'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Enjoy, then!

As Rye hung up, it was time for us to reach for the dish.

I don't know much about the names of the dishes lined up.

Many omelette-like dishes, with aromatic cheese-pie-style dishes. Salad-like and tomato-based soup. And it's like a cake with nuts.

Essentially, the amount of fresh ingredients will decrease between this period and winter. If so, would it be a luxurious meal to say that it is the last one in line here this year?

More importantly, with the exception of dessert cakes, all dishes that use fire are incredibly warm. Rye's hand is inside, almost simultaneously finishing a different dish from the method of cooking.

And I can't help but say how I feel about how I look forever. I have egg dishes in my mouth. Fluffy texture and vegetables from Hokuhoku. And moderate salt is good.

"Ooh, yummy!

If you put your heart out in your mouth without covering it up, Rye, who was staring at me, will play his voice.

"Pfft! It will!"

He looks happier, and he just laughs at me for not telling him how it is.

I snort at such an honest change in her expression.

I reach out to other dishes to meet her smile. All are well balanced, including baking, subtraction and seasoning. There is harmony in each.

Best delicious dish, rather than a whole bunch of desks. There is no way it tastes bad because there is technology conceded by Mr. Oyaji.

I thought I'd say what I felt all the time.

"Oh, really, Rye..."

"Stop!"

And she blocked my words with a muddled look.

Then look out for all the Vermuts on the spot. They all had a frightened face and nodded.

"... what the hell"

"Yes, it's a problem. What was the word that the total thought of going on after" Really, Rye... "

The question was directed at everyone but me, and the three of them answered without time to think.

"Be a good wife"

"Be a good wife"

"Be a good wife"

…………

Sui is almost faceless. Mr. Oyaji slightly cracked his forehead. And Neune is frowning as if frightened.

Rye checked the answer and then asked me.

"So, total, the answer is"

"... nothing."

"The total, really?

Unable to respond to Rye's sigh, I solemnly carry dish dishes into my mouth.

No, but it's really delicious, handy, and I can do anything but cook chores. It's even brighter, she's fine, and besides, she's cute.

With all this, you'll be a good daughter-in-law, won't you?

and stretch a fork out onto a plate of salad while defending my mouth, which moves semi-automatically.

The plate was lowered to Rye, and the fork cut the sky in vain.

"... Um, Rye?

"Total. No eating until properly complimented in your own words"

"... Yep"

Nico smiling Rye, but I think these places are sisters and similiar.

If you don't like something, you don't give in.

But even within doing so, the delicious food in front of me disappears. Sui and Neune eat salads well, so the consumption of vegetables is intense.

I mean! Why can't I eat without telling you what I think!

"You said it was delicious."

"I'm a bartender, so not only is it delicious, but I want you to explain it properly."

"Bartenders don't do food repos..."

My minor protest has naturally been overheard.

I had no choice but to include tomato soup in my mouth, the only dish divided into people. Fortunately, soup is just a little bit within the jurisdiction because it's a drink.

Roll the liquid over your tongue that is likely to burn you if you are not careful, chew and swallow root vegetable-based ingredients such as carrots and potatoes.

"You're comfortable with the sourness of the tomatoes the moment they're in your mouth. The flavour is exquisite, not too intense, while reasonably stimulating to the hungry stomach. I can drink just that because I can feel the salt air from Bouillon, and even with other dishes, it has an exquisite thin flavour that doesn't kill off the flavour. You also know that there are a wide variety of ingredients and you care about your health. I thought Rye, who could even think of that, would be a good daughter-in-law in the future."

The thoughts that first came to mind were summed up and spoken. In return, I did it again with my daughter-in-law.

Ni laughs at Rye, who is a little kyotoned by the word.

"So I'm never saying it unfounded, but turns out it's 'be a good daughter-in-law' as a result of aggregating them, get it...?

Along the way, I get weak on my tone.

'Cause I thought. The ray in front of me said he was going to regret it. But it wasn't.

Quite seriously, he blushed and lay his eyes down in embarrassment.

"... can I have it, or won't I, or something?

"Oh, yeah."

"Can I eat?

"Mmm."

Rye said that briefly. Reaching for the salad I'm afraid of won't let Rye lower the plate.

but at the sleigh of my wrist I stretched, a fork pierced me.

Too fast, I felt like I heard the sound of Dan late.

"... Um, Mr. Oyaji, I'm taking the plate off."

"I'm sorry. I was surprised."

Oh, yeah! I didn't do anything wrong!

But that's it. Your daughter seemed to dictate, didn't she? I'm sorry.

After Mr. Oyaji puts a glance at me, he takes the salad again.

"Ugh! Father, you're behaving badly!

"Oh."

Rye, who had been watching in part the whole time, was craving Mr. Oyaji for what it felt like to say Meh.

It's a much lighter way of liking it. I was about to get my wrist pierced.

Where I tried to lower my fearful hand, Sui said blush even more.

"... I can cook as much as I can"

…………

What? I don't want to say anything about this. Whether I affirm it or deny it, it's going to be a hassle.

Of course, if Sui were asked if it was possible to cook, it would be possible.

In fact, there's nothing wrong with her technology. Cooking is the same as chemical experiments. I will not fail if I do not mistake the dosage and procedure.

But just like the experiment, if you do something that you can't predict data, you don't know what's going to happen.

And Sui is the type of experimenter who actively pursues something new.

It's hard for me to affirm cheaply and repeat the experiment. But denying it makes it solid, and it also makes it difficult to repeat the experiment. That, you're stuffed either way. This.

"... I think there's something good about Sui."

As a result, it was decided that it would be best to flush it in unusual terms. but now sui doesn't seem willing to be flushed by it.

He turns his gaze to me for making a far-fetched statement, and he says it in a tone of inquiry.

"Specifically?

Specifically, what do you ask in this dining room...?

"... you're gonna drink my cocktail or something delicious?

And the first one that came out was Sole.

You're an asshole. No one's asking you that. And, you stick it into yourself in your brain.

I'm trying to fix it, but I can't think of a good way to follow it.

I guess I didn't like the air at the table like that. Noine, who was on the spot and distracted the bystander, saw a loud sigh.

"Sui. This man's statement will have no great significance. You're like a child, too."

"... and I know"

Apparently, Neune put out a help boat.

I exhale. If I had continued any longer, I would have been painted with shame.

Really, the grammar is too different to please a store customer and a girl with a close subtle pattern.

I wish someone could tell me how to stand around in these situations.

"Sister, I wish I could make it normal without putting in a weird arrangement"

"It's not a weird arrangement, it's worth a try"

"Think in common sense... cooking doesn't want progress, it wants deliciousness..."

At the edge of my sight, my unconscious sisters were making amicable remarks.

The two of us didn't have the look of seriousness just now, and I feel sorry for them, but they were so horrible.

Two, you two realize what I'm looking at.

Rye laughed as if he was flashing at her, and Sui turned to her face.

Seeing those sisters, I was beginning to think with my head:

He said if I didn't make something in return than let Rye cook me something like this.