'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"... I want to, I don't know what else to do. I'd be mad if the bartender did it, but if my family was going to make it, I'd meditate on my eyes for a little while."

"Thank you"

When I lowered my head, Mr. Oyaji suddenly sharpened his eyes and pointed at me.

"And one more thing from me. Use respect while you're at work. But you used a salute on me outside of work. That's family too, isn't it?

"... uh, that's it"

When I was distracted by the boulder, Mr. Oyaji became grumpy again.

"Ah? You're not, are you? That's one word there, isn't it?" Okay. "

I'm lost.

I felt that was a decisive word in a way.

I felt that saying it was about taking a step over something important about me.

But maybe that's good too.

I thought so, just a little bit.

"I get it. Oyaji."

I push and kill the lights.

Then he peeled his eyes off just a little bit after nodding.

"Who's your father-in-law? Who forgave you that much!?

"I didn't tell you!? You got it! You got it, Mr. Oyaji! This is it!?

What is this trap?

But after I said it, Mr. Oyaji laughed out loud that it was.

I realize that half of the reaction was a joke.

They caught me and I laughed a little bit too.

"Well, I'll have the next one, then. One of those drinks has to have a punch. Look at that. I'm so drunk."

After a stuffing, Mr. Oyaji lets you try to spread your arms fine.

But the drunkenness is obviously turning because I screamed and moved. It even looks spicier standing than earlier.

That said, that's not what I found out.

A bartender would care, but when you're drinking at home, you can forget about it.

"Okay. Okay, I'll make another drink. Feels good in a similar way...... good?

"I'll take care of it. Like I said, drink. Then you're up there."

Copy that.

After that, I dried the 350 ml ale bottle I had on hand.

A single drink of carbonation on boulders is a strain on your throat. After lightening up, I took a seat.

Even if I come to the workbench, there's no way Mr. Oyaji's going back to his seat.

"What's going on... right? Nothing. You can go back to your seat."

"Because of that. It's good to see your movements from the inside out once or so."

"It's so lame."

I say it with a little shyness, but Mr. Oyaji slammed my head slightly.

"Just do it," he calls me, and I reply "Yes, yes," which is in the customer service business.

"I'm gonna stay away from you for a second. - Get away from me."

Yeah, I'm not used to not using respect anymore.

Every time I correct it, I feel embarrassed and embarrassed.

Said Mr. Oyaji, honestly a little away, so I don't have to worry about being put to work.

Another drink in a similar way.

When I said that, the answer had already been decided.

I first prepared two glasses.

Two glasses of the same size.

A relatively large, elongated glass, said to be Collins Glass.

After wiping them both with a clean cloth, I placed them side by side on the workbench.

After that, prepare the ingredients.

Open the freezer and remove the large, squared ice for regular cocktails.

In addition to that, the base liquor to be used is' rum '-' salam '.

Lemon juice from the fridge and ginger ale from earlier.

And shakers don't forget to prepare them either. I got one that's a little bigger.

Well, there's another syrup in the ingredients. Syrup, okay?

It's a formal recipe, but I prefer to save it for my personal taste.

He's not a bartender right now, so will you give priority to your preferences?

"Mr. Oyaji. I'm good, huh?

"Do as you please. I'm not complaining about anything. Except for Swiss specials."

Complain about the Swiss special potion. It's dangerous or something.

and unconscious but immediately brought back to work.

After gently washing the lemon fruit, cut vertically with a knife. A sixth cut was prepared in two parts.

Each, remove the tip and the central white area and squeeze into the 30 ml side of the measure cup while gently cutting in.

The fruits, which had finished squeezing the fruit juice, were each placed in a glass as they were.

Make up for the rest with lemon juice and pour 30 ml into the shaker.

Turn the measure over immediately and double the salam in the 45ml person. A total of 90 ml was weighed in.

Stir gently in a bar spoon and place on the back of your hand to see the taste.

The refreshing acidity is alive.

After that, fill the shaker with ice and cover it.

After tightening gently on the workbench, I hit the slab with a cocon and I tried to get into the shake.

When I turned sideways to do so all the time, I noticed that Mr. Oyaji was in front of me.

"... ah"

"... in the way?

"... no, I'm not"

Again, I turn to the front.

If it's big enough, the direction itself is actually good anywhere. The question is from which angle does it look cooler?

And if a shaker falls out of his hand when he's drunk, etc., which direction would the damage be less? I only did it once.

And slowly into the shake.

Larger shakers make it easy to get wasted power in. Wave it lightly, more aware of wrist snaps than usual.

Raise your arms, Kashari. Keep your arms down, Kashari.

It's not just the arm, it's just the elbow of one arm up and down. Doing so allows us to move up and down while avoiding as much wasted power as possible.

The vibrations transmitted and the sounds synchronized to it echo almost unmanned spaces, like the voices of stars glowing in the night sky.

It's complicated, fine, and then it sounds like Rin, that kind of sound.

The temperature transmitted from the fingertips conveys the condition inside.

Soon, I will teach that the infinity in the shaker will show one cohesion.

I finished my shake loose before the cold air came through to my palm.

I opened the lid on the tip of the shaker and poured the liquid inside into two glasses.

Then, the ratio between left and right is about two to eight.

"Hey kid. Different amounts, huh?

"Uh, excuse me. I'm a little crazy on hand because I'm drunk."

"... I want to. I don't know."

To my bad excuse, Mr. Oyaji laughed just a little, as if he was stunned.

That's not a bartender.

Even the family would have some care.

That's all, though, and I'm a little stronger, so I'll figure it out.

I'm going to remove the shaker lid completely and fill two glasses of ice with tongs.

For Mr. Oyaji, ice until about the eighth minute as prescribed.

On the other hand, I only pack up to about half.

If there is less ice, inevitably, the amount of cracking material entering increases.

I'm not aiming for perfection, so this kind of split would be good with ants.

Finally, pour ginger ale into both glasses.

Carbonated beverages are basically carefully poured so as not to hit the ice.

But for those of me with little ice, I poured it a little rampant intentionally. There's also a relationship between ice and carbonation, but first of all, I prefer this cocktail to the slightest carbonation.

Finally, if you steer him up and down twice with a bar spoon and twirl him half a spin, he'll be done.

"Please wait. Boston Cooler."

I deliberately put those two glasses on the counter. It's also a long way from this side to sit in a chair and drink.

Mr. Oyaji walks out of the counter. But along the way. I said boss with my back to me.

"... you're as clever as ever"

"Hi."

I dared just reply lightly.

I cleared the tools again and sat next to the seat Mr. Oyaji had been waiting for first.

And then quietly lift the glass to match the glass he was erecting.

"Well, cheers."

"Cheers."

quieter than that when you were drunk. Ring the glass,

Me and Mr. Oyaji put our mouths on the cocktail at the same time.