98 ⑤ Day 2 - South and East and West

"Hey, what are you guys! In this western territory, are you going to make a scene!?

The man's voice grew up there for the first time.

A bunch of skin-capes are still forming a semi-sixed formation while making the man and the stall a bit far-flung.

That - no heart, isn't there more people than yesterday?

"... I'm going to make a scene, I don't," replied one of them in a slightly obnoxious but western language, so I was surprised again.

"We, the cooking of Giva, buy. In order, I'll wait."

That said, the person moves forward and lifts the hood of the skin.

Dark skin as darkness and long cut eyes. Thin nose beams and thin lips.

That look was very similar to yesterday's young man.

The person, however, had silver hair as if it were Ziba-Lou.

But he's a young man. I guess it's not due to age, it's born silver hair.

"In order, I'll wait. Ten of us, please."

"Then what are you idiots or what? I don't think it's sane to serve copper coins to such unsavory meat. It's like dumping a copper coin in a kamado. Let the people of the woods eat the meat of Gibba. You guys can't even get any blacker, but eating this nasty meat just makes you uncomfortable, huh?

The young man with silver hair tilts his little neck strangely.

"I haven't eaten yet. But my compatriots, seven, ate yesterday. Everybody, delicious, I said. So, ten people, I'm here.... ten, please"

"... Yes. Thank you every time."

I decided to carve Tino and Aria while I took the shock inside that they still denied me a bit of Giva meat.

In the meantime, ten customers start placing copper coins on the table silently again.

"I can't believe it. Don't Sims even know what meat tastes like? That's not a decent human eating thing. Besides, two copper coins is ridiculous. Eat Kimmus if you want meat. Eat the caron."

Sales disruptions are severe, but as usual, they don't absurd their voices, Sim's customers don't look solid and deal with them, and as a store owner, it was a troubling place to be.

Nevertheless, we will create ten 'giva burgers'.

The silver-haired young man, who received it first, still finished silently with no expression, nodded loudly before looking back at the man of the people of the south.

"Giva, it's delicious. Red, two, satisfied."

"Is there such a stupid thing? What's wrong with your tongues?... Hey guys, come here for a second!

And the man's voice got louder again.

The voice led me here… all a new group with white skin.

Dressed to give space to them, the group of skincloths take a sooo dense formation.

However, with both hands clasp 'Giva Burger'.

"What's the matter, old man? Isn't that some kind of swordswallowing vibe?

One of the new group, a Jagal with a still so young face, gives a slightly abusive voice.

He is still a young man with brown hair and green eyes and a low but fairly robust physique.

Jagals, it seems, are not that big all in all. As many as eight Jagals would have gathered there to go with the first man, but only about one or two of them seemed taller than me.

However, everyone has a disappointing bone too physique and a pretty fierce face.

Hair colours and ages vary.

"Look at these guys. These guys are eating Giva's meat as delicious and delicious. I ate it too, but it wasn't really a substitute to pay for copper coins. The Sims were such tasteless people?

What a disturbing word.

Looks like it's kind of totally annoying.

"Hey, did you eat Giva's meat or something? That's not supposed to taste good."

And Jagal's young man takes a man's thick arm while he groans at us.

"... Besides, you shouldn't be involved with people by the woods. These guys are more troublesome than the Sims. If you make a lot of noise, you don't know what kind of eyes you'll see later, do you?

"I didn't say anything wrong. It's these guys who are wrong.... if you think it's a lie, you guys eat it too"

"Giva's meat, I don't even want to eat it."

"Fine, try it.... Hey you, let these guys eat Giva's meat"

It's a tyrannical argument.

But this would also be a valuable opportunity.

Not so many Jagali people in the town, but if they do not seem to receive the taste of Giva meat fundamentally, it is a matter of liberation.

This' Gibba Burger 'is a change ball at best. If the unique texture is the only problem, I think I can salvage it there because I plan to offer a simple grilled meat dish sooner or later.

But Mitsuhito, called this old man, was complaining about the very flavor of Giva meat.

Despite the fact that it uses a highly flavored talapa sauce.

Is that the general taste of the people of Jagal or the personal preference of this old man?

No matter how bad you take it, you want a tasting from the other side, so you have no hand in missing this chance.

I shrugged the mini-burg that was sinking in the iron pan into a wooden dish, and he split it it into six parts.

There were still five left in the first minute, so I'll put him on the platform and stab him with a "go ahead" number of claw twigs.

First and foremost, about three older people have reached out fearlessly.

Then he says, "Look, you guys try it," and the young guys start to pinch the claw branches, too, dressed to be pushed in the back by the old man.

Incidentally, a group of skin-capes who totally taunted 'Giva Burger' during this time just stood still silently, without returning for any reason or looking intrigued.

"What do you say? It's not good, is it?

An old man, with his arms around him, looked around at his companions.

The look on the faces of the men is… indeed, varied.

"If it tastes bad, say it tastes bad."

Only two responded to that voice.

One of the older groups says it's "unsavory" and one of the younger groups says it's "not tasty".

"Just the two of us?," the old man peeled.

Kind of - like Donda-Lou on the day of his presence.

"What about you guys? No way, are you gonna skip it even if it's delicious?

"... not unsavory," says one of the older ones, "reasonably tasty," says one of the youngsters.

And.

The oldest man, a boy who looked younger than me, and the first young man who had a rambling mouth stood up with a flashing face.

"... delicious," the young man snaps.

"Hey, what the fuck? Hey, is this really Giva's meat?

"Yes. Authentic, it's Giva's meat. It's not Caron or Kimmus."

I hadn't thought or felt this way yet, but I could still smile back.

"For your money, there are two red copper coins. If you like."

"Is there two pieces of red," a big man advanced as he moaned the young man.

He's got a good physique, he's pretty old and he was, and if it's style, he's not beaten by the old man, he's a pretty strong figure.

The person offered me a copper coin to "get one".

"Thank you! Please wait!

"Hey, Aldas! Are you going to pay copper coins for this unsavory meat?

The person, called Aldas, looks back at the old man in a loud manner.

"Oh man. If it didn't fit your mouth, don't shout in front of the store. When the guards get here, they're gonna pull you off, right?

"But..."

"Even if it didn't taste good to you, it tasted good to me to death. People have their own things like that. It's nothing like making a scene."

That kind of thing, every person...

That's right.

Gibba's meat is crusty.

It seems more delicious than beef, more than pork, and more than Kimmus' meat, is just my personal preference.

But... what is it?

I don't know, I'm sorry for your impotence!

"Hey. Give me one, too," said the youngest Jagal boy who seemed pompous, offering a copper coin.

"Thank you!" When I handed the finished product to the first customer, "that sounds kind of delicious," another man also advanced.

"Fairly delicious," said the young man.

"Hey, do me one favor."

"Yes! Thank you!

"Oh, give me one, too!

The first young man who was in bad shape also offers a copper coin, as he decided with it his heart.

Of the seven - no, four of the eight, including the old man, would have bought it for me now.

Fifty percent of people admitted to my cooking.

Never a bad number.

It's never a bad number.

I had to desperately contain a sense of defeat swirling in the bottom of my belly.

(... how far is half a serving, what about me?

Still, he chops Tino and Aria exactly and completes the four 'Giva Burgers'.

In the meantime, a big Jagal named Aldas, who bought me first, said, "Wow, this is delicious!," he exclaimed.

A face as tough as a rock, filled with honest expressions of surprise and joy.

"Was Giva such a delicious meat? Who, the one who said Giva was stiff and stinky? I definitely prefer this one to Caron."

Taking a closer look, the old man, who seems to be the leader of this group, was squeezing his head while chewing down the bitter bugs.

"This tarapa is awesome too. The sourness is in good condition. Besides, what's this vegetable mixed with Tino?

"It's a thinly sliced raw aria"

"Raw aria! It's a little spicy, but it suits this meat. I feel like drinking some fruit liquor."

"That's true. Hey, I didn't see you at noon yesterday, but you didn't let the store out at dusk?

"Yes, it takes me a while to get home by the woods, so I close it at noon."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'd like to have two of these if I were to pay four coins for dinner at the inn."

He is a people of the south who are so strong that he leans in silence, but unlike the people of the east, his expression seems quite rich.

Seeing it deliciously delicious and shouting out loud, my heart got caught up in all directions again.

"No, it was delicious! Hey, are you still doing this tomorrow at this hour?

"Yes, I'm going to open it every day until nine days from now for now"

"Right. We'll stay in this town till next month, so I'll come and eat every day."

"Thank you! We look forward to seeing you!

And so the men of the south began to disperse.

A Jagal named Aldas pokes his fist at the shoulder of an old man who is still biting and crushing bitters.

"Let's go, old man. It's time for work, isn't it?

Still, without moving, the old man looked scared and called out to me, "Hey."

"Because that tarapa is delicious, use Kimmus or Karon's meat, not Gibba's. Then I'll pay for the copper coins too."

"... excuse me. So far, I don't plan on using any meat other than Giva. But we're also going to sell new dishes made with Giva meat..."

"Any dish is ruined with giva meat," he abandoned, and the old man left.

So - if you move your gaze around.

A bunch of skinned capes stood in the same spot without being slight.

The silver-haired young man who was at the head of it walks up to me.

"Giva meat, unsavory, strange. I was delicious."

"Thank you. If you like."

"Every day, I come. Nine days, when it's over, the store, is it over?

"No. If it's something I can go on, I'd just like to go on longer."

"Continue, I'm glad. We come every day. We, the Blue Moon, will always be there."

The Blue Moon - is it still next month?

But since we were talking about starting work on Camus next month on the 15th, it should be time for a change of moon.

"I, the head of the Chamber of Commerce" Pot of Silver ", Schmiral-Dj-Sadumtino, fine"

"Huh?"

"I'm Schmiral-Dj Sadumtino. You, name, okay?

"Ha... I'm Asta from Fa's house"

"Asta. Thanks. I'll come every day."

That's all I left behind, and a bunch of Sims walked away.

"Wow... you sold ten and four at the top...?

Vina-Lou, who had been silently stirring the contents of the iron pan for a long time, opened his mouth on a hiccup.

"There's only six left, huh? Don't you sell them all...?

"Right. I'm glad it's unscrupulous."

"... then why are you looking so hard...?

"No... I knew you regret being told you didn't taste giva meat. That's because it's been since Donda-Lou told me I poisoned my hamburger."

"You know, it's weirder to say it doesn't taste good.... Donda, my dad just didn't care about the softness of Hanba-gu. Oh, it was like the guys earlier said Giva's meat itself tasted bad... I'm sure my tongue is rotten wow"

"That's not true. Because people's preferences are different."

Yes, there must be many people in my world who claim that beef tastes better than sissi meat.

Therefore, it is not surprising that there are many people in this world who think that the flavour of Giva meat does not suit their taste.

The people by the woods and the people of Sims have all but regarded it as delicious, I'm sure that's the kind of taste that has been cultivated in their diet until then.

I know that.

I know - there was no sense of defeat swirling around my chest.

Maybe that's just a childish remorse for being denied what you like, not the cook's possession or something.

(Then you just have to keep those emotions in the back of your chest.... but the people of the south, who are supposed to be less discriminating than the people of the west, told me that they don't taste Guiba's meat. I'll have to think about what I'm going to do in the future based on that)

"Ah... Asta, my father the vegetable seller...?

"Huh?" he looked up, Dora's father and Tara approaching from South Street.

I kind of tried to smile a little relieved, and I said, "Oh?" and I was to lean my neck.

Behind his father and Tara, two strange men followed him.

Both yellow-brown skinned, daddy and his age men.

I have a pretty tight grin on all my dad when I first met him.

"Hey, how's it going, Asta?

"Hi. I'm doing well today. I've sold 14 of them."

"Huh!? So you're almost out of stock?

"You have six left. He's still got plenty of time left until Jomtien, but he's a happy screamer."

"Oh well. Good for you. Um... are you calling these guys, like, tastings? I want you to feed him."

In front of me and Vina-Lou, the men's faces were finally caught.

"That, of course, is about as much as I'd like to ask you to do here if you could eat... Um, who are these people?

"It's my old familiarity. One is a cloth shop, and one is a pot shop."

"Ah! Could it be the owner of the store where I bought the pot?

"Oh, yeah. I remember you so well."

All in all, I was impressed because it was a rare and slightly skinny thing among the people of Genos with many fat men.

"These guys, they don't believe me when I say Giva's meat is delicious, so I couldn't help but snap it. Hey, can you give these guys a taste...?

"Of course! Wait a minute, please. I'm going to warm it up again."

There were just two shards left in the wooden dish, so I dipped it in a hot sauce and then put it on the wooden dish again.

The potter and the father of the bookstore looked at each other with a crying smile.

Side by side, Tara pulls her father's arm when it's hard.

"Dad, I think I'm hungry..."

"Oh, yeah, right. Asta, just ask us one thing at a time."

"Thank you! I'm really glad you liked Dora's dad."

"I'm happy for you, too.... to get to know people by the woods like you."

Saying, your father glanced at Vina-Lou more glimpsely.

Vina-Lou smiles a little confused.

"Being the same people of the west, I could never think of the people of the woods as my compatriots. Still, it makes my legs dull when I see a man like you... but I think it's really good to know that there are people by the woods like you."

Dora's father laughed more as he received "Gibba Burger".

"Come back to our store. I want you to eat my aria."

"... yeah, then I'll tell my family that too. Wow..."

Laughing happily, Dora's father bumped into 'Giva Burger'.

"Oh... it's really delicious, this gibberish. I'm happy to have you cooking such delicious dishes with my sold vegetables, Asta."

"No, because the original ingredients are delicious, we can make delicious dishes. Keep up the delicious Aria and Tarapa, please, Dora's father."

"He's the only one who can take it with his chest up."

That's how Dora's father looked back at her two friends.

"So? How long have you guys been doing that and shrinking? I came all the way out here to throw out the store number, so you should taste it."

"Mm, you're the one who forced me to snap."

I blamed him, and still my father at the pot store finally reached for the giva meat for the tasting.

Grabbing a claw twig with a slightly trembling fingertip, he releases the burgh shard all over his mouth.

"What do you say?," the father of the fabric store pulled the arm.

"Delicious... or it tastes strange..."

"Oh, this is a dish that I chopped meat on and then cooked round. Maybe it's a little strange."

The potter's father began to let his gaze swim with some tremendous momentum.

And let thin fingertips dive into your nostalgia, as you have decided to.

"Oh, give me one too! I don't know until I try some more."

"Yes! Thank you"

"Oh, hey, is that true...?," the father of the fabric store also reached out to the claw yang branch.

"Wow, what, it's usually delicious!

and peeks into the contents of the iron pan with a stunningly open eye.

"Is this really giva meat...? Or this tarapa tastes unscrupulous too!

"You bet. This is the Tarapa I made, right?," Dora's father turned against his chest, and the father of the bookstore laughed faintly, "hey, what are you talking about?"

"Okay, I'll get one too!... Oh, uh, come on, this won't grow horns or darken skin color...?

"You believe in such superstition? My lady said you've never seen a horned woodland people, and that the woodland people have been like this since they came from the south woods?

"Wow, I know! Give me one!"

"... thank you," I could say from the bottom of my heart.

Depressed if they say it tastes bad, happy if they say it tastes good, I can't help but shake my heart one way or the other, it's me in half a serving - but whatever it is, the battle is just beginning.

Starting tomorrow, prepare forty meals of 'Giva Burger'.

If that's what it is and which sales are expected to be, it may be sooner than assumed, but you can show off your new dedication.

Thinking is a pile.

Later on, Camus, who appeared fluffy and ghostly again, bought about two of them, including for the Late Boy, and that day we were supposed to sell out all our merchandise in less than an hour.