823 Twenty-two Days of the Purple Moon (9) - Street Tour

Around two minutes from the start of business, the stalls served by the people by the woods were to sell out all the food.

but that meant it took that long to sell out the last dish, and in fact, around a minute and a half passed, four of the seven stalls were out of stock. Out of stock were "Giva Bone Ramen" and "Giva Curry" from Fa's house, "Miso Braised Cuisine" specially made by Maim, and "Three Kinds of Crepes" from Tour-Din.

We originally stipulated that we were open for two minutes. It is a delightful miscalculation that more than half of the stalls were to be closed a minute before that. I had to set up a meeting place at a later date to see if I could prepare more dishes for my next holiday, Jomtien's Day.

"Really, that's a great story. We can't increase the number of dishes, either. I'll really talk to Milan-Math."

With those words left, Levi pulled up with Lars.

After all, we are Easter sights. The Blue Sky Dining Room was still busy with many guests, but the collection of your plates was left to the two ladies on duty, and we were to roll out to the lodging town at various nights.

Nevertheless, in this number of people, we have to split into several groups. Gathered in a suitably minded person, Me and I-Fa were to move with six Yun-Sudra and Lyelpham-Sudra, Shmiral-Lilin and Vina Ruu-Lilin.

"Eh! Limi is good with the i-fa's too!

And Rimi-Lou, who was surrounding Grandma Ziba's wheelchair, pulled the hunter's clothes as she looked up to Ai-Fa with her squeaky eyes. Yet the hand holds Tara's hand tightly. He is a greedy Limi-Lu.

"Then why don't we, too, follow the Ai-Fas? I don't care if we wander around, we'll have to go somewhere together."

That was Ms Ziva and Limi-Luu and Tara, Rud-Luu and Giza Luu and Gazran-Rutim, the majestic members.

Well, splitting in groups is only a procedure to prevent the women from falling off. Numerous woodland people are visiting this night's Inn Town, so it was imperative to meet the faces I saw wherever I went.

"Well, we're going to go through the stalls first, so is that okay? Later, at the Grand Tree Pavilion in the South, I'm going to join the architect's family and head out to the tent of One of the Gamrays."

"Uh, whatever. We're not even filled yet, so it would be helpful if we went to the stall."

The escort crowd had an arrangement for a street person to prepare a meal, but I guess it wasn't enough to satisfy Rudd-Lou's exuberant appetite.

So when we tried to leave, someone approached us a little bit from another group. If you think of it as someone, it is Tour-Din.

"Oh, you know, are the Astas planning on touring first from the stall, too? We're going to do the same… How do we find the stalls in Alou's Stuff Pavilion?

"Alou's Stuff Pavilion"?... Oh well. I thought you were selling sweets in the street from today. "

Reminding me of the plethora of Rema-Gate, the mistress of Alou's Stuff Pavilion, I let her answer that way.

"Lema-Gate seemed pretty confident, didn't he? That's where I'd like to try it too...... yeah. They don't have many stalls serving sweets, so I guess I'll have to ask around from one end?

Then Tara, who I was listening to with, pulled my sleeve around.

"Asta, are you guys looking for a stall in Alou's Stump Pavilion? Then why don't we just check under the name of the inn that's being dug under the street sign?

"Oh, I see. The stall was engraved with the name of the owner's inn. Thank you, Tara."

Tara smiled happily, "Eh heh. Cuddling its body from side to side, Rimi-Lou said," Tara, there you go! "I raise my voice.

"Well, let's split up and find it while we enjoy the street food. We'll take a look around the street on the right."

"Okay. Sorry for the inconvenience"

"Terrible. I totally forgot about Alou's Stuff Pavilion, so thank God."

Tul-din slipped back to his group of people. You are, of course, a squad of Zaza blood headed by George-Zaza. Lem-Dom, who came from the settlement of Lou, was also neatly swamped in that group.

"Well, let's just take it easy."

We set foot in the streets at night.

It's only been about a minute since sunset, so people are very busy. Being able to speak from all over was the same thing as going and doing business.

"Oh, speaking of which, what happened to the folks at Silver Pot?

While walking, when I called him that way, Schmiral-Lilyn nodded "yes" with a soft smile.

"Each of us, Easter, should be having fun. Fold it up, put it on, we'll talk about it again, I think."

"I see. You haven't met or anything?

"Yes, from noon, until dusk, because we talked. At night, Astas, I wanted to talk, I thought."

I felt warm in my chest, and I said, "Thank you."

Then Yun-Sudra, who had his gaze around the line of stalls, calls me "Asta".

"From around here, there seems to be more food stalls. You seem to be gathering in the same place unexpectedly."

"Oh, that's true. Well, then, let's try the dishes we were wondering about."

In preparation for this event, most of Kamadoku's turns did not speak of meals. Today, it is a place where the bellies are swept up only with Gibba dishes that are served by the people of the woods.

Yun-Sudra glimmers her eyes in curiosity, approaching the nearby stall. The sign, like our stall, was marked "giva" in hieroglyphic western terms. The name of the small carved inn - for now, it was a letter I hadn't mastered yet.

"Excuse me. This one, how much is it?

When Yun-Sudra spoke, the man in the store number peeled his eyes in a slight manner.

"This is, like, two red copper coins... uh, you guys selling food at the stall, are you gonna buy our food?

"Yes, because I was very curious about what Giva dishes the people in town were doing"

"Shit. If you can't do it right, don't get mad, okay?

The man laughed with an ambiguous face and received a copper coin.

If you're the owner of the inn, you're probably face-to-face in a stopover or study group, but this is a stranger. He still looks so young, he must be your husband's family or a hired person.

What he had offered was a very orthodox street food with ingredients on the Poitan dough.

Yun-Sudra, who spoke of it, narrows her eyes satisfactorily.

"It's delicious. How about a mouthful of parents?

"Mm-hmm. My belly is full, but it also means Yun Hakamado's training, and you're mouthing that dish?

"That's why. I want to taste as many different dishes as possible, so I would be very grateful if my parents could help me."

"I see. If that's the case, you can have it"

The weaker the blood connection, the more Lyelpham-Sudra and Yun-Sudra are the families who live in the same house. Lyelfam-Sudra mouthed the ready-to-eat dish she had received from Yun-Sudra without hesitation.

"Hmm. This tastes strange.... No, it's a combination of flavors I've never tasted at home."

"Yes, but isn't it delicious?

Lyelpham-Sudra replied modestly, "Right."

Probably thinks Yun-Sudra's luscious dishes are better. Yun-Sudra is no longer one of the best Kamadoku numbers around the woods, so it's hard to be compared to that.

Either way, Yun-Sudra said it was delicious enough that I decided to buy the same dish.

The man in the store number gets an increasingly vague look.

"Shit. You want me to buy it for you? You're the one who handled my dads, aren't you? My father seems to have done all he can, but I don't think he's going to be able to satisfy you yet."

"You were your husband's son. I've just handled the basic giva meat, so I'm really interested in how it was done."

I smiled and offered two red copper coins.

In exchange, a Giva dish with about human skin is handed over. Now that the customer was pulling, I got something to make and put away.

When I grabbed it, the flavor of the miso spread to my mouth.

In a very mellow flavour, I can also feel a slight hint of Myrmu. Apparently this was a dish where thinly sliced giva meat and vegetables were baked in a sauce of miso.

They also use sugar in the sauce, which is quite sweet. Doesn't seem to go bad with Myrmu either. And then, oddly enough, the flavor of milk fat seemed to be due to the fact that raw milk fat was applied inside the Poitan dough.

"I see. You use milk fat as it is, without passing heat through it."

"Ah, oh. Because if I bake it with ingredients, it will erase it from the taste of miso... then I don't think I need to use milk fat because I can't."

"No. Few people use raw milk fat, so isn't that the deciding factor? I like the taste."

"Is that true? I think my dad would be more than happy if you complained."

Does that mean you want me to give you any advice?

After I grabbed another mouthful, I figured.

"Right...... Are the vegetables you use Aria, Onda and Ma Pra?

"That's right. Exactly, you know very well."

"Yes, because every vegetable has a unique texture.... Let me give you my personal opinion, it feels like Onda's texture is slightly colliding with Poitan's. If this was the dish to serve in a wooden dish, I probably wouldn't have cared."

"Yeah? But even if I served it in a wooden dish, you'd eat the roasted poiton with me, wouldn't you? In fact, that's how they serve it in the inn cafeteria."

"Oh, you mean you converted the dishes that were originally served at the inn to street food. Perhaps if it was in the form of mouthing this dish and biting it and twitching the poiton, I wouldn't mind. I was just wondering if the shaky texture of onda would catch me a bit when I ate with it stuck in poitan dough...... really, it's a fine story. That's all I could think of."

"Hmm. If I don't use onda, what vegetables should I use? If I only used two vegetables, Aria and Ma Pra, they'd think I was clueless.

"I don't think I need to force myself to add more vegetables...... but yeah, if I were you, I'd use Nennon or Tino. It may not be interesting, but I wonder if the ingredients will not be insufficient even on the King's Road because the sale of this dish is miso or milk fat"

"Nennon or Tino. Okay, I'll talk to my dad."

So finally, the man gave me a raunchy grin.

Yun-Sudra and the others are buying food at the next stall. As I tried to go after it, Vina Ruu-Lilin threw a voice containing laughter at me.

"If you talk so much in one dish, it's going to take a long time for you to get full... well, it sounds like Asta..."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to talk to you, either, but I did, and I felt like I was doing it."

"So I'm saying that sounds like Asta..."

Vina Luu-Lilin laughs when she dulls, and Schmiral-Lillin, who stares at it, laughs happily too.

With my head on, I decided to test the next stall.

Indeed, this painting appears to have a dense culinary stall. It also seems that most of them are Giva dishes. The location is around the middle of the outdoor area, but maybe it was the prospect of forming a second Giva culinary area.

It's worth it, or it feels like this area is more intertwined than the rest of the area. There is no such thing as a blue sky cafeteria, so everyone is walking and eating Giva food. And when I did, it felt like the voice sounded like it was "yummy" or "yummy".

"Ah, Naudis. Thank you very much."

"Yes, yes, good luck. You've finished your stall business."

At the edge of its Giva culinary area, he discovered the stalls of the Great Tree Pavilion in the South. This year, too, my husband Naudis is encouraging himself to do business.

"It's a flourish. I was very emotional last year because the only people serving Gibba food in the street were the Great Tree Pavilion in the South and the West Wind Pavilion."

"Right. I was worried that with all these more Giva food stalls, it would also sound like a sale, but apparently it was a worry. They seem to be able to attract interest in how many Giva dishes people can serve without the people of the woods."

Naudis smiled as he cleaned the sweat off his forehead by hand.

"You can also see some of them enjoying it as if it's a crumbling pastime, whether it's a hit or off dish. People in out-of-street stalls will get excited."

"I see. Still, customers who treat Naudis dishes off-duty, etc. will not exist as one. We need one at a time."

"Yes, sir. Please wait a moment."

The Great Tree Pavilion in the South was originally a culinary inn. And that was because his husband Naudis had an exceptional passion for cooking.

What Naudis had put up for sale like that was still dishes made with miso.

Giva meat and vegetables simmered in miso with Poitan dough. The appearance was not as different from the dish as it had just been, but the flavour was more unplanned.

"It's delicious! Somehow, I think it tastes so deep!

Yun-Sudra also said so with her eyes shining.

Lyelpham-Sudra, who borrowed another mouth from you, is also speaking up.

"This is delicious. Delicious, like the dishes served at a feast by the woods"

"Yeah, really!... Miso alone can't give you this much depth, can it? With plenty of finely chopped aria...... plus do you also use tarapa or nenon?

"Oh, that's Yun-Sudra. Those vegetables melted into the broth should support the taste of this dish."

No, Naudis and Yun-Sudra are also friends as they call each other names.

Glad to hear it, I offered the ready to eat dish to Ai-Fa.

"How about I-Fa, too? This tastes pretty good."

I thought I'd nodded "um," I nodded my neck and grabbed a giva dish.

That wild behavior makes me unintentionally doggy.

"Sure, that's delicious. There are no people by the woods who complain about this dish."

"Ugh, yeah, you're right. That's Naudis."

Then the black cat on my shoulder gave a sweet voice, "Be."

Ai-Fa turns her gaze over there, slightly frowning.

"What? You would have been fed Giva's meat before you went down to Inn Town?

"Nah..."

"Different ingredients are used in this dish. If you say yes, you may be ill."

The black cat rang her throat slightly with a kurl...... I'm not angry, it's a trick I'm sorry about. After all, is it possible to solve some of the human language?

"Oh, the Astas are here too!

And, I was about to walk out of here saying goodbye to Naudis, and I ran into Dan-Rutim.

Looks like I broke up with the Rad-Lid's, and now I'm acting with people who use Baim as their parent muscle. The lightness of this footwork was also the beauty of Dan-Rutim.

"Were the Ziba-Lou and the others with you! How was the Giva dish with the townsfolk?

"Yeah... unfortunately, I still don't see the kind of dish I can eat... because if I don't fumble with broth or something, it's hard to stir a roasted potato..."

On a wheelchair, Grandma Ziva was smiling calmly. Pushing the steering wheel is Rudd-Lou, while protecting the left and right are Giza-Lou and Gazran-Rutim. Surrounded by three brave men, it would be a formation of iron walls.

"Well, Ziba-Lou had weak teeth! Certainly there are no shops around here serving juice dishes."

That's how he said it, then Dan-Rutim hit Pong in the hand.

"Then what about confectionery, etc? The sweets sold over there were soft and sweet!

"Heh... even in town, they sell confectionery... did Dan-Rutim say that too...?

"Uhm! I couldn't help but eat this one because he lost me to so much delicacy! Sure, it tasted as good as the sweets you eat around the woods!

"This one," he was instructed, was Baym's parent. Baim's parents, with a look reminiscent of the Heijia crab, shouted "Hey" as they put a lot of blood up their cheeks.

"I didn't stick around, I wasn't losing me. Let's get you to stop saying weird things."

"Hmm? But you were stunned, weren't you? Would that have surprised you with the deliciousness of the confectionery?

"Well... I thought it was delicious, but it's true"

Baim's parents are such sweethearts.

Instead, she nodded, "Yes," faster than I could say.

"That was, indeed, a delicious treat. I don't think you can take a pull on the confectionery that Tour-Din and the others have devised."

It is a story not to be overheard. We decided to put our feet on that confectionery stall with Fay-Baim's guidance.

While many people enjoy alcohol, confectionery is not so mainstream or queued. However, the appearance of parents and children and women was noticeable around that stall. Everyone is smiling and eating the sweets in their hands.

I approached the stall and stared at the name of the room under the sign.

There, I can see the letter "Alou" that I knew so hard. I nodded my eye-fa and approached the stall further.

"Um, is this the stall of Alou's Stuff Pavilion?

The store number was a woman I had never seen before. She is a tall, quite colorful daughter.

It was the steaming cage we use in Giba-Man that was sprinkled on the iron pan. Yet on the spot, there is plenty of sweet aromas of aloof reminiscent of strawberries.

Your store number daughter looked lightly at the black cat sitting on my shoulder and Ai-Fa, then replied, "Oh."

"As I said, this is the stall of Alou's Stuff Pavilion. You're rumored folks by the woods, aren't you?

"Yes. If you don't mind, could you sell your sweets?

Your daughter snorted, "Humph." I don't feel hostile at all, and it looks like a good sister's skin.

"Well, if you even had a copper coin, there's no reason to say no to anything. If you're just gonna give it to me, I'm gonna have to call the guards."

"Of course, we'll pay for it. There are other people who want to buy it, so please wait."

Then Schmiral-Lilyn, who distracted me, called the Tour-dins. The people of Baim, who guided me, were also following the people of Luu, who surrounded Grandma Ziva, so I swoop up to quite a few people.

"Oh, no, you're completely surrounded. Then call the guards and do nothing about it."

Your daughter is smiling with an ironic face. Is my husband Lema-Gate somewhat impressed by the mood around him because he is disgusted with the people by the woods?

"This, then, is a business interruption, isn't it? If you buy confectionery, we will quickly disperse it."

The confectionery was a piece of red copper coin, so we were able to buy out every confectionery. I, Tour-Din, Yun-Sudra, Limi-Luu, Tara, and Sufila-Zaza have a facial rash called Shmiral-Lilin. Vina Luw-Lillin, who doesn't like so much sweet confectionery, did not try to serve copper coins.

When we receive the confectionery, we move from the front of the stall to the street.

The confectionery was a corny bun. The fabric is softer and lighter peach. And I felt the aroma of aloof strongly before I ate it.

"It's delicious! Plus, it's so soft, even Ziva ladies can eat this!

Rimi-Lou split the confectionery in half while grinning at the full face.

Then from inside, a thick peach filling peeks. It has a texture that is somewhat reminiscent of cream.

"Yes, Ziva woman! The contents seem soft, so don't spill them!

"Yeah, thanks hey......"

That's how we ended up chewing the sweet.

The aromatic aromatic aromatic flavor spreads densely. At that moment, I didn't miss the fact that Tour-Din opened his eyes wide.

No, not only Tour-Din, but the rest of us are amazed. As such, it was a delicious treat.

Plenty of aloof is used in both the dough and the filling, and it has a really intense flavour.

But Alou's acidity is hidden behind the mellow sweetness and he doesn't make so many claims. Somehow - it wasn't the strawberries themselves, it was the taste that led to strawberry-flavored chocolate.

The dough steamed in the steamed cage is unbeatably plump and very soft by our 'giba-man'. I guess it has a light peach color because of the juice of the aloe being worked in. When I only mouthed the dough, the flavor of the aloe was rich, but I could hardly feel the sweetness.

The sweet thing is this filling. It is as snug as custard cream, and when you look closely, the small seeds of the aloe dot the pompous. The method of making it was unknown, but it would still be based on caron milk and milk fat. All I can say is strawberry cream, for me it was like even remembering a sense of ready-made vision.

"Really... this is delicious..."

And, Sphyla-Zaza lays his hand on one cheek and narrows his eyes inadvertently. She was also such a sweetheart.

I checked it sideways and then I looked back at Tour-Din.

"I think it's delicious, too. That's one of Lema-Gate's pride pieces."

"Yes... I have been heartily impressed"

There was a very bright light glistening in Tul-din's eyes that spoke that way.

"This seems to me to be an unbeatable flavor for the treats made by the people of Castle Town. … It must be a shame for me to say it that way…"

"No, I agree. Jan, Timaro, Siri-Low, and Roy made some brilliant treats, but I guess it's complete enough to line up."

"... Dia, you don't include that, do you?

"Oh, yeah. That guy's confectionery is... even more complete until it looks good, so I guess it's a little different."

"Yes, I think so too"

Thur-din smiled with a grin.

Then I look back at George-Zaza, who whispers silently.

"I'm sorry. Again, may I buy you some sweets over there?

"What? You eat the same sweets, both of them?... Well, it's Din's wealth, so do as you please. Just don't go alone."

"Uh, I also bought a rimi - hey! Look, Ziva, you weren't even half enough, were you? Buy another one and we'll make it half again!

In addition, even Yun-Sudra and Sfira-Zaza offered to buy again.

There, Fay-Baim's "Huh?" The voice echoes.

"Will parents, too, be bought again? You said two things earlier, didn't you?

"... Fine, I'll get it. I'll wait here."

So five women were escorted by an equal number of men to the stalls of Alou's Stuff Pavilion again.

"Hmm," Rudd-Lou says as he drops that off.

"There's a big Kamado number in Inn Town, too. I would have liked to have Giva's cooking anyway."

"Yeah. Unfortunately, you haven't been able to buy out Giva meat in the Alou's Stuff Pavilion yet, have you?"

Will Lema-Gate one day also open his heart to the people by the woods?

To do that, we'll have to do everything we can without giving up. Just like Day-Ravitz against Fa's house, Lema-Gate also became disgusted with the people by the woods for a reason. The only way to regain the trust I had lost was to take the time to foster bonds.

The Tour-dins, who went out to the stalls, are hard to come back to. I'm sure he's telling you what he thinks of the confectionery, orally. It should also have been a help in fostering ties with Lema-Gate.

"... Asta, what are you thinking?

And, at some point, Schmiral-Lilyn, who was close by, smiles at me.

I smiled and nodded yes.

"I wish I could have Easter. Oh, I was just biting my emotions off. It's harder than ever to bond with different people."

I didn't speak much, but Schmiral-Lilyn was smiling at me in a way I was heartily convinced.