As we were getting ready. The food stalls lined up in the street are filled with townspeople, travelers, adventurers, and others who are wandering around in search of breakfast.

Other stalls were already showing off their finished dishes and shouting to attract customers.

A woman selling fruit juice next to me was also selling juice to the customers who were slowly arriving.

In such a situation, I work slowly and deliberately without rushing.

I pour oil on the pan heated by the flame. As I place four patties on the pan, I hear the sound of leaking juices and oil popping.

I turn up the heat to high and cook the surface of each patty until it is well browned.

By this time, the delicious smell of cooking meat began to waft from the p t , and people walking on the street began to look at me.

Once the surface is cooked, the heat is lowered and the pan is covered with a lid for slow steaming.

While waiting, I move next to Ira who is sorting lettuce, and slice tomatoes and cheese that Hurt delivered.

When all the ingredients were ready, the hamburger patties were cooked.

Yes, bread!

When I lifted the pan from the fire, Ira placed four pans on the table as if he had been waiting for me, and I placed the hamburger on them.

I put the hamburger on it. I spread the special sauce with a brush, and Ira put sliced cheese, tomatoes, king lettuce and bouquet lettuce one after another in a very clever way.

Finally, I spread the sauce again on the bouquet lettuce, and Ira covered it with a piece of bread.

''It's done!

It was the first hamburger that Ira and I made at the food truck.

It's the same as the one we had the other day, isn't it?

'Yes, it should be fine.

Although I have made this dish many times in the kitchen of the inn, I am a little nervous when it is made in a different environment.

Hey, how much is that sandwich thing?

While I was thinking about tasting the finished hamburger, a man appeared in front of the stall.

Not a sandwich, but a hamburger!

'Hamburger? I don't care what you call it. How much?

'Four coppers, sir.

When I answered the price, the man blatantly frowned.

Four coppers? It's just meat and vegetables sandwiched between bread, right? Isn't it a little expensive?''

The man was right, a normal sandwich at a street stall is usually in the range of two to three copper coins.

'What! Our food is--''

Ira tries to retort forcefully, but I stop him with my hand.

Our hamburgers are different from ordinary sandwiches. I'm sure we can offer you a taste that is worth the price.

Our hamburgers are made with much more care and selection than that.

To be honest, we have to ask our customers to pay this much to make any money at all.

I don't want four coppers.

When I made eye contact with him, not willing to take a step back, the man clicked his tongue and walked away.

'What, you're judging me without even eating ......'.

'Well, if you don't eat it, you won't understand how good it tastes.'

If they don't eat it, they won't understand that it is worth four copper coins. Especially if the food is different and unfamiliar.

'...... sorry'.

''Whoa!''

As I was talking to the man who passed by, watching his back, a third person suddenly appeared in front of me.

Although I was looking in a different direction, I did not notice him at all.

I looked forward with surprise, and there appeared a man wearing a deep black hood.

His skin was dark, but he had beautiful silver hair that seemed to contrast with his skin. His eyes were long and slanted, jade green in color. Gold ornaments were wrapped around his wrists and neck.

These distinctive features belong to the people of a desert nation far to the west of here.

They have tanned skin and gaudy ornaments.

It is rare to see them like this, as not many people come as far as Rubera in the east.

As we stare, the desert people point their dark-skinned fingers at the hamburger,

'......What's this?'

The words were a little faltering, but the voice itself sounded like that of a young man.

It's a hamburger.

'...... How much?'

'Four coppers, sir.

'...... buy it. Please.

When I told him I had four coppers, the man from the desert agreed without complaint.

Surprised at this, I wrap my newly finished hamburger in the paper bag Dusty gave me.

I then exchanged the hamburger for the four copper coins offered to me.

Now that I am the first customer to buy a hamburger, I wonder if he will like the taste as well.

The desert people look somewhat puzzled when they open the package. Are they unsure of how to eat it?

'You'll be fine if you eat it as it is!

Ira made a motion with his hand, and the desert people took a bite of the hamburger.

As Ira and I watched their reaction, the desert people swallowed and froze.

Was it good? Wasn't it good? The hood hides his expression, so I have no idea what he is talking about.

When Ira and I tilted our heads, the desert people who had been frozen suddenly increased their speed and proceeded to eat.

They gobbled up the hamburgers with their mouths open.

And when they finished in a flash, they crossed their fingers in a strange shape and bowed their heads.

Is this the desert people's way of expressing their gratitude? I don't know, but Ira and I bowed in response.

After that, the desert people left at a quick pace.

In my hands are the first four coins I sold at the stall.

My first sale at my stall.

The first sale.

'Yeah.'

It was the first time a customer I didn't know bought from me. I was happy about that.