Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

"Chris! Fallbaua and Yale, and a big plate of skewers! Give me a lift!

"Yes!"

"Chris, I need some skewers over here."

"This is a nut platter and ale! Big favor."

"Yes! Madam General!

"I heard you! I'll take care of it!

I respond with a big voice in a hurry. Finally, Chris' voice is withering, so it's pathetic to make him raise his voice any more.

Even the aristocratic lady really helps Chris work well. If Chris hadn't come, I would have been unable to judge the customers.

After noon crowds like the battlefield, I finally breathe just a little.

"Chris, I'm getting a little calm, so get some rest. Come on. You should rest your throat for a while."

"It's the general who hasn't even eaten dinner... rest first"

"It's fine after Chris. I'll be busy again."

That's right, I've been as busy as an idiot at noon from before, but this place also has a lot of customers around three o'clock once the noon wave leaves. That, too, young lads.

"Yes, tell the kitchen to fry a lot of fried chicken. You know what I mean."

"The effect of the Red Moon Festival is greater than I thought."

"Yeah, not just friends, but family. We've got a wider audience."

Every store said they had more customers, so it became more publicity than I really thought. Thankfully.

"You said you had a lot more customers on weekdays. Especially as long as the students leave."

"That's right. Thankfully, we're running out of people."

I guess this is what happy screaming means. Definitely better than an idle bird sounding, but understaffing is really a serious and headache.

"I wish I could hire a kid who would only work that hour."

Hopefully she's the kind of kid who can be a billboard daughter like Chris. But hey, it's just a bunch of strong guys walking in and out of our store. It's hard for a kid like that to notice even if he recruits, and if he decides, he won't last until he's in the mood to move around with his voice up among the guys.

"I can't find a kid that's going to last. It's hard."

When I spilled Gucci, Chris suddenly said, "Mrs General! He shook my hand.

"I, the kid who seems to fit Tails, have a tremendous idea!

"To?"

"He said he was just looking for a part-time job! He's bright and energetic and... he's a very sweet kid! Can I talk to her?

I just nodded at Chris' impetus.