'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

When I got to the dining room, the other five had already gathered.

By the way, the Vermut family table is a little bigger than the average household.

There's something about Mr. Oyaji's profession, and I suppose he wanted to be confined to a dining room, so to speak.

The table itself is for four large people, so Sally and Phil are invited to sit in what is commonly called a birthday seat.

As for the line, me and Mr. Oyaji are next to each other, Sui in front of me, Rye next to it.

It's a little narrow when the six of us sit down, but, well, it's as far as we can go.

In that condition, there is now a plate and cup for the number of people on the table. After that, knives, forks, spoons and other dishes lined up in the center.

"Total, slow"

"I'm sorry."

"Well, fine. I'll be ready now."

Sui was a little upset about my late appearance, but when I got to my seat, I strained out and headed to the kitchen.

I guess I went to reheat the dish I was planting or finish it.

I just lost sight of Sui, and I only take one big, deep breath.

"What are you doing?

Phil asks me if I've been waiting for my sudden behavior.

"No, prepare your mind a little"

"... for breakfast?

"Yes, for breakfast."

To my response, Phil and then Sally had strange eyes.

But I can't help it. They don't know the taste of Sui well.

Sui says it's delicious, even if she eats the same as us.

Simply because of the wide range of flavor defenses.

"Sally, and Phil. I'll tell you one thing before Sue gets back."

"... what is it?

"... what is it?

I told the two apprentices quietly what was important.

"If you think you can't eat any more, you don't have to eat anymore. I'll take responsibility."

"... Yes?

"... ha"

Two people nodding with an absurd look. But it didn't take much of a pursuit.

That's what I'm saying, I hear footsteps.

Sui, with a large plate in both hands, grabbed a little where he entered the dining room.

"Total, a little help."

"Okay."

I take one plate from her.

On the plate, boiled vegetables were stuffed and served with a cream-colored sauce.

When Sui asked what the dish was for those who had it, the fried bacon and a number of eyeball grills were on it.

It looked so delicious.

It's not like she never has the skill.

So it looks good. However, it does not correlate with appearance and flavoring.

"I'll bring some more bread and soup, so split Rye up."

"Ugh, yeah, okay"

I lean back on the cut and a slight nervousness runs in Rye's voice.

The red-haired girl still looks confused by the dish in front of her.

"Ah, sui. I'll help you bring it."

I try to help Sui, I try to follow her to the kitchen.

but sui turned it down.

"It's okay. It's a little messy in the kitchen, so don't look"

"Oh, wow."

I think it's somewhat natural to cook and have the kitchen scattered, but don't look at it.

I'm a lot of confusion, but let's put that away.

Soon Sui brings a basket with bread and a thick pan with soup.

I hurry to pick up the basket from her and split it it between us.

What a name. A bread the size of a palm.

If it's soup, it's onion soup.

It smells like consomme and looks very tasty if you don't think about it carefully.

It's also a good trap to smell good.

Some of the flavors that humans feel are fragrances, but they are only a few percent.

"Yes, well, let's eat"

Where breakfast has gone to everyone's plate, Sui says.

And everyone turned to Mr. Oyaji at the same time.

As a rule in this House, the decree at meals is to be taken by Mr. Oyaji.

"Oh, well..."

Mr. Oyaji finally said, ready to be immense.

"I'll have it."

"I'll have it."

And right after that, my hands and those of Rye and Mr. Oyaji harden.

I was wondering where to reach first.

To the look of those three, not only Sui, but also the vampire brothers and sisters stop bewildering.

Apparently, you two are hesitant to carry it to your mouth in front of your landlord. I mean, I educated him.

When you eat, you should take the initiative to divide dishes and separate salads.

You've grown well, Sally. I didn't know that in the last few days, I would no longer be able to reach out to cooking first.

But I'm not happy about that now.

"What's going on?

Sui asked me if I was worried.

"No, I got lost because it looks so delicious"

"Hmm."

When I make a vivid excuse, Sui says with no expression.

And I stabbed the boiled carrot with a fork, which was serving on my plate.

I'm going to give you that ginseng.

"Yes, uh"

"Oh, sui?

"Ahem."

Without even considering my confusion shards, Sui sticks that fork out into my mouth.

Are you out of your mind to feel a little illuminated by your faceless habits?

No, that's good.

At the edge of his sight, he saw Sally's face with a startling look on her face, at the same time.

The carrot came into my mouth.

"... that? Delicious."

I couldn't believe what happened in my mouth.

It's delicious. A sauce made by Sui.

Intense cream-based sauce intertwined with carrot sweetness.

That's the salt that feels moderately thick, without bitterness or spiciness or sourness.

It is just the right salt plum to eat in the morning.

"That? What?"

"Yes, no, I'm not, eh?

Running away from Sui's reprehensible gaze, I reach for my own dish.

Eyeball grill, bacon, soup and bread.

All of them are delicious.

It's edible, not on any level, it's purely delicious.

"Oh, delicious. It's delicious, Sue!

"Thanks."

To my surprise, Sui thanked me pale.

They were observing me, and Rye and Oyaji get their hands on a fearful meal, too.

"Ugh, shh! Yummy!?"

"It's true! What's going on!?

And each one of them had a voice of amazement.

"Hey, what are you so surprised about?

"Oh, yes, gentlemen! You're being rude to Mr. Sue!

The two of us watching our reactions sideways tell them to blame.

Happy with the words, I caught a glimpse of Sui's expression.

"... well, I know what they thought"

Sui says, pointing his lips, as if he were a little obstinate.

I felt sorry for myself, and I honestly bowed my head.

"Yes, no. I'm sorry. I was wondering if it was payback for what I did yesterday."

"... Well, I'm not saying I didn't do anything..."

Sui returned it softly and Mr. Oyaji's pressure increased slightly.

But before I deal with it, Sue tells me with a clear voice.

"But what the total always says"

"... me?

"He said think about how they feel. So I just did the right thing."

Think about how they feel.

That's certainly what I'm talking about. No, it's what I'm telling myself.

Always be in the other person's shoes when making something, when doing something.

If this one doesn't think about them, they can't be happy.

"But what the hell does that have to do with breakfast...?

"... flavoring. Not my taste, but my overall taste."

"Ah."

After that proclamation, Sui turned that way, looking only slightly illuminated.

I was just a little happy to hear how she felt.

"... hmm"

Sally, who watched the exchange in a frightened manner, pinches her mouth in disinterest.

"That's good, but don't you want to eat fast? I'm here for breakfast, not to see the curse."

For one thing, I wanted to hold my head by accident.

Do you not understand the meaning of the actions that Sui practiced?

I decided to explain to one of my disciples,

"Sally. You don't know what it's like to be sui? This breakfast is a sign of Sue's own will to make cocktails."

"Huh?"

"Yes?"

To my proclamation, each of Sally and Suey makes a bewildered voice.

"I don't know what caused yesterday, but Sui practiced what I've always said. That, as a bartender, is her willingness to grow. In other words, Sui was inspired by the two of us to set an example for the two of us," Cocktail. "

"Sally. There's a change, so eat up."

"I understand."

In the process of explaining how I feel about Sui.

That or that sui was blocking the conversation and recommending Sally to replace him.

"What, sui? I don't know what it's like to think about Sally right now."

"The total is a little more, learn the art of thinking about the feelings of others"

The words I tried to speak for were just slashed and thrown away by the Sui himself at the time.

Is that weird?

I was just normally making 'cocktails' yesterday, and if something yesterday caused it, naturally it's 'cocktails'.

Even though linking that fact to today's actions inevitably leads only to that answer.

As I was releasing the question mark, Mr. Oyaji, sitting next to me, put his hand on my head.

"Oh, you know? Mr. Oyaji?"

"At a time like this. Whether you're happy or angry, you're lost."

Said Mr. Oyaji with a blue muscle on his forehead and still a face that seemed heartfelt happy.

I can't explain myself.

"No, no, it's a matter of Swiss will."

"... I knew you'd be angry"

But my answer seemed to disturb Mr. Oyaji.

After that, he finished a questionable breakfast while holding his critical grip on his aching head.

Well, it's a holiday.

Let's do the appointments.