The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

The unique sound repeated in a shrugged, shrugged, shrugged, shrugged and regular rhythm was stuck in the shop of the "swordfish", which was quiet after the opening. The sound is played on a counter slightly illuminated by the lamp lights. Takumi was just being politely shredded of ice chunks delivered at noon today.

It is widely used to sharpen the ice. On the thick corner material that stood instead of the foundation, the blade side was placed on top of it. As Takumi slips the ice firmly held on the top of the jaw with her right hand, the ice is shredded along with the sound of a shrug and falls sharply from the underside of the jaw. As I took it in a deep bowl of glass with legs with my left hand, the sharpened ice fluttered into the vessel.

"It's such a great cut. Thank you."

As Takumi offered the vessel to the man sitting in front of the counter, Gustav, a small moustache man with a bear ear on his head - the mechanic guild leader - raised his admiration.

"Well, this is beautiful."

Gustav looks at the vessel as he receives it. The ice that was shredded in the shavings was fluffy in a vessel of glass, and its appearance was as if white snow had fallen. The swings of the lamp's lights are reflected in the sharpening ice and glass, creating a fantastic atmosphere.

"Please, enjoy it before it melts. Enjoy the first bite with the ice itself"

Gustav nodded in response to Takumi's recommendation and gently inserted a silver spoon into the white snow mountain. A slightly crisp sound is heard, and the fluffy, soft sharpening ice is ripped off. As Gustav included the sharpening ice into his mouth, the ice quickly dissolved in his mouth, leaving a limp, comfortable feel in his mouth with a hint of water.

"This is... if you haven't seen it in front of me, I can't believe it's so icy. It feels so wonderful, unlike either Ellard or Sorbete."

In response to Gustav's words, Takumi responds with a courtesy, this time offering Gustav a small vessel in tear-shaped form. There was a slightly brownished, slightly thick, clear liquid inside.

"It's a syrup made of sugar. Now take this and enjoy it."

Gustav follows Takumi's words and makes sure he sprinkles them around from the tip of his tears to syrup them into a mountain of shredded ice. The mountain skin, wagered syrup, melted slightly and sank without sound. Gustav inserts the spoon again into the slightly tinted sharpening ice, including into his mouth. Then the slightly thick sweetness of the syrup spread all over my mouth with the cold.

"Nooo, he's amazing. The coolness and sweetness go hand in hand, what a delicious taste. It's not as good as Ellard's and may be refreshing as Sorbete's. No, Master, this is it."

"Thank you. This is also because Mr. Gustav has provided you with great tools."

In response to Gustav's greatest praise, Takumi responded with heartfelt and polite gratitude, taking a sigh of relief. A story I heard when I asked for the production of ice shredders was that Gustav had the opportunity to eat Ellard and Sorbete in relation to his work relationship. The fact that Gustav would appreciate it made this ice treat - one reassuring ingredient that there was room for shaved ice to be accepted - even in "this world”.

The bell at the entrance door rang and crackled as Gustav continued to eat the shaved ice in a colloquial manner with Takumi. Nyarch came in in in a good mood after finishing his window sweep duty at the station building.

"Ah, Mr. Gustav, it's been a while since you've been here. Welcome."

"Oh, Nyachi. She looks as good as ever, more importantly. Look, the master's making something nice for me."

As Gustav looked back towards Nyarch and raised his glass of shaved ice high, Nyarch rubbed his eyes to the counter at first sight. Takumi, who sees how it is, looks like a man, but quickly gets ready for a second cup of shaved ice. Nyarch, arrayed at the counter, stared at the ice, shrugged, shrugged and thinly shredded with a lukewarm look. Not so much, the second cup of shaved ice was also completed and handed to Nyarch with syrup.

"Wow, come on, come on, come on."

Nyarch sprinkles the syrup around on the plush, shredded ice like a feather coat, giving him a few spoons of crisp, crisp, crisp, and then starts eating vigorously. Oh, and Takumi tries to hang up, but before that, Nyarch put his hand on his temple, wrinkling between his eyebrows and giving him a distressed look.

"Whoa... I wish I had a headache."

Takumi laughs and tells Gustav that he's fine, peeking worryingly at Nyarch, who suddenly shrugged his face. The cause was obvious, an ice cream headache caused by eating too much cold food in a hurry. Nyarch, enduring the headache of Keane, nevertheless scratched the shave with joy. Side by side, Takumi speaks to Gustav.

"Speaking of which, how about another type? Will you manage to get a purpose?

In response to Takumi's question, Gustav smiles niggardly and responds with a confident look.

"Oops, we're going to manage to make it over there. The structure is simple, and the prototype level seems to work out with a combination of things. And most importantly, Nyarch's diagram was very easy to understand, so the image sprung up quickly. Thank you, Nyachi."

"Wow, that sounds like it helped!

Nyarch, who was quickly finished eating shaved ice, takes a small leap and expresses his joy at Gustav's word. Takumi bowed her head again to Gustav, staring with a gentle look at how Nyarch was doing.

"We apologize for not being able to do so in a short time, thank you for your patience"

"Oh, leave it to me!

Gustav slapped his chest hard and the sound of Don stuck to the hall.

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The next day, a full-scale skein ice prototype began.

Sophia was delivering ice under the takumi like she promised the other day. Takumi works on the prototype while thanking Sophia for her care. The most important focus was on making syrup to put on the ice. Takumi repeated the prototype of the syrup in the kitchen after closing the coffee shop and the station building.

The first day of the prototype was devoted to the creation of the most basic “Ice Mitsu”. In addition to the slightly brownish sugar that I usually use, Takumi also prepares brown sugar, which contains a lot of molasses and is characterized by a rich flavour, as well as white sugar, a well-refined luxury product. Each sugar was dissolved in water as it was formulated and boiled carefully to produce a thick, clear syrup.

Ice Mitsu itself is very simple in terms of ingredients and how to make it, not so laborious. However, the taste is completely different with one addition or subtraction of the type and amount of sugar that is simple but hence used. With more white sugar, the flavour was refreshing, and with more brown sugar, the flavour included richness and aroma. Takumi repeated the prototype with a slight change in the formula and amount of sugar. As a result, this time it was decided to adopt something made exclusively of regular sugar, without being elaborate. This was a choice from Takumi's thought that because it was the most basic flavor, the mouth-friendly taste would be preferred by those who ate it.

Where the basic “ice mite” has been made, Takumi again thinks about variations in shaved ice. When it comes to shaved ice, strawberries, melons, lemons, Blue Hawaii, Uji Kinshi, and so on come to mind. It also reminds me of fruits and things accompanied by granules and white balls. However, in this world, matcha tea, beans, etc. are unlikely to be available, and I don't know if they will be made well with this arrose powder about white balls. Then again, Takumi thought it would be a good idea to simply serve the taste spread here with fruit-based syrup.

Nevertheless, if we think about getting ready in the remaining few days, we have to figure out how we can make it with the ingredients we now have, and also in a short time. It was not possible to use the "method of marinating fruit and sugar together and letting fruit juice sleep while leaching into sugar", which is often done in fruit-based syrup making. Takumi therefore decided to adjust the concentration to make syrup based on the fruit jam.

Fortunately, Takumi had several types of jams at her disposal. To accompany the cornbread served at the coffee shop's mornings and lunches, they used seasonal fruits to make and set aside. Takumi selects from the bottled jams stored in the pantry a bottle containing dark red jams, also in consultation with the quantity of stock.

(Again, it doesn't start without this.

Takumi chose Fressa (strawberry) jam. Takumi sprinkles the jam of Fressa on the pan, adding an appropriate amount of water to it to adjust the concentration and let it simmer once. Then the pectin and sugar sugar in the fruit, and the action of the lemon juice put together, unraveled the jam that had solidified in jelly form, returning to the condition of a liquid with the pulp to be prepared just before boiling it as a jam. Takumi emptied this liquid onto a monkey and filtered it with wood strands to complete the smooth fressa syrup.

(Then the other flavor would still be here.

At the end of the period, with only a few days remaining, the challenge was to make "condensed milk” essential for fressa-flavored shaved ice (ice strawberries). Nevertheless, as far as Takumi knew, there was nothing equivalent to condensed milk, nor did Takumi know exactly how to make condensed milk.

(Well, what do we do… should we try replacing water and milk?

Takumi decided to try prototyping condensed milk under the procedure of making “ice mites”. Pour the milk into a hand pan instead of water and when you dissolve the plenty of sugar, place it on top of the oven stove ceiling with the fire in it and warm it slowly. After a while it gets fuzzy, so slowly stirring and boiling while measuring the distance from the fire on the ceiling to avoid burning, the thickening followed with the power of plenty of sugar as the moisture flew. And when it came down from the fire with some thickness and cooled slowly, a syrup with a glossy whiteness could be made.

Takumi spoons the syrup of milk she can do and tries to drip quietly from the top. Though not as tacky as the "condensed milk” Takumi imagined, dripping smoothly as pulling a thread was reminiscent of condensed milk. Upon confirmation of the taste, although slightly clammy-eyed, the unique texture combined with the richness of the milk and the sweetness of the sugar was the condensed milk itself.

(Instead, this concentration seems to make more use of the fruit texture than condensed milk.

It was the day before Sophia and I made a promise that we could also complete the milk syrup that would turn into "condensed milk”. According to Gustav, “another type of ice-cutting machine" can also be done tomorrow. Takumi breathed heavily as she finished cleaning up the kitchen after completing the prototype.

"Good luck to you! Coffee, please."

"Oh, thank you. Good luck with your help and tasting, Nyarch."

Takumi, as usual, takes Nyachi's head before accepting a glass containing coffee. Nyarch grins with his eyes narrowed as he tries to lighten up a little. For Takumi, that smile was the healing of more than anything that would blow the prototype fatigue of the last few days.

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"You shook it the other day. I'm really looking forward to today. Best regards,"

Just ten days after his last visit, Sophia was once again standing down to the Harpertown Station platform. Sofia, disembarking from the first class of the final arrival train, is greeted by Takumi, who is "acting station manager”.

"Here we are, ready to meet your expectations. We'll show you later."

Sophia's chest rattled in the eyes of Takumi, who was as soft as usual, but somewhere confident. Sophia coughed one to unwittingly hide the red tide on her cheeks before subtly saying the following.

"Yes, I have someone with me today."

From behind Sophia, who told him so, a small woman descended looking odd, wearing a large hunting hat with a checkered pattern at the depth of her eyes to hide her face. Takumi looked familiar to him. Takumi approaches her, carrying a large package that will probably be for both of us, and calls out.

"Aren't you Mr. Natl! I'm out of time. How have you been?

"Ah, Mr. Takumi! Uh, well... I'm really out of time."

When Natl bows his head in momentum, the hunting cap falls out of his head. When Takumi picks up the hunting hat and lightly dusts it, she gently wears it over the panicked nuttle in such a way that she can't pick up her luggage with both hands. Side by side with Natl blushing her cheeks in embarrassment, Sophia introduces again.

"Actually, Natl is our servant, and I'm entrusting him with cooking at the mansion. So, if you talk a lot during this time while they're cooking dinner, there's gonna be some familiar two stories out there, right? So, after all I asked, it was definitely Takumi and Nyachi. So, I brought you here today because it's a corner. I'm going to help you a lot."

Sophia, with her last words, tells Takumi with intent in a wink. Takumi understands the word and hammers.

"I see, I did. Thank you again, Mr. Natl. Let me show you to the ticket office first."

Takumi led them to the ticket slot as they received their baggage from Natl.

Two people, Nyarch and Gustav, waited in the coffee shop Tsubame, which was closed. Nyarch, when he spotted Natl entering the store with Takumi and Sofia, was rushing to a glance, taking both hands and jumping pimply, exploding the joy of reunion. When Takumi told Nyarch to show the customer to the table closest to the counter, he wrapped his cafe apron around his waist toward the counter and switched modes at once.

"Well, thank you again for coming today. Sophia and I made a promise the other day," Desserts that will make you eat "ice” delicious, and we will reveal it after this. "

When Takumi greeted Sofia and Gustav in front of the table, as well as Natl's three people, he introduced Sofia and Natl to Gustav, his dedicated partners in the production of this dessert. Not so much, Nyarch brought drinks.

"Please heal your tiredness with this iced coffee first. Please add this syrup and milk if you like."

What Nyarch brought was coffee put in a copper cup. Coffee has small, crushed ice floating around it and a few droplets around the glass. It was accompanied by two small white ceramic vessels on the side, with a slightly brownish clear liquid on one side and bright white milk on the other.

"Heh, you're a cold coffee. But when the coffee cools, the flavor drops..."

When Nyarch received the copper cup from, it conveyed a cold and pleasant feeling in Sofia's palm. If it was a hot summer platter, this cold weather alone was going to be a "treat”. Sophia put her lips on the edge of the cup and first made sure it tasted intact.

"Yum!"

Sophia sooner than she could indulge, and Natl, who sat beside her, raised her voice. Sophia was startled and turned to the side, Natl suppressed her mouth and looked frightened. Never mind, Sophia smiled and once again included a cold coffee in her mouth.

The ice-cooled coffee slipped through his throat and the pleasant cold cooled Sophia's body from the inside out. And most of all, it was the lack of acidity and tannins. If you are a regular coffee, it often becomes more sour and tannic when it cools down, reducing the deliciousness. However, the “cold coffee” served today had little or no sense of these acidity or bitterness. Sophia asks Nyarch, who wondered and refrained beside him, how to make it.

"Instead of boiling it in hot water, it's a cup of coffee that's been watered down overnight. It's slowly becoming coffee, so it's less bitter and less sour."

Nyarch answers this well. Nyarch insisted on making it water out then, against takumi such as treating him with ice coffee because of the ice. Therefore, the prototype proceeded around Nyarch in parallel with the prototype of the shaved ice. As a result, he discovered that by grinding twice, soaking finely crushed coffee beans overnight, rather than for regular coffee, would produce a very soft flavor of watered coffee.

Natl listens diligently to Nyarch's explanation and takes notes on the form he had at hand. And now I'll take a little brown syrup served in a white container and lick it. The taste itself is almost identical to sugar. For a moment, I thought this would be fine with sugar, but soon Natl went for a reason. Sugar dissolves easily in some warm things, but the less heat you have like a cold coffee, the harder it becomes to dissolve. So I could understand that the cold coffee was served with syrup to make it easier to get used to. Natl was impressed with the fine concerns of Takumi and Nyarch.

"I prefer this syrup and milk. Sweet and to the contrary."

Gustav enjoyed the coffee with plenty of syrup and milk, laughing as luxuriously as usual. Sophia seems to prefer black with nothing in it. They talk about each other's favorite flavors. Natl, sandwiched between them, shook his head with a dick about which side to take.

"Well, thank you for waiting. This is the“ shaved ice ", a dessert that makes ice delicious.

Sophia and Natl, who shifted their gaze in the direction of their voices to Takumi's call, were stunned by what Takumi was being put on the basin in their hands. On the basin were three “snow mountains” placed in a small bowl of glass. Sophia unwittingly takes a seat.

"That's not snow!!! Why is there snow this season?!?

Of course, there's no way there's snow this season. Therefore, Sophia immediately understood that this was snow created by Takumi. But Sophia didn't see how it produced this snow in front of her. If it was Natl lying next to me, I'd take a glimpse that maybe I'd notice something as a cook… but I was also looking at Natl with my mouth open pocan to see if it was too big a shock. Only Gustav, who knows the answer, enjoyed the surprise of the two of them in a calm manner.

Takumi provides smaller shaved ice in front of the three of them while also letting Nyarch help. A large number of "snow mountains” were placed on top of a small glass bowl. And dull with that sweet syrup that was served next to the iced coffee earlier to encourage tasting.

"The seeding will be done later. Okay, try this one first. I think the whole flavor would be familiar if I tried to insert a spoon and stirred it a little."

Sophia and Natl insert a dessert spoon into the snowy mountain where syrup was sprinkled as prompted. The crisp, crisp and crisp sounds inflate their expectations. And the two, in large part, took the snow mountain and put it in their mouths.

"Hih!" "Hmm!

It's time for the two of them to raise their voices of surprise. The moment it is contained in your mouth, the cold of the fluffy snowy ice irritates your mouth. And soon afterwards the sweetness of the syrup cooled with ice spread throughout his mouth. The taste itself is very simple with the syrup itself. However, this cold taste made it unique in itself, and the deliciousness we had never experienced before had an intense impact on the two of us. We both proceeded to eat with selflessness and the vessel quickly emptied.

"What do you think, he's amazing?

Gustav speaks up as he slowly savors his share of the ice. Sophia answers Gustav, not hiding the look of being hit.

"Yeah, I got this. That's more powerful than that. How's Natl?

Natl also answers, shaking his head vertically.

"It's really amazing. This isn't real snow... is it?

Gustav nods and affirms. Takumi also returns the answer as she prepares a second cup.

"Authentic, it was made of ice provided by Mr. Sophia. Here's your second drink."

The next thing Takumi offered was a shaved ice that had changed like before and had plenty of beautiful bright red syrup on his eyes. Sophia remembers the shocking experience earlier, and her throat drips. As lightly stirred as earlier and carried into the mouth, this time the sweet and sour flavour characteristic of the fruit pushed over with the cold.

"This... tastes fressa!!

Natl, who spotted the identity of the syrup, raises his voice. Takumi replied that he was right as he nodded at Natl's words.

"I see, Fressa, if you ask me. It's sweet, just a little sour, and this is delicious too. Could it be a little more refreshing than the syrup flavor?

Sophia was regaining the serious face of business mode as to whether she was finally able to calm down and eat. If you can just change the syrup and change the taste so far, it's easy to serve at an exposition. Whether it was easy to make the rest… Sophia had the simulation in mind if she exhibited.

"The third one is here. Enjoy it."

The third type of shaved ice was prepared and served by Nyarch. More white syrup is sprayed from the top of the fressa syrup, which is the same red as earlier. Gustav, who had also dated the prototype several times, raises his voice.

"Hmm? Don't see this the first time..."

As lightly stirred as earlier and carried into the teat mouth, the rich richness of sweetness spread into the mouth along with the cold of ice and the taste of red syrup fressa. Fressa's fruit-specific acidity is wrapped in the richness and sweetness of white syrup for a more mellow finish. But this rich, taste I've had somewhere... next to Gustav trying to remember somehow, Natl was deriving the right answer.

"What is this... milk... rinse?

"Correct. This syrup was made using milk instead of water. Instead of condensed milk."

When Takumi replied to Natl, Sofia began to repeat those words in her mouth that she was unfamiliar with hearing.

"Lennyu, Lennyu, Lennyu... that sounds so cute. All right, this milk syrup, I'm going to call you Renew from today on! Mr. Takumi, isn't that good?

Sophia, who had only finished eating, named her favorite milk syrup that way. Takumi responds with a slight bitter laugh, but, yes, I'll take care of it. He then guided Sophia and Natl to the counter to explain how to make shaved ice like this “snow mountain”. Gustav and Nyarch also continued later.

"This is the machine used today to make the shake ice. Made by Gustav's Mechanic Guild."

Takumi actually scrapes the ice and shows it while explaining the structure of the ice cubes. Every time I let the ice I hold firmly on my right hand slide over my chin, the sound of a shirt sounds, and the thin feather-like ice scrapes off from under my chin. On several occasions, the ice quickly fell all over a small glass of bowl.

"Heh, this is how you were making it. But aren't your hands cold?

Takumi also answers Sofia's simple question with an honest smile.

"Yeah, it's very cold. If we're just going to make what we gave you today, it's still hard to do the numbers, honestly."

Show Sofia a a difficult face in Takumi's words. What I promised to show you today was "I can exhibit at an exposition” ice dessert. No matter how delicious it is, it is difficult to exhibit itself at the exposition when the number cannot be reached. Besides, the exhibition of ice at the exposition in the first place is to make the world widely aware that ice can be made by machine regardless of the season, and to get many people to seek ice from now on. In that regard, too, the inability to make numbers was likely to become an obstacle.

From that look, Gustav, who guessed what Sophia was thinking, smiles gahahahaha as he breaks the silence that often lasted.

"Don't worry about it. This master doesn't realize that. He's not an asshole."

Takumi leads Sofia and Natl into the kitchen as if to signal the word. On the workbench of the kitchen, on the base assembled in wood, was placed a machine with parts made of metal such as handles and gears. In the central part, a large mass of ice is held down by a plate of metal, and a vessel of glass is placed in the space beneath it. Nyarch stood beside the machine and proudly began to explain.

"This is the ice machine! Turn this steering wheel around and you'll be able to shave ice like this!

As Nyarch turned the steering wheel, the central ice began to spin vigorously. And just like when I shredded it with ice chips earlier, thin ice popped up momentously, making light noises like sharp sharp. In no time the glass bowl will be filled with shredded ice. Nyarch offered Sophia and Natl a vessel with shaved ice made by the machine.

"Well, your hands aren't cold, and you can make them really fast."

Sophia crushed satisfactorily, alternating views of the offered shaved ice with the machine. With this machine, you'll be able to get as much shave ice out as you want. As Gustav is asked to produce the machine, securing the necessary ice is Sofia's own homework. Or one thing, we need to get ready for the important part that will be the deciding factor for the shake ice exhibition. Sophia speaks to Natl.

"Natl, I'll leave the syrup to you."

"Heh! wah, me, so awesome!!!!"

Natl inadvertently replies with an inverted voice. Sophia, naturally, continues to talk with such expressions.

"In fact, it's like I brought you here for that. Mr. Takumi, can you teach Natl how to make syrup, please?

"Thank you for the cheap"

Takumi also responds to Sofia's offer in a casual atmosphere. Only one person, Natl, was a dick.

"Oh, such a big actor, because, yes, it's an exposition!

Takumi speaks gently to such a nattle.

"The ingredients for the syrup are simple, and it's not that hard, so I'm sure Mr. Natl will remember it right away. Once you remember, you can arrange it."

"Oh yeah..."

Even if Takumi gives me a kind word, Natl still seems anxious about how unsure I am. Seeing how that was, Sophia slapped Natl's butt pissy.

"Don't be more confident anymore! Though it's a mistake because I expected it!

"Ha, ha!

Natl replies to Sophia's sudden behavior with a surprising and odd voice. To that voice, everyone on the spot looked at each other and laughed. Where the place soothed, well, let's just do our best for once, and when Takumi asked him out, he finally convinced Natl to shake his head vertically as well. It was already past dusk, so the specific thing was to talk to him tomorrow, and Nyarch speaks up.

"So, here it is, we all eat it because we want to!!

Once again, the field is engulfed with laughter. Takumi receives the sharpened ice earlier and divides it into small bowls, answering Nyarch, yes, yes. Then, on the shaved ice, the liquid was poured into a wide range of bins that had been placed beside the kitchen.

"Let's try this, adult shake ice…"

Upon Takumi's recommendation, it is time for the three of them to put their mouths on the fourth shake ice. Then the three people, who imagined the sweetness of the syrup, gave a look of surprise when it happened. Sophia opens her mouth.

"This is not alcohol!

Takumi snorts, smiling as usual.

"Yes, it's a fruit liquor marinated with rum and sugar. That's homemade you were making for dinner with me and Nyarch. It's been soaked just a year since last year, so I think it's getting familiar with the flavor."

Takumi was also prototyping shaved ice for adults if she wanted to make shaved ice because of it. At first, I used to combine alcohol with syrup or make it with less sweetness, but now one didn't come tight. One night when I was drinking Siluera instead of Nightcap, I remembered the "plum wine shake ice" I had previously received at my travel destination. The next day, when we made it together to prototype the shake ice, it was even better than I imagined.

"Hmm, this isn't going to work"

Suddenly, Gustav raised his voice elusively. When the other four looked at Gustav in unison, he had a bitter and sinister look. Everyone takes a hard spit and waits for Gustav's words.

"This is too much! Don't make me want to scratch it all at once!

Takumi and Nyarch look at each other and start laughing at the couscous. Sophia also seems to have guessed why, and some hands are willing to put up with headaches, she speaks ill. Only one person, Natl, didn't seem to know why, and it was Kyoton. Nyarch, who realizes it, speaks to Natl.

"Yeah, this is what happens when you eat the shaved ice in a hurry at the top!

Nyarch, no or no, scratched the ice with momentum. Naturally, Keane and strong pain run on Nyarch's temples. Hoo-hoo, he raised his voice, creased between his eyebrows and gnarled his temples, Natl peeking worryingly. Nyarch suddenly started singing, saying it was okay, okay.

"To endure this melancholy taste - to taste the ice -"

Everyone on the field opens their mouths to this. And three times after a while, the kitchen was engulfed with laughter.

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Later on, Natl, carrying Sofia's letter, was visiting the coffee shop Tsubame again. The shaved ice proposed by Takumi was named 'Niebe Flor' and it was decided to exhibit it at the exposition. Natl, for the exposition, was once again instructed by Takumi to learn to make syrup. Natl was determined to work harder while thanking Sophia, her husband, who measured her ability to receive her studies under Takumi.

It is also at a later date that the results of the training will be achieved.