The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"Mr. Takumi, I apologize for disturbing you earlier. This is my grandmother, Imelda."

"My name is Imelda. Thank you again."

The old lady, Imelda, had a pleasant grin against Sofia, who was still slightly clamping her face.

I do feel a shadow somewhere when I line up like this. Takumi greeted him with a thank you, thinking of that.

"Sofia has stopped by our store every time she comes to Harpertown, and we really appreciate it"

"Yeah, I know. And we've been using it for a long time, haven't we? But I got the dish earlier, and Sophia chose this shop."

"Mr. Takumi is taking care of things like ice and pato."

"Is it Master Left? You have to thank me more and more for that. Thank you very much all the time."

"No, I'm afraid in excessive terms. Many thanks to Sophia for making it available."

When Takumi bowed her head again, Imelda nodded yeah twice.

And Imelda, again, turns to her granddaughter and speaks up.

"Well, Sophia. Tomorrow morning was definitely the end of the day, wasn't it? I'll be home early if I don't have any plans. Let's talk about the future."

To the words emanating from her grandmother's mouth, Sophia lifted both eyebrows and opened her eyes.

Sophia knew exactly what her grandmother meant by "the future." I dare to say that I am going to move for real at last.

But being tied to the person my grandmother wanted wasn't necessarily in keeping with Sophia's will.

I understand, of course, that it is an awkward story not to consolidate oneself forever, given the raw house.

But now Sophia still felt she wanted to be a little more free.

Besides, tomorrow is a bi-monthly "Promise Day” in the first place. This schedule was the only one that could not be given way to for Sofia.

Nevertheless, it is not to be hoped to bore the promise of just the two of us, albeit my grandmother. Sophia spoke to her grandmother, choosing the words.

"Hey, wait a minute. Tomorrow, I promise to meet with people at lunch. I was supposed to have dinner with you here, and I'm asking you to arrange a dish. Right, Mr. Takumi?

"Yes, I do accept."

To the words of Sophia, Takumi also nods and gives his consent.

I haven't told you the details, but you wouldn't even tell me to renege on my promise to meet people exactly. Besides, Takumi followed me well, and my grandmother would be convinced of this - on that kind of calculation, Sophia was going to choose only the "part you can reveal” to explain.

But Imelda's next utterance was far beyond Sophia's calculations.

"Liberto De Laurentis, Your Eminence the Ambassador, who is certainly from the Republic of Tennessee. What do you think?

"Dear Auntie! How could you do that!!

My grandmother tells me the name of the person she's supposed to be “promising” that she's not telling anyone, and Sophia accidentally slaps her desk in the van and stands up.

But it seemed woven to my grandmother that Sophia would be surprised. Imelda continued her conversation, calmly and in a panic Sophia.

"I can't believe I don't have a desk. In the first place, who do you think I am? If that bothers you, isn't that what Sophia finally knows?

To Imelda's confident words, Sophia took to the back of the chair, trying to keep her forehead in her hand.

Indeed, Imelda was named after her late grandfather in the Marimaid family, which was in its promising season. It is also said that the information-gathering ability to not miss anything in particular and the insight to draw the right conclusions from the slightest amount of information were so feared by competitors in commerce that they formed the basis for the Marimaid family's uproar.

Most of all, it seemed difficult when my grandfather had stretched his feathers too far outside because of it, but that is another story.

However, a question mark arose in Sophia's mind as to how long she would be able to gather information, even though Imelda had a day's length, to meet with Liberto tomorrow.

Because only a very small number of people can be trusted to know that Liberto and I are seeing each other here.

If we knew about tomorrow's promises, it would be to the Liberto himself and the officials of the 'swordfish', including Takumi, and to Sabus of the Silva Chamber of Commerce, so to speak, whether they have been passed on to the 'station manager' through Takumi.

Either way, I didn't think I'd divulge information to the outside world as one of them.

So why did they find out...... I can't think of an answer and Sophia clutches her neck in wonder.

Imelda, watching how it was, revealed Tane with a smile.

"You seem wondering how I found out. But I did a little digging and it was easy. If you look at your schedule here these days, you don't seem to visit Harpertown quite often. So, it was in the newspaper article that the Honourable Liberto also did all sorts of activities in Harpertown so as to fit back and forth. Yeah, well, that doesn't happen by chance, does it? And then maybe something like a woman's intuition?

Sophia sighs at the answer, which makes no sound, raising her hand and showing her surrender posture.

"I'm here. So Aunt Imelda, the“ hundred ears ”, is still alive? But it doesn't make any sense to meet Lord Liberto. Sure, it's not all work, but the goal is to deepen rapport as a friend."

While he manages to calm down, Sophia tries to deceive the two “promises” not to make weird sense.

I'm not going to lie to you. He's certainly a respectable opponent, and I find him nice to look serious about when he works.

But now it's just a relationship as a "friend”. Yes, that's why it's only a meeting with a "friend"... Sophia snaps in her heart as she tells herself.

From the Imelda on the other hand, it felt like it was in the heart of such a granddaughter or something.

Imelda speaks to Sophia gently as her grandmother and as a senior in her life.

"Isn't that right now, too? Besides, don't you think he doesn't hate you?

"Oh, that's..."

Sophia jammed her words into the straight-and-middle words thrown at her by her grandmother.

At least this is how they make time to meet each other, so they won't hate me.

But I still couldn't measure how far his feelings were at fulfillment.

I feel so sad if something happened that would cause me to unilaterally solicit thoughts and break my current relationship... then Sophia would have stepped on two legs.

Imelda, who was watching such a swinging Sophia, makes a breakthrough laughing at Kerakera.

"Oh, my God, you're so ballsy at work, but on this side, you're totally a wife. Well, fine. In the meantime, may I join you tomorrow? Let's see what kind of man Sophia cares about."

"Yes! Oh, no...!

"What, are you complaining? So Takumi, tomorrow's dish for an extra serving. And please turn the accounting to me."

Imelda, who quickly decided to set the stage for tomorrow, asked Takumi, who was quietly listening beside the two of them, to add more people.

Takumi sends Sophia a gaze to see if she can take the order.

"... when this happens, it won't stop anymore. Mr. Takumi, can I have one more tomorrow?

"Yeah, we were about to get ready, so there's no problem. Is there anything you don't like?

"No, you're especially fine. It was a light dish today, so I'd love to be fed Takumi's temperamental dish tomorrow."

"Yes, I did. I'll be waiting again tomorrow."

"That's all I could cook today. I hope so tomorrow. Then I'll go, Sophia. Takumi, welcome to a delicious meal."

When Imelda takes her seat with a satisfied look, she gives Takumi an earlier silver coin, saying that the fishing is an advance tomorrow.

Takumi rushes after him when he realizes he's overpaid, but Imelda just walked out the door.

Sophia, who goes after him and says, apologizes to Takumi.

"I'm sorry, my aunt is stubborn once I make up my mind. Can I keep it for once today and let it be settled again tomorrow?

"Yes, I did. Then that's what I'll do."

Standing up Sophia's face swung by her grandmother, Takumi accepts the offer.

Tomorrow is going to be a turbulent day. When Takumi regained her temper, she began to think about assembling the menu, which had become an extra serving.

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The next day, Liberto and Sofia, as well as Imelda, were in their private seats set on the second floor of the coffee shop Tsubame.

The luncheon seats, one more than planned, have a soothing atmosphere but strange tension somewhere.

As he broke that strained air, Liberto said a word of greeting as he took his seat.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Liberto De Laurentis"

"It's Imelda Marimaid. I'm sorry I suddenly pushed you today."

"No, I am very honored to have the opportunity to be present with a lovely person like Lord Imelda. Thank you very much to Lord Sophia."

"This is my granddaughter. I hear she's been very helpful to you. Didn't I inconvenience you a lot about Pato?

"Terrible. It was also thanks to the great dedication of Lord Sophia that we were able to start trading for Pato. I really appreciate it."

"Even as a Marimaid, thanks to the help of Lord Liberto, we have achieved a great deal. Thank you again."

Liberto and Imelda have business talks with each other. Although they both look dazzling, they're not only laughing at their eyes. Although it is polite language, it would be first of all the exploration of each other's bellies.

When that happens, it's Sophia that's hard. Although sitting next to Imelda, the front of the Libert, I felt disappointed to be caught between them.

Imelda speaks to Sophia, who is shrinking smaller than usual.

"What's wrong with you? You don't have to shy away from me, do you? See, say hello to Master Liberto."

"Yeah... Master Liberto, it's been a long time. Best regards again this year."

Sophia who tries so hard to behave normally that she can't get too far back.

Did you feel freshness in your unusual attitude, and Liberto speaks out with a nigga laugh?

"Oh, you're a lot of people today. Around last fall and so on, he said he was energetic enough to thrust me."

"Oh well, you are such a rude thing..."

To Liberto's remarks, Imelda speaks out in surprise.

It was Sophia who panicked next to him. They take out old testimonies, and they tear them up with a quick mouth as they turn their faces bright red.

"Hey, wait a minute! Aren't you just an accident? I'm sorry I thrust that, but because Mr. Liberto suddenly hugs me... and that's also because he helped me fall down the stairs and nearly fell... ahhhh!

Words don't come together, Sophia swells her cheeks and tries to delude her.

Looking at that, Liberto stares with pleasure, and Imelda also sends her gaze to her granddaughter as she lifts her mouth angle.

Noticing their gaze, Sophia raised a protest to both of them as they dyed their faces even more red.

"Hey, what's up, both of you! It's not like I'm in a hurry alone!

"Well, you're right, so there's no choice, is there? But it looks like you're finally getting your usual..."

That's what Liberto said, and he just laughed at Couscous saying he couldn't stand it anymore.

Then Imelda also leaks a grin while Cook and I manage to bite her to death.

Sophia, who finally realized that they had made fun of her here, swelled her cheeks as well - because they were both terrible.

Where the three finally had a soothing atmosphere, the door to the room was knocked concocted.

When Libert spoke to him, please, it was Takumi who came into the room.

Takumi speaks to Sofia as she arranges the first dish she carries on the table.

"There was a busy voice all the way down the hall. It's unusual for Mr. Sophia to be able to raise his voice. It was a fresh experience."

"Oh, even Mr. Takumi is terrible! Yeah, this is today's appetizer. They all look delicious."

Three types of dishes were on the long, thin corner dishes served before the three. Sophia is blinded by a wide variety of dishes.

The Libert sitting in the front also looks intrigued by the food. Staring at the food, he throws a question to Takumi.

"You seem to be working on something today. Can you explain that to me?

"Today's first plate is an assortment of three kinds of appetizers. In order from the left, the egg rolls (omelette) combine sanaolia (carrots) with arpio (celery) pickled in sweet vinegar, roasted pork, patata (potatoes) and espinaca (spinach). Roasted pork is made with dried camaroons (small shrimp), spicy red pimiento (sea urchin), and ajo (garlic) and other specialty lard oils… accompanied by flavored oils"

"How amazing to see three types of appetizers coming out. I'm surprised."

"Thank you. There are a number of products, but we are all modest in quantity, so we know if it is less burdensome on the stomach. Please indulge."

Takumi said so, leaving the room after a gratuity in front of the door to prepare the next dish.

"Well, let's get it over with."

When Imelda joins her hands in front of her chest, she lowers her pre-meal prayers. Liberto and Sophia both put their hands together in front of their chests to go with it, and they were silent.

After a brief prayer, Imelda looked over the entire plate before stretching her fork to the egg roll on the right edge. The egg grill, which is divided into large bites, shows the green of espinaka in a bright yellow spot, with a beautiful finish.

When I chewed it into my mouth, I felt how pleasant the contrast was between the hawkeyness of the sliced patter and the texture of the shaky espinaka.

The ingredients flavoured slightly stronger with salt pepper are then rounded with eggs, giving them a harmonious flavour.

I have received many times before a dish that matches each with patata and eggs, espinaka and eggs. But once both, it was also the first experience for Imelda, who has ever enjoyed a variety of dishes.

Imelda accidentally roars her throat for a simple but fresh egg-roasted taste.

"Well, even though the ingredients are simple, it has a very interesting taste. As I thought yesterday, Lord Takumi is really good at it."

"Isn't that why Takumi and I are gathered here for her cooking?"

To the words of Imelda, Sophia showed joy as if she had been praised about herself.

To that look, Libert overlaps words with a nod of yeah too.

"It's hard to come to Harpertown without some reason. But Lord Takumi's cuisine can only be tasted here. Therefore, I have asked Lord Sophia to meet us regularly."

"I see, you've given it a good thought. So you can have time alone with our granddaughter?

Imelda laughs niggardly and puts in an exploration with words.

But the young spicy ambassador hasn't lost either. Libert also returns the words firmly as he lifts the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, thanks to you, we're having a great time"

In the subtle reward of words, the two smile at each other.

At that time, Sophia, who sensed that the story was about to flow in a strange direction, was desperate to speak to the two of them.

"Hey, would you rather enjoy cooking than talking about that? This roast pork, the sauce is spicy and the food will go on."

"Well, I guess I'll take one of these."

Enjoying the panic of her granddaughter, Imelda carries the roast pork to her mouth.

When the roasted pork, carefully fevered, was cheeked, the taste of fat spread to the mouth as a jewel. And every time I chew the mogi, now the flavor that the meat is supposed to have twitches.

And it is the flavored oil served as a sauce that is tightening this flavor. What an exciting taste, Imelda can't hide her surprise

"Well, this is again... it's hard, for sure, but it's not unpleasant spiciness. The flavour and flavour are firm."

"Surely this sauce is the first taste I've ever had. No, I don't know how many drawers Lord Takumi has..."

The exclamation also rose from Libert, who ate roast pork following Imelda.

Flavoured oil that combines the strong spiciness of pimiento with the flavours of aho and henchbre, as well as the characteristic flavours stained from camaroons. It's pretty spicy indeed, but I can also feel the wonder and sweetness from the inside out.

And the spiciness, aroma, and flavor of this flavored oil maximized the deliciousness of the roasted pork, which was slightly lighter.

And now the voice leaks from Sophia, who was eating the third product, pickled sweet vinegar.

"Mmm, this one is sweet and sour, and it refreshes my mouth. Plus, it's fun to have these teeth."

Thinly sliced arpio and chopped sanaolia both make you feel shaky and comfortable with your teeth.

Sweet vinegar was fairly involved in those two vegetables, tailored to a refreshing delicacy.

Imelda, who was eating sweet vinegar marinade following Sofia, raises her voice as she realizes.

"I see. It's a perfect combination of the five flavors."

I chew the word by striking one correlation with Imelda, who talks smudgingly, with the Libert fumbling.

"Five flavors... I see, egg grill is certainly salty, roasted pork sauce is spicy, and pickled sweet vinegar is predominantly sweet and sour. Now when that happens, the other flavor..."

"You're this arpio. Raw arpio-specific bitterness serves to balance the overall taste."

To Liberto's words, Sophia goes on to give her thoughts.

To the twinning of the two, Imelda continued her words with a nod of yeah.

"Also, this modest amount is also a hateful production. I think it's a little short, so I'm hungry even though I'm eating delicious food. Come on, then we'll be looking forward to the next one."

"I'm talking about Mr. Takumi, so you're sure to bring some great food."

This is why I want to go to the coffee shop, the swordfish, again and again. How curiosity-inspiring the dish will carry me next......, it was an increasingly inflating Sofia of imagination.