The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"Really, is it still difficult..."

Takumi says so, closing her eyes softly and nodding small.

A gentle smile as usual, but a faint crease appeared between his brows.

Sabbath takes one breath at a time and bows his head deeply.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with all this care."

"No. It's rather this one who takes care of you. And if I can't handle it at Mr. Sabbath's, I don't know how."

About imported ingredients, the Silva Chamber of Commerce operated by Sabbath is the largest in the country.

Even though steamships were spreading, it meant that there were no other routes left, given that straddling the sea still entailed great difficulties.

Then this time, Sophia opens her mouth.

"I let my guy look, but honestly, it's still going to take some time to get back to normal."

"Ho ho, did you come with 'our guy'"

"If you're already uncle!

Sophia dyes her cheeks and protests at a teasing word of Sabbath.

Although not ostensibly, Sabbath was also informed about Sofia's new partner.

When words come from the mouth of "Sophia the Ice" to show off the two of us as we try to keep a warm eye on their fate, it won't be impossible to want to throw a single tease at them from.

Meanwhile, Sophia, who doesn't even realize she was unconsciously cursing, pours cinnamon coffee into the lights.

"And anyway, now the question is how to secure the pato (pasta). It has become quite popular throughout the city, and most importantly because it is the main product of this' swordfish '!

"Well, well, Mr. Sophia, calm down. Sure, Pato is happy for his customers, but we just have to do it on other menus without them."

"That said, because everyone already knows how good Pato is. Wouldn't that distinctive texture that comes from the elongated shape be quite replaceable in other dishes?

To Sabbath's point, Takumi roars hmm.

I do not see noodle dishes in this world other than pasta. Apparently, wheat is on the verge of extinction, and noodle dishes have been lost again.

You can't eat udon or ramen without a pato.

The three give a uniformly sinister look with their arms on.

Then Nyarch slipped his face in there.

"Would you like a cup of coffee? Oh, my God, where have you been?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Just think about it."

"I'm sorry I held Mr. Takumi back at a busy hour. Oh, Mr. Nyarch, could you get me some coffee?"

"Then I was wondering if I could get some for you."

"I don't know! Bring it right away!

Nyarch heads toward the counter with his patties, putting together the same bright atmosphere as usual.

Dropping that off sideways, Sophia took one breath with her phew before cutting out the story again.

"Hey Takumi, can't I make a pato without an arena (flour) after all?

"Um, honestly, you can't fathom me with my arms. I've tried several times, but unfortunately I've never even gotten to the point where I can see the light"

Since coming to this world, Takumi has tried several times to make noodles with myces (corn) flour and arrows (rice) flour.

Even in the original world, though, I have had little experience beating the noodles myself. Even if there were flour, it would have been repeated failures. It was also imperative to make it extremely difficult if not impossible to beat noodles without flour.

Takumi bites his teeth without his own strength. But the old merchant of a hundred wars smell did not miss a word of Takumi.

"With that mouthful, it's not impossible to make a pato that doesn't use arenas... No, does Lord Takumi know it exists?

Sabbath grins as he strokes his white beard. But those eyes are serious.

Sophia was also waiting for the next word as she sent her eyes as a banker to Takumi.

While I feel the pressure from both of them as a twinge, Takumi still worries.

I wonder how far I may pass on the knowledge of Takumi's original world.

But Takumi's troubles were easily broken down.

"It's a treat! You brought coffee instead."

"Oh, thank you, thank you"

"Hey Nyarch, what would Nyarch like to try if he had a dish like Pato that doesn't use arenas?

To Sophia's words, Takumi gives a sobering voice. I just try to interrupt, but I can't make it.

"Hmmm...... soba! You want a buckwheat noodle! Shrimp Heavenly Grated Soba Sauce Soba noodles!

"Ho ho, are you Kentin Soba to Eviten Orosi Soba..."

Sabbath narrows his eyes more as he repeats Nyarch's words.

"This is the first dish I've heard, but I'm sure it's wonderful and delicious because Mr. Nyarch has such a good smile.

Sophia also slowly sent her gaze to Takumi, smiling.

"Mr. Takumi, if you can, can't you try to make it?

"If it's anything but an arena or a pato, I'll look for anything. Don't hesitate to request it."

"Hey, I'm looking forward to it!

To the pressure from the two of us, the grin of an uncontrolled Nyarch.

If this happens, Takumi will have to raise the white flag now.

"Okay. If you do, will you let us meet again in time? I have to start by asking you to find out if you have the ingredients you need…"

"I don't mind at all. Lord Sophia, may I?

"Of course it is. See you around."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

It was a takumi with a bitter laugh at the two words, but her cheeks were loose unexpectedly due to the gnarly weather singing.