The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"There you go. He said it was a simultaneous wire."

Takumi, who had set his sights on the Morning sales order, had left customer service in the hall to Nyarch to greet the starting train that had come from the garage on the platform. Greeting the conductor of the starting train, who had entered the line 10 minutes before the departure time as usual, he was handed a note by the conductor. Looks like we got a call from the wire. Since there is no dedicated telegrapher at Harpertown Station, where Takumi acts as "Station Manager Acting”, the garage standby is supposed to be contacted by telex. Nevertheless, it was the first experience since Takumi began working in this station building that he rarely received telecommunications outside of regular business contacts, especially when "temporary simultaneous telecommunications" such as this one were reported.

Takumi creased between her eyebrows when she checked the contents of the received telegram. Then, after a little thought tour, carefully tap the note and put it in your pocket. Then he sighed one loud sigh, switched his mind and headed to the ticket slot. There were already many passengers at the ticket gate waiting to board.

"Thank you for waiting. From now on, let me begin my ticket for today's starting train. All passengers are invited to come to the ticket gate with a ticket on hand"

Takumi welcomes customers through the ticket with a smile, just like she usually does. In the bustling atmosphere, the noise of the ticket "s kachikachikachi carves out the rhythm in a petty manner. If you look at your regular face, speak one word at a time, taking care not to delay the flow. To the seemingly customers, please, don't forget to speak up if you don't mind going. Welcome each and every customer with a smile, make the customer smile when dropping them off, Takumi was striving to keep to the heart first taught as" Acting Station Manager ”.

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Takumi, who has completed the ticketing operations for the starting train, will rush to make a lunch sales schedule between the arrival of the first flight. The first thing I took was to get ready for lunch. Takumi, who is back in the kitchen, opens the lid of the dimensional torso pan lit by the rocket stove to check the contents. It was purchased in parallel with Morning Sales prior to the start of the ticketing business for the flight. Inside the torso pan, a patter (potato), nicely peeled and broken into four pieces, was dancing with gras in hot water.

Takumi, who checked the status of the patter, took out a deep green peppino (cucumber), sunk in a water bucket, and a bright orange sanaoria (carrot), as well as a bright white new seboria (onion). Peppino is divided into six lengthwise pieces, and Sanaolia is peeled and then slightly narrowed into sticks, each finely chopped and placed in a bowl, gently sprinkled with salt to confuse them. Peel and halve the seboria, chop this one to slice very thinly and apply to thick brine. The spiciness is weaker than the fins if it's a new Seboria, but it's one of the hassles I'm doing to make it easier to eat.

"Good morning, Master! What should I start with today?

As we prepared for lunch, Roland arrived with a cheerful greeting. Takumi returns her voice, good morning and good day. Takumi explains today's menu and steps to Roland, who is quick to get herself together and carefully washes her hands. Roland's usual take is to boil rice for A-lunch - a long-grain comeback known as arrows in “this world" - (...) and toast bread and tortillas served as B- or C-lunch. This will be assigned the task of preparing the bottom according to the menu of the day.

"So shall we have it made today from the example source? I need careful work, can I leave it to you?

"Roger that! Good luck!"

Takumi gave instructions to Roland to prepare the necessary ingredients and seasonings. Roland prepared fresh eggs just arrived this morning with corsa oil, sugar, salt, and white wine vinegar. Since the sauce to be made today uses only the yellow part of the egg, Roland carefully cracks the well washed egg shell and uses a cleanly cracked shell in two to separate the white and yellow into another ball. This task, which at first felt as if it were a trick, had now become entirely familiar thanks to the fact that it had been allowed to practice many times during bribery and the preparation of prototypes.

"Egg yellow, I'm ready!

"Thank you, do you remember the flavoring?

"Uh... sugar, salt, and vinegar! If I put it in, I'll mix it thoroughly!

"Yeah, that's okay. Then try to season it once. Seasoning is diluted and can't be returned once it's thick, so be careful."

Takumi gives instructions to Roland as he hands-on his steps. Roland mixed well together by adding sugar, salt and white wine vinegar into the bowl, as directed by Tacumi. The yellow body of the egg, well mixed with the foam, had a slight whitening, which resulted in a sharp egg solution.

"What do we do with this?

Takumi, given a bowl by Roland, licks it and checks the taste of the egg liquid. Once I add just a little salt, yeah, I smile and nod and issue an OK sign.

"Now that's okay. Well, that's a tough place to start. You don't have to hurry, so please be careful."

"Roger that!

Roland mixes thoroughly in the bowl returned from the takumi with a foam, adding just a little bit of corsa oil to let the yarn drip. It is the biggest difficulty in making this sauce and the point that greatly shapes your success. In the beginning, there was so much oil in it at once that I couldn't mix well the moisture in the egg solution with the colza oil. Anyway, little by little, carefully, Roland puts in a little bit of Corsa oil with great care. The amount of oil to be put into is one cup in a small bowl on hand for three egg yolks. In the meantime, you have to keep mixing the contents of the bowl with a bubbler, which is a lot of physical work. Still, Roland continued his work with courage and care.

After about 5 minutes and about half of the corsa oil is in, the egg liquid mixed with the oil increases in weight and becomes a cream color. So far, it's been over a mountain. Roland, pacing a little faster, puts in the corsa oil. Continuing to move the arm that moves the foam without any rest adds even more stiffness to the contents. When I finished adding all the corsa oil in this way, I could make a flavorful sauce with a cream color - mayonnaise. Roland spoons a little bit of the sauce he can, puts it in the palm of his hand and licks it pero. The richness of the white wine vinegar and the sweetness of the oil were wrapped in the richness of the egg yolk, resulting in a mellow flavour.

"Master, the sauce is ready!

Roland gives Takumi the sauce he can. It's a moment of nervousness no matter how many times you do it. Takumi also takes sauce in the palm of her hand, just like Roland, and licks it. Thanks to careful work, it appears to be sufficiently emulsified. The sourness is not too strong, and this would be good enough.

"Yeah, it's perfect. So, can I help you with this next one?"

"Roger that!

Roland held both ends of the bowl tight as he switched the patter to a large bowl with no one left on the riddle with the hole following Takumi's instructions. Takumi quickly crushes the patterns in the bowl that Roland is holding back, mixing together the mayonnaise he made earlier. Then, the patter and sauce went together tightly and the yellows became a mixed white paste. Baton touch the mixing work to Roland where it has become somewhat smooth pasty. In the meantime, Tacumi wraps the finely chopped and salted peppino and sanaoria in an exposed cloth and squeezes the moisture into the bowl. Likewise, the slices of Seboria are squeezed thoroughly before being placed in a bowl and the whole mixture is stirred together. Finally, check the whole flavour again before seasoning with Mostasa (mustard), a seed characterized by salt, pepper and soft spices. A beautiful looking peppino salad was served with bright green and orange tints in the pale yellow paste.

"But this sauce... was it, uh, mayonnaise? This is really amazing!

"Really? I was usually on the table when I used to live there. They sold it in bottles and stuff."

"Really? So why don't we just sell it in this store?

Takumi accidentally laughs bitterly at Roland's honest words.

"I hope so... unfortunately, this doesn't get much sunshine at room temperature. In the first place, isn't it hard to be honest when it comes to making a lot of this?

Takumi asks Roland as he rubs his arm.

"Ah... right. Himself, arm pampering. I can't do this all the time!

Now Roland was laughing bitterly. As we continued that frivolous conversation, Nyarch opened the entrance door connecting the hall to the kitchen vigorously and called out.

"Ojo! Den... Shin...? Nah! Someone from the garage came to deliver it!

This is my second regular wire today. Takumi confirms the contents upon receipt of a note deposited by Nyarch. As with the first telegram, it has a harsh expression on its contents.

"Master? What's going on?

Roland peeks into Takumi looking worried.

"Hmm, sort of... Hmm....................."

Takumi put on an arm and come up with a good idea. And check the ingredients that were prepared for today's lunch one more time. The kitchen table was stocked with chicken momomo meat that had been soaked in yogurt during yesterday from the pantry. The chicken, which was softened by the action of yogurt's enzymes, was to be used for the main part of today's C-lunch.

"Phew... okay, sorry for the sudden, but I'll change the menu. You're off for lunch C today, and you're going for lunch A and lunch B. In the meantime, could Roland start boiling the arrows, as usual?

Roland is surprised by Takumi's abrupt words and overhears them.

"Master, what's wrong?

"Um, it kind of felt like there was one turbulence after this today, and it probably felt like someone from the" acting station manager ”job was going to pull me off. So, Roland, can I take care of your lunch sales kitchen job today?

"Huh? Seriously!?

Roland opens his eyes wide and startles at Takumi's unexpected request.

"Yeah, I'm ready to simmer A-lunch already, so I'll just have it served as usual. You'll be able to prepare your B lunch sandwich to just pinch it at the end, so you'll figure it out."

"So, but he's still finishing it alone..."

Roland looks up at Takumi anxiously.

"It's okay, if you calm him down as usual, you can do it right. I'll let Nyarch help with the serving, and I'll make sure if I can afford it."

Takumi talks to encourage Roland. Roland, although he seemed anxious that no, still…, at the end of the day he shook his head loudly as if to shake off his strays and declared:

"You got it! Then I'll take care of today's kitchen!!

Takumi nods loudly at the revitalized Lorando voice, explaining the working procedures when the order enters Lorando as she prepares for a lunch sale that is only slightly different than usual. Roland also checked the steps firmly as he tightened his mind and repeated the repetitive exercises in his head.

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"No, I'm really sorry about earlier. My carelessness caused you a great deal of trouble.

"No, it's force majeure, and you have no choice. The product was safe, and I'm really okay now. It was a little hysterical, though."

In the hall of the Coffee Shop "Tsubame", which was open for lunch, an elderly man of neat stature spoke frighteningly to a young man in a checkered hunting hat. After bidding for the first flight of arrival today, Takumi, who was turning to customer service in the hall, speaks out to the two male customers.

"I'm sorry I took the trouble earlier. Dear Nicholas, Dear Rodrigo, Were you hurt?

"Yeah. I was a little surprised, thanks to you"

A young male customer called Nicholas answers Takumi. Then the older man also answers.

"Yeah, thank you. I apologize for the inconvenience."

"That was good. As our railway, I would also like to report this matter properly and I know that we would like to take care not to cause this kind of inconvenience in the future, so please forgive me. Now, please wait until we can get your order ready."

Takumi graced him deeply and left the seat of the two male guests. Time goes back a little. When the first flight arrived at Harpertown Station today, there was a little "incident”. The passenger who tried to get out of the 2nd class car - Rodrigo - collapsed into the steps between the passenger car and the platform, pushing down Nicholas, who was in front. At that time, the bag Nicholas had was thrown out into the universe and struck hard on the ground.

Unfortunately, the sturdy leather attachment that Nicholas had contained a large number of pocket watches and jewellery that were merchants. Takumi, who was responding to the bid, rushed over to grasp the situation as soon as Nicholas saw how he was rushing to check his luggage, and once he entered the station manager's office. At that time. Even though I didn't mean to offend you, I also had Rodrigo stay in case anything happened... As a result, all the luggage was safe, but it took a great deal of time for the confirmation to be completed, so the carriage railway, which the two planned to take over, left first and was in a state where they had to wait for the next flight.

Rodrigo speaks to Nicholas as he drinks up the served water with a gook.

"But you're young and you're in great business,"

"No, I'm still a young man, for example. I just happen to be getting along so well."

Nicholas responds with humility. If I were to borrow Nicholas's words, I would be with a personal merchant who handles jewelry, fine craft luxury pocket watches, etc. Buying these products from skilled artisans “connects you" to those who want them while traveling from city to city.

Rodrigo poses an interesting question as to whether the story of Nicholas' journey is interesting. Nicholas also sounded like he was totally in the mood for a good listening Rodrigo pace and enjoyed talking about this happening in that city, that city. Takumi spoke up so as to interrupt such a conversation between the two.

"Excuse me while I talk to you. This is your order B lunch."

Takumi serves B lunch in the order of Nicholas, Rodrigo when only one voice is called. There are two sandwich sets of B lunches ordered by the two of them. The first type is a white paste sandwiched in edible cornbread mixed with greens and oranges. The other, in a round bread I don't see much, was chopped retuga, sliced tomatoes, and something cooked by shaking powder on some chicken, and a white sauce pinched.

"This is a set of peppino salad sandwiches and chicken tatsuta-style burgers. Enjoy your stay."

When Takumi finished explaining the menu, she left her seat in a courtesy. Nicholas stares at the dishes served. It was Nicholas, who had traveled to many places, but it was the first time I had seen such a dish. Rodrigo speaks to Nicholas, who was looking to eat from either side.

"The menu here is full of really rare things. You always surprise me. Enjoy. I will accompany you."

Rodrigo, who invited Nicholas to treat him to lunch at this store as an apology for the inconvenience caused, reached for a sandwich with a white paste pinched in it because he couldn't wait. Nicholas, too, gets stuck and reaches for the same thing. The cross section of the sandwich, cut in two so as to be triangular, is split with green and orange stars in a white paste sandwiched in yellow cornbread, which is also beautiful to look at.

(Well, but the food ends up flavoring...)

Nicholas holds a sandwich sandwich sandwiched with white paste with his left hand and glides his first bite. In the lukewarm texture of the paste, the more sour, sweet and rich flavors of Peppino spread throughout the mouth.

(Ugh! What the hell? Didn't you just crush Peppino?

Surprised by the unexpected texture and taste, Nicholas proceeds to eat two or three bites at once. The basic taste of the paste being pinched would be crushed boiled peppino. But there's something there that I don't know about "something that combines acidity and sweetness." Would it be eggs from the flavor? But if you're mixing eggs, you should be more bossy... and yet this paste is so moist and smooth. Nicholas went on to eat a sandwich with this rich flavor of paste on it.

Nicholas then reaches into a sandwich where another chicken is sandwiched and takes a sip.

(This one is awesome! What? What's this white sauce??

Nicholas expected everything from the cross section to the distinctive texture and acidity of the shaky retuga and bright red tomatoes, to the taste of chicken that would have been cooked with herbs covered in it. But Nicholas had to be stunned by the sweetness, acidity and richness of the “white sauce" sandwiched with these. Nicholas accidentally snaps a white sauce with his finger to make it a pepper. The first thing I felt was the same sweetness and acidity as before, and the strong lump of richness that firmly underpins it… it feels like the taste of oil. But I don't feel as persistent as I did when I licked the oil directly because of some acidity. Instead, thanks to what was put together, these flavors were mellowed together.

The chicken sandwich was also completely different in texture and taste from the sandwich made with Peppino earlier. But Nicholas felt a strange sense of intimacy. The taste of the white sauce and peppino salad had something in common.

(Right! This is mixing this white sauce with something crushed with peppino!

If I realized, Nicholas was obsessed with eating and proceeding. When I take the sandwich with my left hand, I luxuriously bump into it with a munchkin, and I muck my mouth with a squeeze in my right hand. I repeated this several times and the dish quickly became calla. Takumi, who approached her seat as if she had anticipated the time to finish eating, speaks to Nicholas.

"It's post-meal coffee. Enjoy."

Nicholas, finally returning to me to the words, said, oh, thank you, a little more. Cinnamon coffee served had a distinctive refreshing sweet aroma that calmed Nicholas' stomach, which was full.

"No, it was delicious. Especially that white sauce, that was excellent. Are you the original of this store?

"No, it's something that was often eaten in my hometown. Would you have liked to have it?

"Yeah, it tasted great. No, but I've been traveling a lot too, but this is the first time you've had a source like this."

"Thank you for the excessive compliment. Well, I'm sure the pick-up carriage will arrive shortly, so please wait."

Rodrigo now speaks to Nicholas when Takumi leaves his seat with a gratuity.

"Sometimes, Mr. Nicholas, could you show me the earlier product, again? No, actually, I was interested in the product..."

"Well, that's fine, of course."

Nicholas puts the attachment case on the table and removes the clasp as the pussy, the pussy. Then hold the lid firmly with both hands and open it carefully. One small and large divided compartment was laid with soft white cotton, with large jeweled rings, necklaces and pocket watches with fine workmanship.

"What do you think, what do you care?

Nicholas carefully takes the rings and pocket watches in his hands to wrap them in a handkerchief in white fabric given to him by Rodrico and checks them with interest. And after comparing some products, he opened his mouth heavily.

"Hmmm... no, they're all great..."

To the words, Nicholas unexpectedly opens his eyes and stares at Rodrigo's face. Rodrigo continues his words.

"No, for example, this pocket watch. This is from Ballagan, right? Besides, is this ring or necklace something like Hermoso or Vicente? They're all good stuff for sure… what if you took this train and headed out to a department store in Roses City, for example?

Nicholas admires Rodrigo's visibility.

"... no, it's a hat off. Sure, this item is a good one, but it's a comparatively easy to get around. Well, there are still a limited number of people who can get out of cities like Roses City, so even these products will please you enough."

Rodrigo captures the nuances of Nicholas' words and utters them as he throws a sharp gaze at Nicholas.

"I mean, you think there's something else you really can do?

Nicholas laughs niggardly as if he was waiting for the word and takes one wrap out of his nostalgia.

"... for example, how about this kind of product?

Rodrigo opens the package gently as he receives it. What was featured inside was a pendant top at the base of very fine finely crafted gold with clear white stone - diamonds - everywhere in a teardrop-shaped shape large enough to line two silver coins. The carefully cut diamond was glowing with all the blindness.

"This is a delicacy I just got the other day. Are you wearing Rodrigo's glasses?

Rodrigo stares at the pendant top given with a serious look. While the size of the diamond increases, the very fine sculpture applied to the foundation is also wonderful. Rodrigo was convinced that this pendant top matched what was in his memory.

"Is this, what if...?

Nicholas smiles niggardly at Rodrigo's reaction. Then again carefully wrap the pendant top returned by Rodrigo and return the words as they return to the nostalgia.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's your guess."

"I see...... no, I'm impressed. I'd love to talk to you about this, but if it doesn't mean hurry after this, could you come with me?

"It wasn't even a hurry trip, so there's no problem. Even with me, I'm on your side, and I'd love to."

"Okay, I'd love to. Is it time for you to come?"

As Rodrigo looked across the table, Takumi was approaching. Takumi, handing Rodrigo one note, speaks to both of them.

"Thank you very much for your patience, Dear Nicholas and Rodrigo. I'm picking you up. Are you sure you want to join us?

"Oh, why did you know we were supposed to talk about that earlier... together?

Nicholas feels uncomfortable with Takumi's words and listens back. Control that Takumi tried to say something, Rodrigo answers.

"Mr. Nicholas, you have to go with me. Would you have preferred to call me Mr. Marcos Bernardo?

Nicholas opens his eyes wide to Rodrigo's words. At the next moment, Nicholas rushed out toward the exit as he rampantly snagged the attachment case he had left on the table. Takumi blocks Nicholas' path and puts his foot on it as if he had predicted that movement. The excess momentum Nicholas fell flashly and rolled down the floor. The atash case rolls and splashes flashly. Immediately, Rodrigo horsebacked Nicholas and strangled his arm from behind.

"Marcos! I'm sorry to hear that!

The man he named Nicholas - Marcos - was ugly and distorted in the face as he stuck himself on the floor.

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"No, Master, I was surprised. I can't believe you're such a big catch in our store."

Talk to Takumi as Roland cleans up the dishes in the kitchen after lunch. Takumi replied with a slightly bitter laugh.

"Well, I really didn't think this would happen. Besides, I've caused trouble to other customers. Not yet."

"But how did your husband know that guy was a bad guy?

Nyarch, who was cleaning the floor of the hall, visits as he peeks into the kitchen.

"Oh, you owe it to me."

Takumi takes two notes out of her pocket and makes her look like a leech.

"Is this the one that arrived during lunch purchasing?

"Yes, yes. Oh, and the other one arrived first thing in the morning. Thanks to this wire, I was able to prepare in advance."

Takumi explains as she looks back at the events of the day. The wire, which arrived at first thing in the morning, had been informed of a fraudulent incident in Roses City and that a person believed to be the culprit might be trying to escape aboard the train. And on the second wire, he was told of the person he believed to have committed the crime and that the "railroad sheriff” had marked the person.

"But why didn't the sheriff catch you right on that train?

"That's because there was no definite physical evidence at that point."

The simple question Roland hit Takumi with was the person who came in through the back door of the kitchen - Rodrigo answered instead.

"If you try to arrest me on the train, it would naturally be intense resistance. Besides, I didn't even know where he had the pendant top for what could be considered the only physical evidence. Sometimes it would have been a mess if they had thrown me out the window. So, as soon as he got off the station, he managed to stop, check the real thing, and then bring in a process of arrest."

"So I just bumped into you. I see!

Nyarch also speaks with interest as he piques his ear.

"Nevertheless, if I get out of the station building, as a" railroad marshal, "I have no right of arrest, so I pulled into this coffee shop... and Takumi figured it out and prepared it for me."

Rodrigo turns toward Takumi and speaks with a grin. In contrast, Takumi replied with a nod as she seemed slightly illuminated.

"It would be less unnatural if we had dinner together at the coffee shop."

Continue the conversation as Rodrigo nods.

"Well, that's what you're after. So, your biggest miscalculation..."

"Telecommunications, I guess. I'm sure you didn't know I was being contacted."

"Right. But isn't it true that he left his name in history in a way? As the first killer in the world to be caught ahead of us by wire."

Takumi had to respond bitterly to Rodrigo's frivolous words. Takumi talks to Rodrigo to switch topics.

"Well, Mr. Rodrigo, don't you still have your job as a railroad sheriff? If you want to report an arrest, you can also use" wire. "

Now it was Rodrigo's turn to laugh bitterly.

"Well, shall I let you have a cup of coffee before then? I wasn't just about to taste it because I was nervous."

"I don't know!

A pleasant Nyarch's voice echoed in the coffee shop, which was closed for business, blasting a day of commotion.