141 Being smelled (2/2)

”Oh?”

This position is easy because you don't have to walk on your own, but I can't stand being misunderstood everywhere. So I decided to hit Rumba's shoulder and get off.

When I saw the friendly exchange between Rumba and me, some people behind me seemed relieved.

”Al, is there any place you want to go?”

”Hmm, yesterday I went around the main place and ate breakfast. I would like to go to a place away from the main street today.”

”Okay, so let's walk around freely.”

Nodding to Rumba's words, I walk down the street.

After leaving the main street, the road width becomes narrower and houses line up.

We wander in a quiet residential area. While walking along the street, a woman who looked like a housewife was hanging out laundry and children playing tag on a narrow street.

It is a truly peaceful sight.

Unlike boulevards, I thought that rumba might be boring because the residential area is not flashy.

Such a residential area and rumba, I came out to a big riverside.

There is also a residential area on the other side, and a wooden bridge with a beautiful arch is hung so that you can go there.

It ’s a good thing and it ’s quite long.

It is not bad to see the river scenery from the bridge.

”Oh, don't you smell something good?”

When he tries to move to the bridge, Rumba walking behind his muttering his nose.

”Well, isn't it an open-air street or a bit away from a residential area so you don't smell the food?”

”No, I do. This is the smell of burning fish.”

Roomba says, but it hasn't reached my nose yet.

”I'll start from the bottom of the bridge! Let's go!”

As I tilt my head, Rumba steps forward and heads down the bridge.

Oh, thanks to the rumba's bitterness, I'm under the bridge from the top of the bridge.

whatever. I love the space like a secret base under the bridge, and it's not bad to look up at the river up close.

I follow the leading rumba and aim under the bridge.

”Oh, the smell of burning fish really came out.”

”Well?”

When I ran a run to keep up with the large rumba, I smelled the fish burning as Rumba said. Is it fish grilled? It smells very fragrant.

Walking around a little and the hungry stomach is stimulated by a good feeling.

Walking to the smell, a number of fish were skewered and burned just under the bridge.

”... Is anyone baked?”

”I can't see a person like that.”

I looked around with Perumba, but there was no sign of anyone.

Then, who prepared the salted fish?

”” ......... ”

In front of our eyes, delicious fish sprinkled with salt is scorched.

It's a fish you saw on the streets yesterday, so it shouldn't be a bad fish.

The waste water of the fish flies and the surface is burnt clean. It's almost time to eat now.

Me and Rumba look down at the grilled fish and make a throat.

”... If you continue to bake like this, you'll get burnt, right?”

”Oh, yeah, that means neither the fish, the people who cooked the fish, nor we will be happy.”

So, in order not to waste happiness here, we mean that we eat before the fish burns.

Me and Rumba looked up and nodded at each other and reached for salted fish.

”Wait a minute! That's what I caught and baked carefully !?”

Suddenly, a man came out of the river with only one funddo.

… Is it baked carefully? I don't want to eat it asexually.

Me and Rumba gave a glance to the man, and immediately returned to the fish and stuck.

”Because the baked person is in front of me and stopped, don't bite!”