The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"Are you both ready?

The next day, in the kitchen of the coffee shop Tsubame, two people, Liberto and Hernando, were facing each other.

To Takumi's call, the two move their cockroaches and necks vertically.

Confirming the two chiefs' agreement, Takumi also nodded slowly again before opening her mouth again.

"Master Liberto will have Luna and Hernando will have Roland as his support. We both know exactly what this kitchen is all about, so please tell us what it is. Okay, go ahead, get started."

In response to Takumi's declaration, Liberto speaks quickly to Luna, who is beside him.

"Lord Luna, do me a favor."

"Ha! Nice to meet you! What would you like to start with?

"I'd like to start by boiling this patter. Can you boil the water?

"I get it! Okay, I'll do it on that gas stove over there."

When Luna leads the Libert under the gas stove, she takes the long match provided beside her out of the box and lights it shrugged in a familiar manner.

And as I approached the day as I opened the cock of the stove, the blue flame quickly rose with the sound of a bowa.

Riverto, who was watching it on the side, once again leaks admiration.

"Mm-hmm. You showed it yesterday, but this is a great and convenient thing. We want it to spread quickly in our country."

"It's also easy to adjust the firepower, which makes it very easy to cook. I'm sure what Mr. Liberto makes will be delicious!

"That's exciting. Well, then put the pot here..."

While Liberto and Luna continued to work in front of the stove, Hernando and Roland were in the process of taking down the ingredients at the kitchen table.

Roland speaks out in surprise at Hernando's gesture, which handily mops down the tomatoes.

"That sounds amazing! Do you cook?

"Oh, because cooking was one job when you were at the bottom of the voyager. It's not just a big boat with a dedicated cook, and you didn't hate cooking in the first place."

"Right. But it's like cooking on the ocean... It just seems so hard to imagine."

"Do you know about the ocean, Roland?

"My house is a family of fishermen. I chose the culinary path because I didn't like swimming, but I used to help fish, so I've been through things on the ocean. Including that fear, though. Is that all you need?

Roland, speaking but with a paragraph of work, shows Hernando a bowl with a bowl of seboria (onions).

Having checked the contents, Hernando gave Roland the following instructions, nodding satisfactorily.

"That would be good. Then next time, could you mop this aho down as well?

"Roger that! It's a mess!"

Hernando looks up as he hears a pleasant Roland reply.

At the end of his gaze, Libert was taking something out of the pan with the girl in support.

From the color of his eyes, he's probably a patter.

It seemed oddly that the same soup was to be prepared for the theme "Something like food going on even on a hot day".

However, the ingredients prepared by Liberto are very simple: seboria, pereheel (parsley), milk, chicken gala soup, plus salt and pepper, in the earlier patter.

In contrast, Hernando had prepared tomatoes with seboria, peppino (cucumber), red and yellow pimiento (paprika), limon (lemon) and plenty of ingredients.

Plus what Hernando is bringing in as a trump card, that's a bottle of hard, plugged.

This contains the Almeja (clam) soup that I had planted in the morning.

Its soup, made by steaming plenty of Almeja in white wine, is a dish of pearls with a concentrated flavour of Almeja.

(With this, I'm sure...... No, if you finish it right, you're ruined)

Having tasted a little of the soup from the bottle to make sure it wasn't damaged, Hernando resumed the cooking work, keeping his mind tight enough not to drop the 'winnable battle' by hand.

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"Thank you for waiting. We have prepared your dishes, and we will carry them."

Takumi, who came to a private room upstairs on the "swordfish", speaks to Sofia, who was waiting for one person in the room.

From behind, Hernando and Libert each entered the room with a tray covered with a silver lid.

Sophia, who confirmed the appearance of the two of us, speaks the words of labor.

"Thank you very much. So, can I see your cooking soon?

"Then start with me first. We have Gaspacho, our hometown soup filled with tomatoes and vegetables."

When I opened the lid on the tray I placed on the table, there was a bright red soup poured into a platter of white magnets.

On top of the bright red soup, the red and yellow of the corner-cut pimiento and the green of the finely carved peppino dance vibrantly.

Next door is a lightly toasted mythbread.

Sophia, staring at the red soup for a while reminiscent of the glare of summer, realizes that there is a flurry.

That means no hot air has risen from the soup.

Instead, what caught my eye was that the plates of white magnetism, which were pouring soup, were snugly sweaty.

Sophia, who figured where it meant, sends Hernando a gaze and speaks up.

"Could this be..."

"As you guessed. Because of this, we cooked at this store, so we tailored it as a 'cold soup' chilled with ice. Enjoy it while it's cold."

Following the words of Hernando, whom I recommend with a flamboyant look, Sophia first sips with a spoon and sees the flavor.

From a well cooled soup, the taste of tomatoes spreads across the mouth, giving it a touch of sweetness and sourness.

Among its flavors, which inhaled the summer sun full, Sebolia adds complexity, and the refreshing aroma and acidity of limon also adds to the delicacy.

The crisp spiciness of Cayenna (sea urchin) and the firm flavor of Aho had also fully stimulated my appetite.

Pimiento and Peppino, which are put in as ingredients, also have a pleasant shaky tooth feel.

Of course, it goes perfectly with Mythbread.

And about half way through the meal, Sophia realizes that there is a fudge.

That is the base part of the soup that is the most fundamental flavor, where only a tiny fragrance of the sea was felt.

"It's really wonderful, it's so delicious. By the way, do you use any sea delights for this soup? It's just a few things, but I think it smelled like the sea..."

Hernando snorts loudly at Sophia's words all the time, getting my will.

"Exactly. As a base for Gaspacho soup, we often use water or cold chicken soup, but today we used here a savory steaming juice made from steamed Almeja in white wine. Would you have liked to have it?

Sophia smiles again at Hernando, who speaks with a smile as she lifts her mouth corner.

"Yeah, it was so great. It was truly reminiscent of Hernando."

"That's more than anything you can say. Well, if it's true, I'd love to have it all, but you don't have to be too full and not be able to cook for Master Liberto. It's time for me to do a baton touch."

While showing Sophia how to talk, Hernando sends his gaze to Liberto put pressure on him.

But Liberto put out a tray long ago with his own dish in it, without moving.

"Then let me also serve my dishes. Enjoy it."

When Libert took the lid of the tray, it was also a cup of soup that was there.

This is also a creamy white soup poured onto a platter of white magnets with a slight scattering of chopped perfours, which contrasts beautifully with the dark green.

If the red gas pacho prepared by Hernando brings the luster to the foreground, this dish has a quiet beauty to it.

Just like Hernando's, there is a Shizukuishi around the plate, accompanied by a lightly toasted mysbret on the side.

It was Sophia who had been tasting Liberto's soup with her eyes for a while, but when she raised her gaze toward Liberto, she uttered words to confirm.

"Could this be a chilled soup, too?

"Oh. This is something called 'Viscisowers of Patata'. I was surprised it overlapped with cold soup, but apparently I had a similar idea. Aside from the lecture, try this too."

Sophia, prompted by Liberto, nods one cockle and then carries that white soup to her mouth.

The milky flavored soup had a smooth tongue everywhere and was a carefully cooked object.

Among the rich milk flavors is the soft patata flavor and the sweetness of Sebolia, which I think has been carefully put through the fire, and the chicken flavor firmly underpins it to create a wonderful flavor.

It is minced cebolia that comes as the fruit of the soup.

This was just the right accent for a soup with an overall soft taste, which clearly raised the contour of the soup.

Carry it to your mouth again and again to make sure it tastes good, Sophia.

After eating about half of this one too, tell Liberto what you think.

"The taste of patata goes well with the taste of milk. It's close to potage, but I'm surprised the atmosphere changes so much when it gets cold."

"Mm-hmm. I still wanted something cold on a hot day, and I thought that something like soup would still be good when food went on even on such a day. I thought milk and patterns would nourish you well, and the gentle taste would be easier to mouth. Well, this is also because Lord Takumi has firmly shaped my image."

With that said, Takumi also quietly bows his head as Liberto sends his gaze to Takumi.

Then, from the side, Hernando pinched his mouth.

"I think what Brother Liberto is saying is best. But it's not all about milk and patata that's nutritious, is it? There's a word for eating tomatoes when it's hot, and Peppino takes the heat that builds up in his body. Pimiento, Sebolia, and Almeja are nutritious. In the first place, sometimes when you're hot and tired, something with a clear taste is easier to eat than a soft taste?

I was also firmly aware of what was in Libert's words, Hernando hits the word on Libert as if he were going to appeal so strongly.

Liberto tries to argue with the word, but Sophia opened her mouth earlier than that.

"Yes, Hernando's labor on my body is a good message if you have this red soup. They're both really great, and to be honest with you, it's hard to get a taste of them."

"So, to draw...?

Hernando spills his words as he turns toward Sofia.

But Sophia continued the conversation as she shook her head to the side.

"No, I felt only one distinct difference between these two soups. It may be a slight difference, but that's where the important point came in. It's this soup that really moved my mind…"

Sophia said so, offering white soup - Liberto's "Vici Sowers" long ago.

A quiet, eye-meditating, nodding Libert.

Unsatisfied with the result, however, Hernando absurds his voice as he stuffs into Sofia.

"How is that awesome!? What didn't work, so rinse?

"Master Hernando's soup was also very pampering. If it was complete as a soup, maybe it would have been better than Liberto-like soup."

"So why!?

"If I chose Hernando, I wondered if he was going to spend the evening with me..."

"What? What is that... Ah!

Hernando thinks for a moment into Sophia's enigmatic words.

But when I caught the intent of the word, I raised my voice out loud.

In recognition of his “failure," Hernando looks remorseful.

I spoke to Hernando like that so that Sophia could fool him.

"You see. Yes, it was a little bit of an aho flavor for me. Maybe you were willing to cheer me up, but I'm still a woman too, and I'm really worried about the smell..."

"I guess my desire for Lord Sophia to choose just a little bit ahead of me. But if I'd been more alert, they'd have eaten it in no time, and I think it would have been that great."

While slapping Hernando on the shoulder, Libert also speaks comforting words.

But when Hernando paid that hand, he slowly turned towards Libert.

"All right. Don't give a loser anything, okay? Uh, I thought I'd made it this far, but it's a plan over from scratch."

"Plan? What is that about?

Sophia, hooked to the word, asks Hernando what her intentions are.

In contrast, Hernando began to smile once before speaking with a serious look.

"That's right. What I really wanted was a family name comparable to the Laurentis family. Sophia and I can get back into the Alvarez family and adopt our son-in-law."

Hernando speaking in shattered condition, just like telling Liberto.

Apparently, to him, this one looks more natural.

Meanwhile, Sophia, who received Hernando's confession, shivers her mouth slightly.

"Take me for that..."

"With Soyuko. But you seem a little rushed. I knew these things weren't going to work out fast. Well, one was good because there was a harvest."

"Harvest?"

Now Liberto questions.

Then Hernando laughed two cups and then returned the words.

"Yeah. Lord Sophia and Brother Liberto, you look super good! When I get back to the country, I don't know where to report it."

"Temehe, now you're going to sell the story somewhere!

Libert unexpectedly highs Libert.

For a single Liberto, being sniffed off somewhere with Sophia won't be a scandal.

But still, it will be noisy, and I can think of enough to cause Sofia a a great deal of trouble.

That's why Sophia and I were trying to sneak up on each other in this Harpertown land, but it was also natural that we couldn't allow ourselves to be made Ami the original tree.

In contrast to such a liberal, Hernando calmly bumps his words as he lifts the corner of his mouth.

"Just kidding. It's boring to do that. Besides, I'd like to see Brother Liberto and the Laurentis in trouble, but I don't want to see Lord Sophia in trouble."

"Knock..."

To that inedible attitude, Liberto accidentally held his temples.

Then, now Hernando tells you this in his true face.

"Brother Liberto, I know you have a lot of marks, but if you're serious about Lord Sophia, get yourself together."

"Well, that's true, but there's something about each other..."

Libert sending his gaze to Sofia to ask for a help ship.

Then, as Hernando also turned to Sophia to chase that gaze, he turned his gaze back to Liberto with his side as it was, and called out.

"If you're too ghoulish, I'll attack Lord Sophia again. Look, there may be things that don't reach Brother Liberto, but if you look at me objectively, I'm not that bad of a guy, either, am I?

"Well, even if they say so..."

Not knowing what to answer, Sophia dyes her face bright red.

But without passing by the look of it, Hernando spun the word.

"Honestly, I'm pretty sure I was pulled by the size of my family name at first. But it's also a true feeling that I was attracted to your charm while I talked to Lord Sophia about everything and let her work with me. If Brother Liberto seems too fussy, I'll come and strip you, so please wait."

"Oh, you......!

Liberto is stunned by Hernando's words, which do not seem to be against his cousin's thinkers.

Taking that look into his sight, Hernando took a plate of red soup half left behind.

"Don't be like that, Brother Liberto, hold on. Well, I guess it's time for me to go home because I'm a grandpa bug. Take your time, both of you."

Hernando, who left that behind, gives Takumi a thank you and leaves the room behind.

There was a subtle silence between the two scratched around scattered.

For a while, the sound of the column clock rattles.

Eventually, it was the Lord Takumi of this store who broke that silence.

"Now, let me prepare a meal for both of you. I'll be out of my seat for a while, so please both of you relax (...)"

In that profound word, they dyed their cheeks red again.