When I entered the kitchen, my father was already there preparing breakfast.

Good morning.

'Oh, Tori. You're early today. Getting ready for the food stall?

'Yes.'

Yes, I have awakened to the awareness of being an employee of an innkeeper - but I have come to prepare the finished hamburgers to sell at the food stand.

It is better to cut king lettuce, bouquet lettuce, tomatoes, etc. at the cart, but it is inconvenient to make patties there. So, the plan is to make p t here and bring it with us.

I was told by a customer that selling sixty portions of street food in a day is enough, so I will make about fifty portions today.

I really wanted to sleep longer, but I don't know how long it will take to make that many dishes, so I will have to get up early.

After washing my hands in the sink with water from the water jar, I use the knife to mince the meat of the eigfang and black buffalo that Carlo has prepared for me.

Oh, this process is endless. I wonder if I can make a meat chopper and mince them easily. I should be able to make it without too much trouble, so I should consult with my customers who are good at making things to sell hamburgers.

I wonder if Tori would be interested in setting up a food stand on her own, though.

My father expresses his admiration, as if he is surprised that I would voluntarily set up a food stall.

It's amazing that you can keep the rhythm of cutting cabbage even when you are talking like that.

We all made something good, so we thought we could sell it. Besides, there are some things I want.

It's rare to hear Tori say such a thing. What do you want? Do you want me to buy it for you?

My father turns around in response to my words.

'Yes, you can! It's a magical tool that emits cold air.

I see. You'll have to do your best to earn money at the stall.

'Oh, no, no, no!

When I gave him the details of what I wanted, he turned to the cabbage as if I had never told him what I wanted. Still, when I desperately tried to negotiate with him, he rejected me with a deliberate smacking sound with a kitchen knife.

The fatherly kindness he showed me for a moment seemed to be gone.

As I give up and continue to mince the meat, my father asks me again.

'But you want expensive things like a cold magic tool...' he says. What do you use such a thing for?

'Huh? I mean, to lower the air in a room to make it more comfortable in the summer or something?''

'...... Is that all you got?'

When I tell him the purpose of the grimoire, my father sounds dumbfounded.

What do you mean that's all? What more use can a magical tool that only emits cold air have?

You don't understand the bliss of sleeping in the comfortable air, do you?

You know what I mean. If it were me, I'd eat better food and improve the facilities of the inn instead of buying such things.

Our inn has been in operation for more than ten years. So far, there is nothing out of the ordinary that is noticeable, but there are some things that are falling apart in places you can't see. The other day, there was a leak on the third floor due to the heavy rain.

It was a good thing that it was in the corner of the hallway where no one passes by, but if it had been inside a room or on the first floor, it would have been out immediately.

Although we are continuously making a profit, we can't make a fortune because we don't take too much money from our customers.

That's why I thought that if they wanted such expensive magical items, I would have to open my own stall to earn money.

I have to work at least a little bit harder to keep my life comfortable.



I'll have to work a little harder to keep my life comfortable.



When I finished my preparation and went outside the inn, Ira was waiting for me.

When I brought a box of putty and a set of cooking utensils, Ira turned around and smiled, as if he had noticed me.

Good morning, Tori! It looks like you're up and ready to go!

That's because we couldn't make hamburgers if we weren't doing this. I mean, you've been very excited since this morning.

'Because it's the first time we're doing a food stall by ourselves without adult help. I'm really looking forward to it!

Ira is helping me set up my stall today.

I don't think I can prepare the ingredients, make the hamburgers, and pay for the food all by myself.

Normally, Carlo, Hurt, and Dusty who made the hamburgers with me should be helping me, but they are quite busy with their family's restaurant.

Carlo is an only child and Dusty's sister is still young. Harto has an older sister, but he is not able to visit the farmer who grows the king lettuce as I mentioned the other day.

As a result, the only ones who could move freely were me and Ira, the innkeeper.

Well, I've asked them to deliver foodstuffs for us, so it's not that I don't cooperate with them at all.

But it doesn't mean we'll sell everything, right? It's the first day, and it would be good if we sold 20 meals.'

It doesn't matter if it sells or not! It's fun for us to do it on our own!

Well, I guess it is fun to run a kind of private store like a cultural festival. So, I thought I could understand Ira's feeling.

But as my goal is to obtain ice magic tools, I need them to sell well.

So, let's go rent a stall first! I'll hold the cooking utensils!

Thank you very much.

Ira holds a leather bag containing a set of cooking utensils on top of a wooden box.

It was a big help, since it was hard to carry the crate of putty on top of the crate.

After separating our luggage, Ira and I walk to the food stall area.

When you open a food stall in this town, not everyone can do it at any place they want.

You have to go to the market, which organizes the stalls, and ask the person there for permission before you are allocated a place.

Of course, you have to pay for the place, and since we don't have a stall, we have to rent one.

As we walked through the stall area, which was a little deserted due to the early morning, we saw many people lined up at the market at the back of the street. They were carrying a lot of foodstuffs and cooking utensils, and I guessed that they were going to rent a stall just like us.

Soon, people were being processed one after another, and it was our turn.

'We would like to rent a stall and ask for permission to operate.

What are you going to sell?

'It's a hamburger!

Hah, hamburger?

Ira smiles at the man who asks so bluntly, but there is no way he can understand.

We just call them that because that's what we call them.

It's like a sandwich with grilled meat and vegetables on bread.

'Oh, a sandwich. Write your name here.

When I said it in simple terms, the man seemed to be satisfied and proceeded with the procedure.

I wrote my name and Ira's name on it, as well as the name of the innkeeper who would be our identities.

This way we would be able to contact the innkeeper in case of any problems later on.

Two silver coins for the rental of the stall and the location.

I'll give you one too.

No, you can help me today.



I pay the man two silver coins in exchange for a wooden sign that will serve as a permit.

I can't make Ira pay for helping me, and I don't know what my father and Letty will say if they find out about it.

The stalls are free to take what they have there. Don't make a mess or break anything, okay?

''Yes.''

Unafraid of the man's glaring words, Ira and I reply.

He is big and a bit strong-looking, but we are used to it as we work at the inn.

We quickly head to where the man points and pick out a nice and easy-to-use stall from among them.

It is about 2 meters high and 1.5 meters wide. The depth is about 80 centimeters. The frame is made of logs, and the overhead is covered with a kind of leather to protect it from the rain.

There is a hollow at the cooking table, into which is fitted a kind of a seven-wheeled stove, on which pots and pans are heated and a griddle is placed on top.

This is a common stall in this world. Some of them are equipped with a magic stove that emits heat, but it is not worth the price of renting.

I pull the front and Ira walks behind me, pushing me along.

Where is the place?

'Next street.

On the back of the wooden tag, there was a simple map with the number of our position.

When we got to that place, there was a place with a number on it.

Okay! Let's go quickly!''

'Whoa! Don't push me!

With Ira pushing me from behind, I pulled the stall along at a quick pace.