The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"I'd love to take a positive approach, but as you explained, Pato uses Farine, in your national language, the arena (flour) as his main ingredient. It would be difficult to export for the sole purpose of obtaining profits or foreign currency. But..."

One room in a hotel, a young man and woman across the street, continued to negotiate for future deals.

Negotiations have prolonged beyond what was originally envisaged and have distorted the magnitude of the obstacles.

The biggest reason for this was Pato's use of the arena as a raw material.

A "catastrophe” engraved in history - a massive disease involving the world has resulted in the loss of arenas from many countries, including this country, and the trigo (wheat) that feeds them.

Trigo harvests declined dramatically in some countries that managed to avoid total annihilation, and securing domestic consumption became a top priority issue in all countries.

As a result, very few trigos and arenas were turned to overseas exports, as well as for the foods they and their ingredients.

However, on the occasion of this exposition, the "Pato”, which uses the arena as a raw material, was listed.

According to the description of the man representing the country on the seller's side, the disease of Trigo was overcome in that country through 300 years of varietal improvement and large-scale production was underway.

Furthermore, it was said that the successful development of dried pato, which greatly enhances the preservation of trigo and arenas, allowed the supply of pato, which greatly exceeded domestic demand, and led to this listing.

Meanwhile, even though they are at the exposition, the word that they want to actively trade patos out of their mouths has not been uttered so far. As everyone understands the rarity of the arena, it can be taken for granted to guide Pato's presence in such a way as to benefit his country most.

Still, it should be noted that putting Pato on this exposition means that he is willing to make a few transactions. “Strategic Meaning" - The key to the negotiations was narrowly focused there.

A ravishing woman sitting in the front speaks out, blocking words repeated over and over by a man with a beautiful appearance.

"Other than that, I mean, this deal is something that contributes to the friendship and development of both countries, if only we could prove that, right?

To the woman's inquiry, the man nodded silently. Negotiations can continue solemnly thereafter.

"Okay. I'll have a dish with a pato that can prove it by the end of the exposition. Instead, can you get me a sample of Pato?

"Of course, let's make the arrangements as soon as we need them. Instead, you can expect results, right?

A man looked sharply at the woman. But the woman hasn't lost either. Keep a close eye on your opponent and say this.

"Yes, I will definitely prepare a delicacy to satisfy you."

The man laughed unintentionally at the strong words.

The two take their seats with each other and shake hands across the table. The members present at the table saw their handshakes before leaving their seats.

"Well, I'll see you again"

The last time the woman said so, she quit the room where the air strained due to nervousness. The companion of the woman who stored the white beard also leaves the room later. The man stared silently at the condition.

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"Hey, Lord Sophia, you were a pretty tough negotiator."

In a hotel suite, Sabbath was looking back at earlier negotiations. The person you're talking to is Sophia, a jazzy woman who was up front in the negotiating arena until earlier. Sophia returns words to Sabbath as she hangs on her armchair looking slightly tired.

"Really, you're a bad guy. It's like I'm seeing through anything here. Plus, that confident man-man attitude. I can see it from the top."

"But he was a pretty good guy, wasn't he?

Sabbath whispers lightly, but Sophia flickers her hand and denies the words.

"Give me a break, Mr. Sabbath. Sure, I'm always wondering if there's a good guy. Still, let me make some more choices."

Sabbath dared neither affirm nor deny Sophia, who showed her fuzzy face and objected, laughing haha and sparingly. The laughter makes Sophia peel again.

Reflecting on whether it was a little too much...... Sabbath just coughed up one and then switched to a serious story.

"Sometimes, what are you going to do now? If you think about the other guy, it's going to be a little difficult."

Sophia wakes up the body that was held on her back, glances forward and speaks to Sabbath.

"Well, I knew it would be hard not to use Mr. Takumi's help here. I just don't think it's going to be easy for Takumi alone this time."

"Well, what do you say?

Sabbath raises his eyebrows pickly and waits for words.

"Mr. Takumi is a great cook indeed, who serves amazing dishes that are shaved ice, baked cheesecake in front of it, and that we don't always know about"

Every word of Sophia. Sabbath hits the hammer. Hmm. The story went on even further.

"But, on the contrary, have you ever been fed an orthodox dish by Mr. Takumi? I may happen to visit less often, but isn't it just something I've always worked out and worked out?

Asked by Sophia, Sabbath had until now remembered the dishes served at the coffee shop, the swordfish.

Certainly all the dishes that come out in the 'swordfish' are so rare that it is not an exaggeration to say that they can only be eaten in the 'swordfish', whether it be morning mornings or lunch at noon.

On the other hand, stewed and pasted tomato soup with fried tortillas, Parta (avocado) salad, and hoodia (ingen beans), second only to tortillas around here… I rarely saw these traditional dishes often eaten around here in "swordfish".

Of course, there is also the intention of a sales measure of serving uncommon dishes and attracting attention. But given Takumi's culinary skill, it's no surprise that more of these traditional dish-based... Sabbath nods slowly to Sofia's point.

"So I asked the" station manager ”about Takumi. Then, Takumi and Nyachi both said that it wasn't this country, that it was from somewhere far away. That means Takumi's not familiar with the food around here."

To Sophia's words, Sabbath remembered one thing.

That was when I asked you before about Morning pricing. To Sabbath's simple question, Takumi replied, "This is normal in my countryside, and if I get a separate replacement at Morning Services, they'll laugh at me”.

I didn't really care at that time, but if it did mean I came from far away, it was a fitting story.

"Well, I'm sure you can make a delicious dish with pato about Lord Takumi, who was originally desirable for“ Menlui "..."

"This topic," Contribute to the friendship and development of both countries, "you should think that there are parts of Takumi that are beyond his power."

Sabbath snorts at Sophia's words and shows consent.

"When you do, how are you going to be treated?

Answers to Sabbath's questions were already available. Sophia answers Sabbath confidently.

"Yeah, I'm going to let Natl tackle this challenge, too. Natl doesn't have a problem with his cooking skills, and most importantly, he's familiar with traditional dishes in the area. Wouldn't it be fruitful if you joined forces with Mr. Takumi?

"I see, indeed, Lord Natl would be fit. But Lord Sophia is probably expecting Lord Natl."

Sabbath agreed with Sophia's proposal to hit one knee with Pong.

I hear Natl was originally hired as a kitchen attendant at the mansion. Having found its strength, Sofia had given one great challenge after another and was now enough to virtually leave the scene of the exposition venue's stalls at its disposal.

Sabbath was asked how much Sophia's trust and expectations for Natl were in hand.

"Well, she's serious about cooking, and most importantly, she's an excellent cook. It absorbs quickly, and I think it has an interesting sense of ingenuity. If he realizes that and is more confident, I'm sure it will get bigger."

"Is that why you make me go through all sorts of experiences early? I see you're growing up pretty tough."

To Sabbath's words, Sophia responds with a smile, but with a sharp glance.

"People can only shine on the stage where they can maximize their qualities. While you're under me, don't hesitate to give the stage away. Well, it depends on the person's efforts to make it a thing."

Sabbath snorted. Lord Sophia will need a bigger stage...... and Sabbath thinks. On the other hand, it was such a believable Sabbath that if it was Sofia, it would surely pave the way for itself.

Where the two of them shared their future policies, the topic moved on to a specific part.

"So let's see what the next steps are. First, we need to arrange for Pato and ask Lord Takumi to help us."

Sophia also continues the conversation as she runs her feather pen through the bundle of paper at hand.

"I will review the explanation to Natl and the staffing of the Expo stall. Yeah, well, when I ask you to arrange for Pato, I want you to take Natl with you. You want her to remember the real taste before you send her to Takumi."

"Okay. May I join you to Lord Natl first?"

So Sabbath took his seat with his voice up. I don't know if it will work out within a limited period of time, but the movement itself will bring a new breath to the land... it was a Sabbath that I couldn't stop being excited to think about.

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"So, Mr. Natl, I'm afraid you've just arrived, but can you tell me a lot about Pato you've been tasting?

"Ah, ha, ha! Absolutely!

Natl answered with a slightly nervous face in the kitchen of the coffee shop 'Swallow'.

A few days after that, Sabbath, who had returned to Harpertown, was visiting the coffee shop, the swordfish, with a request from Sofia.

Takumi, who heard from Sabbath, took on the pleasure while smiling slightly at the content of the request, which grew bigger and bigger. The fact that we have the long-awaited “pasta” in front of us, and above all this challenging challenge, was enough to attract Takumi's heart.

According to Natl's story, there are two kinds of patos that have been tasting at the exposition venue. The red sauce that tastes like tomatoes is soothing. It's a simple fabrication that doesn't contain as much ingredients.

The other was soothed with a slightly yellowish white cream sauce, and this one contained salted meat chopped and stir-fried, characterised by the intense flavors woven by dairy products and egg yolks.

And what was cited as a common denominator was that both had plenty of cheese moistened down to the finish. It was said that the cheese with this finish was bringing aromatic richness.

"Okay. Pasta I know...... Pato has something similar. I will be prototyping now, hopefully I can ask for a comparison"

Neapolitan for the red sauce and Carbonara for the white sauce would be close...... Takumi, who imagined a similar pasta dish from Natl's story, took a quick cook to tell them that.

Tomatoes, seboria (onions), butter, milk, raw cream, cheese, eggs, and salted meat - Tacumi carries ingredients from the nattle out of the pantry. Besides this, condiments such as homemade ketchup and salt pepper were prepared for the kitchen table.

"Mr. Natl, can you help me boil the noodles for a minute?

"Ah, yes! Absolutely!

Natl answers Takumi's request in two replies.

The pato Sabbath brought me seems much like the pasta Takumi knows - the spaghetti dried noodles, but I don't even know if it's okay to add or subtract the same boil. So, while parallel to making the sauce, Takumi asked Natl to boil just a small amount of noodles first, checking the boiling additions and subtractions one by one.

And some time later, according to the time grasped in the prior experiment, Natl boiled up the pato for this prototype. When I sprinkle water on the monkey in the sink, the hot air also rises woefully. The lightly drained pato was transferred to a large bowl, where the corsa (vegetable species) oil was entangled by the hand of the nattle and passed to the takumi.

"I did it!

"Thank you. Then have a plate ready for the rest. Two small plates, please."

While giving Natl his final instructions, Takumi splits the noodles in half and tangles the sauce in each. The red sauce is made of Neapolitan-style tomato sauce and the white sauce is made of carbonara-style.

The pato you can serve is served on a plate prepared by Natl. Finally, the red sauce ones were sprinkled with hard cheese moistened down to the finish, completing the two types of pasta that became prototype number one.

"Thank you for waiting, you can do it. Enjoy it while it's warm. Mr. Natl, let's eat together later."

"I brought you a fork!

When Takumi receives the fork Nyarch brought to her, she wraps it around the red sauce first - a Neapolitan-style pato, and carries it to her mouth.

The noodles, often intertwined with the taste of fresh tomatoes and boiled ketchup, had a good finish that was not too soft. The sweetness of the onions I put together is also very profitable. It tasted the same pasta I used to eat before I came to “this world”.

"Uh, Takumi, excuse me...... can I borrow your knife too?

Natl's voice came into Takumi's ear, which was conscious of the tasting. When I looked up, Natl, who had placed it in front of Pato's plate, had a troubled look on his face with a fork in one hand.

"Huh? Is that a knife? If it's a knife, it's on that shelf. But pasta...... isn't it hard to use a knife when you're eating a pato? Whatever the spoon......"

"Oh, isn't this pato something to eat with a knife and a fork? I'd like to have it too..."

"Uh-huh? It's not a spoon, is it a knife?

Sabbath and Nyarch also break in for a chiseled interaction between Takumi and Natl. Between the four of us who looked at each other, there was an air of confusion.