The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"Nyarch, it's time to put on an open bill."

"It's so aiming! Good luck today!

A vibrant Nyarch's voice clings to the coffee shop swordfish hall.

Flipping the bills on the entrance is Nyarch's routine.

Today is the beginning of a day the same as usual.

And again today, as usual, the first regular customer arrived in the morning.

"Are we done yet?

"Ah, Mr. Sabbath! Good morning, darling! This way, please."

"Thanks. I've been fine since this morning. Well, always."

"Yes, I did! Now, wait a minute."

Say so quickly, or Nyarch head to the kitchen to sew the table.

As he narrowed his eyes and then dropped him off, Sabbath took the newspaper he had brought from the counter and slowly spread it out.

From time to time I read carefully from corner to corner with my hands on my glasses.

Newspapers transported by train from the capital city of Roses and from Mark City, the heart of the economy, are a very important "source" for Sabbath.

Although it is a rapidly developing Harpertown as an international port city, it is still not "central” in terms of information. Sabbath thought it was worth attending the swordfish every morning just to come and read and compare this newspaper.

That's how I read through the newspaper, and I get a healthy voice again.

"It's all about Cinnamon Coffee and today's Morning Service!

"Oh, thank you. Whoa, whoa."

When I fold the newspaper that was spreading on the table, I line up with the tequila what Nyarch had carried.

In the cage are two boiled eggs in a stuffed and roasted mice (corn) bread. It's apparently loose chicken scattered over a vegetable salad in a small plate.

And coffee poured into thick white cups. The rich fragrance spreads from the rising hot air.

"One egg is your service. The salad is delicious even if it's stuck in the bread!

"Thank you. I'll have it as soon as possible."

"Then go ahead and take your time. Yikes!

Sabbath unwittingly loosens his cheeks to the appearance of Nyarch lowering his head smiling at him.

Sabbath quickly takes one boiled egg and strikes a concon on the table to add crackle.

And as the thin skin turned perky, a smoothly matte white figure appeared from the inside.

"Even if you take one of these boiled eggs, you can hear Lord Takumi's sincere attitude toward cooking."

Sabbath nodding satisfactorily, yeah, with the prickly boiled eggs in front of him.

Sabbath, who became involved in the charm of boiled eggs by going to "Swordfish," only started making boiled eggs at home at all times.

But nothing's going to work. They couldn't peel clean like boiled "swordfish" eggs, and often had white bodies stuck to their shells.

Ask Takumi about it, and Takumi will reveal the secret of the boiled eggs of the 'swordfish' lightly.

The secret is "to keep a small hole in the bottom before boiling the eggs". By doing so, hot water was placed between the thin skin and the white body, which made it easier to peel off when tight.

Although I was surprised that the contents would come out if I drilled a hole in the shell and then boiled it, if I actually tried it, the contents wouldn't overflow if it was about a small hole.

Takumi said, "Keep a pinch of salt in the hot water if you care," which meant it would finish more reliably.

If you ask, there's nothing to it. Maybe it's an idea. But let's also call this a fine "move" that Takumi the cook has found so hard.

The depth of nostalgia that teaches it at all costs, and the sincere attitude of taking the same "one effort" every day to offer something more delicious.

Sabbath was increasingly in love with a person named Takumi.

"Well, then I look forward to this new salad too..."

When he hits the boiled egg with a pakle, he now shifts his gaze to the salad vessel.

Sliced thinly sliced peppino (cucumber) and tomatoes over chiseled lettuce. On top of it was furthermore scattered thinly torn chicken.

Rinse the lightly scorched chicken with a fork and carry it to your mouth.

Elastic teeth in addition to thoughts. If you look at the low fat content, it would apparently be either chicken breast or scissors. Peppered and spicy, it has a similar look to dried meat.

However, there is no "muscular stiffness" that is common in dried meat, and what a good tooth for salt plums.

And every time I bite it off, the taste of the gnarly stuffed chicken fills my mouth. The simplicity of appearance has a surprisingly intense flavour on the back.

Simply boiled or baked would not provide such elasticity and flavour. This was also a dish that made me feel "hassle-free".

"That means when you do this..."

Having confirmed the taste of the chicken, Sabbath reaches out to Mythbread without hesitation and pinches the salad for each chicken.

When I wore it as luxuriously as it was, I nodded contentedly loudly.

"Again. I was right to pinch the salad in the bread."

If it's the usual salad, chop the accompanying tomatoes. Today, however, it was rarely accompanied by sliced tomatoes.

Thanks to this, the tomatoes can also be sandwiched in the bread together. Here again, I felt Takumi's meticulous awareness.

(No, it's not just notice in this case...)

Sabbath felt the "strength of his core" behind him, although his waist was soft and mild takumi everywhere.

Even for today's salad, for example. I never tell them that it's a table, but the "hidden claim" of Takumi that "I'd love to pinch it in the bread" is conveyed where I dare to slice and serve the tomatoes.

A person named Takumi also seems to have a rather forceful and waggy part with him. I even feel like if I worked as one of my own, I might end up burning my hands.

(Well, otherwise you can't do it as the lord of a castle all over the country)

As a senior manager, let's support Takumi's hard work as a manager of "Tsubame".

Sabbath reached for the second boiled egg, swearing so again in his heart.

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Takumi in a cafe apron showed up as Sabbath, who had finished his meal, was once again dropping his eyes on the newspaper.

"Good morning. We also brought coffee substitutes."

"Oh, thank you. Sorry I'm busy."

"No, because I'm still calm today"

"What the hell. If it's this busy, it's a big deal."

Sabbath says so, looking around the hall.

Despite the weekday mornings, 80% of the seats in the store are filled.

Many of them are regular customers living near here. “Morning Sales" was a testament to people's roots above all else.

Takumi quietly bows her head to such Sabbath words.

"Thanks to you, I'm keeping you busy. I thought this was a gift of friendship with Mr. Sabbath."

"There's no big deal about what, the power of Non. We're going to let you spread your business around because of this" swordfish "."

Staring up at Takumi, Sabbath lifts his mouth angle.

The words are from the bottom of my heart, although I'm showing you something out of the way.

The Silva Chamber of Commerce, run by Sabbath, has recently expanded its business rapidly here. Especially for imported ingredients, it was even called "Silva Chamber of Commerce where ingredients are available".

On the face of it, it is to be said, "I made use of the local interest of being based in Harpertown, which has an international port". In practice, however, Sabbath also fully understood that there was an extremely large presence of takumi that always gave precise advice on ingredients and cooking methods.

Sabbath has always wanted to be as powerful as he can be if it's for Takumi who's taken care of him so much, but it's not all about the world working out.

Sabbath breathes heavily to calm his feelings when he softly includes his replacement coffee in his mouth. And once I stared at Takumi, I slowly lowered my head.

"Lord Takumi, the matter of 'Pato' still doesn't seem to matter. Looks like the last stock we have."