"Yasilo! I bought cabbage!"

　With large curly cabbages in his hands that green imo may like, Jeanette drives down the 36th Street.

　The sales of the stalls exceeded our expectations and we ran out of ingredients. That's why we're procuring locally.

"...I got an octopus."

　Magda's hand, popping out of a different alley from Jeanette's, held a large, well-boiled octopus.
　You can't boil it at a stall. I think I've had it boiled at a fish shop. --or had it been boiled before?

"... Boyle seafood is the standard food in this town."
"Oh, you're next door to the thirty-five wards of the sea."

　one of the strongholds of the sea‐fishing guild, the 35 wards
　In the Thirty-sixth Ward, close to the city gate, seafood is sold here and there.
　I only see the main street, but I think the sea food is better than the thirty-five wards.

"Brothers! Hurry up and cook! Popcorn is almost the limit!"

　While replenishing the ingredients, Loretta and Hammaro were peddling the crowd with a single popcorn.
　However, the Ossans, who looked like, "It's better to be hungry than sweet!" didn't seem satisfied with popcorn, and they looked at us with a half-threatening stare, "What's going on? You're going to do something on that iron plate, aren't you?"
　I was waiting for it to burn right away, but it was like a bed of needles.
　have a stinging stare

　Crapes and pancakes would have been baked, but... they decided that if they served any more sweets, "this is a place with only sweets," and they were going to leave, so they were holding back even when it was time to sell them.
　When okonomiyaki is sold, I'll sell pancakes too!

"Hunger, herd of beasts!"

　Beyond the joyful popcorn-cheeked kids, the hungry, beastly aura-sounding Ossan gazes at us.
　Well, it's partly because I often drop the sauce on the iron plate, and just sprinkle the sweet smell around me... for it's about time for dinner, and if I let them go, they'll eat somewhere else."

"Genet, please cut the ingredients! Me and Magda will start baking soon!"
"Yes!"
"...all right,"

　Oil two well-heated iron plates and stand by.
　Takoyaki is poured in the dough first.
　Okonomiyaki has to be mixed, so you have to be a little more patient.

"Yes! One serving at a time!"

　Jeanette cuts cabbage and octopus for each serving and puts them in front of us.
　They want us to grill a portion first. As expected of the store manager. There's no point in it'sincere.

　Jeanette starts cutting octopus, assuming that okonomiyaki is cooked only for one person.
　Takoyaki is easier to bake at once.
　They seem to be trying to cut the octopus out before the dough hardens.

　As the okonomiyaki and takoyaki began to be cooked, the kids approached with popcorn in hand.
　It's interesting, the process of making it. Takoyaki is especially important.

　But even more than that, the pressure from the Ossans from behind the kids is tremendous.
"You know, Temae? I've kept you waiting for this long. If you make a poor thing out of a pick‐up, you're going to have a brawl, aren't you?"
　I wonder if they're the ones who do the unloading work in the harbor, and the way the guys, with their muscles bulging up, crowd in... horror.

"Well, what are you afraid of!"
"I'm on the verge of a riot!"

　Loretta and Hammaro lean together and tremble at the 'pressure' of the approaching Han.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　Don't start fighting for it.

　Well, here I am, with a firm and resolute attitude, completely preventing reckless predatory behavior!

"Good! Okonomiyaki No.1! Who's going to buy it?"
"Oh, go ahead. Go ahead."
"No, thank you,"
"I'm still all right, so would anyone like to go ahead?"
"Why don't you line up, gentlemen?"
"'Yes,'"

　The spirit of compromise!?
　They were very generous people!?
　I'm sorry to judge you by your appearance!?

"Well, I'll have Ataxi, my boy!"
`There's no okonomiyaki for Temae!'

　The pressure‐coated babaa broke in among the conescents.
　Be resolute!

　Dressed in ostensibly well-appointed clothes and gaudy ornaments, this babaa must be somewhere rich.
　But I don't know!
　Usually I would give priority to the rich and make them pay more than they need to, but now I'm very impressed by the spirit of compromise between these men!
　There's not a bit of room for those who don't have a pure heart!

"Okay! Then it's you who's been waiting for the first time! I'll sell you the first one!"
"What!? Oh, is that all right?"

　Oh, how do you talk?
　I almost regretted it a little, but my language would depend on the playfulness of the Spirit."

"All right! I sold it to you!"
"Thank you!"

　A strangely low-waisted man takes a step forward, bowing to me, bowing to Jeanette, Magda, Loretta, Hammaro, turning around and bowing to the crowd.
　Your waist is low!? How low are you?

"Well, I'll take it, then."..............Umm!?"

　A thick voice was heard.
　Stretching out his low back, he points to the audience with a plate of okonomiyaki on it, saying, "Hey, look at this! This is really good.
　The way you look at it is like a seasoned gourmet reporter.
　If the camera had been around, they would be showing off the cross section of okonomiyaki, saying, "Hey, camera, look at this."

"This tastes like a delicious meal made even more delicious!"

　What a pity! He's not good at it.I can't get anything across.

"Hammaro, eat the new okonomiyaki that you just baked and tell me how you feel."

　While Ossan is in agony, he hands Hammaro the grilled okonomiyaki and lets him sample it.
　nibble at okonomiyaki without hesitation and mumble one's little mouthHammaro
　Look, what a gourmet reporter!
　This is the food report!

"A concerto of taste and happiness!"
"Give it to me!"
"Me, too!"
"This is three!"

　As expected of Hammaro. The audience's patience had quickly reached its limit.
　You'll get by on that road.

"…Hammaro. over here, too."
"Oh! Magda-tan's "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　Magda will feed Hammaro a takoyaki, perhaps inspired by the popularity of okonomiyaki.

"Aff, aff, aff!"

　As Hammaro makes takoyaki fluffy in his mouth, women gather and shout, "Cute!"
　《口語》 Stupid! I can do it as well as I can do it.
　If it's cuteness, Hammaro and Gobu are five percent cuteness.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

　It's not even my first impression.
What's "hot with the heat of deliciousness.

`I'll buy it!'
"Me too!"
"Three ataxis!"

　Even the Zamus obasan!?
　The popularity of women is tremendous!? Hammaro is surrounded by women in no time.

　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Oh, oh, takoyaki for me too!"
"Me, too!"
"No, I'm first!"

　The Ossan crowd in front of the takoyaki, pushing away the ladies who love Hammaro. ...no, they swarm before Magda.
　Then, everyone opens their mouths wide to the limit.

"'Ah!'"
"...that service is not provided."
"'What!'"

　I'm not envious of Hammaro's "ahn."
　Wow... the murderous eyes of the Ossan's are piercing Hammaro.
　Ossan's jealousy isn't at all.

"...but not without the buyer, Loretta will 'hoo' you."
"Why me!"
"'I bought it!'"
"A tremendous number of Han are unisoned!"

　Very simple people.
　Are there only idiots in this ward?

`Uh... harsh,'

　Loretta, who breathes out once on takoyaki handed to her by Magda and hands it to her customers.
　...what is this play? Should I line up too?

　However, takoyaki has been snatched away in no time.

　Magda glanced at me with a triumphant look on her face.
　...you little boy!

"Genet!"
"Yes,"
"The service that serves okonomiyaki once..."
"Confession!"

　I can't do you can't!
　Well, I'm going to get burned.
　It can't be helped, can't I?

　There's nothing I can do, so I'll be the only one to do it next time.


　Thus, the 36th Ward "Powder" Festival came to a successful end.
　The sky is completely dark. I don't think it's possible to sell in the thirty‐five wards anymore. It will be quite a deep time by the time we arrive.

"Will it be sold in the Thirty-Fifth Ward tomorrow morning?"
"So you're leaving shortly after noon?"

　talk about it as one cleans up
　Well, if you start around eleven o'clock and finish around thirteen o'clock, you'll be able to make a lot of money.
　Then let's go back to the 42nd leg.

"Then, by the time we arrive at Yodamari-tei, it's night."
"That could happen... ...and that sad look... ...wasn't it your intention to open business tomorrow?"
"What!? Oh, no! I was thinking that if I arrived early... but..."

　It's a company animal... There's a company animal.
　Work after a long trip...

　Well, for Jeannette, working at the Yodamari-tei may be worth living, a hobby, and a form of entertainment.

"Let's rest tomorrow,"
"Well, I can't keep you company. Let's take a good rest for the next day."

　I guess the next day is a regular business day without any questions or answers.
　He's a tough guy.

"Well, let's do our best tomorrow."
"Oh! I'll make money!"
"Yes, let's make everyone smile!"

　...the purpose is quite different between me and Jeanette.
　Well, the result will be the same, so I don't mind."...Yasilo. I'm almost done cleaning up my second store."
"Well, then, shall we have dinner?"

　Most of the work has been done, but the iron plate in the seventh store is hot.
　I'll make our share of the rice.

"...Magda flatly rejects okonomiyaki."
"I, too, have been sniffing all day long, hot."
"Sweet and spicy scented, torture!"
"Well... I don't mind anything, but... if I can..."
"I know," I'm thinking about a guy who's not okonomiyaki."

　I'm looking at the employees who kept smelling the sauce all day at the Yodamari-tei last time. I could imagine that it would be the same today.
　So I'm going to stop powdering it and cook it on a teppanyaki.
　We have pork, shrimp, and vegetables. You'll have a decent appetite.

"Can I help you?"
"Then cut the vegetables into large pieces,"
"Yes,"

　Jeanette cuts cabbage to the right size for teppanyaki.
　Meanwhile, I bake pancakes.
　Don't be sweet, instead of bread.
　If you sandwich vegetables and meat, it's like a hamburger.

　Magda and Loretta began to muddle beside me.
　When I peeped into what he was doing...

"...I made takoyaki for palmro."
"Eat!"
"You -- I've been bathed in the scent of sauce for the same time as you?"

　We refused, but you want me to eat...Oh, no. You can't refuse it after you've made it. ......it sounds like a fever again.

"Oppa! That was for business use, but it didn't take much!"

　Suddenly he interrupts and Loretta makes a desperate appeal.
　Business use? What are you talking about?

"So this is the... first "hoof" in my life!"

　Say so, take a takoyaki from Magda's plate and breathe "Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh The bonito flakes with steam. Takoyaki is so close to your lips that you think you're going to eat it yourself.
　Then they serve us takoyaki that is sufficiently hot.

"Oh, it's "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　That is to say.
　"The ""hoof"" I was giving to the customer earlier was for business use, and I was just pretending to be blowing it." Actually, it doesn't take much breath, and since it's only once, it doesn't hit the word "hoo." This is Loretta's first true "hoof." --you mean to say that

　So, can I eat that "first time?"

"Hurry up. It's falling!"

　Loretta's hand begins to tremble.
　Certainly, if left untouched for another five seconds, takoyaki will fall unopposed to gravity.
　That's a waste.
　Then there's only one thing I should do... ...this takoyaki was so close to Loretta's lips...."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
"Oh, my! I know!"

　I'm not embarrassed.
　In the first place, Loretta talks big... ...yes, that's it!
　I'm going to eat!

　cling to a rounded object held out
　It's an unmistakable takoyaki, and with the aroma of a sweet and spicy sauce... the intense heat spreads through my mouth.

"It's hot! Haha! Haha! You're hot!"

　There was absolutely no "hoof" playing a role.
　It's so hot!
　But I can't spit it out...
　Anyway, Loretta is looking at me a little anxious, but with a look of hope.

"What do you think?"

　It's hot!

"Oh, is it good?"

　It's too hot to tell!

　As I couldn't answer "hahaha," Loretta's eyes were filled with anxiety.
　Oh, wait! I'll tell you now! I'll tell you how I feel!

　When you swallow it in a great hurry, the heat of a blaze drops down the esophagus.
　...I'm about to cry.

"Yes, it was delicious... Loretta."

　My esophagus is burned and my voice is not good.
　Still, Loretta nodded contently and jumped up and down.

"Well, that's good!"

　--if this is the sort of thing you'll be pleased with, then it's no use .........

"...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　Magda holds out a round object in front of me as I rub my burnt-out esophagus.

"...Magda, this is the real "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"No, Hammaro would be fine, especially if he were a relative..."
"... Magda's serious "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　No, I can understand if Loretta acted like that to prove that she didn't give the customer something that had to be taken care of easily.
　But, Magda.
　You like it, don't
　And I've done this before, right?

"...now is Magda's "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　You don't know where the fire will start, don't you? Magda's reluctance to lose is... I mean, Magda.

"Don't you have "Whoof"?"
「…………」

　Magda's ears twinkle.Oh, are you embarrassed?

"... does Jillo want it?"
"Well, what do you want...?"

　It's definitely hot.
　Even Loretta felt like she was going to die.
　As it is, it must be tough. It's impossible.

"...that's too much to ask for."

　Magda, who seemed to have ignited a girl's heart, showed a rare blatant embarrassment and thrust takoyaki into my mouth without any questions or answers.

"Whoa!?"

　... Magda.
　That's the work of an ogre...

"...Magda should realize that she is not a woman who can easily have her own way."

　Then, in exchange, remember that if you stick something too hot in your mouth, you'll get burned.

"Well, Mr. Jiro... not very cold, but water."
`Hahaha!'
"Well... "thank you," you know?"

　Jeanette, who is too hot to speak, has read my best appeal. That's as good as I expected.
　Ah... I thought I was going to die.

　Well, I understand.
　I don't know why, but is it a maiden's mind? I'm sure she's got a subtle twirl of emotions. I can understand it somehow, but for the time being, I'll tell you this clearly.

"From now on, we will prohibit customers from doing 'ah-ah' and 'hoo-ah'."

　I'll be in trouble all round.

"... I understand,"
"I understand,"
"All right, I mean it!"

　Yeah. You don't understand Hammaro, do you? But it's all right. Hammaro dashi (literally, hammaro soup)

"…and the manager should eat it, too." Magda takoyaki.'
"It's hot, so it's good to break it, cool it down, and eat it."
"I wanted that thoughtfulness even in my time..."

　I'm glad I didn't get burned.
　But I feel like avoiding something hot for a while.

"Are you all right, Mr. Jiro?"

　Jeanette takes care of me after I've had a nice cold takoyaki.

"If there's anything you want me to do, please tell me?"
"Then, with Okonomiyaki in between..."
"Confession, please.

　I'll take care of you, but it doesn't seem to matter.
　Hmm...


　Then we all covered our burgers with pancakes, shrimp and pork, and walked along the route left for the 35th leg.
　The sky was covered in darkness, but the starry sky was so beautiful, perhaps because it was higher than the 42nd leg.
　It was strangely not scary at all to look up at it and walk together at night.