'There it is! Here it is!

Ira and I arrived at the spot indicated on the wooden sign and set up our food stall there.

Around us, there were people who had set up their stalls in the same way as we had, and began preparing to open for business.

The empty space was filled up one after another, and the stalls were lined up and bustling with people.

It seemed as if a festival was about to begin, and we were excited to be a part of it.

Good morning, nice to meet you today!

As Ira and I were unpacking, a woman came up next to us, her voice booming with authority.

There seemed to be only one person there, but it seemed that this woman was also opening a stall next to us.

I greet her back and Ira asks her with interest.

What do you sell, sister?

'I'm juice. I squeezed the fruit I bought this morning and put it in a barrel, so all I have to do is pour it into a glass. So it's easy for one person to run the business.

I looked at the sister's stall, which was filled with barrels, cups, and fruits.

The fruits on the table are probably just objects to make the fruit juice look tasty.

It is very convenient to pour the juice already in the barrel into the cup. I feel familiar with the business at a food stall.

What do you sell over there? In case you're wondering, I don't think it's the same juice or something, since you've been allocated.'

Yes, there is some control over the type of food that is allocated at the market. To avoid having stalls that sell only juices on the street, the food is allocated according to the type of food they sell.

However, if there are many stalls selling the same kind of food, they will inevitably overlap, but basically they do not.

Maybe there will be no similar bread dishes next to or in front of ours.

We sell hamburgers!

'Hamburger? What's that?

I knew you would.

Ira explains to the woman with a question mark on her face.

Oh, it's a sandwich, isn't it?

'No, it's not! It's a hamburger!

Ira seems to be insistent on this point.

Well, if the name "hamburger" gets around, people will want to try our food. It's not a bad advertisement.

'Give us a call when you're done preparing. I'll buy you a sandwich.

The woman giggles at Ira, who is too angry to correct her, and goes back to preparing her own stall.

Tori, get the hamburgers ready! I'm going to make her approve of hamburgers!

'No, not unless Hurt and Dusty bring the ingredients.

They each promised to bring the rest of the vegetables and bread. They said they would bring them when they got out of the store, but when in the world would they bring them?

Oh! Tori, there you are! I brought you some freshly baked bread!''

Just as I was thinking that, Dusty brought me a big box.

'You found our place, didn't you?

'No, I couldn't find it right away, so I went to the city and asked. I said 'hamburger' and they told me this is the place.

'Ha ha, it seems Ira's words made an impression on you.

Thanks to Ira, the meeting went smoothly.

After receiving the box from Dusty, I immediately open it to check it out.

The inside of the box was divided by a partition, and it was filled with hamburger buns.

Wow, it smells good. How many of these are in the box?

'About a hundred in all. That's a little much, but it's better than a little, right?

You never know when you might drop something while cooking. It would be helpful to have a little extra.

And these paper bags!

''What?''

It's a hamburger wrapper. You make hamburgers and hand them out raw?

'Oh, I forgot!

That's right. Making hamburgers was fine, but I had completely forgotten about the containers and plates to put the hamburgers in.

Thank goodness--it's got the name of Dusty's on it!

I looked at the paper bag Dusty had given me and saw the name of the restaurant, "Lubarlier," written in fancy letters on it.

'Eh, it's a good advertisement for our store. I won't charge you for the bag.

'You're so clever.'

That's a real nice touch. Now we'll know which bakery made them.

The kids who work in this world are the bravest of the brave.

Thank you. I'll take advantage of it. Maybe one of these days someone who likes it will come to Dusty's bakery.

'When that happens, you're going to have to bring us hamburgers, too!

I'll do my best to make it happen.

I'm just going to go deliver it!

Dusty said that, and then he took a different box and sashayed off to the south. It looks like he's going to make a delivery.

Bakeries are busiest in the morning. Thanks to Dusty for taking the time out of his busy schedule to deliver the bread.

Now if only Hurt would bring some lettuce and tomatoes.

Around us, we could smell the aroma of roasting skewers of meat and spices from what appeared to be soup on the fire. The food stalls around us are beginning to prepare their dishes one after another.

Right now, the only ones who are not preparing anything are us and the woman selling juice next to us.

'Hurt sometimes loses track of time when he starts talking about vegetables, so maybe he's forgotten about them,' she says.

It is quite possible that he was so engrossed in explaining to his visitors that he forgot to do so.

I'll go check on him! Tori, stay here.

'Uh-huh, okay.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Ira ran out.

'Let's get a fire going so we'll be ready to go soon.







While I was warming up the frying pan by lighting a fire with wood, Hurt and Ira came dashing in with a box in their hands.

Sorry! Tori, I'm late!



Maybe it's because I ran all the way here from my store. Hurt was breathing hard.

'Listen, Tori! I knew it, I was so busy selling vegetables to customers that I forgot!

'Oh, I knew it?'

Ira's story sounded exactly as I had imagined it would.

The housewives who were impressed by Hurt's vegetable talk gathered one after another, and Hurt was talking passionately about vegetables in front of the store.

I'm really sorry!

'It's okay. I'm a little late, but it doesn't mean I won't make it in time.

Slicing tomatoes and plucking lettuce are not so time-consuming.

All you have to do is cook the p t for him while he's waiting.

Thank you for coming to deliver them in spite of your busy schedule.

Oh, okay, I'll see you later. I'll invite Dusty and Carlo over for lunch.

Harte told them with a fresh smile and went back the way he had come.

'Well, let's get ready,' he said. I'll cook the p t and Ira can peel and sort the king lettuce and the bouquet lettuce.

I'm on it!

Ira rolls up his arms and starts to peel the lettuce.

Oh, you finally started cooking?

The woman at the next stall smiles at me and asks, "What are you doing here?

Don't worry, it will be ready in a minute.

'You'll see! I'll have it done and fed to you in no time!''

Ira and I responded with a smile of our own.