The Great Sage Who Did not Remain in Legend - 30.5

Tajiki, that’s my line.

“Yo! Ha! Yo! Ha! Yo!”

Thud.

“Come on…”

“So-sorry again…”

“I’ll teach you the timing, so let’s just have fun.”

“O-okay.”

Torque was more mature in handling the situation.

After that, with Torque’s support, they pounded the mochi smoothly.

“Alright, that’s good. Shape it to your liking, coat it with kinako, and eat it. Don’t choke on it.”

“Did you make the kinako sweet?”

“Yes, I did.”

The four of them ate mochi with sticky hands. Mergin set the next batch of steamed rice in the mochi-pounding machine.

“What’s that?”

“An automatic mochi-pounding machine.”

“If you had that, you should’ve used it from the start!”

“Pounding mochi is more fun. Look, another batch is ready. Keep pounding.”

Mergin left the kids to pound mochi and shaped the machine-made mochi into boxes.

“I’m going to deliver some.”

“Okay.”

Mergin took the ozoni broth, ingredients, and mochi to the brothel.

“Happy New Year.”

“Mergin, you brought something?”

“Yeah, I brought mochi so the old lady can pass away faster.”

Whap.

“Don’t joke about things like that!”

“The old lady wouldn’t die that easily.”

“Hmph, I won’t die so easily.”

Mergin handed out the food to the prostitutes.