The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

The kitchen of the 'Coffee Shop' swordfish once again had a tempered rhythm called Toto Toto Ton 'ringing.

The torso and feet of the freshly treated Kalamal (squid) just taken this morning, which were arranged on the slab, are quickly and finely carved by a takumi with a knife in both hands.

Continue cooking in an unusual way, Roland accidentally called out.

"Shit, Master..."

"Hmm? What's up?

"Yes, no, it's nothing."

Takumi's expression was only ever calmer, but Roland, who felt something behind that expression, could not come up with that next word.

Takumi continues to cook without having to go through such a Roland.

Karamaru, beaten with a knife and minced, was thoroughly mixed with separately chopped sanaolia (carrots) and seboria (onions) in a bowl, then seasoned with salt and pepper before the arrow (comedy) powder was covered.

Then, when the eggs are divided into them, the corsa oil is also brewed in small quantities, stirring well until the whole thing is brought.

Having thus finished making the seeds, Takumi moves to the front of the newly introduced gas table and lights the fire with a long match.

Compared to previous rocket stoves, it's easy to light and adjust the firepower.

The color of the flames was slightly different, and this latest gas table was wonderful, without the business stove and the faint color that Takumi used where he used to be.

With the frying pan placed on the gas table and a little more oil, expect to warm up well and add the squid filled spring made earlier to the radar (eggs).

Then from the frying pan, I heard a really delicious sound called Juhua.

Arrange the sprouts one after the other so that the neighbors do not stick together, and cook them thoroughly until both sides are stuck together.

The second dish was also completed by arranging it on a plate and adding a special "okonomiyaki style sauce" made with tomato ketchup, aged vinegar (balsamic vinegar), etc.

Takumi, covered with a semi-circular lid so that it doesn't cool down, finally gets to the last dish.

Removed is a crisp bonito.

This was brought to me from my parents' house when Roland came to work this morning.

Bonito, at its peak in Harpertown, is one of the key ingredients in this' swordfish '.

Warm this bonito thoroughly with low-temperature oil filled with aho (garlic) and vanilla before marinating "Bonito Oil" is one of the ingredients frequently used in "swordfish" as an ingredient for topping salads, sandwiches, rolls, etc.

Compared to the second half of the season, although Bonito has a slightly thinner fat ride this time of year, it was also just the right thing to make "Bonito Oiled".

Takumi, who thought of putting such a 'bonito' in the main in today's dish, was undergoing a downward process before cooking a second dish.

In the bat, Bonito's crisp is waiting to emerge, with salt and pepper on the bottom and, furthermore, rinsed with shredded aho and hen-hybre (ginger) throughout.

When Takumi prepared four separate bats, the first mixed arrow flour (rice flour) with myce flour (cornflower), the second with melted eggs, and the third with each of the myce (cornflower) bread flours dried and then finely grated. Then clothe Bonito with the flavor, in order of powder, eggs and bread flour, and arrange what you can in the last empty bat.

When the bread flour was thus lined up on each of the several crisps, Takumi took the bat and headed to the gas table again.

Takumi, who has come to the gas table again, puts a frying pan over the burning gas stove and pours corsa (vegetable species) oil into it.

I just poured it from the bottom of the frying pan to about 1-2cm and opened the stove completely and started heating the colza oil.

To the intensity of so much firepower, Roland hurries to speak.

"Hey, Master! Isn't the fire too strong?!?

"Yeah, that's fine today"

"But if you heat too much oil, it will burn bright black soon..."

"It's okay. If your hands are free, watch there."

When Takumi talks to keep it down tight, Roland doesn't even make a gurgling sound.

Roland watched over the cooking work while still harrassing about the unusual takumi appearance.

The corsa oil, heated by the stove's intense heat, raised the gum and its temperature and eventually began to rise the smoke.

No need to check with chopsticks or clothes, it is obviously ultra-high temperature.

Takumi keeps the frying pan on high heat, without being cowardly about it.

Then, to determine the timing of the moment, Bonito, who had just put his clothes on, was put into the oil.

"Wow!!

The moment I put Bonito in, I heard a loud noise from inside the frying pan that allowed me to play the bees all the time.

Takumi then rolls Bonito in the frying pan with vegetable chopsticks as the sound changes to the specific sound of a frying dish called Juwar.

Roland's body sensibly would have been only about ten or twenty seconds, and the clothes on the surface quickly turned into tight colors.

But now it's still black before the fire passes inside..., and yes, when Roland thinks it is, Takumi pulled the surface-tinted bonito up to the gilded bat.

"What!? Is that enough?

"Yeah, I'm burning more than that, and the fire's gonna pass."

"So, but this is it, inside..."

"Yeah, I think it's raw. But this is fine."

Takumi answers Roland's question pale.

It is a bonito of considerable thickness.

I'm pretty sure Takumi is raw inside, just how much oil he was turning to high temperatures and if he pulled it off in this short time.

(feed the fish raw......, no way, that's just...)

In Roland's head, a large number of question marks had surfaced.

Eating seafood raw is unlikely.

That was very common sense, not just for Roland, the son of a fisherman, but at least for those living in this country.

I'm sure we'll put it in the oven after this, or we'll take a way that Roland can't even predict, and we'll put the fire in.

That's what I expected. As Roland watched the work continue, he was transporting Bonito, which Takumi had finished frying, to the kitchen table.

Takumi then slices it thinly on a plate and lays down the seboria (onion) exposed to water, cutting the earlier fried bonito into pieces on the slab, crunchy pieces, and arranges them on top of it.

Bonito, peeking from the cross section, remains almost a raw red body with only a slight change of colour on the surface.

Roland talked horribly into Takumi, who just seemed to enjoy serving if he didn't mind that.

"Um, this is steaming and oiling after this... right?

"Huh? That's it, right? I'll squeeze Limon at the end of the day."

"Oh well..."

Apparently the Master's anger culminates - Roland had to feel that way.

Sure, what I did to myself was terrible, but I'm also surprised that it pisses Takumi off so much.

It pissed me off so much. Isn't it for me once, or if I do, Lorando's heart is wrapped up in anxiety at once.

"Oh, or I'll do the cleanup, so the master can carry the dishes for you!

"Really, then, please clean up. Then......, Nyachi. Help me carry it."

From the door beside the kitchen, Takumi speaks to Nyarch, who is by the hall.

Roland started cleaning up the kitchen, wishing the guests well earlier.

―――

"Thank you for waiting. We have carried your order. Thank you, Nyarch. You can step back."

I speak to Nyarch, who Takumi brought me to cook with him, as he lined up the dishes and cutlery in front of each and every one of them.

Nyarch then lowered his head slightly before softening and leaving the room behind.

"This is another brilliant dish with lots of colors. Good for you. To Pulpo, to something baked..., and this...?

Hernando's gaze as he watched the dishes arranged with narrow tables nailed to one dish.

Looking at the surface, it also looks like fried food with some fine powder on it as a garment.

But what you're peeking at from that cross section is something bright red.

If Hernando hadn't seen it wrong, it was Bonito or some fish fillet, which was also 'raw'.

I can't take this, however much there is a problem here.

Hernando had to feel that way when he said he had just managed to find a drop in the earlier debate, but this is the end of the line.

However, as far as the earlier response is concerned, it is a little difficult to imagine that the owner of the store (Takumi) would behave like that.

Must be some kind of mistake. Hernando, who wanted to believe that, called out to Takumi.

"I'm sorry. To me, the dish in the middle, the fire..."

"What I prepared here today is an array of dishes from my hometown. We let you choose what suits your alcohol. I made it hard, so don't leave it to eat. We make a little more, so please join Hernando."

Takumi greets Hernando to block his words.

Hernando is unwittingly pushed away by Takumi's words, which make him feel the strength not to say yes or no.

"Oh, oh...... Okay, everyone, let's cook for a reason. Why don't we take it?"

"" "Ugh, Ugh!

It was also there to offer prayers, and the men took the dishes served on a large plate and cheeked away.

- This is Pulpo, no matter what you think. Why are you with Peppino? - And try this peppino. It's crumbling. It's like I crushed it - well, I'll just try it. - Ho, this tastes unusual. It's sweet and sour, and it's pretty tasty - really. I was tired of eating Pulpo on the ocean, but yeah, he can always be different - but it's kind of a soft Pulpo. How the hell did you boil this? - Fine. Let's do this. Look, I tried this baked goods too - whoa, is this Kalamal? I thought it was a meat dish! - That's true. It looks like a meat dish. - It's prickly because it's finely crushed, and the vegetables in it are shaky... yeah, this is delicious too! - He's on top of this, I like him. I hear a little bit of sourness, but it's rich and yummy - it's awesome to cook on land... I hope you can eat as much on the ocean as you want - don't be so luxurious. But what am I gonna do... - Uh, what am I gonna say?

The sailors' men cheek up the dishes of Pulpo and Karamaru, fussing with their mouths.

But I never try to reach for fried food.

Everyone was terrified of Bonito, the "raw" peek from that cross section.

It was then that Takumi, slightly away from the table, spoke as he watched the sailors' dining sights.

"Apparently, you liked" Sweet Vinegar with Pulpo and Peppino "and" Hamburger Style with Calamaru ". But there is another dish left..."

"Uh, Lord Takumi. I'm sorry, do you have a minute?

Hernando couldn't help but raise his voice before the sailors' men spoke.

Wait for Takumi to take the lead, then Hernando goes on with the words.

"These two dishes were certainly brilliant. It had a completely different flavour, even though it was a delight in the sea that I was used to eating. No, Lord Takumi's cooking skills, he's amazing enough to listen."

"Excessive compliments, I'm afraid"

Takumi, speaking in polite language, bows her head deeply.

But Hernando remains wrinkled between his eyebrows.

"But... I'm sorry, but I can't get this central dish, this one. I think it's some kind of mistake, but there's no fire in Bonito."

"Oh, with that said, I forgot to explain. This dish is called 'Bonito's, Cuttlefish'. This is an array of dishes that are often enjoyed in my hometown, but a dish that fits the liquor, so I made it special. I think I've got the best 'booze knob' I can make right now."

I should be polite everywhere, but Takumi's words somehow made me feel awesome and compelling.

Hernando overlaps words, albeit meagre.

"No, so, uh, raw fish..."

"There's a proper fire through the surface, so it's okay to be raw inside. Serve with a slice of seboria (onion) laid underneath."

Saying so, Takumi sends her gaze in turn to the men surrounding the table.

They looked soft, but they felt challenged.

They squirm as they lean down.

- What do you want me to do? This is the one that's gonna crush Hernando's husband's face if he doesn't eat it all, right? - Whatever you say, raw, raw? - Oh, if I suck, I'll belly down. - So you don't have to get your hands on it, do you? Or just one more rampage! - Don't be silly! Keep rumbling in front of Mr. Hernando. You're good and you're fired like this, you're never going home again! - In the first place, Temehe should have imitated that with the booze momentum! Temé is responsible! - Even so, that's just this...

Take a long breath at how bumpy and grunting men look.

And, drawing the letter (c) with his eyebrows, he spoke again in a slightly awkward manner.

"Thank you. You don't seem to believe me. So how about this?

"Ah! Lord Takumi!

Hernando stood up in a panic for the action Takumi took and raised his voice out loud.

Because Takumi, who approached the table, picked up one of Bonito's cutlets, which was the subject of debate.

And not long after everyone on the spot stops, it is delivered into Takumi's mouth.

Takumi, who meditated on his eyes and tasted it as he tried to chew it, sent it to the back of his throat with Gokuri, and then told Hernando, who was being taken lightly, and a group.

"Yeah, it's delicious. So you all go ahead."

"No, but..."

"Or do you say that people who are also sailors are afraid of raw fish?

Takumi using the kind of words that stir.

Nor have the sailors, who have been nagging until earlier, been silent on this word.

Hernando takes control by hand of what is likely to be a swordswallowing atmosphere.

"If they say so much... Okay, why don't you start with me?"

Hernando said that, along with the slices of Sebolia laid down below, he splits a slice of Bonito cutlet onto the dish.

Then, trying not to look as bright red as he could inside, he carried Sebolia and Bonito together into his mouth, just as Takumi had done earlier.

Hernando chews repeatedly as he presses his mouth.

What a bitter look to swallow fast at first.

Gradually, however, the expression became something that made me feel strange, and eventually I looked at it with surprise.

"Ugh, it's good..."

"" "What!? Seriously!?

Sailors shouting surprises at the same time.

Hernando then began to explain the 'impossible dish'.

"To be honest, I didn't think it was raw fish and other raw odours that I could eat. But how about this guy!? I don't feel any unpleasant raw odor because of the aho or hen hivre that I think I used to fragrance it. Besides, the perfume of the crisp finish surface and the intense flavor of the soft bonito that surrounds the tongue match the two wonders perfectly. The persistence of the oil, which I feel only slightly, is also washed away refreshingly by eating Sebolia together. No, this is great!

When Hernando screws that up with a quick mouth, he splits Bonito's cutlets one after the other on his take-up plate.

The sailors who watched it also, once they looked at each other, carried their fearful Bonito cutlets to their mouths.

They were frightened at first, but gradually that look turns into something surprising, just like Hernando.

Eventually, they also extended their forks to Bonito's cutlets one after the other.

―――――

Hernando and the sailors, who completely flattened the meal, took a breath in front of the empty plate.

Once back in the kitchen, Hernando speaks to Takumi, who brought the glass and water.

"No, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. They were all excellent food."

"Thank you. I'm sorry I seem to surprise you a little. I'm sorry to surprise you."

"Sure, you're just amazed at that Bonito dish. Yeah, yeah, what kind of dish was that?

"That's," Bonito's, Cuttlefish "…," Bonito's “Seared Cuttlefish," to be exact "

"Well, with Tataki...... hmm?

"By the way, if I were to name the other two, would it be 'Pulpo and Peppino's Beaten Sweet Vinegar' and 'Beaten Karamaru's Hamburger Style'?"

Takumi snorts the name of the dish.

But I'm not laughing at all at that eye area.

Hernando, as well as the sailors, could fully understand why this dish was chosen and served.

"This is a coffee shop, a restaurant. I will treat you as much as I can, beyond being a customer. But if I may borrow your words, I am also the 'captain' of a ship called this store. If the honor of a sailor, a staff member, were to have been damaged, we would not have overlooked it in silence. You may have wanted to take off your wings on land for a long time, but if you are also honorable sailors, don't imitate like this again!

I never roughed up my voice. The language hasn't gotten dirty either.

But Takumi's words had just the power and awesomeness to silence everyone who was there.

Inside the room, Shin quietly returns.

Then Takumi called out for him outside the door.

"Roland, you must be there, right? Come in."

The door opened gibberish with Takumi's words on the signal, and Roland entered the room.

Behind that, Nyarch and Luna are watching over this one worryingly.

Then, when Takumi invited Roland to hand, he stared into the eye of the other man he was about to beat before lowering his head.

"Nevertheless, for whatever reason, it is unacceptable to raise a hand against a valued customer. On behalf of Roland and as the owner of the store, I sincerely apologize."

Seeing Takumi bow his head deeply, he panics and Roland bows his head too.

When I was watching you cook in the kitchen earlier, I thought why cook for these guys... loland, but that question was no longer obliterated.

The man, too, finally regains his pride as a sailor, stands up and bows his head deeply.

"Yes, no, mine was worse. Put your face up. You're right, forgive me..."

"Ooh..."

I didn't know what to say and Roland was full of vague replies.

Open for a little while and Takumi starts talking again.

"So, Hernando, do you mind if I hand hit you with this?"

"Oh. I'm sorry to say I'm responsible for scolding him and the others"

"No. Now it's time for a good time, and let me open it for you"

"Right. Uh, that was 3,000 pestas for sure...... then, you guys. Pay it right."

"What!? Hernando will pay for that..."

Hernando's unexpected words solidify the sailors.

But Hernando told them this with a true face.

"Who said I would pay? I just put the story together. You guys did this to me, didn't you? That's how responsible you are."

"Are you serious!? If we pay for it all, we'll have less money to play with at once!?

"You were just fine. Now I don't think I have to bother any other stores."

"" "Oh, no, it's biocidal. Uh-huh!

The men mourn at Ernst's cold proclamation, but honestly they will deserve it.

And Takumi also told the seven sailors this, smiling as usual.

"I have no choice, so I'll just put 60 pestas away. A total of 2940 pesta. 420 pestas per person, please keep your ears aligned and clear."