'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Total! Morning!

I heard Rye's cheerful voice and I jumped out of the world of sleep.

In front of me was the face of a redhead girl who seemed a little grumpy.

"Morning, Rye."

"Morning, General. Breakfast is ready. Wake up."

I wake up from the futon I was laying on the floor.

I don't know, I think I was somewhat hoarding at breakfast, but are you out of your mind?

And no matter what you think, this red-haired girl is in my room.

"Rye. For once, it's not a good idea to go into someone else's room without much permission"

"I'm not gonna wake up from the outside. I'm sorry."

"... because I slept a little late yesterday"

"I don't."

Yesterday is after yesterday's sales, and after I easily lost Sui's mood.

Well, that took a lot more time.

On the way, I was tangled up in a swim, and I was doing it drinking some too.

It was near dawn that I left the store.

After that, I fell asleep fast, but such circumstances naturally had nothing to do with Rye.

I have plans for today, too, and I need to wake up a little dull with a hangover.

"I mean, total. What the hell did you do yesterday?

As I shake my confused head, Rye asks in a slightly twisted manner.

"... what, especially on my mind"

"Lie. You definitely did something to your sister"

"I didn't! I didn't!

Rye's eyes sharpened as fast as they could, so I desperately denied it.

'Cause I really didn't do anything. Precisely enough that Sui got a little upset along the way.

"Then why is that happening?

"What's that?

I ask back without knowing what Rye's words mean, but Rye says a word with no expression.

"Why did your sister say, 'I'll make breakfast this morning' or something"

"... Huh?

In the first place, what is the sharing of chores in this House?

Cleaning common areas is done by those who notice it.

Bathrooms and toilets are rotated.

Naturally, I clean up my own room.

The cooking, laundry, etc. were basically led by Rye.

Here's the culinary sharing on weekdays.

Rye makes it in the morning and eats it at home, and Mr. Oyaji makes it at the store at noon, as does early dinner.

Holidays, mornings and evenings are ray. It feels like we like each other at noon.

Mr. Oyaji always cooks at work, so he says Rye's intent is to slow him down at home.

Whether it's a holiday or a weekday, Rye is basically supposed to make it in the morning.

Suddenly, Sui said he was going to make it today.

"Absolutely crazy, right? The whole thing said something, so your sister's sticking it out, right?

"Oh, I don't remember that."

I shake my head in Rye's slightly desperate, cloudy eyes.

"Didn't the total get drunk and do something like, 'I want some Sui handcooking (Kieran)'?

"It's my image in you. It. That's not true."

"... Then why? Why do I have to taste this fear in the morning?

"Easy, Rye. The truth is leaking."

As soon as the word "fear" comes out, I guess.

Sui's hand cooking, well, that's it.

Or her world of taste draws a line with ordinary people like us.

I don't know why I wanted to mix that ingredient.

I don't know why I wanted to use that spice.

Or I don't see why that seems to fall into the category of food.

I've had it before, it reminds me of the gelomas potion, and I ran scared (oozing) on my spine.

At that time, it was good because it was a spicy, human drinkable range, with "Mirin" and "Tartarus" and "Dry Vermouth" levels.

But once she releases her true power, she can normally throw up a level of food and drink.

"To be honest, my sister was unusual today. He took the head chef's seat from me, like he was on fire with some sense of purpose."

"It was a disaster"

"But the real disaster is all of us who can feed it."

It's terrible to hear, but I'm only agreeing a little bit too.

Or how the hell is this really happening?

When the potion is holding on to a dull head that hasn't slipped out,

"Hey, kid. I guess you're ready, huh?

"Hih."

A darker, heavier voice came into my room.

Answer his Lord with the brightest voice at his best.

"Oh, no, Mr. Oyaji! I'm not ready for anything. I'm not ready for anything!

"Even if you don't get it, I do. Is it because of this situation?

To Mr. Oyaji's spectacular grin, I make half a smile, half a tear-eyed hardening.

From now on, what the hell am I supposed to say?

But Mr. Oyaji said calmly, wondering if he had had a much farther eye.

"... but I'm gonna stop hitting you today"

"Yes?"

Utterly, I thought they would physically stab the nail, as usual, but they didn't.

Mr. Oyaji put his hand on my shoulder and smiled.

"I don't know how Sui feels, but I'm not wild enough to say anyway to my daughter's voluntary behavior"

"... ha"

"Likewise, I don't want my daughter to get hurt"

"That's obvious, isn't it?"

No one would want their own daughter to get hurt.

But the words that came out of that natural thought stunned me.

"Don't you think he'd be hurt if Sui left behind the handicrafts he made?

"............... that's, well"

"So. You're responsible for all the food that comes out, aren't you?

"... hey!?

I finally understand what Mr. Oyaji is trying to say, and I'm going to war.

Come on, you jerk! You're gonna sacrifice me and you're gonna survive breakfast!

"Well, if I said that, it would hurt Mr. Oyaji not to eat at all!

"Don't worry. He must be making something out of you. So just eat well and you'll be fine. Huh?"

Say, Mr. Oyaji gets his thumbs up all the time in a refreshing motion.

No, this guy. My eyes aren't even laughing at the shards.

I'm saying things that seem compassionate, but I just want to help myself.

"Anyway, this is your job. Originally you sowed the seed, so you should take responsibility and mow it."

"I'd like you to say it in more serene terms."

Where me and Mr. Oyaji are trying to push the blame with a smile, yet another voice comes in.

"Hey, Mr. General. How long have you been asleep? I'm already hungry."

It is Sally who knows nothing about this situation.

She takes a look at the situation where Rye and Mr. Oyaji are gathered in my room.

"Huh? What is it? If you think no one's in the dining room, what are you doing here?

"Oh, no. Sorry, I'll be up in a minute."

Like giving Sally an excuse, I get up in a hurry.

And asked Sally, who remained somewhat confused.

"... Hey Sally. You like eating in the morning?

"... that's a weird question all of a sudden. Or is there someone you don't like?

"... then... no, nothing"

Oh, it's dangerous.

Accidentally said, 'Then you want my share, too?' Or so I almost said.

But the 'seniors' part of me didn't want to use 'juniors' as a shield to escape.

Yeah. What was I trying to show you that I didn't look good?

Disciples grow up to see their teachers behave.

What do you do without me showing you how hard it is to grow up in a way that doesn't escape difficulties?

"I'm going to get dressed, everyone wait in the dining room."

That's what I said, I let everyone out of the room once.

Nothing starts here.

"... I don't know what caused it, but I can't get over that much and what's a bartender"

I left the room dignified, ignoring my crisp, nervous belly.

Across the street is the dining room. Waiting is Swiss handicrafts.