The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

The luncheon between Liberto and Sofia, and the three of us who exchanged Imelda, was continued with great food and a bounced conversation.

Served on the second plate was a stewed tomato of soya (soy).

Stewed Soja tomatoes are one of the most commonly eaten dishes of the day.

To a seemingly everywhere traditional dish, Takumi created an entirely new spicy flavour and flavour by adding a spice mix with its own formula.

This simmer was also accompanied by burst (sausage) and tortillas.

If you put a Vurst on the tortilla, simmer the soja instead of the sauce, and then eat with it, the tortilla you usually eat will give you another different look.

Because it was a familiar dish, its “unusual and unusual fun" stood out.

It was the seasonal Cabracho (cassava) that was chosen as the main third dish ingredient.

Cabracho, whose scales and guts have been removed and carefully treated downwards, is dusted with powdered coats that combine arrow (comet) powder with mice (corn) powder, and fried with calories in medium-low temperature oil while remaining whole.

Homemade tomato ketchup and chicken soup hanging over it in a thick sauce.

The sauce contains sanaoria (carrots), seboria (onions) and green pimiento (bell peppers) chopped and stir-fried.

Inside the crisp red skin is trapped a prickly white flavor. And the shaky delicacy of the stir-fried vegetables added so much to the flavour of the fragrant fried cabracho.

Of course, the sweetness and sourness of the Akake sauce go perfectly with the whites.

The three of them had been silently and silently eating away for some time because of the deliciousness of the dishes that cut the season alive. And the three of them, realizing that, look at each other and spill a laugh.

After that, he enjoyed a happy time to the Trinity, letting the conversation play.

Then, dessert was brought to close the course under the three of us who had finished eating the main dishes.

Takumi begins her description of dessert as she arranges a coffee cup and plate in front of the three of them.

"Today's dessert is served with Naranja (Orange) cheese tarts. Inside the tart table is handmade fresh cheese scented with Naranha liqueur. Serve with Cinnamon Coffee.

It's a dessert that makes me happy just watching.

On the surface of a small baked boat-shaped tart table, a slice of Naranha sparkled its beautiful orange color.

The aromas characteristic of cinnamon coffee emerge from the coffee cups arranged together.

Tickled by its seductive scent, Imelda mouthed Cinnamon Coffee as if the butterfly were invited to the flower.

"Hmm, it's coffee after dinner, after all. I can't resist this scent."

Liberto nodded stiffly at Imelda's words, tilting the cup in his hand himself.

"I didn't have the habit of having coffee after meals in my country, but I've been totally sick since I came to this country. And this tart looks really tasty too. Even after all that hunger, you'll still be able to reach out."

"Sweet things are called different bellies, there's no choice. Okay, I'll be quick too..."

Sophia reaches for the tart as she mouths words that also sound like excuses somewhere.

Standing his teeth on a tightly baked tart conveyed the crisp and comfortable texture of the foundation.

And if you keep eating, the aroma of the tart table, the richness of the cream cheese, and the refreshing sweetness and sourness of Naranja blend together, spreading a happy sweetness in your mouth.

If you tilt Cinnamon Coffee while the finish lingers, the bitterness characteristic of Cinnamon Coffee washes through your sweetened mouth.

The pleasant harmony of tart sweetness and coffee bitterness turned a post-meal moment into something even happier.

Eventually, Imelda, who had finished eating well until dessert, spoke to the two of them as they rubbed their stinging bellies.

"Phew......, that was a good lunch to sigh at. No, I know you two would like to come."

"Right? It was a specially ordered course dish today, but it's also very delicious to serve in my usual shop."

I even looked somewhere proud of Sophia's expression in response to Imelda's words.

Let's come back, and ask Sophia, and my grandmother nods yeah with a gentle grin.

And Imelda changed her expression a little bit when she took another sip of the coffee she had left in her mouthpiece.

And looking kickingly at the Libert sitting face-to-face with a serious face, he talks in a tone that contains a completely different harshness than he did earlier.

"Well, that's the end of the meal, and let me tell you something a little silly and serious. Lord Liberto, frankly, what do you want to do with my precious granddaughter?

Changing from the soothing atmosphere of earlier, the air in the room tends to pean.

Sophia, surprised by how her grandmother had suddenly changed her attitude, tries to speak up, but she unwittingly stuffs her words with the power of that gaze stared at by Giroli.

Riverto, on the other hand, began to speak his mind honestly when he graciously took the words thrown at him by Imelda, who would have expected some expansion.

"As far as I'm concerned, I would love to welcome Mr. Sophia as my partner at the dawn when the time is ripe. Before you do, Mr. Sophia will have to choose you."

"Huh? What!? What do you mean?

To Liberto's confession, Sophia doubting her own ears. Ask Liberto back as he clogs his words.

But earlier than the answer came, Imelda pinched her mouth.

"You've said it quite nicely. I don't hate Atashi. So, Sophia, what about you?

"Oh, wow, me, me!? I…, its…"

Sophia turns bright white in her head at the questions she was showered to fold up.

Though I wish I didn't talk about something, I couldn't get the words together this way and only my mouth was puckering.

Imelda, who had been staring at the state of it for a while, leaked a sigh to her granddaughter, hah, who had hardened too much of the upset.

And looking at Libert again, he continued his words with his eyebrows in the letter (c).

"Well, your granddaughter is as you can see. I've decided all that bish on the line of work, but I'm really a beginner (yeah) and my wife on the subject of this hand. I'm really sorry you miseducated me somewhere. So it's going to take a while for this kid to ripen up, so if you want our granddaughter, you should be prepared."

"Thank you for your words. Well, I'm going to know that for once."

Aside from the person in question, Imelda and Liberto continue the conversation.

Next to it, Sophia was staring at the way the story was going.

After opening a moment, it was Liberto who uttered the next word.

Ask Imelda for her opinion in a slow tone as she takes her body forward with a serious look.

"Sometimes...... can you yourself agree that we will be together?

As for Liberto, throughout today's occasion, he understood that he would not be tied to Sofia without the consent of Imelda.

And I read from the conversation that this was the place to fight, and I cut out a heavy story.

Asked with a serious look, Imelda puts her hand on her mouth and thinks, Hmm.

And when I came to one conclusion, I slowly began to talk to my granddaughter, who would sit next to me, to tell her.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not in favor of raising my hand. Rather, at this stage, I have to disagree with you as the one who came to keep the Marimaids."

Liberto lifts his eyebrows pickly to words that are never positive.

"Hmm......, can you tell us why?

The air in the room further peaked at the questions asked in the low tone.

And after a few moments, Imelda began to tell us why.

"Let me look into you before I get here. He's really good, and he has an impeccable track record. It was well understood that he was young and entrusted with the task of ambassador, as well as not Dada or insanity. But, you know, your excellence and style could turn out to be a vendetta. Unfortunately, the two loved ones were united and lived happily ever after... from the point of view of those who have kept the Marimaids, it is more likely that they will not be..."

"Duh, what do you mean?

Sophia, who was listening beside her, asked her grandmother back with an anxious look. Apparently Sophia hasn't grasped the intent of her grandmother's story completely.

Riverto, on the other hand, had a bitter look on his face like he had scuffed a bitter bug.

Imelda speaks further to Liberto, trying to tell the Lord to her granddaughter.

"Though you're three boys, you're part of the Duke family, which was originally the ruling class of the Tennessee nation. Besides, the strength came with origami. With that in mind, our granddaughter is also the only daughter of the Marimaid family, a treasury that goes into the five fingers in this country. I'm not lifting you because you're my grandson, but you're showing up as a young banker. So, what if those two were bonded? I wonder how you see this marriage around you? Naturally, I'll take a look at it with my convenient colored glasses, right?

To Imelda's words, Libert stuck his throat all the time.

That was an entirely true argument that could not be disputed. As for Liberto, it was the same as being poked again at a problem that I had so far turned a blind eye to just thinking about Sophia.

If we continue our relationship as it is, we will be able to attract Sofia's feelings sooner or later. If we take the time to increase the time between the two of us, the time will come for us to get along that way with nature. - Yes, Liberto was feeling it.

But it showed that the story that was poked out earlier was not just between us. Imelda pointed out that the fact that we are bound is a story that involves “politics” and “diplomacy” in no small measure.

Even though it has moved to a republican system and the aristocratic system has been abolished, the sign, the former Duke House, has yet to lose its brilliance.

The Laurentis, in particular, are still deeply involved in politics in the form of "diplomacy”. Both his father and his two brothers are involved in the country's diplomacy in their respective positions, and their influence is immense, let's say.

Speaking of the Marimaids on the one hand, they are also the best bourgeoisie in this country. Imelda said humbly “into the five fingers," but it's no exaggeration to say that she doesn't actually see a treasury with the power to line up with the Marimaid family.

In other words, we can say that the Marimaids are deeply involved in the fate of this country because of its “economic” dimension.

And if such two families were to be united, what would the surrounding view be?

Not even a royal wedding, but that marriage will spread, by the way.

The general public may bless our marriage. But it's the “political” world that doesn't make it that easy for me.

From a “political” point of view, it is likely that the fact that the two families are united is synonymous with each “country" deepening the bond. That will not be taken into account, even if they deny it.

It is rare that the deepening of ties between countries is interpreted in a good direction. At the very least, for other than the two countries, there will be no expressions of support for the possibility of altering the balance between national and national ties.

Besides, it should also be remembered that there are many things in each country that want to pull the legs of both houses.

Whether it's trivial or trivial, it's also the truth of the "political” world that the chase begins the moment you show a gap.

I also had to understand it as an unavoidable story that Imelda could not agree lightly, not knowing what would happen if the two were to be united.

Libert, who had been in silence with his arms together for a while, felt his gaze and raised his face.

The Lord of Sight is Sophia. The expression was indescribably anxious and lonely.

Don't let her look like this - Liberto desperately searched for a thread for a solution.

For Libert, there was no option to give up because of the huge handicap.

Because from the day I first met her, my heart was set...

Desperately turning his thoughts around and reaffirming his own thoughts, Liberto spun his words under one determination.

"Master Imelda is right. I do know that there are many obstacles to this fringe, given the position of each“ home ”. But that's not a problem at all. Liberto de Laurentis, no matter what difficulties await, with this life we will always overcome the obstacles and make Lord Sophia happy."

Liberto nodded one, sending his gaze to Sophia as he said the word forcefully.

Sophia to keep her eyes tight while she solidifies. Before she uttered her words, Imelda, sitting beside her, lifted her nibble and mouth angle.

"Hung, you said it. Well, you can call it anything if it's just your mouth. But if you're going to say that, why don't you prove to me if I have enough power for that word? Sophia, can you get Takumi for me?"

"Yes, dear aunt. One moment please."

Sophia, called back to me by her grandmother, jumps out of the room when she responds in a hurried manner.

The room where Liberto and Imelda were both left was dominated by silence.

After a while, when the door was knocked, Sophia with Takumi came back to the room.

"Would you like to call me?

"Oh, I'm sorry you're busy. I didn't want you to ask me for one thing. Can you come talk to me?

"Yes, I did. Here then..."

Imelda, who confirmed that Takumi had softly withheld at the side of his desk, sat Sofia in her seat before beginning to speak to Liberto.

"Well, Lord Liberto. Have you ever cooked before?

"No, you just don't have any cooking experience..."

Libert returns the words in a low voice.

To the answer as expected, Imelda spilled a nigga laugh before continuing the conversation.

"Yeah, I thought so. That's just great. Well, then, homework for you. Why don't you have breakfast ready for me and Sophia tomorrow morning? I'm not saying it's all. I don't mind just one dish. If it satisfies both of us, I'll think about it socially or whatever."

"Hey! You just said you've never cooked! It's impotent!"

Sophia, surprised by Imelda's request, shouted in a high voice.

But Imelda doesn't move at all.

"That's why. What you guys are trying to do is so lame. If I can't do this, I can't believe what I just said."

"Still! He said he couldn't do it so suddenly! At least the next meal day..."

"If you don't think you can do it, give it up. Or do you not believe in Lord Liberto?

It was Sofia who managed to pull out the conditions, but Imelda kept me from picking me up and making no sound.

"So, Takumi, I'm sorry, could you just lend me the kitchen for a little while tomorrow morning?

"Yeah, I don't mind that..."

"Thanks, hey, that helps. Yeah, well, the only thing I can lend you is the kitchen, and you're useless. And it would be helpful if I could use this room tomorrow morning, would you?

"Okay. Then we will prepare you in this room again tomorrow. Would you mind if I prepared it here if I had the ingredients I needed to cook?

"Oh, that's okay. Then it's up to you on this line. Well, what do you say? Do you want to take this fight?

Imelda, who summed up the conversation with a great deal of clap, confirms her intention to go back to Liberto.

Given Imelda's character, there wouldn't be a “second time" if you turned down this story, and Sophia knew about it.

But I didn't think very much that Liberto, who had no cooking experience at all, would be able to cook a dish that would satisfy them both in just one day.

Moreover, the difficulty was immeasurable when sealed to the support of Takumi.

Only a bad image in my head turns gruntly, giving me an anxious look Sophia.

To such a loving girlfriend, Liberto smiled gently.

And when I look at Kick Imelda, I tie my mouth to a single letter and then return the words clearly.

"I accept that offer. Then tomorrow morning, we will have something for you. I'm sure we'll be satisfied."

"Well said. Well, you should try your best. Well, shall we excuse ourselves first? Look, Sophia, I'm coming."

"Ha, ha. So, Master Liberto, I'll see you tomorrow."

Encouraged by Imelda, Sophia took a seat.

Libert also continues to take his seat, bowing his head to Sofia trying to leave the room before speaking up.

"I'm sorry that I seem to have taken the liberty of proceeding with the conversation. It's just that this story today, it's my unfalse feelings. Lord Imelda will persuade you, and we will do something about that afterwards. One day, when the time is ripe, Lord Sophia will be happy to respond to my feelings."

To the words, Sophia's legs stopped perfectly.

After staring at the Libert for a while, I slowly open my mouth.

"To be honest, it was so sudden that I still haven't sorted out my feelings. But one day, when the time is ripe, I'd like to give you a proper answer."

To Sophia's words, Liberto snorted.

Wait for the two of you to interact, and then speak up for Imelda to go.

The door closed and the footsteps kept away.

Forecasting the fit when the footsteps were no longer heard, Libert, left in the room, called out to Takumi.

"You've gotten into a hell of a lot of things. No, I'm really sorry."

"No, I don't mind...... I took on a story like that, and was it really okay?

Even from Takumi, who was listening beside him, it was fully understandable that he was being told quite a bit of impotence.

Takumi, the cook, was the reason why that hurdle was felt even higher.

To such Takumi's words, Liberto laughs trying to dispel his anxiety.

"Oh, to be honest, I'm full of anxiety. But Lord Imelda is kind. You left me a good tip on purpose."

"And, okay?

"What Lord Imelda instructed Lord Takumi was, 'No need for handouts'. So you don't mind if it's" talk out ". So, Lord Takumi, I'm sorry to bother you, but could you please instruct me on cooking by tomorrow morning? I want you to lend me some graduation."

Libert said so, bowing his head deeply.

It's about him with high pride. It would be a rare thing to bow your head so far.

Takumi, who felt the heart, takes on his offer with a smile.

"Please lift your head. I don't have much time, so I know it's going to get a little hard, but if you don't mind, let's head to the kitchen soon."

"Thank you. Now, Lord Takumi, no, Master Takumi, I need your guidance as soon as possible"

was a Libert leaving the room to jump out, suppressing his feelings to do it.