The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

Over the past few days, Jeanette has spent more time staring out of the window.

The remodeled, large glassed windows give you a good view of the highways and allow you to see people coming and going.

I stared at the flow of people????

"Huhhhuh...

--sighs from time to time and time again.

"... Manager, I got an order."

「…………」

"... the manager?"

「…………」

Magda's call doesn't respond.

What's the matter with Jeanette?

"...The Devil, the Chichiprun

"That's not the name!"

Oh, he reacted.

"... the manager, you should feel refreshed at work."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. Mr. Magda is right, isn't he's right. I'll reflect on it."

As he spoke, Jeanette looked out of the window somewhat depressed and dazed.

"What's the matter with you? You've been weird lately, Chichiprun."

"Don't try to establish that name, Mr. Yashiro!" Confession!"

Why am I the only one!?

unreasonable

"...even though there are only a few customers, we can't serve food unless the manager moves."

"Well, that'said he. I'm sorry. I'll make it right away."

He straightened his collar, patted his cheek, and raised his eyebrows sharply????

"Shake your breasts."

Jeanette went into the kitchen.

"... Jillo. I heard a part of the voice of my heart."

"Well, it was the most important part. I couldn't help but feel pressured energy into it. Don't worry."

"...it can't be helped because it's Jiro."

I hear a splash of oil from the kitchen.

Are you okay? I hope I don't get hurt or burned...

Suddenly the cooking stopped.

a brief silence

Jeanette runs a little fast from the quiet kitchen.

"I'm sorry," I forgot to hear your order! What should I make?"

"You don't grow up!"

All the milk is growing up big! Oh my gosh!

"...Order Spaghetti Carbonua."

"What!"

"...Excuse me. I think I'm too native. One spaghetti carbonara."

"Yes, sir! ...what shall I do with the stir-fried vegetables?"

"Then you can cover it for me,"

"Yes! Thank you, Mr. Jiro."

With a smile, Jeanette walks back into the kitchen.

He looks well... well... Well, but... well...

"Big Brother".

Crossing Jeanette, Loretta comes out of the kitchen.

on a tray of two coffees

Loretta coffee has also been added to the menu because the taste has recently stabilized.

Its name is Loretta Blend!

This coffee is blended in a different proportion than the "Yodamari-tei Blend" in which Jeanette puts it.

I mean, it's a blend of coffee that brings out my taste.

The number of customers who prefer this one is increasing, and in fact Jeanette is secretly burning up rivalry.

I've been grinning a little since Jeanette has shown me such fine changes.

Because...

"Traditional tastes are worth it because they don't change. You don't have to rush."

What a smile on a day when I heard you muttering to yourself. I felt like squeezing it out of course. Oh, that's the usual thing. Yeah. My self‐control is strong, isn't it?

"Brother... what are you grinning about alone?"

"Well, what? I think my self-control is strong."

"Do you mean you are a madman...? You can't stand it at all?"

"Who is the madman!"

I'm going to massage you, your normal bulge!

"But it's the manager."

Loretta is leaning against me, careful not to spill coffee.

"I think it's strange these days."

"You too?"

`I'm not strange!'

"That's not true! All mankind know you're normal."

"I'm not normal! ... or rather, I'm embarrassed because I'm so recognized!"His expression changes frequently. Don't get tired of watching. It's much more varied than a kaleidoscope.

That's right.

That's not what I wanted to say...

"Did you realize that?"

"Yes, I've been absentminded a lot lately."

"...Yasilo is also looking forward to it these days.

"Well, don't you trust my self-control so much? Is my libido hanging out?"

"... I feel my gaze frequently."

said Magda, holding her little bulge in her hand.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha That's as good as I expected.

"Well, brother... I've never felt my gaze?"

"Huh? That's a good thing."

"I'm kind of lonely!"

"Do you want to be seen so much!"

"What do you say in front of the customers? That's not it! Moderate! Moderate!"

You're at a very difficult age, Loretta.

"And how is Jeanette doing?"

"It's hard to explain, but..."

Almost at the same time as Loretta leaned her head slightly, Jeanette came out of the kitchen with food.

"Thank you for waiting! It's spaghetti Napolita!"

"Oh, it's like this."

"I see,"

"Huh!? Why? Why?

"... Mr. Carbonara."

"Huh!? Yes, soot, sorry!"

Jeanette is rushing back to the kitchen.

What's wrong with that spaghetti Napolita?

"My cook, that's all right,"

"Well, shall we eat together?" and mine is probably ready, too.

"Yes!"

"Well, Loretta,"

"Why?"

"Coffee. It's cold."

"What!? Oh, my God!"

You're probably in a daze!

Keep it together, seriously.

After that, I waited for Loretta to refill my coffee and decided to have a late lunch.

Facing Loretta, we have a meal at the back.

"Didn't you say anything recently?"

"Are you the manager?"

"Ah,"

glean information from Loretta while eating

I don't care. Ask if there is anything to worry about, no matter how small it may be. The cause of this is hidden in what you say every day in and day out.

"Well...it won't rain this year, will it?"

Speaking of this time last year, it was a time when heavy rain continued to haunt us with terrible damage.

The church kids were sickened by sewage, so we made sewage.

A year ago, it rained like crazy.

It hasn't rained at all this year, however. When it rains, of course, it doesn't rain as long as it did last year.

According to the story, there are many cases where the weather is basically the same at the same time of year, even if there is some slight deviation in the city. Although there are no four seasons, the weather changes over the same span.

In other words, this year's weather is abnormal.

"But I don't hear that the manager especially likes rain. Rather, I was happy that the laundry dries easily when the weather is good."

"I see,"

I don't feel well because it doesn't rain... I don't think so. maybe

"What's wrong with you?"

"What?"

"I peeped into the bath, I peeped into the changing clothes, and I forced myself to peep into my skirt."

"Hahaha!" Loretta, there's a meat sauce around your mouth and eyebrows above your eyes. I'll get it for you."

"I hope you don't remove my eyebrows!"

As he hastily pressed his eyebrows with both hands, the pasta entangled in his right fork snaps into his face and turns Loretta's face red. It's a disaster.

"Ah... brother, that's terrible."

"Is it because of me..."

I can't help it, so I'll wipe it with a handkerchief.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

`It's tickling,'

"Don't speak sweetly,"

You'll look like you're messing around.

"...Loretta is lucky."

Before we know it, Magda, standing next to us, says to Loretta, who still has a bit of meat sauce on her.

"...if it were carbonara, Loretta's face would have been cheese--where the smell of rotten milk stuck to her and she would have been called "rotten milkmaiden."

"Was there such a danger!? It was a close call!"

"...Loretta was fortunate enough to fail to become a rotten milkmaid."

"I don't like it because I couldn't be the one who wanted to be!"

Magda, you're upset because you're working alone.

"Magda, would you like a bite?"「…………」

When I picked up the stir-fried vegetables with chopsticks and lifted them up, the magda stopped moving for a second.

After thinking about it for a moment...

"...now at work."

"Well, don't say so. Just one bite."

"...if Jillo says so much."

I'll fry the open magda with vegetables.

Slowly chew and swallow.

"...the taste of the fish."

"Where do you remember that expression?"

"Magdajie! Do you want mine too? It's really good.

"...I'm at work now."

`Don't say so, eat mine too,'

"...no, I'm at work."

"You've become more of a stranger. You feel a huge barrier!"

"...back to duty."

"Magda!? Eat it! It's delicious!"

I couldn't help laughing at their conversation.

It seems to be quite regrettable that we couldn't eat together. That's a pretty revenge!

It's a reaction like a young child with bent navels.

I think Magda has become quite emotional since she came to Yodamari-tei. I was really expressionless at first.

Jeanette seemed happy about this change, and she began to report to me whenever possible, saying, "Magda-san laughed" and "Magda-san sulked." with a very happy face

Since Jeanette hasn't been doing well lately... specifically for the past week or so.

What the hell happened?

Were there any signs... of... remember... of... of... of... of... of... of... of... of... of...

"Yasilo".

I was confronting my memory and diving into a sea of thought when I was approached from behind.

Looking back, I saw a beautiful girl with bright red hair standing at a level of eye level.

"Oh, rotten milky girl,"

"Who's the rotten milk girl!? I mean, what's the rotten milk girl!"

"I mean Loretta,"

"No!? I hope you don't spread misinformation!"

Without my permission, Estella sits next to me with a look of amazement.

"Give me a bite,"

"Sorry, I'm working right now."

"I don't understand the meaning of that refusal?"

I don't care what it means. Make your own order. Give me some money.

"You look busy these days. I didn't even show up at the Yodamari-tei."

"Oh? Were you lonely?"

"No, not really... Oh, that's right." I wanted a new tool. Very lonely, Estella."

"You're not going to improve at all, are you?" It's getting more polished."

It's not true. The new product sold at Norman's place is quite high quality and good. With that, you can do fine work and sell cheap things at a price that makes them look like luxury goods... Oops, you don't have to say that one thing at a time. Let'

"Oh! Estella!"

I heard Jeanette's voice, followed by a fluttering sound, and right after a brief 'gut!' Jeanette fell to the floor with a loud 'zudane!' sound.

`Oh...... it hurts,'

"Are you okay, Jeanette?"

"Yes... I fell down."

"Yes, yes. ...I was watching."

I'd like to know, on the contrary, why you can roll so beautifully on the contrary.

"Are you okay, manager?"

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry to have troubled you, Mr. Loretta."

"It's Napolitan. Oh, my!"

"What!"

"It's so delicious that I can cheer you up!"

"Loretta, I know what you want to do, but it's too hasty. Feel the subtle air that drifts about here, eh?"

`Well... I want to do it too...'

Loretta shrugs off her aim.

Even if spaghetti is served all of a sudden, they won't say "thank you!"

"Well, Mr. Estella," Would you like something to eat?"

"Well..."

"... Takoyaki is recommended."

"Whoa!? ...what a surprise!" Now, Magda. Don't stand behind me with all the signs out."

"...Yodamari-tei takoyaki is a first-class product."

"I know that, but... I feel like 'rice' today."

"... then I recommend popcorn."

"You were listening, about me!"

"...It's okay. I'll put some rice on it."

"It doesn't fit!"

For some reason, Magda tries to feed Estella her specialty.

Oh, that's what I mean."Well, Mr. Magda," I'll make it for you, so you can eat what Estella likes."

"No, Jeanette. You stay here."

"He?"

Taking Magda's ideas into account, I'll leave my seat. I've just finished the stir‐fried vegetables.

"I'll go and make it for you. Instead, the menu will be 'Chef's Fickle Lunch.'"

"I'm very worried about what will come out..."

"It's all right. I'll be serious today."

"...if we had kept being serious, I think we could have had a friendlier relationship than we said.

I'm sure it's still good enough.

I take empty plates and leave the table.

But there's no point in my confinement."

"Loretta, clear the table before you come to the kitchen. I want you to help me."

"Yes! Leave it to me! I'm probably good at it!"

Do something appropriate again...

Well, it's a simple help you can do in Loretta. There won't be a problem.

"Well, Mr. Jiro. If it's food, I'll...

"It's been a long time since you met Estella, hasn't it?"

"Huh? ... yes. Well, you've been busy lately."

"Then tell me a little story," Moderate relaxation is necessary for a good job."

"Breathless..."

Ruminate the words, think for a moment, and Jeanette laughs like a bud.

"Yes, then, I'll take your time to relax."

He bowed his head and then sat across from Estella.

Then Magda came with tea.

Funny... I thought you were here until just now, but when did you get some tea?

"Magda, you've been here till now, haven't you?"

"... Jillo. Magda's bedside says... "It's afterimage..."

"I wonder why you wrote it by your bedside... but it wasn't an afterimage, was it here?"

"...a mysterious woman. His name is Magda."

"The mysterious women I know don't use their superhuman powers to create mysteries..."

Well, that's fine.

Jeanette is happy to have tea.

I spoke briefly to Jeanette and Estella before going into the kitchen.

"I'll make something easy to eat,"

"Yes!"

Arrange the ingredients on the work surface with a loretta.

"There are a lot of ingredients... What are you going to make?"

"I'm going to make it... I'm just going to cut it."

"He?"

The food culture in this world is very biased.

Some people don't know popcorn, others don't know how to make use of lemon, and others don't know how to make use of lemon.

...miso and vinegar will be more difficult than lemons.

Well, in the end, the extent of development in the field depends on how enthusiastic the guilds are about growing, raising, fishing, and dealing with them.

Soybean sales are bound to explode if miso and soy sauce are produced.

Conversely, the Yaplocks, who couldn't find a way to use popcorn or flintcorn, were living in poverty.

In other words, as a result of the tremendous amount of research done to make their own profits, the pace of development varies according to each ingredient.

However, the feeling of 'disjointed' is based on the feeling based on Japan, so I have no choice but to agree with them if they say this is normal.

"Oops! It's stinging on my nose! I don't like that sour thing!"

"Then I'll like you from today."

"I'm not that simple!? Say it today and you'll like it from today..."

"Cut those things into strips,"

`Well... I see,'

While Loretta cuts cucumbers into strips, I mix sugar and salt with vinegar.

Spread it over white rice and mix it with vinegar as if it were cutting rice while blowing the wind using the uchiwa which was put in the ass during the extremely hot season.

It's vinegared rice.

That's why I'm going to do Temaki sushi.

The nori is made from nori carefully collected by hamsters to repair nets for marine guilds. Don't forget to cook lightly over a direct heat to accentuate the aroma and crisp texture.

I used some sea fish at the right time.

Whatever, Marsha is in the 42nd leg because Delia has been down lately. They showed up here this morning and left the sea fish as a souvenir.

The rest are thick eggs made with plenty of Neferry's eggs, while Delia's salmon uses slices and flakes.

Lettuce has been harvested at Mormat's. I've negotiated a ham field where you can make a delicious and crunchy lettuce.

The original verbal promise that "Yodamari-tei gives priority to the vegetables produced by the hamster," still holds true, and the vegetables delivered to the Yodamari-tei are of very high quality.

This past year, it's been a long time since I've made the most of all the things I've done with the guys I've met.

"All right, I'll take it,"

"Is this the end? Is that all right? Really?"

Loretta follows me half-suspectingly... no, like two or eight doubts.

"Here we go. We'll make it and eat it together."

Arrange vinegared rice, seaweed and ingredients on a four‐person table. I'll put soy sauce on a small plate... No, since it's sushi, I'll call it 'Murasaki'... but I'll also prepare it.

"Yasilo, what is this!? I have a feeling that something really fun is going to happen!"

Jeanette's big eyes sparkle.

On the other side of the table Estella grinned loose.This... You really didn't expect it, did you? I guess you're so happy that something came out that you enjoyed more than you expected.

"This is called temaki-zushi. You roll up your favorite ingredients and eat them yourself. Well, just watch it. I'll give you an example."

After saying that, I first put seaweed bigger than the palm of my hand, spread it with an appropriate amount of vinegared rice, put lettuce, sliced egg, cucumber, salmon flake mayonnaise and rolled it around. They use salmon flakes instead of tuna, but what a salad roll is complete.

"And immerse yourself in 'Murasaki' and... eat!"

The dried laver roasted over the fire makes a 'split!' noise.

And the taste that spreads in your mouth is... well, it's rolled sushi. It's kind of course.

"And this is how each of us likes the ingredients..."

`I'll try!'

"Let me do it, too.

"Oh, you know! I want to try it too!"

In the middle of the explanation, the dead flocked to bait. Listen to me, to the end. Well, that's fine.

"...not the time to work."

"Well,"

No, you can eat it, but "it's not the time to work" isn't good. What? As a professional.

Fortunately, all the guests seemed to be well served, and there were only those involved in the Yodamari-tei.

It's a restaurant, though it's more crowded than before. There are times when you are free. I don't think this will change no matter how popular it is.

"Oppa! I can't get seaweed!"

"You put in too much."

"Yasilo, what should I do? I can't get seaweed!"

"You too, Estella!"

"... the seaweed is small."

"It's too much, Magda! I can't put all kinds on it!"

"Well... Mr. Jiro... ...the laver."

"Even Jeanette!"

Temaki-zushi, that's what happens when you stretch it out.

I tried my best to ride it and roll it up... I can't reach it.

Yeah. I have.

"Reduce the ingredients. One or two will do."

"But I like them all together!"

"The result is "unrolled sushi," isn'm afraid!"

"But! The ingredients here are like bonds with people I've met! I want to cherish those bonds!"

`I suppose you're just saying plausible things and being greedy!'

"Yes!"

"I admit it!"

Behind the stupid speech of Loretta, Jeanette mutters, looking at the ingredients on the table.

"... a bond,"

It was a word Loretta uttered, but... it may have touched something on Jeanette.

Jeanette sighed with a nostalgic but lonely smile.

"Genet".

Estella, who hasn't shown her face recently, will now have a clear idea.

Jeanette's behavior is strange after all.

"What happened? I'll listen to you."

"He..."

When they find out that we are all staring at them, they look down shyly and look up determinedly.

"Well... what would you do if you had a fight with people who are very important to you and loved you?"

It was easy to imagine that Jeanette's face was on the verge of tears and that she had been unable to tell anyone before.

But... people who love it fight?

Perhaps it's not an analogy, it's a fact Jeanette herself has seen.

Who and who...

I looked at Magda and Loretta for some reason, and Magda and Loretta, perceiving what I was seeing, began to move almost at the same time and hugged each other. It's a friendly appeal.

"...I'm sorry. I was thinking of consulting with you earlier, but they said, 'Don't stick your nose in the store manager.' And I also said, 'Oh, I'm sorry for making you worry... But I'll do something about it myself, right?

Hmm?

That tone... Huh? No way...

Suddenly I couldn't believe the conclusions of my brain, so I looked at Jeanette's face.

I hope you will bring me a name other than the one I expected."

"Actually, about a week ago I... saw it by accident."

As we stare, Jeanette names both sides with a sad look.

That's just as I expected...

"The scene where Delia and Milly were arguing."

Even after I heard it, I still couldn't understand the situation.

Why are those two.........?

The sun began to sink through a large window into the quiet dining room.

Even though it was rainy season, it was an unpleasantly clear and dazzling light.