The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"Hello, Wazu! Nice to see you again today. - Wow!

A cheerful voice echoed in the kitchen of the "swordfish" coffee shop where lunch was being prepared. The Lord of Voices came in through the back door with a blonde boy with fox ears - Fidel. Roland speaks out with a bitter look as he continued to peel the sanaoria (carrot) used for lunch.

"You keep your mouth shut at last. Yikes! Can't you come in a little quieter!

"Newspaper sales are not cheerful! Well, you're the one who has to stop, right?

To Roland's evil, Fidel also says it back unbeaten. They show each other their teeth, and they still seem to be working together. Takumi enters between gently.

"Both of you. I hope you're well, but you'll hear it all the way to the hall. Mr. Fidel, would you like to go for a glass of milk again today?

"Bruised! You're welcome. Soo!

Fidel bows deeply to Takumi, while respectfully receiving the milk. Whether that appearance touched the survey, Roland began to whisper bumps.

"Damn, if I swallowed milk now, I wouldn't grow taller..."

"Huh! Big Rabbit!"

"Oh, my God, I'm so busy with chicken fox habits!

Again, the kitchen is wrapped in bad air, but the takumi is still stuck.

"Yes, yes, let's keep it that far, shall we? Look, Roland, if you look around, you're gonna get hurt."

To Takumi's point, Roland rushes to see at hand. Did you enjoy the rush, Fidel is laughing a lot.

"Look, Mr. Fidel, if you don't settle for yesterday's minutes soon, the train will come. Wouldn't it piss you off if you weren't properly prepared?

"Excuse me! Then please do as usual. Shh!

Fidel passes a single document to Takumi. That document, which reads "Order", contained the type and number of copies of the newspaper to be purchased today, as well as their respective amounts. Takumi checks the contents of the documents again and sums the amounts.

"That's a total of 80 copies of today's order, 1120 pesta. So, can I keep it for you?

"Sure!

Fidel takes the bag out of her pocket and jarring the money out of her contents. Most of them are copper coins with only a few notes in them. When Takumi receives three 100 pesta notes from Fidel and six white copper coins worth 50 pesta, and a large quantity of copper coins worth 520 pesta minutes, she checks the accounts again for errors. Then, after opening a bill book with horizontal paper slightly larger than the 100 pesta note available on hand and writing the amount and signature on one of them, he severed the half ticket.

"Yes, 1120 pesta, I did keep it. Please do not redeem this bill of exchange when you receive it"

"Thank you very much! Then let me go home first!

When Takumi handed over the bill of exchange to Fidel, Fidel, after a gratuity, headed from the back door to the home at a glance. Behind that, Roland offends three times.

"Oh, you don't have to come anymore. - Whoa!

From afar, damn it! I hear voices. Takumi, who watched the interaction between the two smiles like that, speaks out to Roland when he cleans up the money he deposited from Fidel into a handheld safe for management.

"Well, I'll keep planting some more. Roland can't beat Fidel, can he?

"You can't beat him like that! Sanaolia, it's over! Next, please!

"Yes, yes, then, since it's time for the patter to boil up, should I have it crushed? Watch out for burns."

"You know what I mean! Then I'll finish it smoothly and put it down!

The clock needle was almost eleven o'clock and it was time to start getting ready to pick up the arrival train. Takumi confirmed the work of Lorando, which had become much more reliable than it had been at first, and then spoke up and headed to the ticket slot with a handheld safe.

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"Mmm, it's delicious today! Roland's here with his arms up!

Nyarch, who bribes between lunch sales, smiles satisfactorily as he shakes his cat ears with a pimple. Usual bribery often diverts some of my lunches, but lately I've been combining culinary practice and letting Roland make it sometimes. Today's bribe is a lightly toasted cornbread sandwich with thinly sliced, crispy smoked meat, finely chopped lettuce and sliced tomatoes.

"Thank you, Mr. Nyarch!

It was a slightly nervous face, Roland, but gives Nyarch's words a relieved look. Takumi, whose work is done, also reaches for the sandwich and nods, yeah, yeah.

"Bacon... the smoked meat is crisp so it doesn't burn properly, and the overall balance is good. Who toasted the bread lightly?

"I thought it would be more crisp and fragrant... could it not?

Roland peeks anxiously at Takumi.

"No, it's a good idea. However, whether you should toast it or not is compatible with ingredients sandwiched inside, so let's keep trying a lot."

"Roger that!

Roland responds with a cheerful reply, as usual. In the words seemed to be full of joy to be able to cook, to be told that the food was delicious. Takumi thought about leaving one “job” to Roland, remembering just a little bit of the past that she had that time of year too...

"Nyarch, if you can bribe today, do you think you can serve Roland's dishes to customers?

"Um, there's still some rough shredding, but I've already said it's not a problem. Oh, could it be about the example thing?

"Yeah, I thought I'd leave that order to Roland at this point."

"That's such a good idea!

Unable to see the contents of the two conversations, Roland watches the two conversations with a fitting mark in his eyes. Takumi, who realizes how it is, speaks to Roland.

"Oh, excuse me. You didn't see the story at all. No, Roland, I'm going to leave you with one job."

"Heh? What is it?

I haven't seen the story yet. Roland stares at Takumi as he eats in.

"As a matter of fact, I was being consulted by some about whether I could take out some clustered number of lunches. Previously, sometimes orders had been received, but lunch sales were ready, and I was anxious to see if I could get around to it every day, so I had to wait a little while."

To Takumi's words, Roland nods humbly. Takumi continues her words.

"But there's something remarkable about Roland's recent work. Lunch preparations have been smoother and more affordable. Besides, even one bribe today has reached a level that we can offer our customers enough. So you want this order, Roland, to be the focus and take it, how about it?

Roland expressed surprise all over his body with his eyes open and his ears peaned. And I couldn't hide my anxiety in the big job that suddenly came down.

"Are you okay with me?

"If you don't think you can, I'm not talking to you. However, it doesn't mean less lunch planting work so far, so I'm pretty sure it's a big deal. You should review the steps a little, and in some cases, you might want to have a little more time to get them to work here. But I still think we can handle it."

Takumi speaks gently to Roland with the usual glowing look. Roland expressed his determination by looking straight at Takumi, although he had been bowing and cruising for a while, at last he was willing.

"... let me do it! I'll do my best! Thank you for your guidance!

"Of course, it's going to be tougher than ever."

"I'll take care of the tasting! Roland, I thought you were making a lot of delicious food."

To Nyarch's swallowing words, both Takumi and Roland were relieved of the tension at once, and the whole kitchen was engulfed with laughter. Takumi stroked Nyarch's head pompously, now she spoke out to try to do another good job and went back to work.

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A few days later, Roland rushed to the 'swordfish' half an hour earlier than usual. Today is finally the day to prototype the take-out menu and get “order owners” to try it - the first day for Roland that 'customers' will eat their own dishes. Roland wraps around a cafe apron and carefully washes his hands when he finishes the oven stove fire, the first job entrusted to him by Takumi. Not so much, Takumi came back to the kitchen after finishing work on the station building.

"Good morning! Prepare the oven, okay!

"Yes, good morning. Well, let's get this over with and start making sandwiches after that."

"Roger that!

Takumi and Roland will continue to work on a good lunch. After consultation between the two of us, it was decided that Roland would respond to the new take-out order by coming half an hour earlier than before. Also, the take-out portion of the recipe was a hassle-free maneuver by making up your mind the day before, and matching that with the ingredients to the lunch menu as much as possible.

Roland will proceed with the undermining of vegetable-focused ingredients, and in parallel, Takumi will proceed with the production of the main dishes and the finishing of the soup. The kitchen is filled with good aromas of soup and spices. Fidel emerged from the back door, as if caught by it.

"Hello, Wazu! You've been working on it since early today. You'll be hungry if they smell like this."

Fidel flicks her nose and indulges in the scent of the kitchen. Was it caught in the scent, or the sound of gu rang from Fidel's stomach.

"It was made earlier today. It's a bummer here, so can it be in the form of a procedure at the station building?

"Of course! Over here, I'm going to be too hungry to eat that big rabbit over there!

From Roland, what the hell! voice is returned, but there is no way Fidel cares. Takumi calls out to Roland.

"Then you'll be ready for the ticket work as it is, so I'll leave this to you. When you're done, thank you for getting ready."

"Roger that! Please take your little fox with you!

As always, Roland and Fidel stick together, watching over the two like that, while Takumi took Fidel to the station building.

Left alone in the kitchen, Roland quickly completed the rest of the work below and finally took to 'cooking for customers'. Today's tasting means only one meal. For the first time, a "customer” eats a dish he makes from scratch… that makes his body tremble because of nervousness. Once the knife in his hand was placed on the slab, Roland took a big, deep breath, calmed his feelings, and went on to cook.

(Ok! Let's do it!

Roland places the bright red pimiento on the slab and chops it from seed to seed. Next, prepare a small bowl, into which you add red wine, sugar, honey, salt, moistened down the roots of the hen-hybre (ginger), and the earlier minced pimiento, plus a homemade ketchup sauce to mix well. When I lick the pello with just one drop of the mixed sauce on the back of my hand, the sweetness of honey and sugar and the rich taste of ketchup are added to the irritating spiciness of the spicy pimiento. Although the alcohol flavor is stronger because it is not on fire, it has the same flavor as Roland intended.

(Yeah, now the sauce is Josh. Now it's our turn)

Then Roland sets fire to the rocket stove. Place an iron frying pan on top of it and, where moderately warmed, make sure to apply the fat part of the pig to soak up the oil. Then, cover the pork sliced thinly and left flavored with a mixture of arrow (comedy) flour and corn flour throughout and arrange in a frying pan. The sound of being able to play patsy from inside the frying pan makes the powdered pork creep into a fox color.

(All right, that's about it)

When Roland confirms that the baking colour is firmly on both sides, he momentously puts the sauce he had just made into the frying pan. From the frying pan, the hot air rises all at once along with the sound of a jewel, surrounded by a fragrant scent. Roland tangled plenty of sauce boiled down as he turned the meat upside down with a thong and pulled it up onto the bat.

And then the last finish.

Roland places the cornbread on the slab and slices it for two sheets at a thickness of about one finger. Then, toast gently in the grill of the oven stove for only a short time, placing one sheet on the slab. On a bread with a slightly scorching and fragrant aroma, slice it with a light-green retuga that has been chipped and dehydrated to put on a white seboria that has drained the spiciness from exposure to water, and then overlay it with a bright red tomato that has been sliced by holding just a little thickness on top. Then cut the pork you just baked into pieces to fit the bread width, tangle the sauces together again, and then arrange them to lay over the tomatoes. Put another sliced bread on it at the end and then gently hold it down with your hands, causing the whole thing to blend while compressing just a little bit.

(Well, I guess it worked...)

Roland grabs the knife with a tense face. What would I do if I hadn't done well...... such anxiety turns my head. The tip of the knife I hit in the middle of the sandwich I could do was shaking with a pull. Still, when I never cut the sandwich to my will, ingredients such as meat, tomato and repolia were neatly laminated and glanced at the beautiful cross section.

"Yeah, looks like you made it"

"Wow! Mr. Takumi!!!

Roland looked back in surprise at the call from Takumi, who was sometime back in the kitchen. Next to it was the figure of Fidel, who should normally already be out selling newspapers. Roland wondered why Koitz remained here, but more than that, he was now full of heads to see if the finished dish would get a passing score. In contrast to such a Roland, Takumi utters a nagging word.

"This doesn't seem to be a problem. Well, take this one... yes, Mr. Fidel. This is a sample of what you ordered. Enjoy it there."

"" What!!!

Now Roland and Fidel both raise their voices of surprise. Takumi was smiling at such a breathtaking look between the two.

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"Well, you just look okay. But the problem is the taste..."

Fidel reaches out to the "Teriyaki style pork sautéed sandwich" created by Roland with great diligence when he reaches the table by the kitchen. While preparing for the lunch sale that was about to begin, Roland still seemed concerned about the taste perception and saw Fidel as a flicker.

(No, but it really smells like it. He, can you make this...)

From the sauce involved in the meat there was an aromatic aroma containing fragrance, stimulating Fidel's appetite from her nostrils. Fidel cheeks for a bite after offering a low, pre-meal prayer. The surface of the lightly toasted bread is a crisp toothpick, but it also adds a fluffy texture and a crisp touch of retuga. Every time I repeatedly chewed, various rhythms spread in my mouth, jumping Fidel's mind.

And the taste was excellent. The taste of the sweet and spicy sauce, which is slightly darker, fully brings out the flavour of the roasted meat. And the sourness of the tomatoes and the richness of the retuga and seborio wash away refreshingly in the mouth that is going to be heavy. Thanks to the pork caught in the flood, it was good enough to eat.

Finding out Roland made it, Fidel was thinking of poking him back if he didn't like it at all until he ate it. But that thought was flying somewhere the moment I took a bite. Fidel quietly cheeked without even touching the drink and quickly emptied on the plate.

"... how'd it go?

Next to Fidel, the big rabbit, Roland, was approaching at some point. When Fidel looked up, Roland, who had been speaking, had shrunk completely and had a restless look like he had never seen. Roland couldn't help but be anxious because Fidel, who was always so loud, was so quietly and silently eating his "own sandwich”.

Fidel, on the other hand, also leaked the truth in an attitude she had never shown Roland to much surprise.

"... it was delicious."

".................. well! Oh, thanks. Will this be a product?

"... it will be, won't it, huh? Or now, if I can't sell it... I guess it's because of my bad way of selling it..."

The two people who always hung out with each other bump into each other for real and for real. The clumsy two exchanged words following each other for a while - returning to their usual condition where the tension had finally broken off.

"'Cause you just made this dish, Takumi thought about it, didn't you? Taste is natural!

"Holy shit! I did get some advice, but to some extent I thought to myself: Yikes! Besides, either way, you were eating delicious!

"Heh, well, it was delicious, oh, it was delicious! Just make the next 10 meals for tomorrow's production!

"Then I'll make one extra for Temehe. Come on! Don't go too far and screw everything up before you sell it!

"Yes, that's it. So, Mr. Fidel, isn't it just time to go out and sell newspapers? Roland will continue serving lunch, please."

Takumi breaks into two interactions that seem to last forever if left alone, only a little. Fidel looks at the clock and rushes to grab the hunting cap and try to jump out the back door. Takumi called out loud from behind Fidel like that.

"Yeah, well, can I just say tomorrow that you're ordering 10 meals?

"Ok! Roland, I'm gonna leave this to you forever.

Fidel left only a loud voice and jumped out the back door. Roland, surprised by Fidel's words, was filled with the joy of his cuisine being recognized. Takumi calmly brings such floating Roland back to the real world.

"Look, where are you willing to serve soup? We're just starting lunch, so let's get our minds together."

When Roland looked back in haste at Takumi's words, not a drop of soup on the ladle was going back into the pan without entering the vessel. Roland tries to squeeze his mind again by shaking his neck all the time, but it still gives him a look somewhere. Well, there's no choice for today... Takumi swore to her heart to take a good look at Roland not just getting hurt during today's sales, remembering the path he once took.