'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

It didn't take long for Mr. Oyaji to show up after talking about me and Sui.

Mr. Oyaji immediately admitted to my appearance, staring at me with a more grumpy face than earlier.

"Kid. You told me to disappear, didn't you?

"I heard that. But I wasn't convinced, so I stayed."

"Good courage."

In response, Mr. Oyaji ripped his teeth off.

But I don't see any friendly colors there.

Whatever, he looks happy to have an excuse to beat up a man he doesn't like.

"Wait."

Sui slipped between me and Mr. Oyaji.

Sui is trying to shelter me, spreading her hands, and staring at Mr. Oyaji.

"Sui. What the hell are you doing?

"I told you earlier. Ask this guy to help the store."

"Don't joke. What the hell does that young man say?

Mr. Oyaji glanced at me clearly not looking funny.

Again, from what I've seen from Mr. Oyaji, I'm a very bad man who says things to his daughter and manipulates them the way he wants them to.

Being harmless and unprofitable to him. The more Sui shelters me, the lower my ratings in him will go.

So I kept it to a minimum to make Sui talk earlier.

But not now.

Sui said, 'I have an idea,' so I'm going to leave it to her.

"Please, just drink it once. Then judge me."

"Why do I have to drink from a man I don't know how to make?"

Mr. Oyaji still looks at me with hatred.

As I thought, I don't think Sui likes to shelter me.

But the next word Sui said finally moved Mr. Oyaji's mind.

"If you drink it and you don't like it. I can quit the potion shop no more."

To that word, Mr. Oyaji opens his eyes.

Then I was surprised, too.

We've only talked a little bit, but we still know that Sui was running the store with considerable thought in mind.

You can quit, I said.

"Are you serious? Sui."

"Seriously."

Sui makes you feel only determined, staring straight at your father.

Mr. Oyaji meditated his eyes just a little bit, he said.

"... ok. If you say so much, I'll give it a shot."

Following that word, Mr. Oyaji stares at me.

"Kid. I slapped such a big mouth earlier. You know what I mean?

"Naturally."

But I let him answer it with a cool face.

Sui looked back and nodded one at me.

I asked for it, it looked like I said.

"Mr. Fren. I'll give you a taste you've never had before."

That's what I answered with my chest up.

Then, the ice shop arrived right away.

I ask in, get some ice, get a little prep time.

Break the ice with an ice pick and borrow the necessary ingredients from the kitchen to be ready.

After that, I say to Mr. Oyaji, who sat at the counter and waited.

"Thank you very much for waiting. From this, let me make it."

"Hang on. What you call a cocktail takes a lot of time."

"I'm sorry"

When I apologized for the obvious dislike, Mr. Oyaji circled his eyes as well.

But on this occasion, it's natural to apologize.

It's this mess that's not ready.

First of all, a heartfelt apology, it is only natural for the 'bartender' to respond to their feelings.

To my attitude, Mr. Oyaji turned to the day after tomorrow as if the poison had been drained.

I shouldn't do that either. At least for the first time, I need you to turn around.

"So let's [Dickie]."

That's what I said, and I brought Mr. Oyaji's consciousness here.

When I glance at Sui, she looks at me worried.

If you say you're not nervous, you're lying.

But we're always with those things.

The first drink to a first-person guest.

That makes me nervous whenever and at all times.

Overcome that tension only with the technology you've built up so far.

Spend everything you can still have, afraid of what they think.

That's the pride I've built so far.

Just a year. It's been a year.

We always have the ingredients and tools to prepare first.

The ingredients in [Daikiri] are simple. "Lamb" 45ml and lime 15ml. And a teaspoon of syrup, or sugar.

Pack them into the tools you brought in from Japan - 'Shakers'.

"Lamb" ─ "Salam Potion" is the raw liquid made by Sui.

Lime was not in the kitchen, so I had no choice but to substitute it with 'lemon'.

No syrup, of course. I borrowed sugar from the kitchen.

A little different from the basic recipe. But that's just a slight deviation from the basics.

Cocktails are 'delicious' if they don't even balance sweetness with acidity and alcohol.

I squeeze the lemon first. If you squeeze too much, it will even taste like fruit peel, so it's light.

Prepare 15 ml of that fruit juice and go to the shaker.

Then measure 'Lamb' 45ml, which also goes to Shaker.

Finally, take a cup of sugar on the spoon side of the bar spoon and go to the shaker.

After lightly steering them, I finally pack the ice I broke earlier inside.

Once clogged until the eighth minute, strainer and top - in short, cover and tighten gently.

We've come so far, finally half. And this is where the show starts.

I saw how Mr. Oyaji was.

He looks at my series of tasks with a strange eye.

I don't understand. But that's enough. I just need you to pay attention.

I point my body perpendicular to the counter and look down just a little.

I don't care where you're looking, but this angle looks the best.

And shake the shaker, shake it.

Hold the shaker securely with your right hand and just accompany your left hand.

Use your wrist snap to stir, not force.

First on top. Downstairs when you get back.

Fix your left elbow and draw eight letters just up and down your right elbow.

Shakashaka and the ice inside dance. The air touches. The liquid mixes.

They cool rapidly and communicate information directly to my hand waving the shaker.

And feel that exquisite timing, with your ears, with the feel of your fingertips,

Slowly finished the shake.

Gently wipe the two glasses, pre-iced and chilled during the preparation phase.

I called out as I offered that to Mr. Oyaji in front of him.

"Excuse me."

And I gently opened the top lid of the shaker and poured the liquid into the glass.

A thick, thin white liquid flows from the shaker into the glass.

That's what filled the little glass, I told him.

"Thank you for waiting. [Daikiri]."

Mr. Oyaji swallowed the unknown liquid in front of him.