A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

obvious contempt gaze. A serpent man throwing understandably aggressive words.

I'm not quite as bad as I am, but I can somehow tell from the smell that I'm from a slum. To see from the outfit, apparently, he's a man involved in civil engineering construction, etc.

"It's not like I know what's in there! Try to break it down, even in your physical condition! Who's to blame! Yep!?"

The awesome snakesman man intimidates Lutz over a stall iron plate.

Those eyes are clearly angry. It was an anger of sorts: don't insult yourself.

"Sir, please be quiet as this will be a nuisance for others"

My voice goes sideways. This is my husband Toshiki.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to give you some feedback in that tent over there."

Toshiki took it as an increasing insult to the Snakeman.

"What are you trying to sell to a customer?"

"I'm sorry. If it seems disturbing, we haven't given you the food yet, so you can stay home without paying for what you ordered."

"I'm not! It means you're the Puppet!

That's what the Snakeman man said and was staring at Toshiki. Apparently the meat seems to be to this effect, but the devil's self does not make it good.

(... is that what you mean)

Lutz finally regretted that moment. The feeling of being denied everything gave my heart a bitter taste.

"Okay."

Toshiki returning a short reply.

"Well, let me make it"

Yes, my husband Toshiki, who answers lightly, whispered in a whisper, "Lutz, cook and make meat just like me".

"Yes, yes," Lutz replied, bewildered.

"Sir, please wait until we bake it up now"

Toshiki, who replied, especially re-pulled the oil without delay in operation and processed the meat on top of an iron plate.

I'm used to it. Lutz also did this motion many times.

Lutz was slightly behind, and likewise arranged the meat on an iron plate.

At the time of confirming it, Toshiki was looking up.

"Sir, our meat deals with fresh items purchased at Barry the Butcher in Oasis Street"

I suddenly blamed Toshiki for talking, but this serpent didn't blame me for what he would do if he spit in the dish. Did you think it would be good for free time?

Meat that has already been applied to the sauce to some extent and has a lower flavour is baked on the iron plate with a creepy sound at this stage.

The smell of getting up is appetizing and seems like it would be terrible.

"And the sauce is made with exotic seasonings, miso and soy sauce, making it our prized secret sauce."

And the sauce is sprinkled lightly, as it peers over the flesh.

White smoke to get up on the way. The aroma is terribly aromatic.

Keeping up with Toshiki's movements, Lutz's meat also sprays a sauce on him.

"However, there are about two types of these sauces."

"... what is that?

For the first time in this time, the snakesman man pinched his mouth.

"Actually, I can only bake sweet sauce. And the cook next door, Lutz, can cook even in a dry sauce."

At this moment Lutz understood Toshiki's thoughts correctly.

It's a dark indication that you can make a dry stir-fried meat.

Rutz naturally won't even go against it, so as the thought suggests, put the sauce of the dry one removed from the bottom of the stall over the meat.

Yes, dried sauce over sweet, lightly seasoned meat adds a good touch of flavor.

"... what do you mean"

"It's exactly what my seller's daughter said earlier. I'm just saying there are two types of meat."

"No, why can't you be dry?"

"I'm sorry. I'm short on skill."

It was that moment that was at stake. The serpent man was about to jump, and the battle slave of the escort held him sharply in his spear.

The serpent man, who thought it was dangerous to make any more noise, hits his tongue with a chip.

"... I guess I'll just fry it"

"No, intertwining sauces and baking them correctly did the trick. If you fry that dry sauce too much, it will create a bitter taste and smell weird and will no longer be a very edible thing. But that rutz fry well."

This is a lie. Lying is often said to be convenient, but Rutz thinks it's something that comes out of his mouth so often.

You can do it, too.

"No. As professionals, we want to provide our customers with everything they need. For the satisfaction of our customers, we cannot make any compromises regarding the quality and flavour of food. Please note."

My husband, Toshiki, uttered his words with a mysterious face after saying so much.

"Sir, we are prepared to offer both sweet and dry in the absence of your order. Only sweet, or dry, if you like."

"... this guy"

The serpent man had the look of being set up.

I let my gaze swim to Toshiki and Lutz for a while, making sure that there was nothing particularly weird about the movement on the iron plate, and I whine "... both" with a push and kill voice.

"Yes, sir."

Toshiki responds calmly all the time.

It did not move at all to put both meats on an iron dish as they were. It can also be said that the liver is sitting still.

"... remember if it doesn't taste good"

A snake man walks away like he throws up.

"... Look Lutz, we're still baking"

Toshiki cautioned next door. I notice in those words that Lutz was once again holding his hand.

Lutz sold all fifty meals.

I haven't sold it yet, and Lutz couldn't make a decision.

(Oh well, is this what I (the Demons) cook?)

Now I feel like I know what my words mean.

The achievement of selling fifty meals and that commotion today was making Rutz's head increasingly white.