The plain and unnoticed me is no more

"Chiyo... there's something I need to tell you."

"Ah! Lana, if you don't make it quickly, it's time for the customer to come. Let's hurry up."

"Ah... yeah, that's right. I have all the stuff there."

We interrupted the conversation and started making rice balls. Today, in addition to the classic, I added a limited quantity of tempura peel.

When I made tempura on the menu last night, I only mixed a small amount of shrimp from a dry shop and finely chopped red ginger that I found when I bought it with thin, and a sweet and spicy tempura that would not make rice vegetable, but I thought that it somehow tasted like tempura and could be made into a product with a little ingenuity.

I made it last night for a good reason, but it was popular with everyone, so I decided to use the remaining tempura scab and try it out. Even if popular, it is a phantom rice ball that cannot be made without tempura on the menu the day before.

"I wonder if this is okay. I made it with momentum, but I feel a little guilty about selling it. You can forgive me if you like, but shouldn't you make it with real tempura anyway?

"This is fine. Except for the shrimp. Isn't it wonderful that you can make a lot of things the day before yesterday? I don't want to fry tempura from the first morning, and it'll hurt by lunch."

"That's right... Well, let's make it a little cheaper.

"... I won't"

Chiyo silently continued to make rice balls, and the large amount of rice that was in one was all gone in no time.

Hmm, you're done.

"We're like onigiri machines... my hands are completely memorizing movements, and the pace of making them every day is getting faster..."

"What's with the machine?

"... nothing. Here, let's get ready to welcome our guests."

Chiyo lined up the rice balls on the workbench and quickly welcomed the guests waiting outside.

Thanks to stopping the method of making after receiving the order, I also decided to stand at the counter as the person who listened to the order, but there was a phenomenon that made me want to ask whether it was an idle handshake.

The young male customer who bought the product rearranges in line again and buys another one.

Now there are no other customers who come to buy it at the usual time. I decided to leave Chiyo and slap him in the ear and pull him into the kitchen.

"Sorry, Chiyo. I'm going to do the laundry. And please."

"Eh, the corners are working...! Ah, welcome, what do you want?

As usual, leaving it to Chiyo alone stopped the strange phenomenon, but it is a delicate matter whether the product remains until Kevin arrives. After all, the tempura sushi was sold out early, and recently the popular plum plum was sold out.

And when the lined up customers were ready, Evan came.

"Ah! Good morning, Evan! What do you want to do today? The best thing to do is to get a new menu! It is a mixture of tempura clothes and dried shrimp on a sweet and spicy sauce-stained rice."

Hearing a voice recommending that the sky be sold out, I inadvertently looked at the workbench. There were always Japanese-style tuna bought by Evan, and three plums and tempura peels that should have sold out today, hidden by the wall.

Chiyo... did you forget he told you not to treat me special?

As I expected, Evan looked at the sold-out letters on the menu table and pointed them out.

"Isn't that what you just heard? It's sold out. If you set it aside for me, stop it in the future. I don't want to be treated differently. I'm going to buy three of these today."

"But... yes, I understand."

Chiyo wrapped up what he was told, and gave it to Evan. Evan finished the accounting with a slightly dazed face and moved to my restaurant as usual.

You don't have to come, so go home.

I pretended not to have noticed Evan and kept washing the pan.

"Good morning, Lana. I saw a flower on the front recently, and I brought it from home. Can you decorate it with me?

Evan brings out a small bouquet of white flowers, centered on a small white rose, where it came from. You can't ignore a voice. I looked back at him.

I remember the rose. It was in the rose garden that my aunt was proud of. You used to make flower crowns with that when you were a kid. Are you going to do the same thing to Lana at the inn this time?

"Good morning. It's very beautiful. But it's out of place for this inn, so why don't you give it to someone else?

"Haha, I can't connect... Looks like you didn't like roses. Do you like flowers that look like they're on the front?

Evan put a bouquet on the counter and sighed.

"Yes, but I'm not in a position to be given flowers by Master Findley, so please stop in the future."

"The position is irrelevant. I haven't known you in a while, but you don't like me?

It's no use making such a lonely face. I don't want to get involved with you anymore. I just can't say bad things before I live as a civilian here, and I really want to tell you not to come here anymore.

As I slightly lost sight and looked at Chiyo, Evan walked in through the swing door connecting the dining room to the kitchen.

Then he stood in front of me, grabbed my hand and pulled it out to reject him, and he squeaky lifted his chin.

"Nh... what are you doing?! Get off me! This is off-limits!

Never mind me going mad, Evan watched my face carefully and murmured.

"It looks similar. The makeup tricked me and I didn't realize it, but when I looked up close, it looked like Elaine."

"Hey, get your hands off me!

Sin and Taki, who came to work from behind, split between the two and pulled me away from Evan.

"Sin! Taki! Don't give me your hand!