Muimui-tan

- One...

'What do you mean?

With my revelation Yue tries to speak even more. But Mr. Pong stops that.

"Well, let's have dinner first."

That's right. Rice!

Some fried meat and flour were melted and roasted today. Come on, let's eat.

Shabby.

Shabby.

"Mr. Lan looks delicious even though he looks like that."

Shabby. Oh, yeah? Well, but, yeah, I'm sorry, but if they ask me if it's delicious, it doesn't taste bad, it feels normal. I wonder what that tastes like.

Shabby.

"And, by the way, are you sure you want to continue your conversation, Mr. Lan...?

Yue talks to me like he said he was afraid. Oh, I'm sorry, because I didn't ignore you.

'What do you mean?

I'll ask again.

"Because this place has grown too big, commercial guilds are required to participate as chambers of commerce…"

- I don't know, but I was wondering if you wanted to follow the guild. It looks like a hassle, Mr. Yue, please.

"Yue, please"

"Yes, I was asked... not!

Yue is waving her hand around with her tail up. Um, isn't that what we're talking about?

"It's okay to be left to me! But in order to register for a commercial guild, we need the name of this place!

Heh, yeah.

"And I want to hire an accountant because my burden is getting bigger..."

Uh, I guess that's good.

Master, it's water.

Type 14 makes me drink water from the side of me. Oh, thank you. That's type 14! When!

"If it's a name, take Lady Run's name, it's good at the Deluxe Blacksmith Workshop in Run and Fleur. Wow"

No, you can't. Take my name, and why is your name added to it? Besides, it's a blacksmith!

Yes, yes, Fleur should shut up, right?

"Master, I think it's a good name for a room with a super cool master and a competent maid."

No, you. Honestly, you have the same taste as Fleur.

"Bye, Mr. Lang's eatable dining room or something, how about that?"

Mr. Pong has the same taste. There's no one here with a decent taste! Even so, this is also a blacksmith and a dining room, isn't it?

Um, but, you know, I have similar taste... Run ateliers, for example. No, you can't. I can't stand the fact that it's got my name on it first. It's too embarrassing. I have to decide in a direction that doesn't have my name on it...

Yue, what time is the deadline?

Yue gives you three fingers. Oh, meatballs. That's three days. I don't have much time to think about it.

"It's three periods..."

? How long is three periods?

"Master, I'll take care of it. It's the 192nd day that Type 14 looked into it for masters with no learning skills."

Huh? Huh? Um, Mr. Yue? You're in no hurry!

"All right, let's hear Lord Pong's story next."

Yue is looking at me with her face.

'Okay, okay. Yue, I'll think of a name.'

"Please. The sooner this one moves, the easier it will be to do business..."

I said I'd think about it, but not now.

"Well, I'm next."

Yes, Mr. Pong, what is it?

Master, it's water.

No, type 14, because you don't need water at this time. No, uh, don't try to force me to drink it, don't do it.

"I have a lot of opinions that I want this place to be open at night as a liquor store."

"In Rejection"

"Ha, ha..."

No, 'cause, for some reason, it's a shop or a cafeteria, and maybe we've all forgotten, but this is my house, right? Make it a tavern and make a scene or something.

"I get it. And I didn't say no to Mr. Lang. I'm sorry."

Mr. Pong bows his head. No, I can't cut up the dining room by myself or anything, so that's no choice, right?

'No, people will need it. I don't care if you're not a weird person'

"It would help if you said so."

I'm the one who forced Mr. Pong to ask you out.

"So, I need a favor from Mr. Lang. Empire has poor quality ingredients"

So Mr. Yue makes a rattling noise and takes a seat.

"You mustn't speak ill of the Empire...... Where will the nobles ask?"

"No, I'm sure it's true. The dirt is bad. So it's not nutritious and I can't eat it without adding the hassle of frying or something like that. The meat is also unsavory because it eats those non-nutritious and unsavory plants. I don't cook well enough to be prestigious. But I'm good at making it edible. Still, there are limits."

I see. Imperial food culture is a bit awful, I thought, but I wonder if that was the case.

"So, it's Mr. Lang. If you know anywhere, I'd like you to distribute the ingredients."

Distribution? I guess that means you want me to trade with some other country to get more ingredients. No, is that what you're asking me to do? It's a little beyond my personal boundaries. Ugh, hmm.

'Okay. Think about it'

I'll just think about it!

Now, have you heard the whole point?

Master, it's water.

No, Mr. Fourteen, you don't need water. No, so don't try to force me to drink it. You, what, that. Maybe you liked giving me a drink of water? Stop it, really, stop it.

"Type 14, Enough Water"

So, why, there, eh, look surprised by the feeling.

"I heard in Imperial Capital that beautiful water is a luxury. Don't you need it?

I don't need it. Where did you get that knowledge? And if it's water, I'm in Aqua Pond... can you possibly sell water?

"Lord Pong, water can be provided immediately."

"It's true! That will change the flavour of the dish. Thanks for the help."

So would you like to make it in the back of the house later or even in the pond using the magic of AquaPond? Every time I go back, the water will be clean. Yeah, yeah.

Come on, then, do you want to go to bed today? Ha, but it feels like I haven't been home in a long time.