Aren’t You Too Sweet Salt-God Sato-San?

The reason why Pushing Tai (yes) is doing a clerk at a stylish garden cafe over the weekend while attending a part-time high school is extremely simple, and here - "cafe tutuji” is my father's shop.

... but as for her, it's simply a mystery.

"Hmmm... pull, should I take this with a pull...? Close-up… Sizzling…"

Terrace seating overlooking our prized flower garden.

There was the figure of one high school girl who put up a smartphone in front of her ready pancake and squeaked.

She looks familiar.

"Mr. Sato...... right?

Same class, Koharu Sato.

It's called "Mr. Sato, who supports salt."

Semi-long brown hair wrapped around the inside, nose muscles through the large, sliced eyes.

She gets a lot of attention from her neat appearance when she's cute and she's in the middle of a beauty.

This, what a lovely name. I don't know a few people who have ever tried to get close to her.

But her true pinnacle is her character.

- I'm not that close to you in the first place.

This is the legendary dialogue that Koharu Sato emitted when you invited her on a date.

It was only a matter of seconds after you spoke up, and during this time she said she didn't even move her facial expressions.

Does she even do heart-breaking RTAs?

That's not all, of course.

Mr. Sato is "salt compatible" with young and old alike.

"No," "I'm sorry," "So what?

A number of words without shards of warmth, such as, are released as a shotgun from a total faceless look.

Still, it would be thanks, for one thing, to her overly neat appearance.

Well, I was recognized for the accomplishment of shooting people who have been manipulated off one end, and the nickname for the quote is "Mr. Sato, who supports salt”.

Aside from that...

"Mr. Sato, what are you doing alone...?

I observed her on a faraway roll.

Mr. Sato peeked at the pancake over his smartphone and rocked his upper body back, forth, left, and right, not uh, not this one, a repeat of.

In common sense, I guess I'm trying to take pictures of pancakes...

"... take a pancake with such a serious face."

He seems to be so focused that he didn't even notice me when he carried the pancakes earlier.

No, there's a good chance you don't really recognize your classmate's face because it's about Mr. Sato, but if you hear it from his mouth, it's going to break his heart, so I pretended not to notice this one either.

But I still care about what concerns me.

Even customers who come to the store alone are rare.

More so if you're a high school girl.

She chopped wrinkles between those beautiful eyebrows, blushing and

"Which angle is the most reflective...?

... I hear some interesting dialogue, but it's not a good idea to listen to a lot of customers talking to themselves.

I recollected that and tried to pull into the back of the store for now, that's when it happened.

"Hey, what are you doing just now?

Again, I do my gaze under Mr. Sato.

When I saw it, a threesome of college boys at the next table was speaking to Mr. Sato.

Sato was suddenly called out and seemed a little confused at first, but soon he regained the beautiful faceless look as usual.

"Relationship, is there?

Even the cold sound of my spine accidentally leaked an exclamation, "Ooh..."

Mr. Sato, who supports salt, hasn't even braced at all outside of school.

But...

"Ha, Kawaii, don't be so vigilant"

"You were taking the picture I'm giving Minsta right now, weren't you? Lend me your phone, I'll take your picture instead."

"Finally, we're replacing MINE too - right, share - share"

I was honestly impressed with this.

College students can't get through Mr. Sato's "salt response" just by laughing.

On the contrary, he is forced to push it off and is trying to force Mr. Sato to snap his smartphone.

"Hey, hey... Huh!

Isn't Sato a bad person for this?

I saw the moment when her faceless expression collapsed.

... This, of course, was not something I could have seen as a clerk.

I turned my back on my heels, stuffed my college students, and I stood in front of them.

"We're not that kind of store."

When Mr. Sato's smartphone was to be picked up again, I said to them, referring to the “No Napa" bid at the entrance to the flower garden.

"She seems to be in trouble too, can I ask you to stop"

Not to Mr. Sato, but I ran out of words in a rather cold tone.

The three college students and Mr. Sato are looking up at this one as if they were frightened.

I hope you give up now, but...

"Ha, ha, no, Byte, you're just talking."

"Well, get back to work, you're getting paid, aren't you?

... As far as that yawning surface goes, you don't seem willing to stop.

Then I have an idea over here, too.

I turned to the kitchen and raised my voice.

"- Father! The customer said the pancakes were delicious. Come on!

"What?"

To a sudden oddity, the college students get a barbaric voice.

But the dull surface was to pale in an instant.

Because the next moment, a "muscular Dharma strong man like I've only seen in Western films" crawled out of the back of the store, coming straight at me with his shoulders angry.

This is no longer a reason, a fear appealing to instincts.

"Hih!?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!

"Getting killed!?

The rest is too early.

The college students on the yawning side, who were licking because they were in high school, fled to scatter the spider child and quickly disappeared.

The muscle Dharma, who came late, can look at this and yell at his face.

"- They got away again! I thought today would be the day to get your thoughts in person!

He is the Kiyoshi Gate.

As the manager of “cafe tutuji," he is my father.

It's too “invisible." From the looks of it, I usually pull into the back of the kitchen, but the dream is to have the customer say "it was delicious" directly one day.

For seventeen years I have set up a shop in the land, and yet my dreams have not come true.

Anyway, this is settled.

"Mr. Sato, were you okay?

I pretended not to notice, because I forgot, I accidentally called him by his name.

When I was called upon by her name, she looked up at my face like she was surprised,

"Push tail, you...?

Oh, he remembers my name...

It was about its arrow tip, where there could be no relief filled the chest.

A grain of Shizukuishi fell from Sato's eyes.

The next moment, to my surprise, Sato hugged me...

"Ugh... here we go. Ahhh...!

Mr. Sato, who supports salt, what was it?

Sato was in the same position for a while, crying like a child.