The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"Look, little fox! For today's sake, if I left it for sale, I wouldn't know!

"Shut up, big rabbit! Shit, it's all right on my sales today!

By the time Morning sales were drawing to a close, Roland and Fidel were across the table in the kitchen of the coffee shop Tsubame.

Lined up with the two of us is a sandwich we've just been able to do. There was still a totally everyday sight going on today: packaging each other in a vicious manner and amicably.

The "swordfish sandwich" prepared by Roland and sold by Fidel had become a reputable and popular product throughout the city.

The sale of sandwiches, which started with 10 meals at first, has also recently increased the amount available up to 30 meals, so much so that they may still sell out quickly depending on the day.

Nevertheless, I just can't cover Roland alone when I have 30 meals to prepare. For this reason, Fidel was also added to the packaging work, so that the sandwich packaging work could proceed while the two of us were fighting amicably.

Whoa! And if you stick out the sandwich Roland finished wrapping, so does Fidel! and carefully into the cage as he rattled his nose.

And when the last one was given to him, Fufu Fidel's hand was stopped. Keep staring, Fidel groans with a potpourri.

"... um, sandwiches... hey..."

"Hmm? Did something go wrong?

To the unexpected words uttered at such a time that even one of the evils would normally come, Roland asked about his partner facing each other with a strange look on his face.

Realizing that gaze, Fidel talks to Roland with her eyebrows in the letter (c) as she carefully re-delivers her sandwich to the cage.

"No, it's not like it's bad. Look, the sale of sandwiches has been growing since the summer. Of course, this is one of my great sellers..."

"Keh! That's it again!

Roland turns that way just because he's worried about losing it. But Fidel keeps talking without seriously breaking down.

"Well, listen. It's just that I've been having a bit of a struggle the last few days, actually. I've managed to sell it out, but my feet are getting duller than before, and it's taking longer. At the same pace, you might get the rest of the sale one of these days.

"Heh. That's tough. You're not wrong about the product because I'm getting my arms up more and more, and you're saying that Temehe's getting heppocratic?

Roland pinching his mouth to brown with a hella of laughter. Usually it would be another stuffy occasion.

But Fidel doesn't respond today. Roland also switches to serious mode to Fidel, who gives him a serious look sometime.

"... Sounds like a serious one today. You mean our sandwiches are getting a bad reputation?

"No, the thing itself is a pleasure to have. It's a good deal. In fact, there's been a lot of familiar customers coming to buy it over and over, and I'm gonna judge those people for it. I'm just saying, honestly, there's no denying that sales to" seemingly customers "are depressing."

"Hmm? What do you mean?

Fidel overlaps her explanation with Roland, whose situation is not easy to swallow.

"Well, in terms of the story so far, don't simply mean it's a public matter. Sometimes it's getting a lot colder lately, and even though the streets in the city are noticeable, the crowds are getting a little bit smaller. It doesn't feel“ visible ”at the moment, but if it's going to be winter, it's going to be a hundred million hijackings out there, and it's not going to be inevitable that there will be fewer and fewer people"

"I see. But if you're always in the store, it doesn't mean you have zero people, does it?

To Roland's words, Fidel nodded cocklessly.

"Oh. However, some impact would be inevitable if the overall crowd were reduced. It's just not where I actually care. Instead, I'm wondering if this" cold "affects the sale of sandwiches."

"Hmm? What does the cold have to do with sandwiches?

Again, to Roland with his neck hanging, Fidel asked questions as he poked the sandwich he had left at the table for tasting.

"Imagine that. A well cold sandwich handed to you all over the city where the cold wind blows, you think you'd want one?

Today's sandwich is filled with pork smoked meat, tomatoes and lettuce.

The freshness of the tomatoes accepts the taste of the aromatically baked pork smoked meat, adding a touch of fresh retuga shakiness to create a statement that it has been blended together.

This is the number one menu that has been popular since we started selling sandwiches, and the most confident one for Roland. But - the swollen image in my head was one that easily led Roland's thinking to one conclusion.

"You can't. This sandwich only gives the image of your body getting cold."

Fidel's head is shaken vertically by Roland, who answers with a serious look.

"Yes, there it is. I suppose avoiding raw vegetables and pinching another set of utensils will alleviate the image of cooling the body somewhere, but I don't think it's inevitable that there's a limit to that either."

"But what's more than making it here and taking it? It's gonna get cold, huh?

It is inevitable that it cools down more than it is a sandwich for making. Roland had made that supremely natural point.

Of course, Fidel knows that too. However, as a seller, I was more concerned that I might discredit the sandwich if I didn't solve this problem.

Roland, who had finished the sandwich wrapping and was working on finishing the soup for lunch, roared Mm-hmm. Fidel's concerns are understandable, and we can't leave them like this. Nevertheless, it is not something that a solution can come up with immediately.

I look at Fidel's expression as chilling, but that look still remains sinister. Doesn't seem like there's any good idea over there either.

Then, after exchanging two or three words, they were silent and silent. Only the sound of a columnar clock kachikachi and the sound of pokopoko emanating from a pot of soup echoes into the kitchen.

That's when a voice was accidentally rang from the side of both of them.

"Look, what's the matter with you both solidifying?

The Lord of Voices was Takumi, who had returned to the kitchen. As Takumi wraps the cafe apron around her waist, she will check on the progress of preparatory work for the lunch sales she had left to Roland.

"Hmm, you're feeling a little late for work today. Roland seems to be worried about something too, but he can't wait for lunch time, so let's just get on with the job at hand. Isn't it time for Mr. Fidel to leave, too?

"I'm so sorry! Whatever you said, let's talk about it again!

Pointing out to Takumi, Roland hastily resumed the planting when he spoke to Fidel. Fidel was also in a hurry to pack her bags when she realized that she was more late than usual for Takumi's words to leave.

"Whoa, I'll be back here this evening, I'll ask you again at that time! Well, say hello!

To Fidel's words, so will Roland! and return a single voice.

It will be as busy as a battlefield for lunch. I don't have time to worry. Now let's concentrate on the work in front of us - Roland took a sigh of relief and changed his mind all the more and went on with the planting.

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That evening Fidel returned to the 'swordfish' as promised. After work, Roland joins us there. Already at the table at the end of the hall with the legs drawn, the two had their ears poked at each other.

It was Fidel who cut off the talk.

"Because it was cold enough to need a coat today, there was only about half the usual crowd, and it felt like people walking by walked away early enough to get to their destination. This cold is going to be a tougher opponent than I ever imagined."

Roland also gets a wrinkle between his eyebrows at Fidel's words spoken with a rugged look.

"Right...... Speaking of which, have you tried the sandwich? Why don't you try it on the same terms as the guests?

"Oh, it tastes good, but don't feel colder than I thought. Especially lettuga and tomato moisture, which underscores the coolness. It might be good for eating in a warm place like a store, but it's pretty tough out there."

"Hmm, then you might want to avoid raw vegetables, even if you keep sandwiching..."

To Roland's words, Fidel nods slowly. The story can go on even further.

"There's that, too, but I knew sandwiches would be tough alone. I'd like to try to put it in the box so that it doesn't hit the wind as much as possible, but it's not going to be avoidable how it gets cold to some extent, and there's not going to be any image of it in the first place."

"Well, unlike a store that can serve freshly made, it's normal to cool it down. Or even ask me to cook for you..."

Roland lifts his gaze up with chillaries, but Fidel's neck was shaken beside the boom.

"I can't. I've never cooked before. Besides, it's too late to take orders and then make them. It's tough to keep your guests waiting in the cold."

Though we're both trying to think positively, all that comes out is backwards language. Even though I expected it, no good idea came up this way. The two look at each other and sigh haha.

Under those two, one girl came with a big tray covered in her hands.

"Sorry to bother you. Takumi says it's a cinnamon coffee plug. And I asked you to fill your stomach and eat this too."

"Thank you, Luna! Well, I'll have every tray over here."

When Roland speaks casually to the girl, he places the tray the girl had in the middle of the receiving table. Fidel, on the other hand, was making her eyes pucker as she saw the intimate interaction between Roland and the girl.

To that appearance, Hatha and the noticed Roland introduce the girl to Fidel.

"Well, that was your first time. This girl is Luna, and she recently started living here with the masters."

"Ah, nice to meet you. I say Luna. Uh, it's Mr. Fidel, isn't it? Mr. Roland told me about you."

Following the Roland's Chamber of Commerce, soft hair fluttered as Luna lowered her head with a little grip but greeting.

Fidel rushes to her seat to introduce herself to the way she loves her.

"I say Fidel. I'm from the same portside as Roland. I'm working on newspaper sales and sandwich sales now!

Seeing Fidel in a hurry, Roland began to slap lightly this fortunately.

"So, I've told you before, he's a mess, so I'll be careful. Okay, Luna?

"Eh Temee! How dare you introduce me to people!

Fidel eats it and hangs it, but it's not true, is it, Roland? When this happens, Fidel can't lose either. You have to be careful because he's the one who's going to be in good shape soon! And I pointed to Roland, and I started saying, uh, dude.

Luna couldn't bear to start laughing at Couscous for the badly spoken reward she could go on everywhere.

"You two are very close! Regards, Mr. Fidel. Well, I'll be back to help clean up the kitchen."

Luna said so and went back to the kitchen with her head down again with a pepper. Luna told me they were “friendly” and the two hardened up, I just had to shut up and drop them off behind me.

After a strange time, Roland spoke out.

"Well... yeah, do you want to take a little one? They brought us some cinnamon coffee."

"Ah, oh. And this one's on a duck potato... Is this a bread?

There were two items on the plate. One of them is steamed ducks. Butter is served next to a small, half-eyed duck.

And the other is something like a slightly yellow-tinted sponge. From the looks of it, it looks like a kind of bread or cake, but it's really glossy without burning on the surface. And there was an indescribably sweet fragrance coming from the hot air released from that food.

Fidel reaches out to that food like Bread, inviting but still.

"Ahhh! This is so hot!

Fidel interacts between the pom pom and his hand so that he can take care of that of Atsuatsu. Seeing how it went, Roland spoke in the way he told me to do it.

"That's normal to be hot because you have so much hot air!? The master made me a corner, so don't ever drop it!

Roland gets it by knocking it at his fingertips to avoid burns. Then, two or three times, he breathed and carried it to his teasing mouth.

The surface is glossy but has a fluffy, relaxed texture inside. I can feel the gentle sweetness if I roll it over my tongue. It doesn't burn, but the texture of the fabric gives the impression of being close to a pancake.

And it's a strange nostalgia that comes from that fabric that's still warm. It had a rustic flavour that was supposed to be the first time I had eaten it but it kind of made me feel sad.

"This isn't like a baked bread. There's no burning... well, you steamed it with a duck."

Fidel shows admiration for Roland's analysis.

"Heh, I don't know. That's where Mr. Takumi's best apprentice is?

"Well, you've cooked quite a bit before you apprenticed to the master. Even so, I don't know if I'm right, so I'll check back later."

"Oh, my God, you're not sure"

"No, I'm probably pretty sure, because I'm talking about Mr. Takumi, and he might be using some amazing moves. But this... is really delicious..."

After that, the two continue to eat steamed bread and steamed ducklings in a conversation that has no deflection.

The sun was tilting and cooling down in the hall, but thanks to this warm snack, Fidel felt her body warming from the core.

Fidel crumbles with a sip of cinnamon coffee.

"Huh, it's a lot warmer... I like this..."

"Oh yeah...... well, you just have to arrange this!

When Roland shouted, he momentously woke up the body he had kept behind his chair and rode himself out for a long time.

Fidel, surprised by the amplitude of the tension, talks to Roland so that he can forgive her somewhere.

"It does taste good, but, well, I'm sorry to say, but Bread is a Bread, huh? I think it would be a little plain if I thought I'd sell it instead of a sandwich. Besides, if it's a takeout, it's just gonna get cold, right?

Fidel, who gives a strange look and talks. But Roland smiled invincibly at Niyali.

"So, Fidel, you steam! You can't just steam it and sell it! That way we can sell the Atsuatsu guy, right?

"I said I can't cook! And he said he couldn't keep the customers waiting!

Fidel complains that you just talked about it. But Roland doesn't move. I slowly began to explain myself as I embarked on the table.

"I know that. But if it was enough to start a fire and boil water in a pot, you could do it, too, right? I can handle steaming it as long as I can. The product should be purchased here in advance and only steamed and reheated! I can sell, this will definitely sell!

"But I say so, wow... can you really do that?

Fidel shows her anxiety can't get muddy, but the excitement of Roland doesn't seem to subside.

"Of course it depends on the future experiments. First, the master will have to teach you how to make one like this steamed bread, and maybe you'll need the tools to steam it so you can sell it in the stalls. But he said it was definitely worth a try!

Roland's narrative became more and more feverish as the heat of steamed bread and steamed ducklings turned to strange places. Fidel is also stirred up by the enthusiasm.

"All right, all right, then, for now, I'll ask for a prototype. Let's see what we can do depending on how good it is."

"Ugh! Then it's settled! I'll ask the master how to make the steamed bread just now. And then we'll figure this out together as to how it's going to be an interesting product!

Fidel got a little flattered when she looked at Shaggy Roland with her eyes shining. Being able to cook also means having the chance and skill to create new things with your own hands. That must be more fun than I imagined......

Nevertheless, my partner in front of me (Roland) wants me to think about it with him. Yes, you can give it to yourself if you want. Instead, he should also be craving ideas that he can come up with because he is himself staring directly at the customer.

If you're Roland, you're sure to make any idea catchy - that's a reliable partner. That's why let's look firmly at our customers again and come up with a lot of ideas so that only the part where we come up with the ideas can't be beaten by Roland.

Yes, sneaking swear in my heart, it was Fidel snorting forcefully toward Roland.