The food brought here is a potato-focused repertoire. Bad with a very unsolicited image, but with potatoes, bacon, onions and wieners, it overlaps with the German image that was in my head.
There are other dishes and breads lined up like pizza with flour.
He asked in advance at the dining room and had them cook for him at this time.
The accompanying drink is wine. Red, white possibly cheap wine. In addition to that, strange tea with a shoga flavor, etc.
It should be noted that Iberis was advised to juice, as a matter of course, and had refused to do so and reached for wine.
"Sorry to show you something ugly earlier. Are you having fun?
Mouth to mouth the dishes seasoned with salt, pepper, etc. in the potatoes I boiled, I heard Albao working the crisp.
Albao asks me a favor, as he is a little shy of the shameful behavior of the manager earlier.
"Yes, of course. And don't worry much about what happened earlier."
"No, well, embarrass the customer..."
"For the next two months, I feel like I'm about the partner I'm going to research with. On the contrary, I'd appreciate it if you could show me what you're doing."
When I laughed as I said, Albao also returned a stiff grin.
To him like that, I suggest one thing.
"After all, why don't you stop saluting?
"Huh?"
When I suggest it, Albao looks a little cheeky. Still, I don't hesitate to continue.
"Probably about the same age, right? First half of twenty."
"Yeah, well, it's twenty-three"
"Then I'm really the same age. Because I'm twenty-three."
"Heh... that's a coincidence"
Words surprise me, but also make Albao seem just a little happy.
The fact that the years were the same seems to have sprouted something a little bit like federation.
"Then it's easier not to shy away from each other - to be honest, you're comfortable with yourself, aren't you? Even Albao would be tired if he used salutations the same age all the time, wouldn't he?
I'm not dealing with customers. and add it in my heart.
Albao exhaled as if he'd given up after a slightly more difficult look.
"Okay, total. Is this it?
"Ooh. Thanks again, Albao"
With Albao's approval, I just broke this tone.
Actually, the moment I change from salutation to mouth, I'm just a little nervous. I'm still a novice in interpersonal relationships, too.
"So, I'd like to ask you again, what was Mr. Holly supposed to explain earlier?
"Oh. Shall I explain?"
Albao explained 'White Oak' there and this' Holly Lab 'thing to me.
Anyway, they subdivide this' White Oak 'research system.
First, the 'Director' Appalachian who sums it all up.
And there is a gathering called "The Laboratory," which tops each group, including its Appalachians. The number of laboratories is currently eight.
The policy of laboratory research is entrusted to the respective department heads. And you think this "Holly Lab" is a new place in the lab?
Among the laboratories, there are several more groups, each carrying out its own research that was in the colour of the "laboratory"?
"So does the research on" Aging Potion "feel like a theme for this lab?"
"No, I'm in most labs right now, stopping the original research, but I'm working on the 'mature potion' research."
"Heh? Why?
"... I'll explain that later. Hey, there's a reason."
When I stepped in, Albao said no with a slightly troubled face.
It's not what we talk about at the welcome party, is it?
"Well, more than that, yes. Is the food warm in your mouth?
It was clearly a tone that changed the subject. I won't go against it either.
I once again included in my mouth the potatoes I was taking on my plate.
"Not bad. Yeah, yummy."
"I'm relieved. If that dish doesn't suit your mouth, the use of the dining room will be painful."
I also feel it tastes a little dark, but not as much as I care.
Well, compared to the dishes made by Rye and Oyaji, the fact that I also feel inadequate may just mean that I'm hungry for the taste of home.
Albao was just a little relieved by my sentiments, while staring at other points to cloud his expression slightly.
"... don't you have much to drink?
"... that, haha"
I didn't positively affirm it, but it could have passed on in that reaction.
The glass of white wine that I now own has not diminished much.
"Sorry. I was able to accommodate the food once, but the alcohol... I could only prepare cheap food"
"No, no. Because I just want to thank you for getting me ready!
As I said, I took a sip of that white wine to mind.
It's sour and sour.
What irritates your mouth is the feeling of being young. May I say roughness? I also thought when I had a different wine before, but the liquor in this world is not sophisticated.
I wasn't on the winemaking side, I was on the winemaking side. So I can't specifically explain what I'm missing.
Still, I can tell you by the taste. Sour, rough, and not deep enough.
I remembered with my tongue all the cheap things that I use for cocktail crackers about Earth's wine, but I don't even come across the flavor that goes beyond it.
This is cheap, if they say so......
"... all in all, it has a strong acidity, awkward aroma and tongue feel"
"This is tough."
Albao was grinning bitterly at the words he said with so much feeling that he didn't have to hear them.
This bitter laughter is a habit that may be a little similar to Phil's.
"I have a pure question, do you have the idea of chilling wine and drinking it?
"It's winter, and I think it's good and cold,"
"No, I didn't, and that's what I used the 'refrigerator' for, like"
"... refrigerator."
To see Albao's seemingly difficult face, 'refrigerators' are still not common in this world. It's expensive.
But if it stays that way, will we have to be friends with this wine?
I thought, "Hmm, I thought I'd give it a try."
"Just for a moment, can I go back to my room? I need to get something for you."
Return to the room and secure the object. It's one of the things I brought as a souvenir.
With it, we push through the darkened outdoors and rely solely on our memories to head to the middle conference room earlier.
Although indoors, there is also cold air in the hallway. I want to get into a warm room soon.
When I thought I had finally arrived, I heard a contentious voice coming from across the door of my destination.
I wondered if Guinura was calling me not yet out of touch with reality, but when I opened the door, I realized that was my fault.
"Can you afford to be doing this, Holly?
"It's all right, Senior Cecil."
I open the door and come in. I gather the same gaze. But that gaze quickly returned to the center again.
It is Holly, the head of this facade, and a strange man who are arguing.
No, it's just strange men on this occasion, but strange men among them.
Tall. A man with thin blonde hair, high nose and a smooth body. But the eye area is quite sharp, reminiscent of a strict character. When I was in my mid-thirties, was it?
Such is his abominable glance at Holly, while his voice is absurd.
"For the most part, I thought I'd made a meeting room reservation, and it's ridiculous that this is such a banquet noise"
"Oh, so I applied for it, and I got my permission."
"I say that's strange. If it's a welcoming party, you can take the store you want."
"You know we don't have that kind of money in our lab, right?
Holly looks terribly relaxed, in contradiction to a man with a frustrating look on his face - who was certainly called Cecil.
I snuck off, put what I had on the table, and asked the man I was watching faraway to explain the situation.
The man involved is Cecil Augus. One of the "room managers" of the eight labs here in "White Oak".
And that Cecil lab, apparently, has Holly lab in sight.
Why?
"By and large, it was a mistake in the first place to go to a quality review because of the results of a weak laboratory that didn't pay much for such research either. At the end of the day, you miss the highest rating."
Well, that seems to be the case.
Submitted by 'White Oak' at the last review was' Aged Potion 'produced by Holly.
And without it, the announcement of "White Oak," it seems, was Cecil's study. He said, "Achievements in keeping with tradition".
In other words, Cecil needs to care that Holly missed the top of the line, a quote that deprived Holly of the opportunity to present her research.
Totally, it's a rebellion.
"Hey, even though I said I missed the highest rating, I got the Best Award once, didn't I?
"What's it worth to you two? Losing is losing. You said you missed the top of the list at the 'White Oak' meeting, but you don't feel responsible?
"Excuse me. It's not nice."
I apologize for the shape alone, Holly, but the tone is mild. It just looks like the wind that is flushing Cecil's anger.
Apparently, these two exchanges didn't even begin yesterday today. So the face of Holly's lab also seems to have a degree of feeling that it won't be over soon.
Except for one.
"Your mouth is too much, Chief Cecil! You can say that because you haven't actually seen that time!
It was Albao who watered the argument.
He roughs his voice to shelter Holly and stares at Cecil.
"... Mr. Albao. Same thing... why are you..."
Cecil looks at Albao and gets a slightly bitter look.
But it's also a flash. I immediately changed that look and told him chilly.
"Other than that, I can't help but lose if I can't help myself with pure research results. But she lost to" The Store That Got The Highest Rating For Incense. "Given the history of the potion, this is a myriad of things."
When the words sounded, the air in the field solidified with pissilli.
There are people out there who care about me.
I took that gaze and stepped forward again.
deliberately, with footsteps.
Cecil's gaze suits me suddenly coming forward.
I smile, I smile, I say.
"Hi. I'm just here to introduce you to the evening fog total of" Sui's Potion Shop ". I'll leave it with you later."
I've already switched it on in my mind.
I must be smiling perfectly right now.