Oh, to get a license, you must hope for a miracle—a rare transfer through a shadow network of connections when an owner retires, as there are no new licenses. We open at night because the city grants us those specific hours to use the precious public space, dancing around the daytime traffic and rules. My own little yatai, "Bamboo River," came to me only because the previous owner was my eche's husband's cousin, and even then, the officials checked my knives for months. The real tiring part? Everyone thinks it's romantic, but my back aches from these night shifts, phijigee!
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