212 ⑥ Luu family group

There was no particular turmoil after we broke up with Polearth, and we were able to finish the day's business.

In "Xuanrong Pavilion" and "The Great Tree Pavilion of the South", Rayna-Luu made "Giva Soup" and Giba's raw fresh meat were wholesaled, and in "Kimmus's Tail Pavilion", she encouraged the study of dedication made with caron meat, behind which Sheila-Lu and the others were exchanging the business of stalls.

Notably, the street food would have both sold out 100 meals.

How long will this momentum last, and for now there is no other way to prepare just the same number tomorrow to see how it goes.

And Milan-Math had finally been stomping through the sale of 'Kimmus' since last night.

I tried a dried kiki dip similar to plum dried, and he said he could make a decision that there was nothing wrong with this.

"Thanks to you, all the meat from the carons has been sold out" is the assessment I received from Milan-Math.

So "Stir-fried Caron's Finely Chopped Meat," which I've prototyped before, will also be available from tonight.

Beat all over the stiff caron foot meat and crush the fiber, slice it even thinner to the limit and fry with Aria, Tino and Pra. The flavoring is fruit liquor, and the leaves of Pico, which are paid for in the lodging town.

I could have improved the taste more if I had used tau oil, but Milan-Mus didn't mind buying tau oil once from Naudis, which is also a commercial vendetta.

"It's luxurious enough because it uses fruit liquor and pico leaves. No one will complain about this."

Milan-Math was saying that to me.

Hopefully, this will overshadow the reputation of Kimmus's Tail Pavilion for poor food quality at all.

"Tomorrow, then, let's also develop a dedication of juices and simmers or something. I'm sure Caron's leg meat will work because it's a better ingredient for you."

"But the inability to use tau oil is where it hurts.... then is it effective to use Tarapa like Shichiku?

To Rayna-Lew's idea, I was supposed to hit my hand.

"Tarapa? That might be a good one! If you simmer carefully, you'll be able to take stock from the meat of carons and kimus, and if you use a variety of vegetables without incurring the cost of ingredients, it'll look pretty good."

"... hey, haven't you guys forgotten the main thrust?

And, Milan-Math hisses his eyebrows and snaps his mouth.

"I'm guessing you guys are the only ones giving me such a clue to sell Giva meat? I was able to create a splendid dedication with Kimmus and Kalon, so I guess I can do my errands already."

"Is it? But you've never been able to prepare a new offering of juice, have you?

"... if you get that much dedication, you might lose the Giva meat, right?

"I'm sure it's okay. Because you know how delicious Giva meat is, Milan-Mouth."

I consciously let him slap me in the mouth.

Milan-Math gets grumpy and silent.

"Whatever, by the 15th of the White Moon, do what you can. As I told you earlier, since then, we've been in a situation where we don't know how far we can go."

If we don't reveal the nature of Cycleus, that's where we're going to have a long holiday.

When I told them on behalf of the people of Lou that they might have to take a break for roughly a month - that's all - until the people of Fou, Run and Sudra were able to assume escort roles, Nair, Naudis, etc. were so saddened that this one who watched wanted to shrink.

"But at that time, people at the Lou family said they could use their luggage to carry Giva's raw meat to the inn. Then I might be able to cook at home and have it carried with me."

Telling it that way, both Nair and Naudis said, "Be sure!" He said to me.

And about the "Westwind Pavilion," it was also to be said that it was no longer possible to proceed with the business story until after the fifteenth day of the White Moon, and Yumi was greatly mourned.

"Oh, I wish I had connected Asta to her father before this happened...... are we out of luck?

"That's not true! If you're in a position to continue your business, do you really want me to talk to Yumi's father?

"Really? Once you've made a difference, trust the man you promised! My dad's still mad."

"Yeah... I figured you shouldn't let me apologize exactly out of my mouth for that, too?

"Uh, don't do it so far. Because if you don't chill your head a little longer, it could really be a noise to see blood.... Anyway, good luck keeping up the business in Inn Town, huh?

"Yeah, thanks"

My own interaction was more than that.

But one more thing, something I couldn't have seen, but it was on my way back to the woods that I was informed of it.

It is Gazran-Rutim.

Gazran-Rutim, who received forgiveness from the chiefs, went down to the lodging town alone, where he and Zashma were to meet and communicate yesterday's plans.

That the people by the woods suspect that it was Cycleus who was manipulating the great sinner Zazz-Sung.

With such suspicion in mind, on the 15th of the White Moon, the people of the forest side will meet with Cycleus over the treatment of the Sung family.

That if you're still not convinced by Cycleus' words, you're willing to take the sword and not give it to the Sung family.

Gazran-Rutim asked Zashma to spread those stories to the boarding town.

"Hmm... well, I can't get a door in the mouth of any Michi. It might still be smarter to spread the exact right information over here rather than wait for some half-way rumor to circulate."

Zashma said so, apparently.

"Got it. I don't know how effective I'm expected to be in the next four days, but let's use a handkerchief without it to split the story."

After telling Sheila-Lou and the others who stayed in the stall that such a conversation had taken place, Gazran-Loutim returned early to the woods.

Things are going steadily.

What days are waiting for you from tomorrow on? With that in mind, we returned to the settlement of Lou.

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"Oh, thank you for your time."

Pulling the luggage car to the back of the main house, what a real encouragement Barsha had for his salary job.

Yet instead, the two men were encouraged to do the same job, and as far as I'm concerned, they were rather surprised by you.

"To Lyada-Lu, Mida...... what the hell is wrong with you?

It was Lyada-Lu, the father of Sin-Luu and Sheila-Lu, and Mida, the family of Luu.

"This guest is no less powerful than the hunters by the woods. And if I lent him a blade, he told me that the men should keep an eye on him."

Lyada-Lou, an incredibly smooth body unlike Donda-Lou's brother, answered that way with the same deposited face.

He is a sinister, magnificent man with dark brown hair behind him and a well-shaped moustache.

"But the rest of the men are getting ready to hunt today. Me and Mida, who can't do the job, are going to be on watch."

Lyada-Lou retreated from the hunter's job after hurting his leg muscles, and Mida was building endurance to keep his legs together.

It's a convincing candidate if you ask, but nevertheless, it was definitely a trio with quite an impact.

"Asta... have you sold a lot of food...?

Mida looks down at me with the broken firewood in her arms.

Although I have the impression that a lot of meat has been wasted, it is still a giant mida with enough meat balloons.

"Yeah. Because it was a crackling 'meermoo grill'. I've prepared a lot, but I could sell it all out."

"Yeah......" twinkles, Mida doesn't move.

He's just staring at me like a little piglet.

Even last night, the night I was able to return for the first time in days, Mida was staring at me like this.

Mida's been pouting ever since she heard I was found out.

He said the day's work was done properly, but he didn't try to utter more words than usual, and when his hands were empty, etc., he kept his gaze in the void all the time, nodding like a mountain.

So - when I got back and Dan-Rutim appeared and made a little banquet-like noise, Mida came to the main house afterwards and said:

"Mida didn't cry...?

That one word almost made me cry.

It is already known that Yamil-Ray has a good feeling for caring for others, etc., although he was reputed to be a mida until he lacked a part of his mind.

I had no doubt at all that the only thing I had to do while living with Zazz-Sung without distorting my mind like the rest of my family was whether it was bluntness or strength - I couldn't have thought of such a thing and got an answer, but anyway, there was a pure soul in this intermediate and immense body that the people of the woods deserved.

"Still, it's an amazing amount. You've been cracking firewood all day?

And when Rud-Lew asked, who let him peek into my face from behind me, Mida shook her head, "Yeah......"

The flesh on his throat and shoulders got in the way, and he couldn't move his neck any more.

"Carrying water bottles... getting rid of fur... I've been doing all kinds of work today...?

"Oh well. Good luck. Haven't you had enough of your salary? Rest till dinner."

"No. If you're done with your job, why don't you train with me again, Mida?

That's what I said, Sin-Lu.

Even yesterday, Sin-Luu, after serving as an escort, was apparently encouraging an archery of Mida and power comparisons.

"Sin-Lu, even you serve as an escort day and night. Shouldn't you rest when you can?

"No problem. I want to be more powerful."

"Yeah...... Lyada-Lu, have you had enough of your salary...?

Lyada-Lou nodded "Uhm" after staring at his son's thoughtful expression with a quiet eye.

That is how Mida and Sin-Luu and, finally, the hunters of the escorts, with the exception of Ai-Fa and Rud-Luu, also walk away.

"Is that it? Speaking of which, where did that boy go?

"A kid named Late, apparently, went down to the lodging town. They're gonna do their job there for a while."

To the words of Lyada-Lu, Rudd-Lu frowns "Hmm".

Better than Camua-Josh himself, Rudd-Lou looked like he could hardly decide how to treat Late.

I'm not talking about not trusting you, I guess it's suspicious and worrying that such a young boy is just as floating around as his master.

That's my exact opinion, too.

"Shall we get to work, then? I'd like to help you with your dinner schedule again if you like, but where is Meer Ray-Lew?

"I wonder how long Mother Meer Ray has been here. But he was supposed to be on duty today."

I nodded to Lara-Rue's words and I had Gill's reins.

Really, Barsha said, "Are you having dinner?" He comes up with a voice.

"If you like, why don't you give him a tour? I've been wondering since yesterday how I can cook such a delicious meal."

"Well, I guess there's also the forgiveness of Meer Ray-Lew, the bundler of the ladies,"

That's why we're all going somewhere.

So, trying to peek at how long the door was open, it was Vina-Lou who showed up from there.

"Oh... guys, I was home..."

"Yeah. Do you have a mother, Meer Ray? Asta wants to help me get dinner ready again."

"Hmm... my mother should just be coming over soon too... Asta is still helping me get ready today...?

"Yes, I hope I'm not interrupting."

"There's no such thing as a human being standing in the way of Asta in a Luu settlement...?

With that said, Vina-Lou smiled blurred.

The lustre of it makes me feel unwittingly thrilled.

Vina-Lou is full of colour, not what started now. It is so Vina-Lou that it becomes suspicious that the ability to suppress pheromones has come off.

But somehow, it felt like Vina-Lou was getting more colorful with each other lately.

It's also kind of different from the way it was before - its expression has a darker colour of worry, it's very puzzling, it's kind of unminded, it's such an atmosphere.

The mouth count is clearly decreasing, and I can hardly see you smiling innocently anymore. Staring at the person in front of you, that gaze seems to be looking farther away, with a lot of focus shifting. With such peril, but Vina-Lou was more beautiful and glossy than ever.

(... I guess that was a little too long to think about for six months)

It's only been ten days since Schmiral left Genos, leaving the word that he wants to serve as son-in-law to the Lou family.

I wonder where Schmiral is encouraging his work now.

With that in mind, Mother Meer Ray slipped out of the shadow of the building.

"Well, are you still going to help me with dinner today? That's a good story."

Mother Meer Ray said that to me, laughing in a flamboyant manner.

"Of course you're welcome over here. But getting Asta to help me every day is kind of distracting."

"I'm just worried that it's not up to me to learn by the woods to say which job I want to help Kama-san."

"You don't have to worry about that. Isn't that the pattern between Lew and Fa? Don't talk about the water."

Nevertheless, supper for the people by the woods is also a sacred act of obtaining a day of life that day.

Given the mood, such as Giza-Lou, it's not something I can do very lightly.

But it's hard to get my dishes to Ai-Fa's mouth unless I help her with that supper schedule more than staying in Luu's settlement.

As long as I didn't disturb the peace of the Lou family, I couldn't help but hope to help. It was me.

"You can help me with that. We'll get Poitan and juice again."

"Thank you. I'll do my best to please you all."

But first, it was tomorrow.

The three of us, Raina-Lou, Sheila-Lou and Lara-Lou, start making hamburger patties, and I'll work on slicing the meat from "Meermoo Grill".

"Then I'll let you go back to the house too," Lyada-Lou also left, so Ai-Fa and Rudd-Lou were to remain on Balsha's watch.

"Yeah. Is that Giva's meat? They look delicious when they do something."

Barsha throws a cheerful voice in the corner to stay out of the way.

"Besides, I'm jealous that you can eat the prey you hunted for your life as it is. Because gauje leopards eat people, they're only worthy of fur and fangs."

"Oh, still no carnivorous beast is edible in Masala"

Even in Genos, there is a contraindication that meat-eating munts and geezes should never be spoken of.

"That must be natural. But in order to hunt for a bald bird, you have to step into the territory of Gauje. You're going to need more than enough arms to be a gauje leopard to do your job as a hunter in Masala."

"I see. You have a mountain by mountain struggle"

As I returned my words to Barsha, I sliced Giva's loin with a meat cutting knife from Jagal.

This meat, by the way, was brought to me from Fa's house in the morning by Ai-Fa. Until I was exposed, Ai-Fa's work was going well, so it should have been possible to do business with my own meat for some time.

"What's for dinner today?

By the time I finished my cutting job, this time Ai-Fa asked.

"I'm going to make it 'Roast Giva' to crackle today. So, based on the chopped aria and tau oil, I'm going to try to rub the Japanese sauce."

"... right"

Not to mention Hanba-gu, says Ey-Fa's eyes.

I guess if you make it soup hamburger, you won't get a voice of condemnation from the Donda-Lou guys either, but still, it's not a wholeheartedly welcome dedication. As a resident, I decided to sue him with my eyes that I could not imitate him very freely.

but i-fa turns to pussy.

Four days remain until the 15th of the White Moon. Will Ai-Fa's patience be that much - and can we really go back to Fa's house if we cross it? If the stay were to be prolonged, it would have been difficult to keep the sum of Fa's houses without finding a way to add the hamburger to the dedication somehow.

Um, Rayna-Lew peeks into my hand as I sneeze into making hamburger patties that I-Fa won't wait for.

"Asta, will you use that powder at dinner too?

What I put on the cooking table was the powder of the fuwano I bought at the fuwano store where I taught Milan-Math on my way home.

"Yeah. Just a little bit today.... Um, Meer Ray-Lew, I'm sorry, can I help you prepare dinner tomorrow?

"So even though there's nothing to be sorry about. If you can't afford Asta, you can help me every day."

"Thank you. Then I'll give you a look for tomorrow."

I borrowed a large wooden dish and put fuwano flour and water in it.

So, I haven't worked that out in two days, and I'm going to rub the fuwano dough.

"Is that the fuwano that people in town are eating? Still seems a lot different than Poitan."

And now Sheila-Lou calls out.

It's Sheila-Lou who doesn't put much emotion on the table, but his enthusiasm for cooking hasn't beaten Raina-Lou.

"Yes, I would cook the Poitan with half the liquid, but is it the number one difference that the fuwano has been solid since before baking"

But there was no reason to stick to the shape, so I decided to bake the fuwano in a round shape that I wanted to flatten with the least effort.

The same texture as Poitan, whiter than Poitan, the grilled fuwano completes with it.

Lara-Luu and Meer Ray-Luu were also rarely watching my work.

"So, what are you gonna do with him? If I bake it, it doesn't look so different than Poitan."

"Keep this dry. They're going to dry up hard tomorrow, so I'm thinking about using it as an ingredient for a new dish."

I remember every baked poiton saying something like that around Sheila-Lou that the shape doesn't change that much after just leaving it for about a night.

I was willing to squeeze into the fuwano this time to verify whether or not the bread flour substitutes or lukewarm, as Polearths should be carrying out research on which path and poitan.

(Assuming you can serve Poitan as a staple of Genos, as Poultras suggests, it shouldn't mean that Fuwano will no longer be used)

Poitan is not as similar in nature to flour as Fuwano.

Fuwano, for example, would be more suitable for making confectionery and making lou.

As far as I'm concerned, it's only two types of cereals you've seen so far, Fuwano and Poitan, so I wanted to take advantage of both of those properties and incorporate them into my dishes.

"Okay. So we're going to get ready for dinner tonight."

Letting me declare it that way, Raina-Lou gave a strange voice, "Ah, ah".

"Also, can you wait a little longer, Asta! I'll be cleaning up this job soon!

"Oh, was it Rayna-Lew's turn today?

"No, Lara is on duty today, but I don't have a rush job, and I'd like to be at Asta's mercy if possible"

"... is it possible for me to be handled, too?

And even Sheila-Lou said such a thing.

"I don't mind this one at all, but doesn't Sheila-Lou have a job for her own house?

There are still loose ends by sunset, but only she and her mother exist in Sheila-Lou's house. After I finished doing my commercial work, I should have had to do my job there.

Sheila-Lou, who had finished making patties and was working on making tarapa sauce, stares at me with his cute eyes.

"But... if Asta keeps Kamado's number because of this, I would like to be handled, too. If you don't, you'll be pulling Rayna-Lew's leg ahead of you..."

"Well, what are you talking about, Sheila-Lou? When it comes to cooking for business, you'd have more skill, wouldn't you?

"No. I can't make a pup as skillful as Raina-Lou, and wasn't Raina-Lou's skill as Kamado's number better from the beginning?

"I don't think so. Sheila-Lou, who helped Asta do business a long time ago, is more knowledgeable and experienced."

Raina-Lou, as gorgeous as the sun, and Sheila-Lou, as flamboyant as the moon, began their rhetoric as they moved only as brilliantly as they could at hand.

Of course, even if they were rivals to you, they are two people tied together by a strong edge of blood. Minus the fact that the older Sheila-Lou doesn't break the polite language, it kind of seemed like a friendly sisters were bumping their opinions without hesitation, and I was so heartless.

"If so, I'll change jobs with Sheila-Lou, okay? Tari-Lu, it's going to be tough on your own, so I can help you."

And Lara-Lu, who was watching Kama which fire, raised his voice to the fuselage.

Sheila-Lou looks back at you wonderfully.

"That's a thankful offer, but if you keep Kamado, you're going to have to eat with him in that house, right?

"Uh... yeah, so all I have to do is eat at Sheila-Lou's and Sheila-Lou's at my house, right? Sometimes it's funny."

Saying, the looking Lara-Luu cheeks stain red.

Seeing that look, Rudd-Lou shouted out, "Is that what you mean?"

"Pretend to notice Sheila-Lou, you got it, you! I just want to go to Sin-Lu's house."

"You didn't say that! Don't be ridiculous with your big voice, stupid Rudd!

"Because you can't think of anything else. Well, even Sin-Lu would be happy, so isn't that okay?

Lara-Lew threw one of the firewood in his hand to Rud-Lew at his mercy.

Rudd-Lou, who caught it at the tip of his nose, laughs happily "hehe".

"Even though neither Sister Vina nor Sister Raina can find her son-in-law yet, you're only thirteen years old and you realize the color number one. Maybe going first to my daughter-in-law in the main house - wow, what the fuck!

Firewood flying in from three directions strikes Rudd-Lou.

The three sisters tried to corrugate it perfectly.

Still, it was the hunter's reflex nerve that could knock everything off with the firewood that was in his hand.

"You guys can do it outside if you want to get busted. There's going to be wood chips in the dish."

Laughing, Mother Meer Ray begs.

So Barsha said, "Ahhh."

"I knew it would be nice to have a family. I want to catch my prodigal son with this hand."

Looking back, Barsha had a surprisingly calm smile on her face like that tang lion.

Meer Ray, Mother, look over there and laugh again.

"Do you only have that son's family? I'll pray to the woods so we can meet again as soon as possible."

"Thank you very much for that.... The truth is, I was worried about whether or not to take the Camua-Josh truck, but I found out what kind of people by the woods I thought were the pavilion owners' enemies, so I think this alone was worth coming out of Masala, I am."

It is Barsha who has made the decision to re-live his life as a harsh hunter for his young son with his mother Mia Ray, who is cutting up the work of the house without as many as seven children. I was supposed to sneak in on how successful my mother would be.

And if I realize it, my gaze moves more towards I-Fa.

Ai-Fa stared at those scenes with no expression, just a few eyes open.

So, you notice my gaze, and you turn to me quietly.

(Family is good)

What thoughts had come to Ai-Fa's chest?

But having lost all our families, we were also able to regain our now irreplaceable existence.

Within the thought of that, the day went down loosely: today.

It should have been slowly, but steadily approaching, at the time of the settlement to be able to preserve these calm days.