An ancient stock restaurant in the corner of the mall, the day as the 'Different World Dining Room' for Western cats is quite busy.
First of all, in the morning, when the door has just been connected to the other world with the dawn, it is ready.
After welcoming Aletta's "attendance", recently hired, the two of us have breakfast, we spend some time lightly cleaning the store or preparing dishes for today.
There are few visitors coming at this time and they can spend a relatively slow time.
Then after a little while, from around noon onwards, the show becomes obviously busy.
Guests come from all over the world looking for a meal at noon.
The neighborhood is no different from a weekday, where orders for a variety of dishes fly around, and the shopkeeper and Aletta end up walking back and forth from the store to the kitchen to even snooze the guests.
After noon, there will be peace in the other cafeterias.
Guests will not be interrupted during this time period, but most of the guests who come during this time are not looking for meals, but sweets.
In catfish, the kind of dessert is basically made just upstairs, and served only with a variety of cakes carried in the morning.
Whether it's chocolate parfaits, hot cakes, or confectionery that the shopkeeper who said potato chips to crêpes needs to make himself, the rest is just serve together the kind of beverage that is the confectionery's offering.
This time is mainly counted on Aletta and the shopkeeper's lunch and evening groceries and breaks.
And in the evening. The store has a second busy hour coming.
All kinds of customers come packing up after the day's work.
This time also leads to orders for various dishes, but these are served mainly with alcohol.
The purpose of the guests in this time zone is often a valuable 'liquor of another world' not available in the other world.
They drink a great deal of wine from other worlds, and eat a variety of dishes as their dishes.
By the time that time passes and the sun is completely down, the store will regain its composure.
Apparently, it's normal to fall asleep early when the sun goes down in the other world, and guests are visibly reduced.
… on the contrary, there are guests who can only come at night or who always come just before closing the store.
One Saturday, the shopkeeper 'greeted' a somewhat rare guest in the afternoon, a little free time.
"Haruko. Excuse me. On purpose."
The shopkeeper bowed his head to Haruko as he received an announcement of the shopping district's stopover at the back door of the store and a bag saying it was a plug.
"Oh, that's okay. Anyway, I'm not free at this time.
I haven't steamed that one yet, so steam it when you eat it.
... More than that, Maco is the one who's gonna be okay? I'm sure Neko's still working today, right?
Plumpy and rounded, the working pattern of helping in the kitchen, Haruko without makeup frowns and asks a little worried.
As a colleague in a different position, didn't you get in the way of your work?
It is from that feeling.
Haruko is the wife of the master of Laughter Dragon, a Chinese specialty restaurant in the same shopping district.
Laughter Dragon opened shortly after the war, the second generation of shopkeepers today, and is as old stock around here as Nekoya.
In that relationship, he was close to Catya's predecessors, and now to his grandchildren, in a different way.
"No, it's okay. This is the time of year when all the cakes he makes are for customers.
I'm not that busy... and you see, recently hired kids can use more than bad student jobs. "
I perceive Haruko's feelings like that, and the shopkeeper answers with a laugh.
"Yes, that's fine."
Haruko breaks up with the manager's words.
The grin is a soft one that makes you feel like you were adorable when you were younger, relieving those who see it go hand in hand with a fat, rounded body.
... to that laugh, the store owner only hardens his expression a little.
The wounds of the shopkeeper, which should have grown old a long time ago, were still bloody if touched.
"... I still feel like my real son about Mako"
Haruko spins his words as he smiles lonely at the look on his face.
If that hadn't happened, he would have been the third-generation Laughing Dragon shopkeeper, the second-generation shopkeeper of Western Cat Ya.
But the lost ones are huge and will never come back.
"Well, I'll leave now, then.
... Also, go see Xia Hua because sometimes is fine. 'Cause that kid's pretty lonely. "
I couldn't help but say.
Even if... even if you know it's a curse word that binds the store owner.
It's been a long time since the sun went down and time to close the store.
"Bye. I'll be back."
- I'll be back.
"Yes. Please go home with care. Thank you."
"Thank you!
A red woman who gently held up a large pot that was still hot and a black girl who occupied a corner seat almost all day and kept eating her favorite.
The store owner and Aletta dropped off their last customer that day and closed today's business without delay.
"Phew..."
Realizing the work was done, Aletta sighs lightly, relieving herself of tension all the time.
"Okay, you're done. All we have to do is clean up the last bit. Just a little bit harder."
"Yes!"
Answer the store owner's words with a natural smile on his face.
The reply was smiling, clearly.
It is important in doing this job.
"Ok, good reply... then I'll make you a little night meal to spare that reply"
"Wow, is that okay?
Unexpectedly, Aletta breaks her face in the words of the owner.
I've already had quite a bit of time for dinner today in anticipation of my free time.
Not unbearably, but I was hungry.
"Well, I'll take it. It's a little much for me anyway."
Spin words to Aletta, who delights innocently, as if the decision were only slightly ill-defined.
The souvenirs I received earlier are a bit much for shopkeepers today because they are based on when I was the most appetizing high school boy of my life.
It wouldn't be a bad idea to please an employee who usually works hard because it's not something that gets extra sunshine.
"Well, we'll have a little time to steam it up. Until then, clean the table."
"Yes!"
Aletta's voice answering the store owner's words was louder than usual.
While Aletta is cleaning the dining room, the store owner is ready and just goes steaming.
"... Okay, here's the thing"
The moment I open the steamer lid, the hot air rises, containing a slight sweet smell of wheat.
"As always, your master is a good man"
The shopkeeper spins the words as he blows his face to the smell.
I've been used to that since I was a kid, that pure white of laughing dragons.
Sell it out only in the winter with takeaways, a bunch of OL's and work salesmen who went out and bought it with takeaways, a hidden specialty of laughing dragons.
"I knew you'd flesh out this time of year."
The shop owner nodded, yes, while arranging one or two on a large plate.
Then he calls Aletta, who used to wipe the table handily, and after washing his hands, the two follow the table.
"Is this... bread?
On a chunk of pure white served on a large plate, Aletta asks.
It was a round, white bread with a slightly pointed tip by the shopkeeper as a night meal.
(What the hell kind of dish is that...?
Aletta couldn't quite grasp who she was.
"Oh, this guy's fleshed out. There's meat in there. It's good."
The shopkeeper takes one of about five rows in his hand as he tells Aletta who he is looking at the large plate wonderfully.
Remove the paper laid down below, break it in two, and eat.
"... yeah. Good."
The filling, which contains plenty of gravy but never zeroes, and the flavour of soft skin spreads to the mouth.
(Yeah. I knew you were Chinese. Then you can't fathom your master)
I'm proud to say that I lifted my arms like I did when I was still in high school with the store owner, but still haven't arrived.
The fact of confirming it again was both delightful and only slightly regrettable.
"... well, I'll take it"
Seeing how such a shopkeeper is, Aletta, whose hungry bugs have made a scene, also takes one.
Comfortable heat is what comes from nikman bread.
Not so hot as to be likely to burn, yet uncooled heat spreads into Aretta's palm.
(Sure... the master was cracked, wasn't he? This)
As the shopkeeper was doing, Aletta splits Nikman in two with her hands.
At that moment the smell of sweet bread intersects the smell of the utensils inside... the smell of steamed up meat.
Appetizing, Aletta unwittingly spits at the smell of meat and hits Nikman, who breaks it in half.
(Ah, soft...)
First, it was the softness of it that bit and noticed.
Softness as if you've been pulling out only the white part of the bread you eat in this store, which is not comparable to the bread you usually eat.
That contains only a little water and smells slightly sweet of wheat.
This slightly thicker skinned area alone feels like a treat for Aletta.
But Nikman's main character was the apparatus that went inside.
Finely chopped fat on pork meat, leeks in the aroma, on something light yellow with teeth, finely chopped mushrooms.
Mix them together with care, a piece of equipment that has been refined and put through fire.
The flavour of that utensil, which is somewhat clearly flavoured, is sucked into a soft, pale flavoured bread, resulting in a harmonious flavour.
"... delicious. This."
Aletta, who instantly finished eating one, leaks her thoughts with a smile.
"Right?"
Store owners who usually don't praise their cooking too much also rarely agree.
"Look, you eat more and more. And then after a sip, you can put some vinegar soy sauce or spicy pepper on it."
The store owner smiles and adds words to Aletta, who looks delicious.
Once, give yourself and the other part-timers the same words Haruko said to me with a smile on his face.
Then Aletta was walking all over the secluded city late at night.
(That was delicious. Nikman......)
The winter in Wang Du was as cold as ever, but I bought it from an old clothing store, with a sturdy tailored coat and warm Nikman in my belly. I don't feel very cold.
Even though it's winter, I'm happy somewhere.
Aletta felt that way and hurried her way home today with a cookie can that was asked by her employer in King's Capital, Menticatusand, and her sister.