hard work removing so many stalls in this downpour.

"Then next time I come, I'll add one more small tomato."

"Womaro's hard work is underrated!"

"... It's all right. Magda will accompany you."

"Then you'll be glad,"

With such a trifling talk, Yodamari-tei closed its business today.

What a peaceful day it was.

The lack of customers is a serious problem in itself, but... I've been really going around lately, so I sometimes appreciate this kind of time.

You must be really tired, me.

I've been sitting all day today, haven't I?

"Yes, Mr. Jiro. Corn pottage soup."

"Huh?"

"It will warm you up. It was cold today."

"Oh, thank you."

Maybe they cared because I wasn't moving.

"How about you all?"

"I'm sick of it!"

"...I want a little more magda."

sit in one's usual seat and drink warm soup

I feel like my core is slowly warming up and I'm getting rid of my fatigue.

Magda sits next to me and Loretta sits opposite me while waiting for Jeanette to enter the kitchen.

We wouldn't have to sit at this end of the aisle.

"Thank you for waiting."

Jeanette brings three servings of soup and sits next to Loretta.

We sit together in a corner in a large sunlit house. Your poverty is ingrained.

And then...

"Oh my gosh!"

A scream came from behind the door.

At the same time, there's a dull sound and a splash.

"What? Is that an annual event?"

I imagine the scourge of the shrieker, and a dry laugh breaks out of my mouth.

Jeanette seems to have come to mind, and she leaves her seat in a hurry and runs to the door.

"Loretta, bring me a towel." Magda went to my room and..."

Give instructions to the remaining two, and I say the same old words to the wet guy who came through the door.

"'You don't enjoy my poor body, do you?'

It's been a year since I heard that line. --the memory is sometimes abominably clear."

Estella, drenched in her expensive clothes, came in with a cramp in her face.

In this downpour, he walked carefully and seemed to have slipped near the entrance as soon as he saw Yangdaljeong. My feet, hips and back are soaking wet.

"There's Estella's butt-shaped puddle at the entrance,"

"Well, I don't have enough rice cakes to get carried away with..."

Jeanette folds up the umbrella Estella must have brought and stands beside the door.

I see. Do you have an umbrella stand? I've got to make it.

"I should have put on my overcoat, just because I have an umbrella."

"There's a saying, 'Don't regret it, don't puff up your baby shirt.'"

"It's a lie in the second half, right?"

Stretch out your arms and point at me Estella.

It's been a long time since I saw you, my hostility.

"Yes, Mr. Estella. I'll use it."

"Oh, thank you Loretta. I wish Jiro would be as smart as this. You should learn from the senior clerk."

Estella frowns at me after receiving the towel.

Now I'm supposed to be the last employee to be hired at Yodamari-tei. I quit once. About a minute.

"Oh, no. My brother..."

"Oh, Loretta," That's all right."

There's nothing particularly to do for you.

That's all right. It's better to think that you're not smart.

"... Estella. I brought a change of clothes."

"Oh, thank you, Magda," As expected, you're smart. Do you want me to stroke your head?"

"...you have to be qualified to stroke Magda."

As always, Magda's ears seem to want to muffle.although repeatedly rejected

And Estella's expression hardened as the smart Magda unfolded the 'I designated' T-shirt.

"...what do you miss again?"

On the chest of Estella's unfolded T-shirt, the words 'Cheap! Delicious! Cute!' were written boldly.

"I'll learn from Magda and become a clever clerk."

"Don't do that? I know it's your gift."

After exhaling heavily or sautely, you wipe your body with a towel and head to the back of the kitchen to change your clothes.

You can change your clothes here.

"Estera! If your pants are wet, even if it's just a pair of 'Buka T's'--"

"I borrowed it from Jeanette, so I don't mind!"

It's rude of you to reply to me before my words are over.

"Oh, my. I want to rub my parents' faces."

"Why are you rubbing it? You can just say, "I want to see you".

The ordinary personified Loretta pushes the norm too far.

They must be planning on a generalization plan for mankind. She is a girl with terrible ambitions.

"...the only one of them who can see their parents' faces right away is Loretta."

Magda's parents have gone missing as they head to Baocriere to guard dignitaries.

Jeanette's parents are unknown. My grandfather is gone.

Estella's parents are recuperating in a quiet town.

And my parents...

"That's true," Shall we go and see Loretta's parents?"

"Don't do that! They're not the kind of parents you can show them!"

Parents who are told this by their daughters...

Well, Wendy didn't like to let her see her parents, either.

Do girls in this town tend to want to keep their distance from their parents?

"...oh! I feel a little used to it, so I'm a little bit tired."

Stella comes back with a beautiful outfit.

My pants are dressed in Jeanette's dressing gown. I sometimes see him. Estella is a little taller, but it's not as short as you say.

However, the advertising T-shirts were originally my clothes, so Estella wore them and they went overboard. ...I like baggy clothes.

"If you look at it like this, Estella is small."

"Oh, sorry!"

Estella glares at me, hiding her heart about what she misunderstood.

I think these things are called "over‐consciousness" or "paranoid delusions."

"It's not about my heart,"

When I said so dumbfoundedly, he pointed his finger at me from three directions. in the posture of a 'spirits

Hahaha, good nerve, Estella, Magda, Loretta.

"Mr. Estella," Corn pottage soup. It will warm you up."

"I love you, Jeanette!"

Estella leaps at Jeanette with open arms.

That's dangerous. Don't jump at me when I have soup.

I didn't spill it well, too.

"...'Oh, the bulge that I don't have... I envy you, I envy you, but it feels good.'

"I don't think so! Can you put on your own monologue, Magda?"

"Yes, Magda. What Estella thinks is... 'Huff, actually, I can absorb some of my breasts by hugging them!'

"I can't!"

"... Estella... I don't think so."

"That's why I can't!"

"Estella, you're amazing! I respect you a bit!"

"You're saying you can't do it, right? You're saying you can't do it, right?"

"No, ladies and gentlemen. Don't say such a thing."

What's wrong with you, Jinet!

It's not a smile!

If you got on board and said, "You don't look good in big breasts," you could have done it so deeply that you couldn't get over it again!

"... in the case of the store manager, you can just get 10 percent of the milk."

"No, sir,"

`Furthermore, I've had ten percent of it, and it's still a huge breast!'

"No, so that's not the case..."

`Furthermore, Genet's number is decreasing, but it's completely back the next day!'

"Confession!"

I'm the only one... I'm going to get upset.

"Poops,"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhuh!"

"No, it's an illusion. Jeanette,"

Estella starts drinking corn pottage soup with cold eyes.

You're not making a fuss and suddenly getting cold.

Well, this is how my 'usual' routine came back.

Now that I feel like I'm back, I'm sure I like this atmosphere.

Now that the number of people has increased, we'll put two desks together to make an eight-seat table.

Then, once again, he sits down in his place.

I sat in my usual seat, Magda to the left and Loretta to the right.

Estella sits right in front of me and Jeanette sits right in front of Estella.

"And in front of Loretta there was a woman who had never seen her bleed before."

"No one!? No one!?"

"...oh, thank you very much."

"Who have you just said hello to, Magdachy? Stop looking across from me and bowing small!"

"Sorry, Jeanette," Would you mind filling it up a little?""Don't try to distance yourself, Estella! There's no one! There's no one!"

Loretta clinging to my arm to keep me alive.

Hey, he's also a simple beast. I can't get rid of it.

"Beast race,"

"Don't do that. Don't do that. Your image strategy works wonders."

That's because everyone looks at you like a 'so-so.'

Besides, I'm not the only one who has a selfish image of others.

Magda's worth it, too.

For example --

"The Magic Beast, Chichiprun"

"Oh, forget about it!"

This is the nickname Magda gave to Milly and Delia when they had a fight due to lack of rain and Jeanette, who witnessed it, was absent-minded at work.

It's a memorial for the day that started this uproar.

"But Magda's name, "The Devil's Chichiprun," has solved the water shortage case."

"What!? Was it Magdachy's credit?"

"...a woman who exerts influence behind the scenes. That's Magda."

"Don't let me get carried away, Jillo."

Under the table, Estella's feet nudged me lightly.

scold me again

Why am I the one, not the one who got carried away?

"Poops,"

"It's not cute."

"But, Mr. Estella," Depending on the angle, it's an unbearable feeling -- oh, my God!"

"Jinnette, calm down! It's an illusion or hallucination!"

Estella tries to soothe and calm the noisy Jeanette.

`Poo!'

"Squeak!"

"Genet!"

"...the manager looks a little tired."

"You might as well go to bed early today!"

You guys say it too, Magda and Loretta.

You say it, don't you?

no end of the stick

"Yes, I'm sorry," You know...

She combed her disheveled hair, looked away -- glanced at me -- and Jeanette said shyly.

"When I thought, 'I wonder if Jiro was like this when he was a child,' I thought, 'I wonder... he's so cute.'"

"When Jiro was a child?"

"Do you?"

"Yes!"

"""...a bonus time for women's bath peeping"""

"Well... I didn't think about it at that time, not yet."

I woke up to my breasts when I was in puberty and middle school.

......I'm sorry, I lied. It started when I found a large number of adult picture books beside the roadside in the summer of the fifth grade.

It's a beautiful memory.

"How old have you been?"

"Don't say rotten! It's ripe."

"It's not a matter of speaking,"

Now that I've climbed the adult ladder, I'm sure I'll be delighted.

Estella must be preoccupied with breast milk from puberty to the present. If you spend most of your day doing breast augmentation exercises!

Well, just... I'm more experienced than you are.

"By the time I was eleven, all I could think of was milk."

"Before I became a child of the Yodamari-tei?"

"...hard-core,"

"If it's an oil stain, it's so sticky that I can't get rid of it anymore.

What are you comparing me to?

What's sticking to who?

"Did your parents say anything about your eccentricity?"

`What a strange thing to do,'

"...it seems that Jiro has no subjective symptoms."

"It's the end of my life."

「…………」

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"... Hey, Jeanette." Follow me?"

"He!? Oh, no... whoop."

Hey, there's no follow-up!

How difficult it is to say there, d*mn it!

"Well, the landlady was pretending not to see,"

The room must have been cleaned without knowing it, and the treasure I had hidden must have been found, but not a word was mentioned.

Not only that, but since then, they have been cleaned to avoid hiding places.

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"Mrs. landlady... there was a natural place that strangled people."

Rather, it would have been a little better for you to speak up.

That thoughtfulness...

"...I'm sorry. I remember the past, and I'm crying..."

"What a far cry from nostalgia... there's nothing to be moved by."

Estella gazing at my beautiful tears with dumbfounded eyes. Oh, no, I'm not even staring at you. It's a peek. He seems to have no interest at all.

I think it's a beautiful sight if you just look at the situation. Tears shed at the thought of the deceased.

"From what you say, you have lived a very spoiled life."

"Well... I don't know,"

I was scolded for doing something wrong, and the rules and common sense were hammered out. Especially when it comes to caring for others, I think it's been said every day."But I wonder if you complimented me well."

In the midst of the severity, I felt a firm sense of affection.

And it was a cheerful family with a lot of laughter.

"...that's why Jiro likes the landlady."

"Huh?"

"Now that you mention it,"

"Is that so?"

I'm not aware of it, though.

"Yasilo always looks happy when you talk about the landlady Yasilo says.

"No, that's not the case, is it?"

"No. Like this. Smile and gentle."

I'll give you a gentle smile by saying that.

Are you saying I look like that?

"That's not true," I guess it's because when we talk about the landlady, it's usually just food.k.a. dinner. People naturally smile when they think about delicious rice."

That's what it is.

There's nothing more to it.

"But when Filman asked me which type of woman I liked, I mentioned the landlady."

"So,"

That's the worst thing to say, isn't it?

He said, "Well, let's say it's Estella right in front of us. It would be no problem if I explained it later and solved the misunderstanding." If I had acted in such a short‐sighted way, it would be easy to imagine what kind of disaster I would have caused.

"I think it's a wonderful thing. It means that I think my family is much more important."

"Well, it's better than being filial to your parents,"

"So my brother will always be sweet to his family!"

"...Magda is determined and confident to live on forever."

"You've said whatever you want..."

Even you guys who say that... ...let's not do that. This argument is barren.

My family is special. That's all right, isn't it? It's nothing to be bothered to deny.

"Uh... I'm glad to hear about Yashiro's past."

"Now that you mention it, it's rare,"

"I want to hear more about my brother's old story,"

"... every inch of it."

"Oh, my God. It's a story of the past that exposes our weaknesses."

Most of the time, a person's past is full of black history.

It's very rare for him to go on to talk about his early days.

"Thank you for the meal. It's warmed up."

Drink up the corn pottage soup and Estella breathes a warm breath.

"You can't fill your stomach with that, right? Shall I make something for you?"

"Well..."

Coming at this hour would mean Estella was so busy that she didn't even have time to eat.

A cup of corn pottage soup cannot be sufficient in such a situation.

"But it's closed now, isn't it?"

"I don't mind. Don't worry."

Jeanette would be happy to cook whatever time it is.

That's why I sometimes worry about it.

"Well, let's do it again." I'm sure they had all the ingredients."

"Is that so?"

Not knowing what it is, Jeanette bends her head slightly.

"It's a bonding dish."

"Oh! Good! I'll help you!"

Loretta, who is quick to answer, stands up cheerfully.

Come to think of it, I thought this member ate it before.

"I couldn't eat much last time because it was after the meal. My brothers left on the way, too. I used to take care of my younger brothers at the riverbank."

"…the riverside ………hmm." I got it right."

Loretta's story reminds Magda of it.

Well, did you go out on the way?

After that, a large number of people ate again on the riverbed, I'm sure.

"What are you going to make?"

"I'm curious, too,"

The two of them still haven't come to an answer are in a stew.

I've made so many things in the last few weeks.

The first person's memory may be fading.

"It's temaki sushi."

"'Ah!'

Jeanette and Estella flash at the answer.

It's a dish that uses plenty of ingredients from guilds, such as sea fishing, river fishing, agriculture, peddling and hunting, and Loretta's expression of bonding.

"I'll get ready, so help me."

"Yes!"

"...I'll help Magda, too."

"I want to help you, too!"

"Well, Estella. Sit down and wait."

"No, I'll help you! I hate being left alone here."

"No, no, I can't let the lord do such chores."

"Well, I'd like to hear the lines somewhere else.

So we all ended up in the kitchen, cutting and grilling what we had on hand in hand.

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It's too early to have Jeanette. The performance is extraordinary.

Estella had high expectations for her handling of knives, but she specialized in stabbing and not cutting. Well, I'm a knife‐bearer. I'm sure Natalia would do everything from stabbing, cutting, penetrating, and snatching.

"... Estella is not good at cooking."

"No, that's not the case! It took a little time this time.""Yes, Magdachy," "Just because the manager and my brother are out of touch with ordinary people, it would be a normal level if they could do as much as Estella."""

"Well... it's a great shock to hear Loretta say it's normal."

"Why!? I followed you, me!"

Estella is depressed by Loretta's "normal" statement that puts more stress on the mind than anyone else tells her.

Jeanette is giving words of encouragement, caressing her curled back.

It would be interesting to say, "If you curl your back so much, you'll bury your milk."…" I don't think I'll tell you.........I won't tell you

"If you keep your back so curled up, you'll never get away with it..."

"I'm good at 'stabbing',"

It's an estella that can't handle a single fish, but it must be easy to reap my life.

Should I pay attention to what he says when he has a knife? ......is there ever a time when Estella doesn't have a knife?

"Then I'll make vinegared rice."

`Ah... I like this smell!'

I remember you didn't say you didn't like the smell of vinegar at first.

When I head back to the hall with vinegared rice, Loretta and Magda bring in the ingredients happily.

Estella followed with an excited look on her hands with dried laver roasted over a direct fire, and Jeanette came with tea for everyone on a tray.

It's been a long time since we had a hand-rolled sushi party.

"I can't get the seaweed!"

"... the seaweed is small."

"Yasilo, dried laver".

"You don't have the ability to learn!"

With the three people who put too many ingredients on top of each other and couldn't wrap up the seaweed, Jeanette quickly puts the ingredients on top of them.

"It's strange... I thought I could roll it up like this..."

"You too, Jeanette,"

Temaki-zushi seems to be a very popular dish.

"It's hard... Jillo," Roll it up for me."

"Are you a nobleman?"

"I'm a nobleman,"

"...I am a friend of the nobility." Would you like me to wind it up?"

"I'm also a member of the nobility! Roll it up, brother."

"Don't take advantage. All of us do."

Every one of them tries to get me to make it.

Do you remember it yourself?

And when I saw Jeanette, who had not participated in the conversation, I found her desperately wrapped in sushi rolls.

It's still large in quantity.

What a surprise! I can't believe he's going to have a hard time.

"It's hard, isn't it? I can't get the hang of it..."

"Well, Jeanette, try it out, and make it for me."

"To Jiro?"

Such an order changed the color of Jeanette's eyes a little.

Place the seaweed on the palm of your hand, take the right amount of vinegared rice, spread it evenly, place the ingredients in a balanced manner... roll it up.

"... Wow! It's working!"

It was a wonderful temaki-zushi that looked perfect and could be served as it was if wrapped.

"You can do it if you think you're going to feed people."

"Yes, I think so,"

Jeanette with a shy smile.

This guy doesn't have much to cook for himself.

It's a new discovery that you don't like your own cooking.

"Yes, Mr. Jiro. Have a bite."

a hand‐rolled sushi that is served

...I'm embarrassed to think that Jeanette is wrapped up in front of me.

No, look, it's bare hands.

Well, I'm always barehanded.

"Have a good meal of vegetables, too. And chew well."

"Are you my mother?"

"Hmmm. You might be in trouble if you're so cute."

"If I were such a mother, I might not be weaned until I was over twenty."

"After you eat it, confess!"

It's all right after you've eaten.

No, it would be more troublesome to be put off...

"Oh, it's working! I got the hang of Jeanette".

Estella finally makes up an appropriate amount of temaki sushi.

snap at a hand-rolled sushi

Shake your fist with a satisfied voice.

"It's even better if you think you made it yourself."

"Well, I like the guy Jeanette made better,"

"...Magda always wants to be spoiled."

"When I make it myself, it tastes kind of normal..."

"I can't believe you won't get this much approval!"

That's sweet, Estella.

We're not so sweet as to be honest about what everyone might say.

"Why don't you add this to the menu?"

"It's going to be very expensive," Sea fish are the main attraction."

"There are many kinds. It's hard to get all this together."

"...when it becomes popular, it's very likely that we won't be able to keep up with it."

"So, this is for the house party."

a house party

As Jeanette says, this is just for eating at home.

It'll be fun to do it together from the preparation stage.

And it's also good for each person to choose their own taste.

It's natural to hear silly conversations like, "You're all salmon!" or "Don't keep the shrimp to yourself."

It was the same at my parents'

"My stable master is eager to do it only during temaki sushi." I told them that I could make more delicious temaki-zushi than the landlady... yuck."

I wonder if he had a strange obsession with vinegared rice mixed with sesame, putting sesame oil on seaweed, etc.

"And how was it actually?""Huh?"

"Was the master's temaki sushi more than the landlady?"

"No, that's a big deal, isn't it, my stable master?" Temaki sushi rolled by the landlady was easier to eat and I never got tired of the taste, so it was definitely better."

I said that, but he was a henpecked stable master. ….k.a.knit…

"...mistress, the strongest theory."

"It's amazing. I understand everything my brother likes and get the number one spot."

"She was a mistress, wasn't she?"

"No, no. Most of my knowledge and skills have come from my stable master."

I'm self‐taught about fraud, though.

"My brother's skill is..."

"...a breast test,"

"Yasilo... your stable master was an outrageous man."

"I haven't taken over that! I'm self-taught, my breast-

For the honor of my stable master, I assure you that!

...... for honor's sake!?

It doesn't hurt your reputation even if you like your breasts!

"Uh-huh. Jiro, you look happy.

Jeanette giggles into laughter.

"Temaki-zushi is a food that blooms with memories."

Hold a delicious-looking temaki sushi in both hands.

"When you do Temaki sushi with other people, will you remember today and say, 'This is what happened then?'"

This member has another guy and Temaki sushi...

It's the future you might come to someday.

Magda and Loretta may leave the sunset.

Estella could be seen by some aristocrat and become a big part of the upper class.

Jeanette, if there's a good guy somewhere...

I'm sure this guy is too soft on his own children, and he'll roll it up himself.

...all of which are in the future.

I'm sure it's impossible to stay the way it is now.

I can't imagine the future at all.

I can't imagine Jeanette or Estella getting married to someone, and I can't imagine Yodamari-tei without Magda and Loretta now.

In the first place, I can't see my own future at all.

Will I stay here for the rest of my life?

Or are you going to jump out of here finding something more interesting?

I was headhunted and became a rival of Yodamari-tei...

a future that cannot be said to be nonexistent

Twenty years ago, I never imagined that I would be spending my second seventeen years in a different world in twenty years. There's no way I can do it.

I don't know the future.

Is that why you get excited about the stories you know well about the past?

"I want to do temaki sushi again with these members and talk like this again!"

"...this member spoils Magda, so it's very comfortable."

They probably didn't want to think they were separated from the future.

Both Loretta and Magda said so in a slightly serious voice.

And Jeanette, of course, seems not to have imagined such a future????

"Yes, of course, let's all do it together again."

He assured himself so confidently.

So, please follow me a little.

"When I did Temaki sushi on the riverbed before, everyone was happy."

"Oh, my! Our brothers and sisters were so excited!"

"... Magda has been called the goddess of temaki sushi in some regions since then."

"What kind of goddess?" Well, it was fun, wasn't it?"

"Eating with another guy" includes that.

You're free to eat with anyone, and you're free to eat with anyone.

"That's what Jeanette said,"

"It seems fun to teach all kinds of people!"

"...with Magda's charisma, the wave of missionary work covers the 42 wards in an instant."

"Well, I see. So I'll bring in some interesting stories about the people I've told you about, and then I'll eat with these members... Yeah. That's good, that's good."

Magda and Loretta both look satisfied at Estella's conclusion.

I don't feel a little too dependent, but...

"Yangdaljeong is always here waiting for your return."

So, you can all jump out freely and freely.

Jeanette may have wanted to say such a thing. ...maybe not.

"I love temaki sushi."

Jeanette seems to have changed nothing when she said those words, but I guess she's changed a little.

Perhaps he's growing up little by little.

Like Estella, who is fighting with the lords of other wards and gaining strength and confidence as a lord.

I've had such a hard time of it, but...

Well, maybe it was worth it.

A new passageway was built in Newtown, and the construction of a small harbor was decided beyond the city gate.

It seems that the toll on passing the BU will be reduced, and the preparation for the production of beans in the outer peripheral area is progressing.

Estella's continuous, round‐the‐clock work will soon bear fruit.

Towns change.

People change, too.

Our relationship changes, and the circumstances surrounding us change every second.

We have no choice but to make it better or worse, so we struggle desperately to make it better.

The accumulation of such things sometimes leaves a little surprising achievement when you look back on it.

for that reason

It's because it's changed like that that that's why I really feel that the Yodamari-tei, which always stands here, is so relaxing.

"It's a good restaurant... Yodamari-tei,"

Everyone but me looks at the words that were leaked.

Then nod with a bright expression as if there were no objections.

"Of course. It's my favorite."

"...it's a shop with Magda, so of course."

`I love Yodamari-tei, too!'

And Jeanette looked a little tearful.

"I'm glad to hear that,"I smiled shyly.

After finishing the remaining vinegared rice and ingredients together, the Temaki sushi party ended late at night.

Jeanette invited me to stay, and I went back to the hotel because I had work tomorrow morning.

It seems that he really wanted to take advantage of the small amount of time to eat at the Yodamari-tei.

Just before I left, I said with a smile, "I've really refreshed myself," and went home with an umbrella in my hand in the still‐pouring rain. ...with the promotional T-shirt on at Yodamari-tei.

Well, when will he notice his clothes?

I'm not sure if Estella is smart or bad.

Well, he must be a smart idiot.

Loretta said she was going to sleep with her sister because of this heavy rain.

She's doing her best, isn't she?

and Magda????

"... Magda will help you clean up..."

and, beginning to fall asleep, I took him to his room and put him to sleep.

I feel sleepy when I'm full. ...but it's not this extreme.

It's almost midnight.

It's about time Jeanette started to feel sleepy.

Let's go back to the kitchen to help clean up, finish quickly and fall asleep.

"Good job, sir. It's wet, yes, here's a towel."

As soon as you get back to the kitchen, Jeanette will take out your towels.

Don't want a roof in the courtyard.

at least as far as you can go back and forth without getting wet I wonder if we'll think about anything before the heavy snow season.

It's a matter that makes you want to have an umbrella every time you go upstairs or something like that dramatically afterwards when the craftsman sees it.

"How do you clean up?"

"It's almost there,"

"Well, I'll help you,"

"Yes, thank you very much."

They don't take any trifles for granted and thank you.

Jeanette doesn't think it's a burden, does she?

Also, I'm not saying it out of habit. You can tell it by the tone of your tone.

Jeanette's words are always heartfelt.

I'm sure it's pretty hard.

Putting your heart into every word.

He's just doing it without thinking it's a struggle.

They don't ignore or make fun of other people's stories, they listen to them face to face.

That's why I feel relieved.

That's probably the case, isn't it?

The fact that Jeanette looks like a Jeanette is...

"Yes, that's it."

"Good job".

"Hmm. Good job."

"What was wrong with you asked.

"Oh, no, no, no, no...

Waving my hands to drain the water, I ask Jeanette. What are you laughing at?

"I thought I liked that kind of thing about Jiro."

What???????

"When I do something that makes me think, 'Oh, you've done a pretty good job just now,' Yashiro always watches it and says, 'Good job!'" That's what makes me so happy."

No, anyone would say "well done."

"You look like a grandfather."

"You often treat me like a dog."

"Hmm. It's not about looks."

Do you know?

There's something about me that somehow overlaps with your favorite grandfather, isn't there?

You've always been saying, "You look like your grandfather."

But, you know what?

I heard that you look like your beloved grandfather...

You liked your grandfather because of his gentle personality and kindness????

In other words, it's like saying that I look like the person you loved very much. That's also the basis of your love of it.

... well, I don't think it means that much.

"I'll be careful not to smell old."

"Ugh. I like the smell of Mr. Jiro, too."

"...deny me, age-smelling."

Also, don't call me back and forth.

I know you don't mean anything, but... it's annoying.

"I love the smell of Jeanette, too,"

"Huh!? But now, Mr. Jiro!"

"Hmm, I'll get back at you."

give a person a quick reprimand for making him confused

You should learn firsthand how your behavior is perceived by the other personally.

After talking about the smell, people naturally want to distance themselves.

... well, in the case of Jeanette, it's too easy to understand.

Half a step away from me. I didn't smell anything. It smells like delicious rice, if ever.

"Well, Magda said, "My stomach rings when I smell the manager."

"Heh... heh." I may be able to eat it one of these days."

Jeanette shakes her shoulders as Magda tells her to.

a magda clinging to a ginet I'd like to see it with that.

"Well, I'll share it with you, too..."

"Confession, please.

As I stared at a certain part of it, I was forced to smile and confess.k.a. smile.

I don't think it's a good idea to impose religious beliefs. Yes, I think so.

"All right. Shall we sleep, too?"

"Yes, we have tomorrow, too."Well... there won't be any guests,"

"But I'll be back tomorrow,"

It will probably rain heavily tomorrow, too.

Nevertheless, it will come tomorrow.

It's strange because Jeanette doesn't mean, "I have work to do when there are no customers," but rather, "No matter what the circumstances, I'm sure you'll have a good day."

I guess it's because he's positive in his basic attitude.

I'm sure it sounds different.

Words change their meaning by just looking at them.

That's a dubious thing.

That's why you shouldn't be so careless.

For example--

"By the way, Mr. Jillo--"

--like this fellow.

"Do I look like the landlady?"

"He?"

I couldn't help but hear a voice coming out of a strange place.

Ignoring that, Jeanette goes on.

"No. Mr. Filman used to... like Mr. Jiro... mistook the important person for me..."

I don't want you to say anything more than to be embarrassed by your remarks.

"But that's about the landlady,"

That's right. It's the landlady.

This is part of my brilliant through-skills to avoid the troublesome entanglement of love bananas and unrequited love.

"Hey, who do you like?"

"Mom~"

It's like...

It's nothing more than a kid.

"Mr. Yashiro thinks very much of the landlady, and when he sees her, he's kind of a warm-hearted person... so...."

So don't take it so seriously.

So???????

"Do I look like the landlady?"

Don't look at me as if you were expecting me.

The landlady named me as a way to escape when I was asked about someone important.

In doing so, he points out what he thinks is important for deceiving others.

It was an illusion of love, and although Filman was completely fooled... he misidentified him as Jeanette.

I mean, Jeanette matched the conditions that my 'important person' was important, so I mean, I mean, I mean Jeanette, I mean, uh...

"I don't see her face at all."

...I can't do it's not working.

When I can't come to a conclusion after the word, I have nothing to say.

"I see. ... Hmm."

Jeanette smiled quietly and looked a little happy. ...was it my misunderstanding that looked like that?

I bet I'm tired, too. Yeah. I'm tired of my leisure. Or, haven't you gotten rid of your recent fatigue?

Either way, don't just go to bed early, on a day like this.

"Well, Mr. Jiro," Shall we?"

No further mention of the subject, Jeanette speaks with her usual smile.

I walk out of the kitchen into the hallway, stand in front of the door leading to the backyard, open an umbrella, empty half of it, and wait for me.

As if we should walk a short distance upstairs under an umbrella in the rainy courtyard.

"Oh, wow. It's time to go to bed."

They waste that excuse and accept Jeanette's umbrella.

When you start walking, Jeanette follows you without saying a word.

at the same pace next to

The rain is so heavy that we can hardly hear a conversation in this situation. walk in silence on one's own excuse

rather than the coldness of his right shoulder, which was getting wet in no time, I was more concerned about the gentle breathing that I could hear next to him????

If you try to deceive someone, the reaction will come right back to me, this city... oh my gosh.

--and with that in mind he walked slowly down the courtyard with his umbrella a little more, lest Jeanette's left shoulder dry.

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