Apologize to us with Mr. Kowl in the chair.
âItâs okay, take your timeâ
Speak to Mr. Kowl as he washes his dirty nets with charcoal and sauce.
Lizzie is in the chair next to Mr. Kowl, and sheâs stuck at his desk.
I donât even seem to have the energy to speak up anymore.
Your father, who was treating the charcoal, stretches his arm a lot.
He nodded when he showed me the dirt removed net.
My father, who comes next door and washes his hands, turned around and âpuffsâ erupted.
Looking back while wiping your fatherâs hand with a cloth, Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie are dripping with their right cheek on their desks.
âThatâs how tired you areâ
âI donât have a choice. If thatâs all the customers are pushing over.â
The women in the next tent gathered in line thanks to the noise in front of the stall.
Still thought it would settle around after lunch, so we went back to the square but after a while we went back to the square we heard some rumors.
âThey have stalls where Melme can be eaten deliciously,â he said.
Somehow I had a bad feeling and when I went to Mr. Kowlâs stall, the guest line was longer than noon.
When I made sure Lizzie was okay, I shook my neck to the side with a tired look.
âYou were in a hurry then. It was an exhausting look.â
âYeah. Glad youâre back.â
Glad I could help you before you fell.
Boil the water and add the tea.
Put it at your desk with Fina, who your father bought after closing the stall.
âGood day, Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie. Eat something sweet.â\n
The two of you get up snuggly in my voice.
Slow motion and a little scary.
Lizzie took a bite of Fina and breathed relief.
Sweet stuff is good for ho, right?
âTomorrow, youâre off.â
When you notice, the magic box is empty.
They baked it until tomorrowâs minute before they knew it and sold it.
Well, I had no choice because I was confused.
âIâm a little horrifiedâ
Lizzie drinks tea slowly.
Lizzie gives Mr. Kowl a slightly more annoying look in his words.
âNot that way, because you sold meâ
âOh, that way. Iâm glad to hear that, too. I just want to take it slow tomorrow. My arm hurts.â
Mr. Kowlâs arm, who was baking Merme, seems to be the limit, and he has pain.
âSorry. Kowl, are you okay?
Lizzie gently lays down Mr. Kowlâs arms.
âDrink the potion you have at home and youâll be fine.â
If thereâs a potion, itâs sturdy.
And were you baking so hard that your arms hurt?
Iâve been helping your father along the way, but heâs been baking it almost all day.
âI think we should keep the potion here until the guests calm down.â
I see your father with the look Lizzie drew. \nYour father and Mr. Kowl, who noticed that, look back at Lizzie.
âUntil the guests settle down now. Are people pushing you this far again?
Your father thought a little, but nodded once.
âItâll be crowded the day after tomorrow because Iâm off tomorrow. It could be more customers today.â
Indeed, it has already spread to adventurers as a rumor store.
It will spread to the villagers tomorrow.
Those who canât come tomorrow could also push it the day after tomorrow.
People get together for the food weâre talking about.
âWhen it comes to more than today, how much planting will be needed?
âRight, you should have three times what you have today at your leisureâ
Iâm surprised at your fatherâs words, Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie.
âUm, can anyone help me with the store? I think Iâll settle down in a week or so, just in the meantime.â
Looks like Lizzie and the others arenât used to it either, so we should get a little more manpower, right?
I canât even take a break if itâs like today.
Hmm? Looks like someoneâs here.
âItâs me, itâs Ava. Kool?â
âFather! Whatâs up? Is something wrong?
Mr. Kowl, who hurried up from the chair, immediately opens the door to the entrance and exit of the stall.
There were two elderly men and two women standing there looking worried.
âI heard rumors about something. Melmeâs stall opened. I was talking about that yesterday, so I thought maybe, what are you doing!, what do you do with more debt!
Could there be a rumor going around that isnât the same as the rumor that âMelme is a delicious eating stallâ?
\nI knew it was your mother.
You look like the eye area or the nasal muscle or something.
âItâs Lizzieâs father, Michal, and itâs her mother, Chail. Uh, what about you?
âThis is Druid and her daughter Ivy, who are traveling. Nice to meet you.â
âItâs Ivy. Best regards,â
Get out of the chair and go next to your father and say hello.
Somehow Mr. Ricore and Mr. Chail smiled at me.
âDad, they taught me how to eat Melme deliciously.â
âReally? Thank you for that.â
Mr. Abba squeezes your fatherâs hand.
âItâs more Ivyâs way of cooking than mine.â
âThatâs amazing. Your daughter?
Four gaze concentrates on me.
This is a little embarrassing.
Yes, Iâd like to know what rumors are circulating.
âUm, what were the rumors about Melme?
Now can you predict how many people will be here the day after tomorrow?
âThe rumors we heard were, âI hear youâve got a Merme stallâ and âThereâs an idiot selling Merme at the stallâ and âThereâs a stall where Merme can be eaten deliciouslyâ. These three.â
I donât feel like I need the second one though.
As this rumor spreads tomorrowâŚâŚ I figured I should get ready about triple the day after tomorrow.
âFather, I knew it was about 3xâ
Abba and the others gave a strange look to your father and my conversation, and Mr. Kowl and Lizzie laughed bitterly.
âUm, do you have any melumes that tasted better? Iâd like to try it.â
Mr. Chail asks Mr. Kowl, but he shakes his neck sideways.
âSorry. I had two daysâ worth of it for you, but I sold it out. Thereâs nothing left at all.â
Mr. Kowlâs answer was accompanied by a complex look that made Abba and her happy, but unfortunate, faces as well as Mr. Chailâs.