The plain and unnoticed me is no more

"Welcome! Welcome to the Fairy Sumitomo Pavilion. Unfortunately, we're full today, but you can just eat. The chef's cooking is so delicious!

This is an old three-story inn in the corner of the city that could be anywhere from 150 years old.

However, unlike its slender exterior, the dining hall on the ground floor was beautifully renovated, making it popular as an inn where rare dishes never seen or heard of could be eaten. This inn's specialty is a lively onigiri. When you eat it, your health recovers, and you have a full reputation.

Until six months ago, the old couple operated small businesses, but few guests came in, and after the owner changed, the inn regained its old vibrancy.

A month has passed since I left home.

I am now living a very fulfilling day. The year after Sandra showed up, I didn't feel very good at school, but it was just the weekend.

In fact, I wanted to be relieved of the pressure of the Duchess and the fiancée of Prince Wang. I came to this inn every weekend with nostalgia a year ago, changed into clothes familiar to the town, put on makeup, and kept things to myself and my family.

The beginning was just curiosity.

I wanted to try my makeup technique, which was said to be fraudulent makeup that I cultivated in my previous high school life, to see how I could become someone else, and I used the makeup tools that Grandma gave me to change my impression into a rag.

Especially, I put a lot of effort into eye makeup, dragged the eyeline and emphasized the beauty of my eyes, and gave my eyes a sense of presence with dark brown mascara. By further refining her eyebrows and putting on the color, she transformed into a slightly strong-minded beauty and went out into town in a thrill.

The reaction of the interceptors was more than expected, and even though I was nicknamed ghost or ghost, the men looked back and called me. Of course, the purpose of applying makeup is not because I want to be emotional. That's why all the Napa guys jumped out.

And while walking around town, I met a Japanese girl and decided to start a business with her.

My encounter with her was shocking.

A girl dressed in a kimono that reminds me of an old European town, but only visible to Japanese people, sold white onigiri wrapped in bamboo peel on the street in a station valve style with strings attached to a shallow wooden box.

I didn't think the day would come when I could eat rice in this world. I was impressed and cried as I bought it.

It was just a white-submersible without any eccentricity, but the memories of the previous life that I remembered when I was in Japan and thought separately from reality suddenly and clearly resurrected so that the mist in my head cleared up, mixing with me now.

From then on, I think that the way of thinking and looking at things has leaned towards the Japanese more than the noble lady.

Rice is an imported product in this country, but it is sold at a price close to the cost.

From the island country beyond the sea, not far from Japan, they import ceramics, textiles, and more, and also buy the daily ingredients and rice that were loaded on the ship.

However, in this country where bread is dominated, it is not popular and it is only stored in the warehouse.

That is why they are sold to the poor at a low price.

I decided to start a business there with my eyes open, but without the necessary facilities, we had been renting the inn's kitchen for a year, where we cooked rice balls and had a small stall on the street in front of the inn.

Someone said that when we eat rice balls, there is wonder and power, and the reputation calls for reputation, and the sales are quite something.

Though it was limited to the weekend, I saved a lot of money in six months thanks to the fact that the original product was close to free.

At that time, when rice balls were selling well, I wanted to start a restaurant with Japanese food as its main theme.

In good time, the old couple closed the inn and said they were going there because their daughter wanted to live with them, so I bought it half a year ago on the edge of renting the kitchen.

The building was worn out and in need of major repairs, but the old couple gave the money higher than the market so that they wouldn't have trouble with their lives and sent them out pleasantly.

After that, it took more than two months to repair the tips and remember Japanese home cooking, and as a restaurant serving creative cuisine from Japan, the restaurant on the ground floor of the inn was first opened exclusively for the weekend.

The reputation is good, travelers' reviews attract guests, and hotels that reopen afterwards are always popular. However, customers from around the time the old couple operated continued to occupy a room.

"Lana, a 2001 customer wants me to make lunch again today. I don't have enough food left, but what should I do?"

"Hmm, can you manage to make about two onigiri? If you can't wait until you can cook what you're cooking, I'm sorry, but please refuse."

"Okay, I'll hear it!

This girl is Chiyo, the daughter of a merchant who came aboard a ship with merchandise from the country of Japan and is now thirteen years old under me.

I wanted to spread soy sauce and miso, the main products of my parents' house, to the continent, but when I met me, I was overwhelmed by the reality that rice was not even accepted.

When I arrived in this country, rice balls coated with miso that I sold confidently on the first day could not be sold at all. After all, it seems that the smell of miso is bad, but the reaction is not good.

In the meantime, he met me eating the white-submersible while crying, and he was enthusiastic.

Before she met me, she seemed to be walking on a boat that was docked in the harbor, selling burnt rice, but teamed up with me to get off the boat and set off for business here in earnest. She has a very carefree personality, but she is actually quite the daughter of a big shop. And it's quite a merchant.

There seemed to be no idea of putting something in the rice balls. When I boiled and loosened the cheap tuna fillet and made it eat with handmade mayonnaise, I liked it very much and had merchants in my home country taste it, selling mayonnaise recipes and tuna mayonnaise recipes at a fairly high price.

And when I say I want seaweed and bonito, I get it from my parents' house, and when I realize it, I have all the tools, and now I have an environment where I can eat Japanese food normally.

I think we were lucky to have met.

As the daughter of a merchant, I am bright in purchasing, customer service, accounting, etc., and I am the duchess of this country.

Prior to leaving the house, I was good at offices, commercial guilds, etc., and the opening process of the inn was so easy that I couldn't help but applaud.

In the name of Elaine Norris, the owner is registered in Lana because it is unlikely that the Duchess will do business. Because this is not a pseudonym, there is no legal problem, and if you don't know your middle name, you will think it is someone else.

In fact, when I met Chiyo, I couldn't come up with a proper name, and I accidentally named her Lana, so I couldn't use a pseudonym anymore.

My partner, Chiyo, was very good, and while I was returning to my usual life as Duchess Elaine Norris on weekdays, things were changing at the inn.

Because of the lack of manpower, I scouted the girls who were healthy and bright, hired them as downworkers and hall staff to educate them, pulled the skilled cooks who worked in other restaurants, and quickly put the business on track.

Recently, not only travelers but also neighboring residents have become more popular, and I have been living a much more fulfilling life than I was when I was a prostitute.

"Lana, she wants you to make it for a minute in a hurry. Instead, you requested a sweet egg grill. Even though he's a man, he's an unexpected sweetheart. Fufu"

"Okay. Make more and serve at lunch. We've already made some dishes for lunch, so it's enough to fill them up a lot."

He has many mysteries during his consecutive nights and has been a good customer for more than six months, but I have never seen him clearly.

Because you always wear a hood when you go in and out, and leave early enough.

His designated seat is the deepest part of the counter seat, still covered with a hood when eating. It's a bit suspicious, but if you're going to have a fight at the store, you'd have to get in first and pick them up outside, and somehow it would have been awesome.

He won't show me again today.

If you need anything, call the chiyo in the counter, and when you leave the lunch box, go over the counter and pick it up.

"Have you ever seen Chiyo's face?

"No, I asked you to show me once, but for a while afterwards you didn't talk to me. Speaking of which, I don't know how to talk to Lana. Are you nervous because you're too beautiful? Fufu, I'm sure you think I'm a little kid. The other day, he gave me a rare treat that he said he got from somewhere."

"Hmm, that's right... even though you didn't give it to me, Chiyo was doing good by herself."

"Ah... it's still there. Let's eat together during the break. It was a very unusual treat, but I didn't plan on having it all to myself. Yes, why don't Lana give you lunch today? I've been in the kitchen all this time, but I can afford it now."

While we were talking about the mysterious man, we wrapped two small rice balls in a lacquered lunch box prepared exclusively for him, sweetly seasoned egg grill, kimpiraboru, a bite-sized tonkatsu and potato salad, which is the main dish of the day, and some other items neatly packed into a dedicated handbag wrapped in cloth with a fork.

He came down the stairs in time.

Liam, lunch is ready.

Whether the owner himself was surprised to stand at the counter when Chiyo usually responded, he stopped hesitantly for a moment and approached in front of the counter while showing upset.

"... I'm sorry I couldn't do it suddenly. Can I have the room cleaned today?"

"Yes, I understand. Please be careful."

When I handed the lunch directly, he left the room key at the counter and tended to receive it confused. And he replied quietly as if he had been illuminated.

"Ah, well, I'm going..."

It was not until I left the house and came to live here that I realized that there was another person who used that room in that outfit.

He's the one who's staying on weekdays and probably filled out the ledger. The name may be a pseudonym, but it was written as Liam.

And on weekends, another man in the same outfit comes to stay at least twice. Chiyo doesn't seem to have noticed because of his similar outfit, but one day two men will be switching rooms.

I think the person who comes on the weekend is definitely a high-profile person. You wear the same hood, but the air is completely different.

Regardless, the accommodation fee is paid in advance for half a year before the owner changes to me, so I am free without prying.

I am a specialist since I was the previous owner, and when I took over the inn, I was asked about him, and I haven't had any particular problems for six months.