Fake Cinderella

There are two things I noticed when I observed the stall.

One is that it doesn't mean you can sell it if it's cheap.

The Founding Fathers' Festival stall is also open to the public on public initiative.

Unlike cheap products in stalls from the beginning, products that are normally lined up in stores… are probably in poor stock or cost a lot… are sold at cheap prices. Such a product is quite expensive as a street item, although it is certainly a broken price compared to the item sold in the store.

(still sells)

I think that's because it's a product of the store.

If I poke this around, I think it probably means brand power.

(I mean, you don't have that credit for my treats)

Second, that you can't sell unless you know at a glance what you're selling.

At the orphanage stalls, I always sold flowers.

If you look at the flowers, you know what they sell.

Or more or less, what they sell in the stalls is peeling, so if you look at it, you know what they're selling.

But...

(It was a vendetta that I thought it would be good and focused on packaging)

Cookies and molasses are kept in paper bags made of waxed paper and fastened with ribbons.

Amber candy was deliberately made into tetra shapes and decorated with ribbons.

They were both simple, but a bit creative, or aimed to be fashionable enough to give someone as they were. You look so cute, but you can't see the contents at all.

(The anxiety of not seeing the contents precedes the pleasure of opening the package…)

This is really my failure.

I hadn't really thought about the difference between there and here because I've been doing so well that I've been going too well so far.

I don't know much about the example of this general store, but I haven't seen any of the products packaged in the stalls since the beginning.

So maybe this guy doesn't easily take what he can't see inside.

(Really, it's a big failure)

I was thinking too cheaply.

(If I had researched more properly from the start, I wouldn't have failed like this!

What I didn't know so simple to figure out now, I guess, was that I wasn't cool, either.

(Because I don't make the same mistake anymore!

How can I improve from here?

First of all, exactly what I came up with was a tasting, and I'm already running this.

Hooray for you to try something you can't make into a product and tie it to sales.

(... but wait. Wait. Maybe there's a problem before that?

From what I've seen and heard so far, there was not a single stall that did anything to distribute the product for free.

Tasting, even if they say so, it won't be something you can reach right away.

(When that happens, it's the seller who makes you taste... or the taster's arm, right?)

I take care of the cage with the stuff I get to try, and then I look around and look for the kid who's doing the taster.

(Ah, Jarro...)

A pale golden hair appears at the edge of his vision.

He was an orphanage child. Two Jarros older than me.

Everyone said Jarro was known for his affection and that he was the idol of the neighborhood's wives.

The neighbors often come in with a 'service job' nominated by Jarro.

"Service Job" is a small job in the district that the orphanage kids are taking on, and cleaning the temple I was helped with.

It's not just public work, it's getting requests from regular stores. The request is rigorously scrutinized in the diocese, where the client discards to the diocese at the time of the request and also to the orphanage at the time of completion of the request.

Through this service work, orphanage children determine their future work. Sometimes they like their job and decide where to adopt them.

"Hey, there's your sister. You like sweets? Yeah. Good. If you like, have one. I sell it at the corner stall there, so if you like it, buy it. Oh, come on, how about a cookie for your brother there? Oh, don't you like cookies because they're not good for eating? Then I'd like some molasses over here. Because it tastes like teeth. Go ahead, try it."

Full-faced grin - - - Although it looks refreshing everywhere, Jarro is known among his companions as a poisonous tongue family.

So the goodness of the affection and the flowing discourse are all sales activities.

He said that although he had been wanted by his adoptive son more than once before, Jarro never got over it.

(... Jarro, maybe... Yeah, I guess, he was a noble child)

Only one of the orphanage kids was away when he was intrigued by me.

(Yet I didn't ignore it, he cared so much about me...)

That's not so much because I know the Crown Princess Altirier, but maybe because I'm noble.

(Besides, Jarro's words sound aristocratic at the ends of the intonation...)

While I'm watching, Jarro switches the targets to be tasted one after the other, and then buys what all those people are loading up in the street with a smile on their faces.

(That's right, Jarro! I can't afford to lose either)

"Ma'am, would you like to try one of the cookies, if you don't mind?

The lady with the child on the street grins and the child she was with cheers.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm not in the same position they say I am."

"And the children, please."

Of course, I would recommend it to the kids.

(Please eat and treat me ~)

"Wow, I can keep it in your mouth ~"

"It's a lot sweet ~"

Someone stops to cheer for the children.

People don't come to stalls without people. I don't know what the law is, but it's the stalls with rows lined up all the time that everyone comes by.

"Please have one of your uncles. … if you care, please buy it"

When I get a tasting, most of us turn our legs toward the stall.

Like flying, I couldn't do that, but watching as my inventory diminished, I decided to depress my next hand.