The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"Well, are you ready?

When Takumi, who put together his usual cafe apron, speaks, four people, Roland, Fidel, Luna and Theo, who were gathered around him, nod cocklessly.

Roland speaks as he holds his mouth against Fidel, who rarely looked like an apron.

"Steady......, you don't look alike"

"Shut up! You don't have to tell me. You know me best.

"Well, just don't pull your legs."

"I know! You're not gonna do anything stupid!

I suck at the boys who start to get along with each other with the look that Takumi told me to do.

"Yes, yes, let's both focus, shall we? Okay, shall we get started? I'll show you how to do it first, so if you look closely and remember, take notes."

"Nyarch is here to watch everyone do their best! It's delicious!

Nyarch, arrayed at a small table in the corner of the kitchen, was showing a relaxing and static stand over a cup of coffee.

With such a bitter laugh at Nyarch's words, Takumi reaches for the ingredients she prepared earlier.

"The basic ingredients are these two arrows of flour and vicarbonate, and the rest is moisture. Today we use milk, plus eggs and sugar."

Takumi going ahead with the work while giving an explanation.

Place the arrow flour, sugar and vicarbonate in a bowl, stirring the whole well, then add the eggs and milk there as well and knead together.

"This is how hard the fabric is. It's often called earlobe stiffness, but if you lift it up lightly like this, it's approximate to be stiff enough to drool slightly at your own weight. The dough sticks when there is a lot of moisture, so add the powder in several portions."

"So far, it looks a lot like garetta fabric."

As Roland groaned as he watched the work, Takumi snorted.

"Right. However, it will be softer than gallator fabric. Well, with all this together, you can do the fabric. Let's move on to the next task while we give it a little rest. Now please go to the stove."

Takumi said so, moving to the wall side where the gas stove was installed with sugar and water, and limon (lemon) squeeze juice.

The four of us who were watching the work also follow Takumi.

When I ignited two gas stoves with fire on the long match, I put a frying pan on one of them and an oiled pan on the other.

"In this frying pan, we make candy to cover around. Easy to make, just add water and sugar, plus limon juice and boil."

"Oh, is this possibly the same way you make caramel?

I remember when I made it for the singing princess Silena. Theo throws a question.

In contrast, Takumi nodded yeah again.

"Speaking of which, you made it with me. Exactly the same way you make a caramel. The only difference, however, is that it doesn't boil as much as it did when it was caramelized. It will fit when the bubbles are just about right with the intensity of the fire inside. Well, it's actually easier to figure it out."

I can't hold Takumi's hand while I explain.

The sugar was thoroughly melted in as the frying pan over medium heat was slowly stirred in a wooden slab.

Eventually, where the sugar is completely dissolved and the trout is liquid, the flame reduction is adjusted slightly weaker.

And when I held my hand over the oiled pan to check the temperature, I accompanied the four of them back to the kitchen table again.

"Well, from here on out, right? I'm going to fry this dough in oil, but I can't fry it as a chunk, so I'm going to cut it into small pieces before I do. This is how you flour the slab..."

Takumi, covered with arrow flour on the slab, puts the dough on top of it and also spreads the arrow flour over the dough before pressing it with a noodle stick.

When I stretched it to as thick as it was, I now put a knife in that fabric.

The fabric, cut into slightly flat noodles about the length of the fingers, is transported to the front of the gas stove for each slab and placed on a workbench provided on the side.

"Now, I'm going to fry this dough carefully at a lower temperature, but there's only one point. If you do the fabric like this instead of staying flat..."

The flat extended fabric is gently twisted at Takumi's hand before being placed in the oil.

Then I heard a cozy sound called Schwar from sufficiently warm oil.

The question I've been asking while waiting to fry is Luna, who was making notes on the steps of the work in such a way as intrigue.

"Why are you twisting this and then frying it?

"It goes up even if it stays flat, but there's no more escape for moisture in the fabric, and it can swell, right? By twisting it in advance, you can scratch the surface of the fabric and escape to the moisture inside. It's going to look interesting."

"I see, there's one reason at a time. But if I do, they're gonna rip the dough off."

Fidel, who was listening, looks troubled as she scratches her head.

But Takumi nearly smiled to reassure me of it.

"It's okay if it's broken. And if you don't even care what it looks like, it's okay to twist it like this and then put it together lightly."

That's how Takumi makes the twisted fabric look lightly rounded with a corny palm.

It does seem that there are few failures this way.

Yes, Fidel thinks, Roland came in tea from the side.

"This could even be a clumsy little fox, right?

"Big Rabbit Shut Up! Remember, Temehe's going to make it for you at the store, right?

"Oh, my God, you don't even look great. I thought you were the man to make an apron."

"Don't be silly. At first, I admit your arm, so you can make delicious things as my exclusive cook!

"Oh, who's exclusive to Omae! I'm only a mentor's apprentice, a member of the staff at" The Swarm, "taking care of Temehe. Yikes!

"Yes, yes, if we don't do that, we'll both be pissed off by Mr. Takumi. Okay? You know you shouldn't be messing around when you're frying, right?

"" Ah, ha, yes ""

Fucked by the youngest Luna, the two boys get together and knock out their ears with Petan.

Takumi felt that Luna was getting much brighter and firmer when she welcomed her here (at the station building).

The fact that you're letting me go to school may also have a good impact.

Takumi kept seriously frying the dough as she was delighted in her heart about Luna, who grew up slowly.

"Well, it's the last finish. When you fry the dough until you have less bubbles firmly, tangle it in this candy sauce that you just made. So, cover the whole thing with candy..."

When you cleverly pinch the dough up into the fox color with the vegetable chopsticks, place it one after the other in a frying pan with bukbuk and foaming candy.

And when the candy was firmly covered in a stirring shape, it was carefully arranged on the plate one by one.

"Kunka-kun! You smell good! I have one for you...... Yikes!! It's so hot!!

Nyarch, who was approaching at some point, tried to stumble on one thing he could, but was surprised by the hot fabric besides his thoughts, breathing hoohoohoo on his fingers.

Takumi, who was watching it, called out to the four people around him, like he said, oh man.

"Yes, you can do it. It's so hot on this street, so be careful not to be like Nyarch"

"Wha!? Where has Nyarch been worried?

"You deserve it, don't you? But, well, I'm worried about burns, so keep it cool."

"It's so aiming!

Hurry to the water field and start chilling your fingers Nyarch.

You were relieved, your eyes narrowed and you were sighing.

"So this is the completion of 'Karinto'. It's deep-fried. I don't think it's a problem with the sunshine because it's covered with sugar around it. Well, why don't we just leave the gnocchi with our fingers cold over there and let's all try it?

"You're a little confused. Nah! That's sloppy!

"Joke, joke. Come on, Nyarch. Come here."

"Then take a drink with you! You want some cold coffee?

"Oh, I'm so helpful!

Luna, who raised her energetic voice, runs patsy under Nyarch.

The men also looked at each other and nodded at each other, and then began to prepare for the tea party named Tasting.