The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

Rub it on a rub with your father, three bags of your choice.

The first is my special bag.

The second is your father's special bag.

Because of the different backs, I decided to buy each of them because the bags are really different in size.

The third is the middle size of the two bags.

This size so that you can hold whichever bag you waste.

Each of the patterns picked something I liked and the third one took in two opinions and picked it out.

It took me a little while to do that, but I feel good because I was able to make a satisfactory purchase.

"Sora, will you like it?

"You'll be fine."

"Was it better than that? All three were higher than the first bag you picked, right?

"It's okay. There's a lot of room for Sola, Flem, Ciel and Sol's hard work so far. There's still a lot left to sell."

You did have a lot of stuff stuck in your magic box.

Yeah, it got pricey because I chose it for cushioning, ventilation for the upcoming season, etc, but no regrets!

I hope you like it.

Are you all right because you're all sweet?

"Now, do you want to take a relaxing stroll down the back road and check out the rumors"

"Copy that!"

A back street with fewer people than the boulevard, but still quite a crowd of people.

There is also a store, which is quite a good place to take a stroll.

"Looks like the new shop is crushed."

"Really? But I can't help but taste it."

That's a strict opinion.

"Alcohol."

At the end of your father's gaze is a liquor store.

A peek into the store through the window reveals a wide variety of liquors being sold.

My father, peering at the store the same way next door, said in a small voice, "That's it! I can hear it."

"Why don't you come look at me?

"Are you sure?

"Absolutely. We'll have dinner in the booze."

"Thanks"

Father entering the liquor store with a pleasant look on his face.

What am I going to do about dinner tonight?

You still have the sauce pickled melume.

Can I turn that into a little spicy and the vegetables don't get too heavy, leafy vegetables?

And let's make soup so we can have it tomorrow morning.

Your father doesn't need soup because he drinks, does he?

Yeah, it's been a while since I've made grilled rice balls.

"My neighbor, the vigilante caught me last night."

"Oh, again?

It's kind of a noisy conversation, but again what?

I looked around softly and saw three women a short distance away.

Are you shopping home or are you seeing vegetables from your luggage?

"Again what?

"What? You don't know? That husband, when he drinks, he changes people and he goes wild."

Wow, that sucks.

"No, really? I say hello, but he seems like a nice guy."

"Because people don't look like it"

I can tell you that.

Judging by the way it looks, it hurts.

I snort a few times.

"Ma'am, are you okay?

That's right.

You're the victim of a rambling husband.

"That wife would be fine. 'Cause we're bringing men into the house by now."

Hmm?

"What's that?"

"I saw it when I left home. Where I go into the house with my arms around me."

"" Wow. "

Wow, that's amazing.

Is it caused by your wife's affair because her husband gets busted?

Or disgusted with my rambling husband, with someone else?

As he tilts his neck, his head is pulled so hard that he blocks his ears with his clothes and probably his hands.

"What?"

I'm a little surprised, but when I realize it's your father, I turn my face up.

What a complicated look he had when his gaze matched.

In the system as it was, your father sighed small when he saw the three women he was talking to.

I laugh a little at how it goes.

"Sorry, let's go"

"Yeah."

Walk down the back street towards your father's square listening to the conversation between the three women that still continues.

When I first asked your father, he remained a complex expression.

"Father, I still have rumors about those people. Because the adventurers are more naked."

Adventurers' evening conversations are often a little obscene.

The level of conversation increases when it's a team just for men or women.

Either that or the women are more naked.

However, in the case of women, I can only hear you, but in the case of men, there was something a little troublesome.

There are people trying to teach you a lot.

I pretended to be a boy until a while ago, so I almost got involved several times.

Of course, I ran away.

"Ah well, I can't tell you about people... I used to, well, talk about things without worrying about them..."

Laughing at your father, who floats a bitter colour.

You don't have to worry about that much.

"It's okay. I don't care."

I was embarrassed at first, but I got used to it.

If you're reacting one way or the other, you can't spend time in the square.

"You mean you've heard so much about it that you don't care?

Well, if you say so.

Shoulder to shoulder, your father sighs loudly.

"I don't have a choice."

"Yes, yes. I'd rather make a grilled rice balls, but you want some?

"Long time no see."

"Yeah. I kind of wanted to make it"

"Looking forward to it. Is it time to go back to Boulevard? I don't think there's any stores around here."

Looks like you don't have a store for sure.

Is that it?

"Dad, isn't that the store?

At the end of the gaze is a small shop.

Slightly old smelly signs with meat paintings and letters.

"Butcher?"

"Can I have a look?

"Oh, let's go"

I'm somewhat fascinated, so I'll go to the butcher's.

The shop is small, and from what I can see from the window of the door, there seems to be one type of meat for sale.

You've seen that lean feeling before, maybe Merme?

"Melme specialties?

I miss the amount of meat I sell to specialty stores though.

But the meat looks in good condition.

"Father, I'd like to buy a little more Melme, but are you okay?

"Oh, I don't mind. That marinated merme was delicious."

"Based on that pickled sauce, I'd like to change the flavor."

"I see, I'm looking forward to it now. Yes, Ivy did me a favor."

"What's going on?

"You still had the sauce-picked merme I made before. Can you pinch that on the booze?

"I'm going to do that from the start. Change the flavor a little so it's a knob."

Father with a happy look at my words.

I'm really happy with this exchange.

Opening the store door, Karan Karan and a lovely sound echoed in the store.

When I looked at the top of the door in surprise, it had a doorbell.

"There you are."

A young man shows himself from behind the store.

When I saw us, I gave a surprised look.

Tilt your neck to it.

I wonder what it is?

"Is this meat Melme?

"Yes, it is. Eh?"

Makes me look more surprised when I see if I'm Merme.

What the hell is that?

20 kg of Merme meat, please.

Is that a bit much?

But I make the basics and think about sweet flavors, soy sauce flavors and herbal flavors and everything else.

I knew you had 20 kg, right?

"... 20kg? Uh, am I mistaken for other meat? It's Melme, right?

Hmm?

Wrong with other meat?

What the hell is going on?

"Store owner, definitely in Melme. We want 20 kg of Merme."

Your father turns to the shopkeeper and tells him to speak up a little slowly.

After a bit of indignation, the shopkeeper prepares the meat like he panicked.

"Excuse me. Melme's not very popular. But are you okay with buying so much?

"You're okay because it's cheap, right?

It's really cheap because it's not popular.

"No, I didn't. Can you use it? It's 20 kg, right?

"It's delicious, so you won't have 20 kg in no time."

"... delicious? Taste... No, it's nothing."

Is that so?

Melme was hard and stinky in this village.

"Soak it with a sauce made with papasi and it will taste good."

Store owner who makes a figment of my words.

"I also tried a lot using my papasi..."

With that said, the smell didn't go away when I just soaked it in the sauce the first time.

So first, I tried to take the smell off the herb.

"I'm glad I took the smell out of the herb first."

"Um! Can I have some of that meat, please? Sell it and how to cook it"

A store owner who bows his head so vigorously that it sounds like it's going to be kabba.

I glanced at the store owner's back of my head at the unscheduled situation.