"Ah, right, still have to sell it..."
With Harano's question, Ah Man snapped out of her happy daydream of bathing in fine sake—after all, soy sauce alone is useless, you can't bathe in that. She had to turn it into cash before she could revel and really start living life.
Since it concerned her grand plans for pleasure, she wanted to step up and pat her chest, promising this was totally on her, selling it would be no problem—but just as her hand went up, she couldn't bring herself to slap her chest down—because this was nothing like what she'd imagined!
Harano had just asked if she could sell soy sauce if she had it, and in her mind it was just three or five barrels. She could track down her grandpa's merchant friends—whether selling directly or on consignment, she could definitely handle it.
