The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"Good, that's good... Uh-oh, it's over."

At noon one day, Gustav appeared in a bakery in Harpertown.

Having completed regular inspections and repairs of kilns and instruments (karakuri) essential for baking the bread, Gustav speaks to the store's lord as he gleefully wipes the sweat on his forehead.

"... always helpful"

"Damn, you're as heartless as ever. Look, can't you do one more smile?"

"... are you still going to smile?

Salvador that opens its mouth heavily.

But behind the word, the strong shopkeeper's mouth angle did not appear to be lifting slightly.

Gustav, who spoke earlier to tease me, is well aware of the area.

"Though, even if you suddenly do 'Welcome -' with a full smile, it's just disgusting"

"... sure, that's not true"

Salvador slowly shook his neck down vertically.

As we engage in such a frivolous conversation, the door of the store opens in a chatter.

Coming in was a familiar opponent to Salvador and Gustav.

"I'm sorry. Chi and I are late...... did Gustav come too?

"The usual routine inspections. More than that, Gardo, delivery at noon like this?

"Oh, I just got an extra order from the guy in Salvador this morning. Is this good for you?

……

With a silent peek into the large box that Gardo has carried, Salvador takes one of its contents.

The surface coloured red and fat as round as a rugby ball, it was one of the most iconic ingredients of autumn, finally in season.

Gustav accidentally pinches his mouth at its less splendid.

"Heh, that's a pretty good duck potato."

"Thanks to you, it's a rich year. Big ones like this are gobbling in the fields. Hey, nice potato, huh?

"... oh"

Salvatore, who had slowly identified the performance of the duck, opened his mouth slightly and nodded slowly.

Salvador with little change of expression, but a long relationship, the two of them didn't miss the slight drop in their eyeballs.

"Looks good, apparently."

"Damn, you're hard to understand. But what are you gonna do with a duck or something? You feel like mixing and baking in a bread?

"... this is for prototyping. If you have time, do you want to eat?

Now Salvador looks up as he flies his eyes sharply with the guillotine.

It was Gustav who reacted first.

"I thought it felt pretty confident, didn't I? I don't have any more plans after this, so please eat it. What about you?

"I don't have a problem either. Let me show you what you can make out of our ducklings."

"... then you can wait that way"

They nodded silently at Salvador pointing to the sales floor.

―――――

Salvador in the kitchen wraps his white coat, as usual.

Then there, one girl came down the stairs and spoke.

"Tocha, I'll help you too!

Her name is Alexandra and she is the only daughter of Salvador.

She wears a red and white checked apron gently as she rocks her father's conceded blonde hair in three braids.

Salvador then opened his mouth quietly as he glanced at you chilling.

"... serve him a drink first"

"Aye, sweetheart. It's a corner, and can I have some tea?

"... I'll take care of it"

"Well, I'll take it the other day."

Alexandra answers cheerfully, even to her father, who speaks few words.

When she took the seed fire out of a large oven kiln for baking, she transferred it to the rocket stove and set it on fire.

Then when water is stretched over an affordable size one-handed pan and placed over a rocket stove, one can is removed from the shelf.

When I opened the lid of the can, the aromatic aroma tickled Alexandra's nostrils.

"Huh! Smells good!

"... do it quietly"

"Uh, that's okay. Well, I was wondering if it was time for the hot water to boil."

My daughter doesn't look cheerful, even if she is taunted from Salvador, where she continues to work silently.

The strong flame of the rocket stove quickly began to bubble up the water in the pan.

Alexandra then creases in the tea leaves inside with a small spoon that was inside the can.

The pan was then immediately grated from the fire and transferred onto a wooden workbench.

Go on. She takes two cups out of the shelf and puts a little milk in it.

He then poured the red beautifully dyed liquid into the cup as he received the tea leaves with the fine browning of the net.

"And - how much longer is yours?

"... you're done. I'll call you later."

"Aye! Well, I'm not gonna take this first."

When Alexandra put the milk-filled tape she had just put on top of a wooden square tray, she headed to the sales office with a slight bounce of three knitted sauces.

―――――

"Yes, I brought you a drink first."

Alexandra speaks to Gardo and Gustav, who were calm at the sales table.

Gard offers his hand as he narrows his eyes to his old billboard daughter, who held the wooden tray with both hands.

"Thanks. Hey, I thought I'd get this in Koch"

"Oh, my God, I can't see you, so I thought you were going somewhere, so you stayed home."

"Yeah, I was lying in my room for a bit. I've been so busy lately. Look, it's already sold out at this hour. Okay?

In response to Gustav's words, he turns his hand all the way around as Alexandra points to the area.

The top of the merchandise shelf arranged along the wall was completely empty despite the early hours of the afternoon.

"Isn't that nice? Business flourishes, above all else."

"Uncle Gard's words are the best, too. But if it's something early, it'll sell out before noon. I don't have to go home disappointed by the customers who came around the corner. I wish you'd bake a lot of bread just a little bit more."

Keeps his mouth shut as Alexandra spills her stupidity.

But it was something that everyone here, including her, understood that the desire was unbearable.

Gustav speaks for himself, even as he perceives his mood.

"Well, the one in Salvador is also a bee craftsman. I guess I'm not going to increase the quantity until I lose the quality of the product."

"Of course I know that. Yes, Uncle Gustav, make a device that will bake the bread so quickly!

"Don't say you can't. That's how Salvadoran bread can reproduce craftsmanship and equipment.

"Right. Ha, if this is the case, I should have properly apprenticed my father and trained him in making bread."

Alexandra steps on the group thick with a crease between her eyebrows.

Now Gardo begins to mock her like that.

"If Salvador cares about that, he'll take it from one of his disciples. Sometimes you get someone you're going to be your apprentice to, don't you?

"Hey, stop! If you do that, you can round him up and throw him in the kiln!!

Alexandra, panicked by Gard's words, shakes her head violently as she rattles and shakes her shoulders.

And after the haha and laughter echoed into the sales floor, Gardo opened his mouth again.

"But you're a good old man, too, aren't you? I'm impressed with your help with the house, but if you're gonna play some more in the city, what are you gonna do?

"Um, my friends back in school and stuff say a lot about me. Come on, but honestly, it's more fun doing shop stuff right now. Besides, sometimes I go out to the city with friends and stuff, but I've never met anyone cooler than us and you. Does it look light to you? Target? Oh, except for the Ozzies, of course! Uncle Gard and Uncle Gustav are cool next!

"" Ooh, ooh... "

Neither Gard nor Gustav can hide the colour of confusion in Alexandra's appearance, who speaks with high tension.

It's a good thing that my father and daughter get along, but I didn't feel Alexandra's feelings about my father were a little too great.

After the subtle time opened, Zazza and footsteps were heard from the kitchen.

When the three of them turn around, there's what Salvador looks like.

Stiffed to his white coat, he places the cage where the hot air rises on the table with Don, and slowly opens his mouth.

"... done. Try it."

"Ho, is he...?

As Salvador tells me, Gustav reaches for what's in the cage.

It's still warm enough to get the hot air up. That's a lot of slightly larger square-cut ducks in the white moist dough.

When I broke that in two palm-sized pieces that felt slightly heavier, the sweet aroma rose from the fluffy finish.

"Hum, something like a steamed bread of chiseled ducklings. Don't hesitate..."

While Gardo says so, gabble a bite of steamed bread broken in half.

The fabric is more mottled and prickly than I thought, and the teeth are so much fun.

Does it contain sugar or has a sweet finish?

And the sweetness goes hand in hand with the sweetness of the duck that is plenty in the dough to enhance the taste even better.

It was such a simple flavor that it made me feel nostalgic somewhere despite eating it for the first time.

"It's like a duck in a castagna. It's not gonna be a booze knob, but yeah, it's just right for a guy who likes sweets, right?

Gustav's thoughts on eating the same seemed to be the same again as Gard's.

The two, when quickly delivered to their stomachs, rinse their mouths with the tape they left behind.

"Don't get in my stomach for quite a while. No, I was good. A treat."

"My ducklings are delighted to make them so delicious. Is this your original?

"... no. I made this from a recipe from the master of" The Swallow. "

"Oh, this is the one I was telling you about during this time. What was that? Did you say" Onimanju "or something?

Soon Alexandra, who had Onimanju in her hand, breaks into a conversation between the three of them.

"Heh, 'Onimanju'? That's a ridiculously unusual name, but no, this is good."

"Uh, Uncle Gustav, that's the third one. Leave my share."

Alexandra raises her protest as she rocks her blonde offering hair.

Salvador speaks up, eager for such a daughter with his gaze.

"... with a few more hands, it would taste like ours. Besides, you don't have to use a kiln to do this."

"Huh? What? Could...?

"... sooner or later I'm going to add it as a product"

"Seriously -! That's right!!

One major cause of Salvador's inability to increase the quantity of goods was found in the 'oven kiln'.

The oven kiln in this store is quite large, but still over-capacity due to current sales.

If you increase the baking pace any longer, the kiln temperatures will drop and burn raw, and even if you intensify your fire any more so that it can be baked well, this is a situation where you will burn before the fire enters the inside.

However, I don't use the 'oven kiln' because this' onimanju 'steams up and makes duckling dough.

As long as I was careful with the formula, it didn't take that much effort, it was also an easy product to make.

Gardo, who was watching the interaction between the two of them, also nods, yeah, yeah.

"I see, was that why you said that? Well, we need to feel comfortable and wholesale good ducks."

"Hold on, it's still sweet for my daughter. You're too old to be one of the good guys because of this, right?

Gustav talking to tease.

Then Salvador opened his mouth, flying a sharp glance at Guillaume.

"... you can always bring a man like that if you want. I'll round it up deliciously..."

"I'll bake you up! Yeah, I know! It's okay, now that you're the best."

Alexandra said so, jumping on Salvador's fat, successful arm.

To that adorable trick, the mighty Salvador unwittingly breaks his expression.

"Are you okay, this father and daughter?

"Isn't this a good time? But sooner or later, if Alexandra has a good opponent, we're gonna make a big deal out of it... let's comfort her, huh?

"So is that."

Gard also smiled back at Gustav, who lurked his voice as he lifted his mouth angle.