The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"Good morning. Wow! Master, can I have a word?

One morning, as Takumi was making lunch arrangements in the kitchen as usual, she heard herself summoned through the back door.

Apparently, Roland has been at work.

"Yes, yes, good morning. What's the matter, sir?

"Oh, Mr. Takumi, we're out of time. My little one always takes care of me. Look, why don't you just bow your head and say hello!

"Ouch!! Oyaji, it hurts!!!

Roland screams as his head is suppressed by a magnificent man with burnt skin and a disappointing physique on the day.

Takumi began to greet Roland's father, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, once she stopped working hands.

"Oh, this is Mr. Diego, we're out of time. I've always been very helpful to Mr. Roland."

"No, no, I'm sorry it's been a long time since I've been with you. Does it help you at all?

"I said it hurts!! Fucking dickhead of this stupid power!!

Roland, who manages to escape from being held down by the Gyugi, can hardly escape the strength of his father Diego's arm.

Takumi returns her words frankly, smiling at the condition of such a father and son.

"No, Mr. Roland totally raised his cooking arm and is now a necessity in this store. It's really helpful."

"Oh well! That's fine, but if there's a time to sag, do it with Bishi Bishi!

"Damn, come on!! Look, you're more serious than that! I'm busy this time of year, so tell me something!

Roland, finally escaping his father's hand, urged him to cut the story out while getting his bossy head in order.

"Ever, you did. No, Takumi, I actually got one favor for you today... In the meantime, could you take a look at him?

When Diego says so, he offers one crate to Takumi.

Among them, large prawns featuring bright red shells and long mustaches were sloppily lined up.

Some shrimps look where their mustaches are still moving picnicely, apparently something they just took this morning.

Takumi, who sees “luxury ingredients," leaks her admiration.

"This is a lot of splendid Ise shrimp. You say Langosta around here? Did you get Mr. Diego?

"Oh, this morning, whether you throw a net or not, it's all about him getting hooked. Thanks to this, we're closed today. Business is up."

Diego gets bogged down with a bitter laugh.

To his father, who scratches his head polypoly, the way Roland puts it. Words.

"Damn, you just have to give up putting the nets in the more..."

"That said, you got some better mon than you went fishing for. We're gonna eat this up, right?

"That's why there's a limit to when!?

Takumi broke in between the father and son who would begin to argue.

"Well, well, calm down, both of you. But what do you mean you're such a fine Langosta and you're not going to be in business?

"Um, this guy is a guy who can't really buy. No, as far as I'm concerned, if he's fresh, I don't think he threw it away..."

Diego answers Takumi's simple question with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

To compensate for the words, Roland also continued the words from the side.

"I think it would taste pretty good if you baked and boiled what you caught. But I'll have it for a day or so at this time of year, but when it's a little warmer, you'll have a weird smell in no time. And honestly, there's not much to eat..."

"Really? Hmmm......?

Takumi questioning Roland's words.

Apparently, the image you have of Langosta is a long way off.

Diego called out again as he was circling a question mark in his head.

"So, I was going to throw away what I couldn't eat in my own house, and he started saying," If it's enough to throw away, why don't you just let your master see it once ”..."

"My master has been producing more and more amazing dishes, so I thought maybe this Langosta would knit some good eating ways too! So let's just have Takumi look at it once..."

"I was wondering if this would annoy Takumi's hand, but if there really was such a thing, this Langosta would come to mind, too. No, I don't care how much Mr. Takumi can't do. I apologize for the busy hours with the purchase. Look, you apologize too!

Having just come to a conclusion, Diego tries to hold Roland's head back again.

Takumi rushed to control it, returning words to Diego.

"No, it would be a shame to throw away such a fine langosta. If that's more of a story, let me definitely pick it up. Yeah, how much would this amount cost?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Or is it really a tasty way to eat? Mr. Takumi, if you can't, you can tell me you can't, okay?

Diego, who is completely frightened, shrinks its big body.

To forgive it, Takumi continued her words with a smile.

"I'm not saying I can't do it at all. Really, I'd love to give it to you. Because in my hometown, Langosta was considered one of the finest ingredients, and so much so that something so big and splendid was too precious to get into my mouth for so few things."

"Heh! Is this the luxury ingredient?!?

"That's right. The really good stuff was something you wouldn't get unless it was a superior hotel or restaurant."

"Are you serious?!?

Every word of Takumi, Roland shouts his surprise.

To the magnitude of the gap so much, Diego was also unable to utter a word as it solidified.

Takumi communicates her honest thoughts to those two again.

"It's such a splendid langosta, even for me, I have a wiggle of arms. I'll pay the price properly, so why don't you give it to me?

"You're really true. All right, then you can't even pay for me, so let me pay you in the form of a thank you that Roland always takes care of and then a sample of our Langosta. So what do you say?

Diego shows a cancer attitude without giving up a step.

He was a takumi who accidentally roared Mmm, but he reconsidered that he should not lose any more favor and slowly opened his mouth.

"Okay. If that's all you have to say, thank you. Yes, it's a corner, so I'll prepare some dishes with this langosta, so if it's a good idea, why don't you eat it?

"I'm glad to hear that! I'd love to say...... but I'm going to have to go back to my house and meet my fellow fishermen now. I'm sorry, do you mind if I come back out in the evening?

"Of course I don't mind. If you like, come with your family. We have a few different kinds for you to enjoy."

To Takumi's words, that's Diego calling it...

But the moment I saw the look on Takumi's face, I had to swallow the words all the way down.

A gaze with a strong will not to say whether or not, even as he seemed to be smiling calmly.

Takumi looks like a good man at first glance, but how can he be quite like a hard-boiled fellow Portside fisherman?

The man on the strong side of the portside laughed niggardly and then shook his head vertically at Takumi's offer.

"I'm sorry I gave you something to take care of. Then let your words sweeten you."

"I knew I was a master! Look, Oyaji, just like I said!

"What are you talking about?" You must thank Takumi for the depth of her nostalgia first!!

When Diego said so, he shook his fist down looking at his son's head.

In the kitchen, a gong, and a dull sound echo.

Oh no! I called out to Roland screaming his head as Takumi smiled as usual

"Well, it's time to get ready for lunch. I'm going to ask you to help me cook some Langosta in the evening."

"Roger that! Let me study hard!

Roland wore the apron hanging from his usual predetermined position.

Tighten the string tightly and it will really become the face of the "cook”.

Diego, who was watching how it was, howled, and then lifted the nigga's mouth angle.

"Mr. Takumi, if his nose column seems to be stretching at all, I don't mind if Bucky breaks it. So thank you."

"Yes, I did. See you in the evening."

"What! That could be it. Shh!?

It was Roland, who was echoed by his father's noisy words with exact affirmation and was unintentionally upset.

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"Well, shall we begin? Take a good look and remember."

"No! Nice to meet you!!

When lunch sales settled, Langosta (Ise Shrimp) dishes began to be served to signal Takumi's words.

Roland, who is turning to Takumi's assistant, is rather rushed because he also has to deal with orders for customers who get in with the bump.

But this busy feeling of the joy of being entrusted with cooking and the pleasure of knowing new dishes was more than happy for Roland today.

Takumi removes one Langosta from the crate and puts it on the slab.

Seeing how the tentacles are moving picnically still seems fresh enough.

Takumi makes up for the explanation in words, while showing how the work is going.

"You start by removing Langosta's body from its shell. First, put it in a knife here..."

Takumi, with Langosta's head firmly contained, moves as she strips herself slightly as she inserts a knife into the gap between her head and torso.

The area on the shelled abdominal side was also carefully judged, and the torso was pulled out of his head all the way around.

"That's the first stage, isn't it? From here, we're going to take the torso shell off. Be careful because it's hard.

Cut in with a knife at both ends of the Langosta shell with the abdominal side facing up.

Then he also put a knife at the base of the tail, then pushed it off with his thumb to remove the shell on his back.

If you put your thumb in the same way, the thin shell on your abdomen will also peel off easily.

What then appeared there was a fresh Langosta body with a slightly clearer white with a beautiful red stripe.

Roland, who had a solid eye on the work to this point, leaks his admiration.

"Because the shell is hard, I think it's hard to scratch it in a raw state, but it's surprisingly easy to try this!

"Depending on the dish, it may be better to boil or bake it, but when you remove yourself this way, it's easier to use for a variety of dishes. Well, would you like to try Roland, too?

"No! Good luck!"

Roland, who replied well, started the challenge by switching places with Takumi.

Just like Takumi, hold Langosta's head tight and insert a knife between his head and torso.

Then at that moment, Langosta chipped and began to storm violently.

"Wow! He looks amazing!!

"Sounds like you were a good living guy. But all this rambling is good evidence of freshness. Try your best."

"Ugh, that's enough!

Roland continues to work, bewildered by unexpected force.

The torso shell could be removed smoothly as he peeled his head and body as he struggled with the rampant Langosta.

Roland, who let the work go, takes a breath.

"No, it seems easy to look at, but it still seems like a big difference to try"

"Right. Especially when you're still alive."

"Well, if it comes from them, you're desperate to live. That's why I have to cook you delicious, right?

To Roland's words, Takumi nodded silently and loudly.

Words that have been repeated over and over since I welcomed Roland into this' swordfish 'kitchen are now completely stained on him.

That was what made Takumi feel happier than anything.

"So, this is the only body you use, right? Can I throw away my shell or my head?

Takumi quietly shook her neck to the side in words Roland casually uttered.

"No, there's a proper way to cook this shell and your head. I'll use it later, so can you keep each one separately?

"Huh? You're so hard, you can eat it?

"Of course, it doesn't mean we eat it as it is. Well, stay tuned for later. Then the torso shell is on this monkey. From your head, miso... please remove the contents and transfer them to this bowl."

"Ugh, that's enough!

Roland, who has no idea how to cook, takes the contents of his shell and head as instructed by his master, even though he puts his neck behind him.

Having checked his condition, Takumi gave instructions to Roland to continue processing under the live Langosta, while he himself embarked on the next task.

It was followed by a beautiful red stained boiled langosta that was placed on the slab.

We identified the state of freshness in the morning phase that Diego gave us, and anything we decided not to hold until the evening was salt-boiled first.

It really stinks when it stays raw, but if I let it boil salt like this, it will taste good for about a day.

It also had the advantage that boiling while still in the shell made it difficult to escape the taste outside.

In the case of boiled langosta, the head and torso can be easily separated by twisting the neck.

And just like the living one, a cleavage was put in with a knife aimed at both ends of the shell from the abdominal side, and it was pulled from the shell.

The boiled Langosta body has a more beautiful white and red stripe pattern. Seems like a sign because I see it.

If you are a stripped boiled langosta, keep the contents (miso) and shells of your head separate.

Then, when Takumi arranged the boiled langosta on the slab, which he left shelled, he put in a knife to make sure that he didn't beat it all up.

I look at Langosta cracked in two straight from head to tail and Roland sounds happy.

"Wow! This is fancy!

"Be very careful, because knives can also slip when the shell is hard."

"Ugh!!

Nodding at the petty reply back from Roland, Takumi removes herself from the half-hearted Langosta.

Then, as he smashed himself into a bite, he delivered it neatly to his original shell.

"Is that what you're putting back?

"Yeah, I'll make this shell a living dish, so once it's ready to serve, Otherwise, it won't be served beautifully."

"I see. I'm going to look forward to seeing what kind of food it's going to be! Oh, it's over here!

Roland, who has finished taking charge, asks Takumi for confirmation.

Langosta's body has been removed, and the contents and shells of his head have each been carefully separated.

Takumi was impressed by the speed with which Roland swallowed.

It is a great talent for a cook to remember the procedure firmly just by looking at it once.

From here on out, when Roland, with various experiences, is able to demonstrate the technology he has acquired as "his own," it will be that his true power will be unleashed.

But I can't lose as a cook myself. We must not rest in the knowledge and experience gained in our former lives and further refine them - the presence of Roland, which makes us feel such thoughts, was an increasing encouragement to Takumi.