'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"... Hmm. That's an interesting spectacle."

Mr. Oyaji was clearly at war.

He behaves modestly with his mouth, but he doesn't understand what's in front of him.

He is inside Sui. You know how creepy the potion she makes and so on.

But the liquid in front of me - [Daikiri] - can't help but catch my interest.

There is not much in this world. A cold drink.

The glass is starting to condense, and that's all I can tell about the temperature of this liquid.

Furthermore, it is out of common sense in this world to mix 'potion' with 'by-materials'.

The magical treatment to improve the flavour has not created any new flavour.

The unknown is now in front of Mr. Oyaji.

"Go ahead. It's the best thing in the world to do."

It's good to watch that reaction, but if you don't drink it, we won't talk about it.

When I urged, Mr. Oyaji grabbed the glass in front of him, terrified.

I slowly took it to my mouth.

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

Fren Vermut was afraid.

Both the drink in front of me and the man in front of me who happily executed that unknown.

At first I thought he was just a dislike kid, but not now.

One 'shopkeeper' is at the counter with a gentle grin.

He was the face of a 'man' who was absolutely confident in his own creation and was going to blow the prejudice that Fren had.

Fren can't run away from it.

I held the glass I was offered in my hand.

─ ─ Cold.

My first thought was that.

I sometimes use a refrigerator to store it in this store, even if it's a french.

But they're only for ingredients.

There is no room for cooling liquids like this.

But this man did it as a matter of course.

I vividly used unfamiliar tools and let them run without any hesitation of dimensions.

That's all, this beverage is a 'natural' product for him.

Drinking this is his pride.

If you don't respond to that admiration, Fren is not a man.

Fren slowly, included the first bite.

"... stupid"

Moment after moment, a refreshing delicacy danced through Fren's mouth that he had never drank before.

What comes to the palate is the sourness of the lemon.

But it's not just sour.

That, so to speak, is the key to unwinding Fren's tongue, which has solidified his suspicions.

What flows after that is the fire of 'Salam Potion' with a slight sweetness.

Sounds like it burns your tongue, and then it tastes soft, indescribable.

If you ask me if it tastes good, I have nothing else to say it tastes good.

And finally, just a little bit of lemon bitterness and sugar sweetness in the aftertaste.

They tighten their mouths and leave them with a refreshing drink.

Before, when I tried my daughter's potion, I thought I would drink it again.

When he noticed, Fren was tilting two bites, three bites and a glass.

"... Ha"

And at some point, in Fren's hands, the liquid was gone.

He later realized that he had not restrained himself and swallowed it with a breath.

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

"How was it?

I watched Mr. Oyazi empty the glass with momentum.

It's not my intention or anything. No 'bartender' is happy that people seem to drink their 'cocktails' deliciously.

To my voice, Mr. Oyaji turns back to me and looks at me abominably.

"... Hmm. Well, it didn't taste bad."

"Thank you"

I thanked him and went straight to the bargain.

"So, what do you think? Talk earlier, will you think about it?

"Gu."

When I ask, Mr. Oyaji groans with regret.

I'm going to need another push.

Well, I've assumed that.

"... it certainly didn't taste bad, but I don't need to serve it in my shop..."

"Speaking of which, actually, as much [daikiri] as I did earlier. I still have one more drink."

"Become?"

To my word, Mr. Oyaji swayed with gras while he was watching.

I laugh with my heart and say it only with a serious look.

"I divided it up that I wouldn't be able to get into the glass earlier. If Fren doesn't like it, dispose of it..."

"Ma, wait!

"Yes?"

When I give him a decent look, Mr. Oyaji makes his gaze wander.

I told him to wait, and then he looks confused by his words.

"What's wrong?

"Yes, no. I won't be throwing it away. No body."

"But Fren's feeling is that this isn't going to be a product, is it? I'm also distressed that if the owner here says' garbage ', I don't know how to throw it away."

"Oh, I didn't even say garbage!

In a hurry.

I wish I was honest, you stubborn father.

"That's right. If it's enough to throw away, I'll drink it. That's better."

"It's not, is it? Mr. Fren, the farce is good enough."

…………

When I last packed it, Mr. Oyaji raised his hand that it was a surrender, too.

"Okay. It was delicious. I also drink suggestions. Did I mention the dining bar or something? Think positively in that direction"

"Every time!

After I firmly took my word for it, I offered the glass to Mr. Oyaji.

Mr. Oyaji receives the glass in regret with Hung, but a sip of it gave him another happy grin.

"Total"

I heard Sui.

I gave her a full smile and I let her thumbs out.

But she was staring at me with a slightly musty look.

Why. She said she won the right with firm strength for her purpose.

"That other glass. Wasn't it for personal use?

"... I'll make as much as you want, young lady"

When I returned the girl's request, Sui finally gave her a happy smile.