The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"Cleaning unit, mission accomplished! Good day again!

A cheerful voice clings to the swordfish, a coffee shop where the sun leans and gets a little dim. Nyarch, who had finished cleaning the hall after sales, reported the termination of his duties towards Takumi, who was cleaning the kitchen. Takumi in the kitchen returns her voice to Nyarch.

"Yes, good luck. Well, then, we're almost ready for dinner, so can you just give us a minute?

"It's so aiming! Oh, yeah! Can I make you an array today?

Nyarch, with his face out of a small window connecting the kitchen to the hall, speaks to Takumi as he rocks his cat ear with a pimple. An alle is a cocktail that recently divided Nyarch's favorite lemon syrup by ale. It's a cocktail I used to make and drink occasionally in the summer before Takumi came to “this world”. I remember and made it with matching ingredients. I really liked Nyarch and it has been a classic drink at dinner here lately.

Takumi gave an OK sign, smiling at Nyarch's naughty gaze.

"I thought I'd say that, and Yale's cooling down in the back well, so I'm gonna need two of you."

"Wow! Then I'll get it quick. Yikes!

Nyarch said no, or ran past Takumi's side and jumped out the back door of the kitchen. Oh man... Takumi thought, but watching Nyarch jump out happy felt the tiredness of the day heal.

(Well, the leftovers of the day are much...

Takumi took a sigh of relief with Phew, then took the knife and began to prepare dinner for two, as usual. In regular dinners, excess is often used in the daytime coffee shop opening. Chop the sanaolia (carrot), seboria (onion) and repolillo (cabbage) that were on the water bucket into pieces, and cover them with corn flour and arrows (comedy) powder. There, melted eggs, peeled and grated nyams (potatoes), and seasoned salt pepper were combined and mixed thoroughly until the whole thing was in place.

The next thing we have is slices of pork. When preparing meat for pork chops, which was the main part of today's C-lunch, the chopped ones were placed for plastic surgery, gathering slightly greasy areas. Takumi thinly lays corsa (vegetable species) oil on the oven stove ceiling with the fire intact, and slices of pork

I started stir-frying. Along with the sound of juice, oil stained from pork bounces over the ceiling. I seasoned it with salt pepper in anticipation of the approximation, put on the dough with the earlier vegetables so as to cover it from the top, and covered it with a lid.

While we wait for the fire to enter the entire fabric, we make the sauce quickly. Tacumi, when you add homemade ketchup and mayonnaise, plus a homemade spice mixture, add limone squeeze juice to the concealed flavor and then mix well in the foam. I really want to put in a "sauce” with you, but I can't help it because it's not available in "this world”. Takumi, once licked the mixed sauce with pepper, seasoned the flavor with salt pepper and then mixed again.

Takumi, who had completed the sauce, returned again to the front of the oven stove and took the lid covering it on the top of the ceiling. Mois overflow with hot air from the inside. Takumi lifts the dough with hera and flips cleverly, expecting a fit when the edges dry slightly, observing the condition of the dough carefully. Suppress the dough from the top to the point of shaping it, and cook it for a while to complete the specialty okonomiyaki and bribe style that will be the main part of today's dinner.

"Ojo! Can I make you another drink?

When was the only time Nyarch was back in the kitchen to sniff out the completion of dinner, he calls out to Takumi. Takumi replies with a word of welcome and moves on to the finishing task. In a small wooden bowl, lay the leaves of a thousand chopped lettuce, which is also not much of lunch, and place a patterned potato salad on top of it. Next to the white patata salad was served with bright red tomatoes sliced as colour. The okonomiyaki is coated with a special sauce made earlier and then served on a flat plate. In the soup cup, pour the tomato soup cooked with Almeja, two shells that are very similar to clams and clams.

I use it for soup, because Armeja was a big fish at home, and Roland brought it to me. Over the night, sanded Almeja is sautéed from shell to shell with chopped cebolia and seasoned aho (garlic), then cooked with water and tomatoes. If I could get a Nyarch pass, I would have liked to serve it in the store.

"You can do it. Help me carry it."

Takumi, who has finished serving, asks Nyarch to carry the dishes he has been able to serve with his voice. While Takumi finishes washing the cookware, Nyarch carries the dishes to finish the table setting is the usual step. Of course, there is nothing convenient about "this world", such as synthetic detergents and sponges for the kitchen, so the washing will rely on soap all the time. When washing dishes and cooking utensils, as a result of a trial and error since coming to "this world," water dissolved with shredded soap was used as a detergent substitute.

When the washed takumi sits at a small table next to the kitchen wiping her hands, Nyarch, already seated across the street, takes a toast pronunciation just because she can't wait.

"It's been a long day! Well, here's to you!

"Yes, good luck today. Kanpai!

When they glazed together, a cool noise rang with Cheyne. How long has it been dark in the kitchen, the flames of lamps placed on the table light up around the two of us. In the shaking flaming lights, Nyarch cheeks his okonomiyaki all over his mouth. Takumi was slowly indulging in its sweet and sour taste, tilting the glass of Via Cocktail made by Nyarch as he watched warmly as it looked.

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Takumi, who had finished his meal, remained in the kitchen alone. The planting for tomorrow's sales had been done in advance of dinner, but today we were preparing for another, tomorrow's "small supper”.

(It's your third birthday now...

Takumi whines one person as she looks at the calendar she put on the wall. Takumi came to “this world” two years ago in the spring. On that day, Takumi was on her way home on a modest honeymoon with her new wife, Yu. After a one-night tour of the old private house-lined settlements, also listed as World Heritage sites, and the big cherry old tree, which was in its peak season, he boarded an evening express train back to the local area. Because of this honeymoon, Takumi remembers that the two of us had secured the leading seats for one of the most scenic leading vehicles on this express train, which has a reputation for its windows, but was completely falling asleep due to the fatigue of the journey.

And as I was coming and going between my dreams and the narrow of the present, feeling Yu's body temperature sitting next to me and leaning against me, the sound of a whistle suddenly bursting into my ear as I cleaved that leisurely time. Clear memories are dimensioned there, and then only the impression remains as if they had drifted through the darkness for some time.

The next time he woke up, Takumi was the one in the train car. But it wasn't just the "leading seat of the leading vehicle" I was on earlier, the train was a very classic and chic built, still new wooden vehicle. Takumi, who managed to awaken consciousness while shaking her unclear head, immediately searches for a new wife who was sitting next to her. The seat next to Takumi was seated by one woman just as it was before her memory broke. The woman is still young when she thinks of her new wife, a generation of her own, who is likely to be in the upper grades of elementary school or, at best, in middle school. I thought the cat ear on my head was a crop for a moment, but if I observed it closely, it was moving in circles from time to time, like a real ”ear”.

A world different from the “common sense reality" that I've had until earlier - Takumi had no choice but to recognize the status quo in which she is now. But Takumi's mind was strangely calm. Because the “knowledge” and “feeling” to such an extent that Takumi was able to recognize the reality of today had somehow come to mind as a memory in his head. Until yesterday, no, not exactly the memory of “normal everyday experiences” until I heard today's whistle. Instead of overwriting, the overlapping memories, as added, had given Takumi a degree of calm that made him aware of his current situation.

And then again, Takumi stares at the cat-eared girl sitting next to her. From overlapping memories, Takumi was convinced that this girl was definitely Yu, her own new wife. When Takumi softened the girl's cheek, which would be Yu, the girl woke up. The girl opens her mouth as she rubs her eyes to sleep.

"Nyah? What's the matter?

"No, it's nothing. How are you feeling?

The girl turns her gaze to the ceiling to Takumi's question and shows her how to think for a while with her cat ears twitched. And I opened it for a while, and then I answered:

"Um, something, I think I've been out somewhere far, but I don't really remember it. What can I do for you, by the way?

Reacting to the lingering language of childhood, and the tone of calling yourself “your husband” - the answer did not overlap with the "yu” in the memory of "before the whistle”. Takumi calls on the girl, using another name whose memory overlap is linked to “Yu”.

"No, I wonder how I'm going to spend the rest of my time with Nyarch..."

Nyarch responds to Takumi's words with a decent look.

"Huh? I don't know, but for now, I'm pretty sure I'm with your husband."

From that word and expression, oh, I'm sure the two of us would be fine if we let them in, for some reason Takumi could believe that. Takumi then continues the conversation with Nyarch until the train arrives at the station. There were three things I understood while blurring out of it. One is that Nyachi, like Takumi, also has the experience of "before the whistle” as a memory, and the second is that the memory of the past is unclear and to the extent that “I don't know when I remember, but somehow I do”. And at the end of the day, Nyarch was a different personality from “Yu” Nyarch.

(Well, grapefruit has always been catty, so I guess the roots are together...

Takumi gets a crunchy, memorable laugh as she slowly stirs the pan she puts on top of the oven stove ceiling. In the pan, the boiled maize (corn) yellow fruit is rinsed in a rind bowl and then backed and creamed together with the soup taken with raw cream, butter and chicken gallows. Takumi keeps stirring in this soup, where the hot air shakes slightly, adding more powdered arrows stretched with milk. Slowly passing through the fire for a while, the thickened corn potage was complete.

(Speaking of birthdays, it's corn potage after all, isn't it?

Nyachi didn't remember his own birthday, so Takumi used Yu's birthday as Nyachi's birthday, an important anniversary that comes around once a year, Takumi hoped to celebrate as much as possible. However, my first birthday since I came to “This World” was desperate to live the station building on the bed, and I couldn't do anything about it.Last year, when I celebrated my second birthday, my busy days had gotten ahead of me not long after I started opening a coffee shop, so I could only prepare the simple thing of just adding white wine to a bribe made of extra ingredients, just like I usually do.

I want to prepare a proper "birthday celebration dinner” this year for my third birthday… that's what Takumi thought. Three special menus prepared by my own parents each time my birthday came from when I was just a child, for Takumi, this dedication was the one most deserving of a "birthday celebration”. The corn potage I was making today was a "yellow, sweet taste of memories” that occupies the corner of it.

As a finishing touch to the corn potage, Takumi adds the fruit of the mistletoe separately placed. As it is, let it simmer and warm before unloading the pan from the oven stove ceiling and transferring the prepared corn potage to the soup dish. And keep a spoonful to check the taste. The sweet flavors characteristic of corn and the rich flavors of dairy products, including raw cream and butter, spread across the mouth.

(It's hot weather, and it looks like you should finish it a little more refreshingly in your eyes.

After eating two or three bites and checking the direction of the flavor adjustment, the takumi is mostly cooked at lunch and the remaining arrows (white rice) are put into the corn potage. Putting rice in corn potage is one of Takumi's favorites, but I don't really have a good reputation around anything but my family. In particular, Yu and others before the marriage had remembered seeing a deliciously cheeky takumi with corn potage in the rice and pulling it off with an incredible look.

(Well, if you eat too much at this hour, you'll be hungry again...

If you noticed, the clock needle pointed to 10 o'clock at night. Takumi, scratching the corn potage with rice, restarted her appearance for dinner tomorrow.

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"Now, if you'll excuse me - sooo! I'm tired!

"Yes, good luck. Thank you again tomorrow."

The next evening, Roland left the kitchen behind after work. Takumi began to prepare a slightly more handy "small supper” than usual while trying to get Roland to work. First, it starts with corn potage. Nevertheless, the corn potage was made in anticipation of the coffee shop opening, so all we have to do is reheat it. Takumi slowly began to warm up by placing the lid of a pan with corn potage on the part of the low heat over the oven stove ceiling.

Takumi then enters the pantry and removes one deep bat from the refrigerator with ice. Inside it was chicken momomo meat marinated in thickened liquid. The liquid soaked with chicken momomo is based on white wines, moistened down with sanaolia and seboria, aho (garlic) and hen hivre (ginger) respectively, along with salt pepper and vinegar made with Ouba (grape) aged over a long period of time as a flavoring and hidden flavor - balsamic vinegar. The chicken momomo meat, carefully marinated in this specialty sauce all day and night, was slightly whitened on the surface, bringing its flavour to the interior of the meat.

(And then, here it is...

Takumi prepared it with chicken, chopped with Armandra (almond) fruit, which she also prepared last night. Armandra purchases smoked products for regular shops, but today, she had the raw fruit specially divided before the fire as an ingredient for the main dish. I actually planned to slice it thin and use it, but when I actually put in the knife, unfortunately slicing this small, hard Armandra fruit thin was a difficult task for Takumi. For this reason, Takumi was to use Armandra's fruit in a lightly chopped, elongated shape after slicing it slightly thicker to the extent possible.

Where other ingredients and condiments could also be prepared, we are finally going to work on creating today's main dish. Takumi takes out the chicken momomo meat that was soaked in the sauce and gently wipes the vegetable sludge around her with her hand, leaving it empty on the monkey and put aside for a while. To cut off the excess moisture in the meat and finish it deliciously.

While I let the meat rest for a while, Takumi proceeds to prepare the salad. The pale green retuga leaves placed on the water bucket were finely chopped by hand, and Sebolia sliced thin enough that the other side looked clear. Slice the dark green peppino (cucumber) in plenty of summer sunshine and a refreshing shade of light green emerges from the inside. Finally, the bright red colored tomatoes were skewered and all the ingredients in the salad were ready.

(Well, that sounds like it's time...

Takumi, who checked on the chicken momomo meat kept in the monkey, returns to making the main dish again. Takumi, when the chopped raw Armandra is placed in a bowl, adds corn flour and arrow flour to it, plus a spice mixture, stirring the whole thing well to get through. Then, when you add the chicken momomo meat that you just left out of the water to another bowl, season it with salt, pepper and then tangle the egg whites throughout the meat. Then, the chicken momomo meat tangled with a clear thickness was transferred to a bowl with Armandra, rolled slightly in the bowl, and then gently gripped with his hand to put Armandra on the chicken momo meat. The egg whites covered in chicken and the powder covered in armandra each connect, and the chopped armandra is firmly wrapped up as a chicken coat. Takumi carefully and gently gripped them one by one so that she could think of them, and repeatedly clothed them.

Takumi then pours plenty of new colza oil into the pan for the frying and sprinkles it on the direct fire of the rocket stove, which has been adjusted to the weakened fire. Warm the corsa oil to a slightly elevated and appropriate temperature while carefully adjusting the addition or subtraction of the fire, and then place the chicken momomo meat wrapped around Armandra's clothes in the oil. The meat sank in the golden, brilliant oil, and the bubble rose with the sound of a schwar.

Takumi fries chicken momomo meat as she gently curls it with vegetable chopsticks and occasionally lifts it. At first, the small, fine bubbles were sassy, and after a while, the slightly larger bubbles were bouncing patchy. The condition of the fire street inside is carefully felt with the feeling transmitted to the fingers through the vegetable chopsticks. Then, where the gravy in the chicken boiled tightly and I felt the feeling of trembling as the chicken foamed up from the vegetable chopsticks, I pulled up the fried chicken momomo meat in a netted bat. The fried chicken that could be served was tinted with a very dark eyed fox color, and the armandra that was wrapped together was also crisp.

(Phew, looks like you managed to do well.

Takumi fries the chicken in several degrees. Even though it got a little cooler in the evening, I still can't help but work in the heat, sweat erupting in the heat. Takumi wiped her sweat with a cloth over her neck and, occasionally containing moisture in her mouth, proceeded to prepare a “dinner” that was only slightly more powerful than usual.

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"Huh? Something about today's dinner is more gorgeous than usual!

Nyarch, who had finished cleaning the station building and the coffee shop after they were open and had once returned to the upstairs bedroom, descends into the coffee shop hall with a hanging noise from Takumi. There, a dish was prepared that was covered in white cloth and served on a properly set table, just a little more luxurious and just a little more politely than a regular dinner.

"Thank you for waiting. Then come this way."

Takumi urges him to pull his seat in the upper seat and sit in Nyarch. When Nyarch gets to his seat, looking a little lit up, he is blinded by the delicious dishes that seem to spread in front of him. At Nyarch's disposal is placed a salad with dark green peppino and bright red tomatoes served colourfully on top of a pale green retuga and a clear white seboria slice, and a corn potage peeking bright yellow fruit from inside a cream-colored soup with dark eyes. At the center of the table is a plate of fried dishes because it was served like a mountain.

"Nha? Fried since today, something around...?

"Yeah, it's my birthday.”

Takumi takes her seat, saying so. Sitting in the front, Nyarch leans his little neck and thinks for a little while, and, as he remembers something, speaks out abruptly.

"It was! It was Nyarch's birthday today!

"Yeah, that's why I made it 'birthday dinner' today"

Takumi removes a bottle from the wooden barrel placed by the table and pulls out the cork stopper. A pleasant sound of pong echoed the hall. As the water droplets around him were gently purged with a cloth and then poured into an elongated glass in front of the Nyarch, a small bubble rose up in a pale amber liquid, shwashwa. Takumi also pours sparkling wine into her glass and offers a glass for Nyarch.

"Happy Birthday, Nyarch, and thanks for everything. Nice to see you again."

Nyarch leaned down in the light of Takumi's serious glance, then followed and spun the words.

"More than that, or a toast!! And anyway, I want to eat fast!!

Yes, Takumi replies with a smile and takes the fries apart from the center. Nyarch opens his mouth wide and cheeks with one bite as he forks the fry from the beginning. Armandra makes clothes that are crunchier and more fragrant than usual, hot gravy popping out of them. Nyarch looks up unexpectedly and exhales huffy as if to let the heat escape.

"I was an asshole! But it tastes good in Crispy Jewers!

Takumi breathes a sigh of relief, seeing as Nyachi rejoices. Let's try again next year so that this dedication can be prepared… Takumi reached out to fry herself too, swearing by her heart.

That night, Takumi was sitting in front of a desk in her bedroom, tilting her cup as she looked out alone. Outside the window the book of the night is totally visited, and many stars are blinking in the sky. It was a night sky I had never seen before I came to this world. The moon has already flown for more than two years since coming to this world, and this night sky was completely familiar to me, but I still sometimes miss the places where the bright and busy nights lit by the lights were repeated.

You want to go back to where you came from, or you want to stay like this... Takumi doesn't know exactly how you feel either. But thus there is a Nyarch beside him, and a Yu. I guess I'm happy enough about that. Takumi moves to bed with a glass on the table and sits back. Nyarch, who was in a perfect mood for a little more alcohol than usual, was resting. Takumi lays her hands gently on Nyarch's head and squeezes her hair.

(Thank you for everything.

Somewhere, I thought I heard Yu's voice. Takumi looks around, but it's not like anyone's here. Nyarch slept quietly looking the same. Takumi strokes Nyarch's head again with the thought that it would be nice to see you again. Nyarch grabbed Takumi's hand with a delightful look on his face… and began to carry it around to his mouth.

"... er, that's not dinner..."

Takumi grinned painfully and gently grabbed her hand. And once he put his own face on Nyarch's cheek, he started clearing the table.