"Murasaki, that clothes. Yeah."
"Thank you"
"Don't be too cute"
"Thank you"
"I was so cute, I was mistaken for a middle school student, it's too funny"
Today, Murasaki and I are coming to the curry shop, as promised by the company.
Thanks to the thought that Murasaki was a child, he was almost held back by a couple of exclusive signs. Around carrying an age-sensitive ID card, it seems like a daily tea meal for Murasaki is another source of sadness.
"Mr. Tsuchiya, I'd like to ask you one question about that."
"What?"
"Was the trial of defamation civil, detective?"
"Stop."
Murasaki looks grumpy and cold, staring at the menu chart affixed to the wall. I guess I'm still concerned about the copy of 'Curry Melon Bread' at the bottom, more importantly, written there.
"Ho, 'very popular with kids too'"
"Senior, can you tell us why you bothered to read it in this stream"
"It suits Murasaki. Do it."
"Senior, do you know what Oblate is?
"Thin paper dried alphaized starch. Invented in Europe, in Meiji 35, the Japanese used cold weather to get closer to today..."
"Senior"
"Sorry."
I was stared at with amazing eyes. When Matsu asked me the same thing about the premature maiden, I heard that this cut through.
"Well, I knew Murasaki would have a hard time."
"Thanks for that."
Murasaki is one hundred and forty-five centimeters tall. I remember googling before and only being about the same as the average eleven year old height.
My face is grown up, so I just don't get mistaken for elementary school. but hence the dilemma of how small it stands out and can't be seen by more than high school students.
"This society is irrational. It's irrational."
"Oh, my God."
"I don't like it and it's small. I was properly educated and I work. Society is putting undue pressure on us to dress as children."
Us.
Perhaps they speak for thousands or tens of thousands of child-faced hundreds and forty centimetres (under 1.5) of them nationwide. I think I'm going to get buzzed with the crushing SNS.
"Hmm, but it's not like there's no adult clothes at all, either. What the hell?
"Yes, it's slightly less, but it does."
"If I do..."
Why don't you put that on?
Before I said that, Murasaki, with the kind of eyes I gave up, gave it back to me in a eating mood.
"When you wear it, people around you say, 'It's nice to look like an adult'"
"Even though I'm an adult."
"I'm an adult."
"Sora...... yeah. Oh, my God."
"Senior"
"Ooh."
"If you want to laugh, it's easier for you to laugh with dignity,"
"Ha-ha-ha! What the fuck is that? Stop completely reacting to children!
"Senior"
"Ooh."
"I will never forget the anger and hatred that has now struck my chest."
"It's too unreasonable"
Is this how irrationality makes irrationality, hatred creates hatred? There is no more war from the world.
"Welcome customer, are you ready to order -?
You predicted the timing. The clerk came and took his life. She looks good on a red checked apron, she's my sister with brown hair perms.
"Seniors, please go ahead"
"Ooh, then a large serving of spicy chicken curry and lassie and..."
Looking across the table for a moment, Murasaki is staring at the bottom of the menu again.
So much. Is it so hard to just ask your child for a very popular menu? I also feel like I just care too much.
... No, I'm not the one who decides how spicy it is, am I?
I'm sure Murasaki has felt so hard over and over again before. Everyone has pain that no one else can understand. Accepting "childish" for Murasaki may involve pain I can't imagine.
Then it's also the senior's job to distract him for a little while.
"... Curry melon bread sounds interesting too. Two, please."
"Senior...?
Don't worry about it.
I really hope you don't look at me with a surprised face. If they looked like that, no one would be able to ignore them.
"Yes, I did. So what's your customer's order?
"Oh, with curry melon bread"
Hey, yo?
"What? You mean five to go with you?
"Yes, so please"
"Wow, I get it. Please wait until you can."
"Murasaki-wee?
I said grandiose. My compassion wasn't even conveyed by fine dust.
What was the face I had in mind until just now?
"What is it?"
"You're popular with kids, resistance to asking for menus and all that."
"... I'm used to it, already"
"Oh well. I heard you were evil."
Far away. I have distant eyes. He looks back at the training ground that has been exceeded, like a comic stripper of war.
In twenty-two years of my life, I guess I overcame the same spiciness. Are you already feeling no pain or thinking you're not feeling it?
Either way, it seems that other people's pain is something they don't understand.
"But you were also concerned about the seniors. I can't believe I asked for both."
"Ooh. Sort of."
I can't tell you. I can't normally say I meant one with you.
"Thanks to you, it's just a little easier to ask. Thanks for your help."
"... right"
Well, let's just say it didn't seem like a total waste. Murasaki (this guy) is also kind of the kind of person who accumulates, and it's important to dissipate.
But two extra melons of bread in the curry.
Two extra challenging melon breads for a large selection of curries.
What do you think?
"The bill will be two thousand thirty yen."
In a rambling way, the human tongue is able to feel 'oil' as delicious.
Curry is an example of this, and Curry Roo is an oil condenser of curry flour and flour. It is delicious and natural because even more oil is used to fry the curry bread. Matthieu's going to be familiar with that area, so I'm going to ask him if I get a chance.
Anyway, what do you want to say?
"That was better than I expected, seniors"
"Ooh."
Curry melon bread, was delicious.
The devil's amalgamated bread that the bread dough was filled with curry, covered with cookie dough and baked. I wondered what it was like, but this unexpectedly made sense.
A treat called cookie is made by cooking flour and sugar in butter. That's how much I know.
And as mentioned, curry flour and curry flour are cooked with oil.
Yes, Curry Lou and Cookies seem to be quite another food, and they're actually close. After a miracle encounter, they were reincarnated into a new goddess named Curry Melon Bread.
"Melon bread with more butter instead of fried and adjusted sweetness so as not to quarrel with curry. It was brilliant."
"Thank you!
"Is this store a better idea?
"Yes," The Future of Curry is Frontier "is the manager's cliché. I'm exploring combinations with all kinds of dishes and ingredients."
"I see?"
"The experimental kitchen is decorated with paintings by Ganesha God"
"I see!"
What kind of cliché? What kind of kitchen?
Or what kind of god is Ganesha? It sure looks like an elephant's head got on a human......
"Well... is curry melon bread Ganesha..."
"Senior, what's wrong?
"No, I don't know... I'll talk to you later..."
Well, I just said how delicious it is. So it's oil-on oil. There is a proper amount of everything.
Exactly two extras to a large assortment of curries were tough. I ate, though.
"Because I can't and I eat most of it. No melon bread exists to make people suffer, right?
Vinyl bags with curry melon bread are fluttering in Murasaki's hands saying something spectacular.
No matter how much Murasaki likes melon bread, will he enter that little body as many as three?
Murasaki approached me with anxiety while fighting a critical battle and went into the action of getting a take-home bag for the clerk where he ate two. It seems normal for a bakery with an eat-in.
I don't see much in a curry shop, but I didn't ask for anything difficult. The clerk also agrees, and Murasaki is completing his own accounting with a satisfied look.
"By the way, this is a couple of exclusive curry shops, right?
"Yes, that's how we do it"
"Before that, I heard it was a regular curry shop, and even before that, it was a green curry shop. Why are you changing it so much?
"Uh, is that it?"
I was concerned about that, too. Last time I came here, I missed asking, but I want to hear why I change my specialization so often.
"That's right, the manager pays tribute to Ganesha God too"
"Too?"
"She got hooked on replacing the store's face, or sign,"
"I see!"
"No, that's rather disrespectful!... Akan, I feel like shouting out loud"
It was a lot of unexpected reasons, but if that's the case, the genre will keep changing. It's also curry bound.
"I understand the circumstances. But I think curry melon bread can be done with pride in Indus civilization. I'll be back for dinner, so go on."
"I just want to...... Thanks, the sale dropped after I limited it to a couple. Why..."
"That's strange......?
Two women to think about. I'm roaring small to see if I can find a way to open it.
No, I think at least one of the reasons is obvious...... I don't want to speak up anymore, so I'll keep my mouth shut. I won't let you out. I won't let you out.
"As the customer said, I don't think it tastes bad."
"Right."
"I can't deny the feeling of gettin 'the name, but there's no reason to keep it for couples only and then back off."
"Yeah, whatever it is, it's melon bread. Melon bread should be sold."
I'm not going in there.
"I also appealed by writing the selling complaint firmly on the menu..."
"I can't have it personally, but it's important to take the kids in, right?"
"Should I even try stuffing it with tapioca..."
"It's a basin, stuffed with mochi rice and calf-style..."
"Hmm."
"Uh-huh."
"... No, there's a menu that's very popular with kids without a couple of exclusive stores. It stinks too much."
"Ha!"
"If you ask me............!!
Well, I have a voice. Disgusting.
"Yes, no, ha. Exactly. Neither of us would make that stupid mistake. It's deliberate, deliberately!
"That's right, Senior."
"... or"
If I stay here any longer, I will decimate and die socially. Die socially in 'Cause of Death: Overdose of Bokeh'. Better disperse early.
"Let's go, Murasaki..."
"Yes, senior. I hope the clerk sells better too."
"Oh, thank you. Another visit.... Store Manager, oh my god! We made a huge miscalculation..."
At the same time as I left the glass door, I heard a noise from behind me. Well, I'm pretty sure it's a delicious curry shop, and if this improves sales, fine.
"We'll come back, seniors."
"Ooh."
To the shining sun, the heat from the asphalt. We walked out to the station as we were even semi-dead in the heat of sweat seeping into our shirts in an instant.
Murasaki, who walks in front, sometimes makes sure he is happy with the melon bread in the bag. The expression is thin and hard to understand, but it probably makes me happy. Looks like you enjoyed it. Above all.
... Tonight, let's do something like that. Let's do that.