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Even the girl's questioning and curious gaze was very similar to that of a certain blonde heiress.
"Everyone here is doing well, I don't want to go anywhere else."
He simply gave a brief answer.
The girl realized she might have asked a somewhat sensitive question and quickly stood up to apologize.
"I'm sorry, I... I was rude."
Asuna thought about it and couldn't help but tap her own head in her mind.
I've already been rude to the store manager many times today.
Why can't I change it?
"It's alright, we often get asked that question by customers."
Aoba smiled, seemingly unfazed. (cjfi)
The way the girl apologizes so easily is really cute.
He naturally didn't take it to heart.
Asuna, being sensible, didn't ask any further questions.
But in my mind, I couldn't help but imagine all sorts of things.
There is an inconspicuous little shop on such a remote street.
The store manager must have gone through a lot of trouble.
As he thought about it, his eyes changed.
A gaze filled with maternal love began to tenderly examine Aoba.
It even carried a hint of sympathy and sadness.
This left Aoba quite helpless.
What are these girls thinking?
"When will this store officially open for business, Mr. Manager?"
Asuna seemed to realize that she couldn't make it too obvious.
They quickly changed the subject.
Aoba naturally didn't care what the girl was thinking.
He calmly answered the other party's question.
When Asuna learned that the izakaya would officially open around 7 p.m., she nodded.
But I still have some doubts.
Why aren't you open for business during the day?
"If we open during the day, we won't be able to operate at night, right?"
Aoba looked at the girl with a helpless expression.
"We need to take care of many people when we're open at night, because they only have time at night."
"I see.."
Asuna Yuuki tilted her head and looked at Aoba with envy:
"The store manager must have been very popular."
"The guests who come here are all very easy to get along with, so there's no need to say anything like 'welcome'."
Even when faced with the girl's flattery, Aoba maintained his calm and composed demeanor.
But it is indeed the case.
Many of the customers come to Aoba's restaurant simply because Aoba is easy to get along with.
Aside from a few special guests...
Aoba couldn't help but smile bitterly as he thought about how Karasu had left without even eating the food the night before.
Perhaps because the number of customers gradually increased, he could no longer treat everyone the same as before.
Especially last night, Yamabuki Otome had a conflict with Crow Feather.
However, he himself did nothing wrong.
He's always been this way, even in his previous life; his favoritism towards those close to him is very obvious.
It's just different from how they treat outsiders.
Perhaps this is one of his shortcomings.
Seeing Aoba's somewhat wry smile, Asuna guessed that there might be some difficult people among the shopkeeper's customers.
After all, izakayas that are open late at night will inevitably have customers who are alcoholics.
She didn't show it openly, but the sympathy in her eyes was even more evident as she looked at Qingye:
"Mr. Manager, don't you feel tired running this izakaya all by yourself?"
"No, in fact, I feel happy to be able to meet all kinds of guests."
Aoba nodded quietly.
Are you happy?
These words startled Asuna.
Yes.
The shop manager, who doesn't have to go to school, can do what he likes and finds happiness here.
So good~
"Was the shop manager also a graduate of Totsuki Academy?"
"To graduate from culinary school, one must have a deep love for cooking."
Asuna sighed, then, like a curious child, kept asking questions. (Read super exciting novels at Feilu Novel Network!)
"Not."
Aoba shook her head, a smile of reminiscence on her face:
"I learned all my cooking skills from my master."
He had never taken any cooking classes.
This culinary skill was honed through hard work and dedication.
Master?!
Asuna became even more curious.
This title is practically unheard of in this country.
Generally, when learning a skill, one only addresses the teacher as "teacher".
And the master...
That is a more respectful form of address.
Seeing the smile that was almost overflowing on Qingye's face, a few dark thoughts flashed in the girl's eyes.
"I'm so envious!"
"Being able to freely pursue your favorite culinary style must be very enjoyable."
Asuna Yuuki's tone carried a deep sense of helplessness.
Looking at the girl's expression, Aoba roughly guessed what was going on.
In this country, large families place great importance on family succession.
Often, parents don't consider what their children like.
The patriarchal system will forcefully dictate the path of the next generation.
Of course, this system has both advantages and disadvantages.
Aoba didn't know what to say, but quietly cleared away the tableware.
"You have to walk your own path."
Perhaps the girl in front of me will understand when she grows up a bit more.
They say we are not in control of our own lives.
But one cannot control one's own heart, nor can one control one's own body.
This is the experience that Aoba gained from living two lives.
No one's advice is as joyful and delightful as the path you forge yourself through trial and error.
Asuna's eyes only brightened slightly when she heard Aoba's words.
Then it vanished in an instant, returning to its gloom.
How could she not know such a principle?
Suggestions, principles, famous quotes...
All the words told her what to do, but how effective were they in practice?
There is no such thing as true empathy in this world.
Yuuki Asuna, who comes from a prestigious family, understands this principle very well.
She cast aside her inner turmoil and turned to look at Aoba.
Just as I was about to say something.
Suddenly, there was a loud knocking sound at the door.
"Eh!?"
The girl was very surprised.