The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

One day before noon, Fidel was beginning to prepare for the store by the station carriage terminal on Central Street. When Fidel forms a corner where people go and go, he sets up a box that he flips over, covers his sheet, and lines it with a sandwich with the newspaper he just purchased. When I finished preparing quickly, I began to speak to the people walking down the street with a careless hanging voice.

"Yes, it's today's newspaper full of updates! Plus, the lunchbox we've been talking about in the alley lately, the most popular Teriyaki sandwich today!! Both sell out, you quick winner. Yikes! Look, there's your handsome brother, how about one?

Fidel called me on a young man who was walking down the street. The name is Liberto. Tall enough to fall out of one of the people walking down the street, Riverto, with his rare brown skin in the land, was an eye-catching presence among the people walking down the street, and Fidel was calling for it.

Riverto remembers that Fidel's call for good timing is fugly belly hungry and stops in front of the store. And he spoke to Fidel as he pointed to food with meat and vegetables sandwiched in cornbread.

"Hmm, what's a sandwich about this?

"That's right, a special sandwich made by Coffee Shop Tsubame, the only one you can buy on this street is our shop, and you win an exclusive twenty fast food!

Fidel answers proudly with her chest outstretched, without being timid by the liberals, who were extraordinarily compelling when she stood in the front. It was the sale of sandwiches that started with ten meals, but the reputation had inspired the reputation, and now twenty meals were fast enough to sell out. As for Fidel, I would have liked to buy a little more if it were for sale now, but given the situation of the coffee shop swordfish doing lunch preparations and sandwich planting for Fidel in parallel with just Roland and Takumi, I couldn't say I couldn't.

Liberto sees Fidel's confident expression and is confident that the sandwich will be delicious. And he spoke to Fidel as he took out a fine purse made of leather from his pocket.

"You say that face tastes good. All right, let's get one."

"Every time! Brother, why don't you join the paper anyway? Sandwiches are body nutrition, newspapers are head nutrition!

When Fidel asked him to buy a set in his mouth, he was totally impressed by the words, I see, and the flavor, and decided to respond to the invitation.

"Certainly newspaper knowledge is an important nutrient for your head. All right, let's get that one too."

Fidel smiles with a full face of garlic and offers two products.

"Bruised! Fifty pesetas together!

When Libert nods to Eagle Deep, he opens his wallet, takes out one note and gives it to Fidel. Fidel, who had received the note, then bowed his head and gave back to Liberto the 1000 pesta note he had just received when he confirmed time and again that the amount written on that note was not a mistake.

"Customer, I'm sorry! Unfortunately, there's not enough change. At least you don't have a hundred pesta notes?

To Fidel's words, Riverto nods one thing: Hmm, even naturally, he returns his words to Eagle Deep.

"Then take that fishing portion because it means chips. Then you don't mind, do you?

To that word, Fidel's complexion instantly turns bright red. He was teased at the whim of a rich man and shamed on the boulevard… that's what Fidel felt. Fidel thrusts a thousand pesta notes back into the Libert to throw in half.

"That sounds bad. You can't sell it to your brother!

"Hmm? Something wrong?

Riverto, on the other hand, has no idea what the boy in front of him is angry about. The banknotes are real, of course. It's not like we're short of money. Behind such thoughts, however, Fidel hits Libert with further complains in a strong tone.

"I'm not begging, I'm a merchant! Anyway, if you're going to pay for it as a business, it's outrageous to get this kind of treatment from a stranger! Come on, get in the way of business! I'm sorry I stopped you!

Libert understood the cause of Fidel's anger here, and regretted that words and actions that lacked his consideration had hurt his pride. Libert bows his head deeply to Fidel and apologizes.

"I hadn't been able to feel your enthusiasm for business. I'm so sorry. Forgive me for this Libert immorality."

Fidel has now solidified into Liberto's actions. I thought it was behind my back that I tried to attract customers with a good looking opponent and they made fun of me, but apparently I was out of view. The other guy just seemed very obvious because he really didn't have any change. In the first place, I couldn't believe that such a good figure - perhaps the son of some rich man - could easily admit to non-existence and bow his head to someone like himself who operates open-air business. Fidel also forgets that she was waving her fist up and returns her words to Liberto with a vegan expression.

"No, I'm the tough one. I'm sorry. But I don't have the fishing I can give you right now, so can you understand that I can't sell you?

"Of course. But once you feel like eating, don't get hungry..."

Liberto stares at the sandwich with a slightly resentful look as he rubs his belly. Fidel, who didn't see how it was, took the suggestion that was in Liberto.

"Then I hope they even go to the coffee shop swordfish at the station and eat it! It's the station, so you think you can handle paying for the big money just now!

"Wow. Is there a shop at the station? That's unusual."

Fidel's words inspire the curiosity of the original new-favorite Libert. A station is a place for trains to depart, and setting up a restaurant there together was at least not a station that Liberto had ever used. Liberto continues his words.

"Then boy, for today we shall interrupt that coffee shop swordfish. Also, I will make sure to make the next opportunity, so I will let you buy that sandwich from the Lord then."

"Then I'll ask you to prepare it so you don't get any change!

To Fidel, who smiles and returns the words, Liberto, of course, responds briefly and reaches out his right hand. When Fidel also offers her hand, she grips at each other disappointingly. After exchanging firm promises between the man and the man, Liberto quit the spot while gently suppressing his completely empty stomach.

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"I'm sorry, but I can get you a seat right away, so please just wait here for a moment."

The coffee shop Tsubame was just about to finally cross the peak of lunchtime with the meal of the guests arriving on the first flight of the day roughly over. While Nyarch clears his seats with Tekipaki, he guides the guests in turn waiting for their seats to be vacant. Libert, too, thought the clerk and the waitress in the cat's ear had followed his words and sat on the chair placed at the entrance to the store waiting now or now for his seat to be vacant.

(Hmm, you all have a pretty good look...

Riverto observes the look on the faces of those who wait for the order, leaving the shop behind with one set and another. All those who took their seats had a satisfying smile on their faces. Again, there is no madness in my eyes, I'm sure they will feed me a delicious sandwich... Riverto's expectations awaiting guidance were on the other hand inflating.

"Thank you so much for waiting! One, I'll show you around!

Nyarch, who finished clearing his seat, spoke to Liberto and led him inside the store. The store was still full of customers. Looking over each table, a variety of dishes and drinks lined up, some of which saw the sandwich you were looking for. Libert accidentally took his seat with an unfamiliar face, suppressing his throat from becoming gobbly.

Nyarch asks for the order, as usual, with the water and sauce he was carrying in the silver basin and the menu.

"Well, I'd like to ask you to order. Uh, today..."

"Um, I heard you're serving something called a sandwich in this store, and I'd like to ask for that."

Without waiting for Nyarch's words to end, and without opening the menu, Liberto told the menu that he had decided on in his heart. But the word received Nyarch gives a wrinkle between his eyebrows and a troubled look.

"I'm sorry, the sandwich is sold out today... All you can do now is either have lunch A or lunch C."

"Oh, my God! That's..."

What an unbridled day, Riverto recklessly looks up to the ceiling. Normally, I don't think so, but on the second shoulder watermark, Libert couldn't help but feel like giving up.

"Hmm, can't a sandwich do anything about it? Can't they do something about it because time and money can handle it?

Libert peeks into Nyarch's eyes in an attempt to get his hopes up. Nyarch decided to check with the store owner if he could say so much.

"Um, once again, I'll check with the manager. Please wait a minute."

Nyarch tells Liberto that, he heads to the kitchen for a small run. In the kitchen, which was beginning to show a little calm over the peak, Takumi and Roland were about to split up and start washing and cleaning up. Nyarch snapped his neck out of a peek window connecting the counter to the kitchen and spoke to Takumi.

"You can't do sandwiches today at all?

To Nyarch's words, which are not the same tone as usual, Takumi looks back at Nyarch by stopping the hand of cleanup work. And when I heard the earlier interaction from Nyarch, I put my arms together and thought about it.

"I see, is that a sandwich... hmm..."

Takumi checks the ingredients for lunch again today. If the customer wanted that much, it was Takumi's desire to provide a sandwich if he could. However, in the current situation where the ingredients have cut the core cornbread (bread) even if they can be managed, it is difficult to do so. Sometimes I prepare a separate bread for C lunch, but only today I used the main dish as BBQ, and since it was boiled and then baked as a mice (corn) and patterns (potatoes), I couldn't help but divert the bread for C lunch.

The lack of ingredients makes it easy to say no. However, I think Takumi wants to do everything possible to satisfy the customer's expectations and come to the store. Fortunately, the peak of lunch is settled once and for all. Takumi contemplates a menu that she might be able to serve instead of a sandwich, recalling the ingredients in her hand again. Then I thought of one dish I prototyped the other day. It will take a little while to prepare, but I think I can offer this. Takumi muddled her hands with a clean cloth before heading to the hall.

"It is the customer, the shopkeeper Takumi. I was hoping from this Nyarch. I unfortunately cut the bread, the ingredient in the sandwich, today, and I can't do anything about it. I'm so sorry."

Takumi would like to express her apologies to Liberto, who has been waiting for you in his seat. I guess it was still impossible or so marginal...... Liberto tried to take a seat while thanking Takumi for the polite care she showed. But it was to stop the operation on Takumi's next word.

"So, if you don't mind, could we offer you a different menu, alternative to sandwiches… our original pizza? It's just going to take a little while, so if you can afford it..."

Liberto is bewildered by the name of the unfamiliar menu and asks Takumi back.

"What kind of dish is that pizza?

Nyarch, who had refrained beside Takumi, begins to explain on Takumi's behalf.

"It's round, thin, hot and delicious!

Takumi laughs bitterly at Nyarch's overly concise explanation, while explaining it again.

"This is a thinly extended instant bread dough baked with ingredients, sauces, cheeses, etc. In a way it can also be a dish like a sandwich or a distant relative of a tortilla. Unlike a sandwich, it's delicious, so it's a menu that can be served exclusively at the store."

Libert listens to Takumi's explanation with a nod of hum, hum, and inflate his image. I know Tortilla. It should have been a dish wrapped around various ingredients in thinly baked corn dough. If it's anything like that, I certainly can't say I'm a relative of a sandwich… Liberto could have thought so in Takumi's explanation. Besides, most importantly, the fact that you can only eat here also tickles Liberto's mind. It was “pizza," an unknown dish, but the conclusion that Liberto reached was simple.

"Then I'd like that pizza and some more. I have time, so can I wait here in the meantime?

Takumi deeply thanked Liberto for his words and responded this way with gratitude.

"I'm in awe. Now let me prepare you a special lunch, a pizza. It will take some time, so let me get you an appetizer replacement salad and soup first. Well, please wait."

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"Roland, I'm going for a special menu. Sauce for barbecue for C lunch, how much more is left?

Takumi, back in the kitchen, quickly flies instructions to Roland. When Roland reacts immediately to Takumi's words, he checks the small pan on the oven top that is warming the sauce.

"There's still enough left. Do you want to use this as it is?

Takumi gives work instructions all at once, while Takumi relies on Lorand's prefetched reply, which is totally better.

"No, just transfer it to another small pan for about three cups on the radar and keep it warm. Then, Sebolia (onion) slices thinly, Pimiento (pepper) chops the seeds of the larger green into thin rings, and Mice scrapes the grains apart from the shaft, slicing the bowels diagonally. Also, peel the tomatoes and mop them down."

"The sauce is in a small pan, seboria, pimiento, slices of intestine, mice are sprinkled with grains, and the tomatoes look like they're ripping down! Roger that!"

Takumi nods and responds to Roland, who repeats the instructions without confusion, enters the pantry and prepares additional ingredients. Removed from the pantry were corn flour and arrow flour, eggs preserved in a refrigerator with ice, patterns, and potatoes called gnams. Nyam looks like a slightly longer sweet potato with a loess color, but has a taste and stickiness similar to yam. Takumi's senses had an intermediate image of Yamato and Nagato.

Returning to the kitchen, Takumi first washes the patter thoroughly with the water from which it is drawn to remove the soil, peels and mops it down and puts it in a bowl. Nyam likewise washes well with water, then soils off and then peels off.

(Hmm, this feeling is going to make my hands itch after all.

Like long potatoes and Yamato, the peeled nyam had a bright white complexion on it. Takumi moves down, taking care not to let the skinned nym slide down his hand, and aligns it inside a bowl with a patter in it. In addition, I cracked the eggs in that bowl, stirred the whole thing thoroughly, then added salt, and added the corn flour and the arrow flour in a 1: 1 or so discerning powder, and began to knead tightly.

(The fabric solidity was about Nyarch's earlobes......

Takumi adjusts the formula of the powder, remembering the condition of the dough when it was best done during the prototype, and continues to pinch the dough without worrying about getting to it. Then, where the dough clumps together with a little stickiness remaining on the surface, sprinkle the surface with arrow flour for finishing, and then divide the dough into pieces about half the size of the grip and round it up. The dough thus made was arranged on a bat beaten with corn flour instead of flour.

"Can vegetables and intestines be like this?

Roland asks Takumi for confirmation, who was making good progress. Takumi checks the ingredients cut as she rinses her hands with water and signs the OK.

"That's about ok. And also chop the cheese. More, please."

"Roger that!

Upon confirmation of Roland's reply, Takumi will also take up the next task. To the barbecue sauce for C lunch that was being transferred to a small pan and warmed - something sweet and spicy "terriyaki” flavored developed by Roland and also used for sandwiches - add the tomato moss down and season with seasoning. And when the small pan was added heat closer to the central part where the temperature was also highest on the oven stove's ceiling, the sauce in the small pan sounded fuzzy, and the good aroma, which contained sweetness, spread to the kitchen.

Takumi then handed the sauce pan to Roland, who had finished chopping the cheese, instructed him to take the coarse heat of the sauce on a wet cloth towel and prepared a thin round iron dish himself. Takumi checks the condition of the fabric he has just made when he thins the oil onto the surface of the iron dish. The fabric rested for a while had a matte surface. Takumi gently shakes the arrow flour on his hand and on the surface of the dough before taking it and gently extending it by holding it down slightly in the palm of his hand. The dough, which was gently extended onto an oiled round iron dish, was then stretched from the middle to the outside so that it was pressed and spread with a grip.

Apply plenty of special tomato sauce with a little heat on the surface of the dough, generally to a certain thickness and only slightly smaller than the size of the iron dish so that the edges are slightly thicker. Sliced white seboria, green pimiento, and intestines are placed on top of it, plus sprinkled with the yellow grains of maize (corn). And when I sprinkled plenty of chopped cheese, I gently cracked the eggs in the center.

Takumi gently places an iron dish with dough and ingredients on top of the oven in a netted area that can be seared over direct heat. Then, after checking the fire from the peek window, he covered the iron dish with a metal lid shaped like a bowl flipped over, flipping a medium size hourglass. Where the hourglass sand has fallen off, if you transfer it to the grill at the bottom of the oven and gently broil the surface, the pizza is done.

Takumi, with a paragraph of work, speaks to Roland, checking on the remaining materials and fabrics.

"Let's do this today's bribery, too. Will Roland try to make it for practice?

"Roger, I'll try!

Takumi, who had cleaned up the slabs and knives, quickly took out the iron plate as if waiting for the word, and began to stretch the dough with a look to see it quickly.

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"Thank you very much for waiting. It's a special lunch for your order, pizza."

The baked pizza is transferred to a white ceramic plate and served by Takumi's own hands. The hot air rose from the freshly baked pizza and the cheese melted with heat was still fuzzy. Libert unwittingly rattles his throat. Takumi arranged a small plate with mixed red and green powder next to the plate with the pizza on it.

"This small dish was mixed by crushing dry pimiento or vanilla. Pizza will give you a crisp taste. It's getting spicy, so use it if you like. Enjoy it while it's hot."

"Um, while hot, it's a delicious eating iron rule."

Libert holds a fork and a knife, suppresses the surface of the baked pizza with a fork and stabs the knife in. A crisp feel came from the foundation of a well baked pizza to the Liberto. When stabbed with a fork and lifted up the cutting edge, the trolley stretches out so that the heat of baking causes the sufficiently melted cheese to pull the thread.

(Ooh, this is...

It was a reminder of the dishes of my hometown, which I had eaten well in the past. It is a traditional local dish where large hard cheese surfaces are seared in charcoal flames in special utensils, melted areas are sharpened with hella and eaten over potatoes and intestines. As melted cheese pulled the thread, it was a reminder of nostalgia for Liberto.

Riverto, who was watching the cheese pull the thread, carried the cut pizza to his mouth after a breath. When you stand your teeth up, it conveys the same crisp texture you felt when you cut them apart with a knife. At the same time, melted cheese, heated ingredients and sauces fill the mouth with heat.

(Ahchi! But this is... to the effect!

As the liberto continues to eat while withstanding the huffiness and heat, I notice that the fragrant flavour of the crisp base fits perfectly with the taste of tomato sauce flavoured slightly sweet eyes. And the sweetness of the grains of Sebolia and Mice, through which the fire passed to such an extent that a little toothfeel remained, the faint bitterness of the green pimiento, plus the richness of the fat that soaked from the intestines, mixed intricately. These flavors were wrapped in melted cheese mellowness, playing a heavy delicacy that blended together.

(Speaking of which, you said this powder to your liking...

The riberto, which cut the second slice, carries the powder from the small plate down to the teat mouth only slightly. Then, in the complexity of the earlier, the tingling and irritating taste was added, and the flavor turned into a flavor with a single core.

(I see! This is because of this hard work!

The taste of the first bite was certainly delicious as well, but Liberto thought that it was only a bite of flavor, which might feel slightly heavier if eaten further. It was the spiciness of red pimiento and the aroma of vanilla in this small plate of powder that accented the palate and blew the weight. As Liberto sprinkled small plates of powder across the rest of the pizza, he proceeded to eat them in pieces one after the other.

(Mm, is this... an egg...?

If you proceed to eat about half of it and put a knife in the center, the yellow body of the egg, which has gone through the fire and has become half ripe, flows trolls out onto the plate. Libert takes the yellow body with a knife and puts it back on the pizza and carries it back to his mouth. The moment the intricate taste of pizza and the semi-ripe yellow taste came together in his mouth, Liberto was struck as if an electric shock had run all over his body.

(This! This is what we're after!

The neat taste of the egg's yellow body was bringing a new kindness to the slightly tired tongue with the stimulation of spiciness. Unlike cheese, the fresh, rich flavor that surrounds the tongue captivates the liberto. When he noticed, Libert was obsessed and carried to his mouth one after the other when he grabbed the pizza, which he had cut into large pieces with a knife, all the hassle of slicing it one bite at a time.

"You brought a squash. And it's new water and coffee for service."

Libert returns to me in the voice of Nyarch. In front of a plate that was quickly emptied, I was reflecting that I had done something illegitimate, while rebuffing the deliciousness of a pizza I had never tasted before. Riverto pounds his fully full stomach gently as he wipes his hands dirty with a handkerchief large wet cloth given to Nyarch.

"Did it fit your mouth?

Takumi, who finished cleaning up the kitchen, came to say hello to Liberto. Liberto gives Takumi the biggest compliment.

"It tasted good anyway. This is a really rare flavor."

Takumi responds in the light of the word.

"No, actually, this pizza is not a particularly rare dish where I used to live. However, there are some ingredients that are not available here that I couldn't quite make, but I've been experimenting with a lot of combinations, and I've finally been able to do something satisfying lately."

Libert nods at Takumi's words: Hmm, Hmm.

"Still, it must be the gift of the Lord's gift to be able to finish all this cooking with the ingredients at hand. No, I had a really good experience. Let me thank you."

With that said, Liberto takes a seat and reaches out to Takumi. Takumi also reaches out and shakes hands disappointingly in response. Then Liberto spoke to Takumi, as he remembered something.

"Speaking of which, is this one wholesale sandwiches to boys?

"Yeah, yeah. I wholesale to newspaper boys every day......"

Takumi responds to Liberto's question as she leans her little neck. Liberto then smiled satisfactorily and continued his words.

"Then tomorrow, I want to ask the boy something. Can you give me a message, please?

Liberto then asked for one order for the boy with the stiff handshake.

"I did accept. Thank you again tomorrow."

Takumi is somewhat surprised by the content of the order, while placing an order on paper addressed to Fidel. I'm going to be busy tomorrow morning..., Takumi has been tightening her mind now.

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"Why, if you don't go so fast to me... you might get a place..."

The next morning, Fidel was lined up in a line of staff greetings for VIPs at the Harpertown station building. Takumi's story is that a temporary train for “special guests" is leaving today, so she wants you to join the greeting line. I remember seeing an article in the paper a few days ago about some royalty going through the city as a new ambassador, and Fidel felt that “special customers” must mean that royalty or a new ambassador. I don't know how great he is, but, well, it doesn't really matter to me... Fidel was reluctantly in the line because it was Takumi's favor to take care of him. Not so much, and a luxuriously decorated carriage arrives in the square in front of the station building on schedule.

"The Honourable Liberto De Laurentis, Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary of the State of Craig to the Republic of Tennessee, thank you for using our station today"

At Takumi's signal, the staff in line - even though about 10, including engineers and mechanics - lowers their heads deeply at the same time. As everyone moves, Fidel bows her head in the same way. Waiting for the time to pass for a while in the same position, he was suddenly called from above.

"Hey, boy. Good to see you again."

As Fidel raised her head all the way to the word, a young man stood in a ceremonial outfit with medals and badges. Fidel remembered the man well. Before noon yesterday, after a little trouble, he was the one who exchanged "strong promises between man and man”. The new ambassador, Liberto de Laurentis, speaks to Fidel as one young man, "Liberto”.

"Shall I keep my promise to the boy? Did you get the message I entrusted to Takumi?

"Ah, ha, ha!

Fidel rushes to give the baggage she has prepared to the Libert. Sandwiches and newspaper sets, that's ten servings too. When Libert receives the sandwich and the newspaper himself so that he can hold it with both hands and gives it to his entourage, he takes his wallet out of his pocket and hands over 500 pesta notes to Fidel.

"I made sure you didn't fish properly today. You don't mind this, do you?

Fidel bowed her head vigorously, not surprisingly, as she grabbed the note. No way, I didn't think the person I cut the tanka with was such a great guy. Could I have done myself a great deal......, I thought so, couldn't stop the tremor in my hand receiving the note.

"Ha, I did get it! Oh, thank you. That's so refreshing!

A Libert who sees how it goes pounds Fidel on the shoulder and prompts her to raise her face. When Fidel finally raised her face, Libert was reaching out.

"From now on, this city will also be visited from time to time. Boy, sell me another sandwich then."

With Liberto's glittering smile, Fidel can finally relieve the tension. And finally, I got back on track as usual.

"Ha! It would be helpful if you could keep me from having any change then!

Libert, of course, responds briefly. The two of them shake hands firmly again. Takumi watches for a while, then sees the fold and speaks to Libert.

"My lord, it is time for you to leave. Please, go home."

Fidel dropped off Liberto's hindsight as he went through the ticket with Takumi's guidance with a heartfelt salute.