Cooking with Wild Game: Volume 23 [Parts 1 to 7] by EDA

Author:EDA
Language: eng
Format: epub

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Just two hours after that, our second peak period arrived.

We didn’t have a sun dial set up for today, but the sun was now almost directly overhead, and the schedule for the event in the arena included a short break when the sun hit its peak. As such, over a thousand people were now pouring out of the stone structure, rushing toward the workstations where we were selling food.

The crowd was lining up in front of the food sellers even faster than they had in the morning. That was probably because there were just more people wanting to get a snack at this time of day. Thinking back, we had opened for business around half past the fourth hour, which was a bit too early for brunch, so now the customers were coming at us like a tidal wave.

Our cooking was selling so quickly, it was practically flying out of our pots. I guesstimated that we still had around seven hundred meals’ worth left, but it was vanishing at an almost alarming speed. Unlike during the revival festival, people weren’t able to take their time enjoying their meal today.

Perhaps because of the tremendous smell of the curry, our section farthest to the west seemed to be the liveliest. However, some of our would-be customers did end up leaving when our lines got too long because they didn’t want to wait. It looked like every stall had a line in front of it today. The food area was so lively that it was practically a battlefield.

From what I could see, there seemed to be a lot of rough customers about. But they were fixated on talking about the tournament, and the nature of the food we were serving didn’t seem to even enter their minds.

I was keeping my focus solely on doing business. I took coins from the customers, served up some giba and beans on a wooden plate, added a wooden spoon and a bit of baked poitan, and then presented it to them. Just that, again and again and again. Even the questions my customers asked were purely businesslike, about stuff like the price or whether or not we sold fruit wine.

“Hey there. Looks like business is booming,” I heard Zasshuma’s voice call out as he approached us for the first time in a while. He was a bodyguard, as well as an acquaintance of Kamyua Yoshu’s.

“Ah, hello. So you’re back in Genos too, Zasshuma?”

“Yeah. I came back for the tournament. I’m someone who makes a living by the blade, more or less, so it’s not an event I can just skip.”

After the revival festival, Zasshuma had left Genos again for a while. It had to have been over twenty days now since I had last seen him.

Zasshuma ordered some giba and beans and then seemed to almost shove his way through the crowd surrounding us, working his way around to the back of the stall with his plate still in hand.

“Ooh, this is good. These are those tau bean things from Jagar, right? They’re all crumbly and have a real interesting texture to them.

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