The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

The combination of drunken Roland and drunk men was quickly held down by Takumi, the man who came in with him, and a group of guests, who managed not to make a big fuss.

Takumi leads a group upstairs to a private room in order to clean up the store that has since become rough and let other customers settle down.

The drunken Roland was instructed to remove dirt in the bathroom before returning to the kitchen.

Then, leaving the Hall's response to Nyarch, Takumi returns to their waiting private room.

There was a bunch of people sitting on a chair with a strange face, staring at the young man

"Sir, we apologize for the tremendous disrespect of our employees"

Takumi bows her head to the opponent against whom Roland has jumped.

Apparently, Roland's first shot captured the man's jaw beautifully.

A man hunches one nose as he holds down his aching jaw.

Then a young man who had just come with Takumi to the 'swordfish' glanced at the man and then bowed his head deeply.

"No, I asked these people about the situation earlier, but apparently this one is totally bad about this one. I'm really sorry that the boy earlier, as well as the other guests, caused so much trouble. As one of those who will keep the fleet, I sincerely apologize."

The man's name is Hernando.

Looking about the same generation as Takumi, he is a brilliant sailor who is a young but second-class navigator of the 'Violetta'.

According to Hernando's story, this group is with the sailors of the freighter that entered Harpertown with the Violetta.

Although there is no direct ascending or descending relationship between Hernando and them, as the executives of the 'Violetta', the leading ship of the fleet, we could not overlook this development.

It should also be noted that this was a very awkward situation for the group that caused the noise.

If this matter were reported to the Captain from Hernando's mouth, the disposition would not be dispensed with.

Especially with regard to the man who caused the biggest noise, the worst is the situation where you can't complain at all about being thrown dressed up in this land away from your hometown.

The only thing he was blushing at was never that one shot of Roland worked besides his thoughts.

Takumi, unaware of such circumstances, bows her head again as the shopkeeper who deposits the 'swordfish'.

"No, for whatever reason, it is a matter of rhetoric that employees raise their hands to the 'customers' who come to this store. Please forgive me for being so tough later."

"Right. Yes, I'm a customer..."

"Shut up, you! Are you going to disparage my fleet any more!!

A man who tried to ride Takumi's words is drunk by Hernando.

To that too much force, a man can no longer utter any more words.

"No, I'm really not well educated and I'm very sorry. Yeah, well, take this..."

Once again, Hernando, overlapping words of apology, puts his hand in his pocket and retrieves his wallet.

Then he took a piece of gold out of his purse.

"This is a nuisance charge. 5,000 pestas would not be lowered when it comes to the value of this country. Please take it."

"No, I can't take this. Go ahead and treat your nostalgia."

"I can't do that. The end of these men is also the end of the Violetta, the head of the convoy. Please take it."

"As the keeper of this store, I can't accept that. Please tell me if all the noise that occurs in the store is due to my immorality as a store owner."

"But then..."

Takumi and Hernando repeat the push.

Neither of them claim their non-existence, and do not attempt to give way to a single step.

For some time the debate remained following parallel lines.

But after a long debate, the two finally find themselves somewhere to drop.

As a group of men watched over the first time,

"Now, in addition to the food and beverage bill earlier and the liquor bringing fee, I will just place an order commensurate with the amount that annoyed you. Three thousand pestas for all seven, including my share, is this okay?

"Yes, I did. As far as listening, customers will want to indulge in their first land in a long time. You may drink alcohol in this private room. I'll bring you the food later, so I hope you enjoy the banquet fully."

"Aye, okay. I will keep an eye on the guests downstairs to avoid any inconvenience, so I would like to ask them to help me with the dishes. You guys figured it out!

"Ooh..."

"Small reply!!

"Ha, ha!!

Hernando, whose lines are a lot narrower than those of the sailors' men, had put together a more compelling aura than any of them.

The men, pushed by the temper, seemed to shrug their shoulders and just wait for the hour to pass.

"Now please wait on this occasion as we prepare your dishes. Now, if you'll excuse me."

With that said, he carefully bowed his head again to Hernando and the sailor's row, and Takumi headed to the kitchen downstairs early enough.

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"Master, I'm sorry I did!!

As Takumi returns to the kitchen, Roland bends his hips to 90 degrees, lowers his head wide and mouths words of apology.

Even though I was above trying to protect Nyarch and Luna, at that moment, I regretted the blood on my head and the resulting outrageous inconvenience to Takumi and the store.

Usually, where the voice is going to be gentle.

But today's takumi was different.

"Let's talk about that later. I got an order from them, so I'll have it ready now."

"I'll help you..."

"I'll do it, that's fine. Roland should turn to other customers."

Takumi gives instructions so that they can be covered in Roland's words.

It also looked like the usual soft look to me, but it emitted something unusual.

Pressed by its indescribable atmosphere, Roland can't even snort and just stands up blindly.

Then there came Nyarch, who was dealing with the customer in the hall

"Nyah, you're all right..."

I was about to say something along the way Nyarch, but when I saw Takumi, I stood my ears peaked and opened my eyes wide.

After keeping his eyes patchy for a while, he invited Roland to summon him.

"Ugh, nagging. Um, Master..."

"Yeah, we shouldn't go near the depths right now. Probably a little out of hand right now. It's a wabble."

Nyarch, who explained so, was shaking himself to a rattle.

It's hard to tell from the table, but apparently he can't stand on his belly quite right.

Roland, who was briefed, felt a cold sweat running down his back.

Takumi speaks to two people who talk to such a whisper.

"Hmm? What's wrong? We still have a little time to order stop, don't we?

"Wha. It's nothing. Good luck with your work in the hall instead of you."

"Yes, I will! I'm gonna do everything right here!

The two left behind hurried back to their respective holding areas.

Takumi takes a big breath, puts together her usual cafe apron and goes into the pantry.

And when I put some ingredients on the tray, they lined up on the kitchen table.

First, when you strain water in the pan and add more salt, remove the pullpo (octopus) feet from the prepared ingredients.

Placing Pulpo's foot on the slab, which had already been stuffed by rubbing salt and radish grate, he began beating Dandandang with laurel peeled Labano (radish).

To that loud noise, Roland, who was working away, looks back surprised, but Takumi shows no sign of how much he cares.

If I tap Pulpo's foot for a while, and now throw it into a pan that's freshly bubbled with bubbles.

Then the surface of Pulpo's leg stained bright red and began to shrink as he twirled.

When the water is boiled again, I anticipate the fit and pull up Pulpo's leg, I let it cool gently with the water I had drawn away, then soak the surface water with a clean cloth and then cut it into bumps with a knife

When I delivered the shredded Pulpo into the bowl, I removed the peppino (cucumber) on the slab this time.

When the peppino heta is dropped and then cut into about three equal portions, the knife belly is pressed against and the takumi smashes with the dong.

To the sound of it, Roland shudders his back all over again, but there's still no way Takumi cares.

Crushing a few peppinos in the same way, I gently loosened them with my hands and broke them, placing them in a bowl with a bump-cut octopus foot in it.

Tacumi then takes out a new, small bowl and mixes it well in a bowl with vinegar and limon (lemon) squeeze juice, sugar and a little salt made from white wine, finely chopped tomatoes, in a small foam.

When the combined sweet vinegar was spilled around in a bowl containing the earlier Pulpo and Peppino, only slightly sprinkled with dried Cayenna (Toronto seemingly) and vanilla mixed powder was sprinkled over it, and chopsticks were added so that the flavor was familiar throughout.

"... and master?

Roland speaks horribly to Takumi, who was breathing a fu after cooking the first item.

Takumi then called out with the usual grin on the surface.

"Hmm? Is something wrong?

"No, I thought it was a rare and very intense dish..."

"Oh, you surprised me. Excuse me."

"No, that's fine, but Pulpo and Peppino, why were you doing it like that?

"Speaking of which, you may have made it for the first time in front of Roland. One way to soften the pullpo was to beat the pullpo with radish. By beating with peeled radishes, the fibers of Pulpo's muscles can be loosened, and the action of the enzymes in the radishes can make them soft."

"Heh, heh, yeah."

"You crushed Peppino without cutting it because you deliberately increased the surface area. By deliberately rattling the cross section in this way, sweet vinegar becomes well stained. Remember, there are other applications that work."

"I see... You're gonna learn."

"That's above all. Well, I'll get to work on it, so thank you very much."

"Ugh, no!

In a pale answer to Roland's question, Takumi took the knife again and went on to the next task.

Roland felt an unspeakable horror in the way Takumi rarely began to work with his nostrils.