The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

The next morning, two people, Imelda and Sofia, were sitting side by side in a private room in the coffee shop, the swordfish.

Imelda speaks to her granddaughter, who sits next to her with a hard look.

"No, I'm looking forward to seeing what dishes come out. Sophia would think so, wouldn't she?

"Yeah..."

Sophia replies without force. Under its eyes, he made a bear and looked slightly tired.

That should be it, too. I couldn't get my head sorted out at all yesterday, and I barely slept.

If it's about work, I'll have it all night or so, but only yesterday I have a lot of mental fatigue.

Sophia waited now late for the dish to come out, rubbing her red-dyed eyes.

A while later, I heard a noise from the door called Concon. Imelda says, go ahead.

On the other side of the gathari and the open door was the figure of Liberto. Behind it, Takumi refrains.

Libert wore a black cafe apron, like the one usually worn by Takumi, and came into the room with one tray in his hand.

"Lord Imelda, Lord Sophia, it's a promised breakfast. The cup is getting very hot, so be careful. Then please, enjoy.

It was one cup that was offered before the two of them.

Its surface is covered with burnt cheese, giving it a fragrant aroma.

"Hmm, it looks so-so barely. Let's get it before it gets cold."

When Imelda snapped like a soliloquy, she offered a pre-meal prayer with her hands together in front of her chest.

Sophia also hands together to be silent with her grandmother.

In a quiet room with Singh, Liberto watched the two of them.

"I see, it's in there. Is this Bread? But you make this soup look pretty dark...

Imelda asked Liberto, checking the contents as she poked and collapsed the cheese covering the cup.

Inside the cup was a single pour of dark-colored soup close to burnt brown. There is a large cut meiss (corn) bread floating in the center.

The bread had also changed color to brown, and the soup seemed to stain plenty.

"Well, enjoy it for now. My thoughts are later."

As Libert prompted them, they took a sip of the soup to their mouth.

I'm supposed to be bringing the cold hallway upstairs to a private room, but I can feel the firm enthusiasm just by keeping that soup close to my mouth.

I wonder if I would burn my mouth...... and Sophia, while a little anxious, closed her eyes and included the soup in her mouth as she had decided.

The heat of the soup spreads all over my mouth. Sophia accidentally shrugged her mouth, and Ha Fu inherited her breath.

He may be behaving somewhat badly, but if he didn't, he was going to burn.

"Fluffy! This is a tough one again! But it's warmer when it's hot. Still, it's a solid, flavorful soup."

Just like Sophia, the fuzzy Imelda raised her voice.

From the dark brown soup that had been poured into the cup, it felt full of sweetness and flavor.

The ingredients are very simple with only the soft-boiled seboria (onions) until they become tacky. The sweetness and flavour of the soup will also be what is being produced from this Seville.

It tastes really deep.

Imelda, who confirms the taste of the soup, then pokes and collapses the mythbread that had been sunk in the centre. Bread, who smoked plenty of soup, is softened to trout.

Just squeeze it with your tongue, and the soup with a shifted fragrance of mythbread will stain it softly.

The contrast with the crisp texture of the cheese on the surface is also very pleasant.

Thanks to being in a deep cup, the soup did not cool down and the delicious heat persisted.

The two quietly carry the soup to their mouths. Eventually the cup was empty and the sound of placing the spoon sounded quietly cackling.

"Now, before I tell you what I think, could you tell me how to make this soup?

Imelda asks Liberto as she wipes her mouth.

Liberto nodded one cockle before beginning to explain the cooking procedures that had been badly fought until just before.

"This soup is called" Cebolia's Gratin Soup. "It's simple to make. First sauté the sliced seboria thoroughly and pour the separately made chicken bouillon where sufficiently coloured. It is then seasoned with salted pepper and then simmered, transferring the sweetness and flavour of Seville to the soup.

And just simmer enough, pour the soup into the cup, float the chopped mythbread, then put plenty of cheese on it and cook it carefully on the grill in the oven stove and you can do it. "

"I see, so you've been such an asshole. It was the perfect warmth for a cold morning."

I spoke to Liberto with a voice that sounded like Sophia had regained just a little of her normal energy, whether the tension had healed earlier.

Liberto also gives Sophia a smile with a relieved look.

In the meantime it was still Imelda who broke in.

"But it's a lot easier cooking if you ask me. Is that why you taste so good?

Liberto replies politely to Imelda, who asks a lot.

"Yeah, it takes a thorough stir-fry of Sebolia to do that anyway. This distinctive sweetness and flavor is created by carefully sautéing white cebolia until it turns dark brown like this soup. Besides, it's important that you can pour bouillon into the sautéed pan so that it doesn't miss the taste of Sebolia and blends into the soup."

Libert speaks as much as water on the stand. The words were filled with confidence, as usual.

Imelda frowns and stabs the nail at such a liberal appearance.

"I see, that's what Lord Takumi taught you. Guided by Lord Takumi, you made it. Isn't that the place?

"Oh, Lord Imelda is right. I asked for your advice, but I didn't let you do it. That's all I swear here."

In Liberto's words, Takumi also follows.

"I did give you some advice on how to make this soup. But it was Lord Liberto who actually chopped Sebolia, sautéed it carefully in the pan and finished it as a soup. I also tasted it during the practice, but I leave all the seasoning to Lord Liberto for the soup served to both of you. Seriously, this is a soup made just for you two by Lord Liberto."

"Oh, I know. This guy's not the type to cheat. I used the word" handouts ”apparently to give you too many tips, but hey. By the way, why did you choose this soup? Doesn't that seem like as many other dishes as you can easily cook?

Liberto also responds by lifting the corner of his mouth to Imelda, who asks with a nigga laugh.

"You have two reasons. One is that the procedure was simple and the dish seemed like I could cook even if I practiced a few times without cooking experience. And the other thing is, of all the candidates taught by Lord Takumi, this seemed like the most" even my awkward arm deepens the flavor ”dish"

"Hmm?

"The liver of this soup, as I said earlier, is exhausted in" thoroughly sautéing Sebolia ”. It's just that, to be honest, it's so hard to fry this Seville. At least an hour, if you are careful slowly to fire and subtract to avoid burning, you must continue to stir in the hera. The deception doesn't work either because the ingredients are simple. That's why I thought it was the dish that made you feel the most like you."

"I see, that's why. But what were you going to do if you failed? If it took that long to cook, you wouldn't have been able to practice, would you?

"Oh, my God, there were more than half a day until today's promised time. I've had time to practice at least 10 times, even if I estimate it to be 15 hours less."

"Huh!? But then you'll have time to rest..."

Libert's statement disguised as nothing wind, Sophia raised her voice unexpectedly.

Peeping at Libert, he was also making bears under his eyes, congesting his eyes.

"Hey, don't worry about it. If it's a day or two, I'm going to stay up all night. I'm just a little nervous because I've been spinning Hella all the time."

When Libert says so, he pounds his arm.

The figure was felt very reliable in Sofia's eyes.

"Well, suppose I just admit my guts. Well, I've arranged a lot of trusts for you, but it's time to make a decision. So, Sophia, you're the judge."

"What! Lady Auntie? Weren't we talking about judging each other?

Abruptly entrusted with an important decision, Sophia also blows her drowsiness and raises her bare voice.

"I will obey your judgment. Let me see how sure your eyes are."

Imelda entrusts her judgment as she pushes Sophia slightly away.

It's not a blank delegation like "you can do whatever you want”.

I was pressed to come to a conclusion that my grandmother was satisfied with.

If it's just Sophia's feelings, yes, of course. From this soup, which took time and was made carefully, Liberto's feelings were well conveyed.

But is that all you need..., Sophia tours.

The homework my grandmother imposed yesterday was' One Breakfast to Satisfy Us Both '. On an objective basis, we must make a firm determination as to whether this is the dish worthy of the word.

Sophia often meditates her eyes and turns her thoughts

And when I came to one conclusion, I opened my eyes and started talking with a firm view of the Libert.

"… let the answer be on hold, no, retest"

"What? Can't you make up your mind?

Imelda openly voices dissatisfaction with the "vague conclusion” drawn by her granddaughter.

Libert also put his hand on his chin and looked at Sophia wonderfully, hmm.

Sophia begins to explain the intentions of the conclusions to such two people.

"The soup that Master Liberto made, it was very warm, carefully made and really great stuff. It wasn't worded, but I'm sure they chose this soup because they cared about us coming on a cold winter morning. That's all I've been able to satisfy to the point where my breasts are full."

"Well, you're kind of so admirable that your teeth float. So that's satisfying, isn't it?

Imelda puts her neck on the words of her granddaughter.

But Sophia continued her words as she slowly shook her neck to the side.

"But that's not all you can do. I think Master Rimmelt has worked very hard, but still there are limits in just one day. Seboria's stir-frying is slightly uneven, and the seasoning is slightly salty, so it's just not in the right balance. Of course, it would be great to learn so much great soup in just one day, but that doesn't mean we're going to pass in terms of“ taste. "

"Really? It was delicious enough for me."

Speak to your granddaughter, who shows more harshness than you can imagine, so that Imelda is more foolish.

Sophia, however, turned to Liberto again and spoke as she peered into the face of "a brilliant young banker”.

"So...... that's why I want the next opportunity to get a dish that will satisfy everything you feel and taste. I will test you again and again until you fill me up."

Are you feeling high, Sophia makes you weep softly in her eyes.

Riverto, who took Sophia's feelings with the words, nodded twice, like he was good at it, yeah, then he fell on one knee, took Sophia's hand and spoke up.

"Okay. Why don't we cook again and again until Sophia is satisfied? And one day, I'll make sure your heart is filled."

Powerful words echo in Sofia's chest. Lied down, tearing, Sophia nodded cocklessly.

Sophia and Liberto have been immersed in a world just for two for a while. Eventually, you couldn't stand it anymore, and Imelda pulled the two of you back into reality with a loud voice.

"Kah! Sweet, sweet! Hey, Takumi, can you bring me something salty?

"That's right, shall I even bring you a chunk of rock salt?

"That sounds soggy. So, joke aside, when did you say I'd admit to the two of you?

Imelda said so, lifting her mouth wide.

Sophia hastily argues against the word.

"So, but, auntie! He said he'd leave it to me!

"Oh, speaking of which, you said that too. Well, I guess so. Well, let me show you what you're ready for. After that, do your best to dictate to our granddaughter. It's just that this girl, she's a little bit of a beginner in the back, but her eyes on people are tough. You're inspired to be well chosen, too."

Imelda slapped him on the shoulder as he stood up early, stretching his back wide, uh, man.

And in the words that follow, request an additional order.

"Just a cup of soup won't make you bloated. Is this where you do things like Morning? I was wondering if you could bring that. Oh, three servings. Look, how long have you been standing around like that? You just got to your seat. Here we are."

Imelda invites her granddaughter's candidate. Convinced that Keyman had perhaps gained his understanding in building a future with her, Liberto took a deep grace before sitting in the front seat of Sofia.

The look on Sophia's face, staring at how Liberto was finally organizing her feelings, had become a very calm one.

"So can we have three servings of mornings and a drink of cinnamon coffee?

"Oh, bring it as soon as you can"

"Yes, I did. Now, please wait a moment.

It was Takumi sending a blessing in her heart for the future of the two of us, confirming the order.