The Archmage’s Restaurant

# 149

Chapter.35 Haircut

I need a change of mood.

For now, I forgot everything and focused on business. Because it made me feel better.

The aftereffects of Sally’s letter were so great.

We are not gods. In the end, there is only one way we can get the job done.

Since she came to us through the Hibiren flower, we hope to find another Hibiren flower according to Elena’s story and make her next life happy.

So, to calm my mind, I focused on cooking and now the restaurant is very crowded.

The food that is selling well these days is braised ribs. Surprisingly, braised ribs were very popular with people here.

Would you say it is as popular as Uva Pork Belly? I think I probably enjoyed the seasoning of the braised ribs and the texture of the meat.

Holding the bone and tearing it to eat is also surprisingly well received.

It is analyzed that this may be a refreshing shock to the people here who cannot escape from the traditional way of simply grilling meat.

What’s nice is that the spicy stir-fried beans served with braised ribs are also popular.

These half-moon shaped beans are famous for their spicy taste. So, even if you don’t add any additional spicy flavor, you can just stir-fry it and it will taste spicy.

It’s spicy yet light, and what’s unique about it is that it doesn’t sell well on its own, but when combined with braised ribs, it sells like hot cakes. I don’t know what it is, but I’m glad it’s being restocked.

Also, my mood changes a little when I see people eating braised ribs.

It’s really fun to see people eating braised ribs. It is expensive meat, but since it is sold at a reasonable price, there is little profit. An appropriate line where there is neither loss nor gain.

Money is not a problem because we are making a lot of money from the cheese industry, Palenque industry, and watch industry.

Of course, if even the minimum price is not maintained, the market balance will be broken, so the rules must be followed. So, the optimal time is now when there is no loss and no significant gain.

Now I was focusing on an elderly couple eating braised ribs on one side.

“Try to eat in a civilized manner. “Do we really have to do that outside?”

The old woman was frowning and saying something as if she was displeased with her husband’s behavior. Of course, my husband shook his head as soon as he heard that.

“What kind of cultured culture is this? “I heard this is how they were originally ripped off.”

My husband is someone I know well. An old gentleman with gray hair named Johnt.

This grandfather runs a barber shop in Grays City. I also use him every time I get my hair cut, and eventually he started coming to my restaurant as well.

Anyway, Jont picked up the ribs with his hands, saying that it was more convenient, but the old lady continued to separate the ribs with a knife and knife, as if it was not so.

In fact, braised ribs are not steak, so it looks better and looks better when eaten like a jaunt, but the way to eat it is a personal preference.

“Now look at this. Hold it like this and hold it. It’s so soft. Come on, you too, eat.”

As Jont continued to rip the ribs off the bone at a rapid pace, the old woman’s face was captured as she was slow to separate the flesh from the bone.

At this point, it’s my turn to step forward.

I went up to the old lady and tried to explain.

“It tastes better when you eat it that way. That’s the best way to eat this food. “Can I prepare a handkerchief for you to dry your hands with?”

“Oh, is that so?”

After listening to my explanation, the old woman looked at her husband again and seemed to have made up her mind, eventually holding his ribs in her hand.

Very carefully, yet gracefully, I brought the ribs to my mouth. And after chewing it a few times, only the bones came apart in her hand.

After that, I wipe my hands with the handkerchief I prepared.

“Look! “It’s much easier to eat, isn’t it?”

“I see. it is delicious.”

When Johnt spoke as if it were a big deal, the old lady nodded and acknowledged it. And while looking at me, he nods his head.

“The meat is really soft. How do you cook something like this? Even old people like us can eat without any worries… .”

“That’s because I believe that the meat in galbijjim should melt when it goes into your mouth. haha.”

“It is very delicious.”

While the old lady was smiling brightly and praising me, Jont glanced at my head, put down his ribs, and brought up a completely different topic.

“By the way, you… “I think it’s time to cut my hair.”

“Your head?”

Jont is a barber with over 40 years of experience. That’s how veteran he is. I like my hair neat, so I tend to get it done often, but now that I think about it, so many things have happened recently that I haven’t been able to pay attention to my hair at all.

It was a hectic time with Lurin’s birthday and Celie’s work.

“I see. I think it’s time to cut it.”

“I’ll stop by when I rest. “I’ll sort it out quickly.”

“I will. “Of course it should be.”

I smiled and nodded. Other customers kept coming in, so I said hello to the old lady and returned to the kitchen.

And the next day.

As I remembered what Jont said, I headed to the barbershop as soon as I finished lunch to get my hair done.

Delicate things like cutting your hair cannot be done through magic.

The same applies to the attack magic I have and the mental magic that Lurin can use.

A series of actions that are basic to human life, such as cutting hair, cutting nails, etc., must all be done yourself and cannot be solved through magic.

As I was going down the hill, Rurin, who had followed me just because I told him I was going out, walked at a brisk pace and finally turned around and asked a question.

“But where are you going?”

“To get a haircut.”

“hair?”

“hey!”

When I told him I was going to get my hair cut, he jumped on my back and started messing with my hair.

However, this does not mean that you are pulling your hair out in a vicious manner. That was the stance taken when attacking Serena’s hair, and now he was just climbing onto her back and clinging to him, moving his hands around.

But thanks to that, I ended up going down the hill carrying Lurin on my back.

“It’s hard, dude!”

“This body is not tired.”

“Of course it is.”

You can’t see their expression because they’re stuck behind, but it’s clear that they’re clearly making a shameless expression.

What’s difficult about being carried on your back?

Then he jumped down to the ground, came back in front of me, and opened his mouth.

“I don’t mind any hair.”

“Oh my, is that so? But I care.”

“Is that so?”

“huh.”

After this conversation we started walking again. Then, one thing suddenly occurred to me.

A question arose for Lurin, who said that any type of hair would be fine.

Will Rurin really be okay with hair loss?

I have no intention of causing hair loss, but I was just curious so I asked.

“Does it really matter what kind of hair you have?”

Nod.

“It doesn’t matter because you are who you are. “It embraces everything!”

“Okay, thank you for that… .”

After a brief pause, I asked again with a serious face.

“Even if it’s tight?”

“Tight?”

“It means there is no head. bald head.”

“bald head?”

Rurin stares at me intently for a moment. She put her lips covered in pink lip balm, which had become her favorite product, and then took them off, then immediately held her stomach and started laughing out loud.

“Puhahahaha! Really? Bald? that… ! That’s funny! “You’re the one with no head! Fuhahahahaha!”

As soon as I started laughing, I just burst into laughter. While walking ahead, he suddenly turns and points at me and laughs again, then starts walking again, and after a while, he turns around and laughs again.

Even though he hasn’t actually gone bald, what kind of behavior is this?

“Are you saying something different from before? “What’s so funny?”

“But when I thought about you having no brain, it was so funny! Hehehehehe. Well, it’s okay. Even if it has no head, I caress it well. “It might be a little funny, though.”

There’s no answer. It seems that the word bald really touched Lurin’s humor code.

However, I can’t keep watching this absurd endless repetition of walking for a while, then stopping, turning around, smiling at me, walking again, stopping, looking at me again, smiling.

I stomped over, grabbed Lurin’s wrist, and started dragging her.

“Stop laughing and follow me. “Because there’s no way you’ll go bald.”

“Puhahahaha!”

The moment I caught Lurin’s wrist, her body lost all strength. Thanks to this, it continues to drag on. I like being dragged along. Thanks to this, the dirt road Rurin passed had long traces of her shoes dragging on it.

After repeating that struggle several times, we finally arrived at the barbershop between Elena’s clinic and the market entrance.

Feeling liberated, I let go of Lulin’s wrist and entered the barbershop.

“Go together. bald head! No, no, not the bald one, you!”

Soon, Lulin, still spouting nonsense, jumped like a frog from where he had stopped and entered the barbershop. Then, like always, he snuggles next to me and looks around.

I have been to the barbershop with Rurin quite a few times. So, it’s not like I’m looking around because I’m curious. That’s a look around looking for something.

Of course, it couldn’t have been Jont, the barber. Because Lurin’s gaze was very far away from Zaunt.

In terms of actual distance as well as mental distance, it is probably hundreds of millions of light years away. In other words, there is no interest at all.

“Are you here?”

“yes. It came right away. “It’s clear to everyone that it’s time to get your hair done.”

“Good job. Don’t people like me need to cut their hair often to make a living? “This person.”

Jont smiled cheerfully and motioned for me to come towards the chair.

“Iknow, right. “I’m sorry I can’t come often.”

I accepted the line, not sure if it was joking or serious, and walked towards the chair.

In this world, including Great City, shaving and trimming hair is common.

There is no idea that one should not touch one’s hair like in the Joseon Dynasty, and it is not a world where people do not wash their hair like in the Western Middle Ages.

Rather, bathhouses are becoming more common and hairstyles are also becoming more common. This is especially true because there are so many different hair colors.

So, there are quite a few barbershops like this in every city. What’s different from modern times is that barbershops also fix women’s hair.

There is no concept of perm. Most of them are general things like cutting long hair or simply giving it a stylish look.

The inside of the barbershop is small. Wooden decorations that appeared to be handmade were decorated here and there, and flower pots were filled with bright spring flowers.

A faint floral scent wafts out.

There is only one chair. It’s only natural that Johnt is the only barber. In front of the chair hangs a mirror from this world, which is somewhat less reflective.

“Sit this way. “I have to do dinner business, so I’ll do it quickly.”

“Oh, thank you.”

I nodded and spoke to Rurin.

“Sit there quietly.”

“hate.”

The answer I got back was a strong rejection.

“What should I do if I don’t like it?”

“I will be watching closely. “It’s fun to watch you lose your hair without any resistance.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes!”

Then you say so.

I took off my top, leaving Rurin alone. Because it was somewhat thick, it interfered with putting on the gown.

I put my top on the waiting seat in the back and sat down on the chair again, and the old barber placed a white gown over my body.

“Okay then, let’s begin.”

The barber scissors of Jont, who has many years of experience, begin to move.

Grab it.

Scissors hitting the air. The scissors soon got closer to my hair.

And Lulin’s face also came closer.

Eh?

Lulin’s face is closer than the scissors. There is zero sense of distance.

“Hey Lulin?”

“you! “It’s too close!”

“What are you talking about when you come here?”

“Sigh!”

Lulin made a strange noise and took a step back. Jont laughs at the sight. After Rulin walks away, the scissors finally reach my hair.

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