Fake Cinderella

"... after all, you're out, imitate"

When the crowd waves ran out just a little near noon, the surrounding conditions became better visible.

That way, there's a sign over there called Sugar Bean Yara Bean Candy.

Keep your feet halfway down the road trying to take a closer look at the signs.

"Pull in, dummy."

Little curse.

I decide I didn't hear it. It's just ridiculous for the time being.

"I've been out of chills all morning."

"I didn't expect so many more"

Seeing that the stalls here sell too much, they say there are stalls that are doing business changes.

"I don't do stalls like that, but stall merchants are right to sell them."

"It's not hard to make."

Whatever the hollow cookies are, molasses and amber candy are simple treats that people who cook know how to make more or less.

(But if you can make a perfect copy, that's a different story, right?)

It's not hard enough for the orphanage kids alone to make, but that's because they make a good decision about the recipe.

Kids don't make it on their own.

If you tell me that this amount of flour can contain this amount of crushed feg, I will do exactly that.

I'm serious because I don't put the procedure aside, and it's a dedication to Mother Goddess.

(That kind of thing comes out right)

I can do something similar even if I make it a good addition or subtraction.

But it's something similar, not in itself.

(This kind of thing, the original is the best)

This one is made with a well-defined recipe. No matter how much you make it, it's always a strength to be able to provide the same flavor.

(Maybe a temporary stall like this would be a good idea)

They think it's a gap that puts a strong pricing of fifty deeds on everything, and the sign has the letter forty eight deeds or forty five deeds jumping.

(You think the cost of raw materials is quite oppressive...)

Sugar, the most expensive ingredient in the orphanage, is free, figs are free and labor costs are free.

"... So, what do we do? Lady."

"I won't do anything about it. It's not like they're doing anything wrong."

Now, if you're going to interfere with this one or say that we're the ancestors or the main house and do something here, aside from the story, I don't know if it's a little bit of a blame for putting out a confusing sign as it is right now.

(er, dedicated defense or something like that)

You don't have to set me up here because that's where they don't come in.

"You don't have to compete in cheap sales either. Because I think even fifty dees is cheap."

"No, but you don't like anything..."

"I have no choice. It's the fate of the cutting-edge."

"Is that what it is?

"Yeah. That's what it is."

Rufa nodded small with a face like she was convinced that she wouldn't.

"... Speaking of which, my lady, we're almost out of sugar"

"What, there was so much?

"It is.... not only sugar, but flour, firewood and charcoal are going to be gone."

"That's amazing"

Slap your hands with the pussy.

"If I always ran out of flowers, I'd squeeze Lela's hard-earned pennies and enjoy the Founding Fathers' Festival..."

They say that's not the case this year.

Whatever it is, it's been irregular since the beginning.

"I think we should sell it if we can until Founding Day. Including for the future."

"Well, split up and buy ingredients..."

"Wait.... Whatever you buy is expensive this time of year, right? Well, I think buying expensive flour, firewood and charcoal and making it with it will make some profit, but the problem is sugar."

"" Sugar????

Rag and Rufa lowered their voices and leaned their necks in the same direction.

(When we live together, do we look alike?

So will my Highness and I be alike someday?

"I would never recommend buying and making high sugar at this time of year"

"No, I don't buy sugar. When you need sugar, ask the cathedral."

The diocese always says it has a large stockpile.

"Then, both firewood and charcoal… if possible, negotiate for flour to accommodate your cathedral reserves. … because once the Founding Fathers' Festival is over, the price of goods will also drop"

"Right. Speaking of returning the same amount in ten days, will you lend it to me..."

"Or give 70% of the sales instead of having the ingredients provided," he said.

"Oh, isn't that going to hurt us?

"I don't think it's a loss. Because this expense is for wrapping paper, ribbon and labor. It's essentially just wrapping paper and ribbon."

The ribbon is still in stock. I have bought more paper with thin wax pull than once, but even at this time of year, there is not much price increase or decrease.

"And keep a proper record."

"What record?"

"Every day, you should also know how many of them you sold, how many you used for tasting, then how many you made, and how much ingredients you used to make. And, of course, keep track of all the money you spend purchasing."

"That's what Jarro knows"

(I feel there are a lot of aristocratic childish kids here in the orphanage)

If you are an aristocratic child, you already have a preliminary discipline because you have a tutor at a young age. Given that, I knew Jarro felt like he was born a nobleman.

(Jarro or Phee, and then, I haven't really talked to you about it, but Eddie, that's suspicious)

Pronunciation, saying-around, and the use of cutlery, I can see the difference.

Are you an abandoned child, or are you a mistress's child, for any other reason... I decide not to ask because there seem to be a lot of circumstances in each one, but it is not a good thing to ask with curiosity.

"I know how many I sold, but how many I used for tasting and what do you use them for?

"Technically, you know how many you used for tasting = how many you can't make into a product and not how many you've honeyed, but how much you can make into a product if you make it. All you have to do is figure out the approximate number of people out of the amount of tasting and how many people will probably buy it if they eat it. I can read a lot of things from these records."

Budgetary control and statistics, right? These things, Your Highness, I love them. I'm good at looking at numbers and reading that from there, and I look through a lot of statistics if I have time.

I mean it combines hobbies with tangible benefits... I think that kind of knowledge underpins His Highness's politics, so I try never to interrupt when that happens.

"Heh..."

"If we keep a proper record, we can more or less predict how much we need and how much we have to buy next year. Then it is possible to buy large quantities when the material is cheap while looking at the date."

"That's amazing."

"Yeah.... they say that kind of accumulation of records is an important asset. So keep it right."

I'm sure Your Highness will retrieve the records here, so then I'd like to hear a lot about Your Highness's analysis.

"Ma'am, I just got word that the flour is over."

I came to tell you with Jarro's slightly panicked face.

"... that's why. What do you want to do? Rug, Rufa"

It's up to the two of us to continue.

True-faced rugs and rufa quickly ran their gaze and checked stock on the stall.

(Does it not last a day or not, even if we add together what is in the cathedral right now?)

"Hey, lady, can I get out of here?

"... both of you, is it?

"Yeah. I'm sorry.... because I have to negotiate a lot with the bishops and the Auxiliary Festival..."

"... ok. But if the carriage under the Archbishop passes, I'll pull out, too, so be aware of that. Maybe we'll just go straight home."

"I know. I'll be back by then."

Apparently, the two of them decided to continue selling.

"Come on in. Good luck with that."

"Ooh."

"I'm coming"

I waved at the two of them and noticed them as I dropped them off.

(... I, you never said 'come on' or anything to Your Highness)

That's because, for once, we're supposed to be together all the time under one roof.

(It's too big to feel like we're living together very thin...)

The building was different when I was in the Palace of the Princess Wang, but the physical distance itself was closer than it is now living in the same building.

(And also because Your Highness is always out before I know it)

So I've never said 'come on in' or 'welcome back'.

(so it doesn't mean what it is...... I feel like it's just a little dreary)

In the rear appearance of the two, the rear appearance of His Highness overlaps.

I wanted to see you. I knew my heart would show such illusions.

(Could be a little serious)

I laughed small at the fact that I tried to get away and found out again.