'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Rye's order.

"No Tips, Rye's Favorite Taste"

At first glance, it's impotent, but it's not impossible.

In fact, even when I work at a 'bar', it is rare for me to ask for 'the perfect cocktail' or something without a hint.

In that case, by and large, I can't even give you a hint.

So what do we do?

The bartender observes.

Seeing the atmosphere of the customer, being a person who has been quiet or a person who has been haunted.

View customer outfits. What the person wears, the appearance of the person, is overflowing with the taste of 'the person'.

And at the end of the day, see how the customer reacts.

Peek into the person's reaction with insignificant conversations and questions.

From the first image I guessed, I scrape off the excess.

That's how you give the answer.

the person himself, rather than the bartender's thought of a cocktail called 'the person'.

"Is no-thinking a no-think everywhere?

"That's what I'm saying."

Rye returns a denial with a twinkly look.

Hmm. Then I won't be able to return the answer to the obvious question.

Nevertheless, there is no problem. If so, just get the answer in a different way.

"So no matter what you can do, can you drink it?

"Yes?"

I dare to smile and ask her.

"Even for me, I don't want to hit a bacci. There is also the possibility that the customer's preference is' salty 'or' spicy as chili '."

"... then what?

Rye is also quite sweet.

Because you said you wouldn't give hints, but you would respond to conversations.

I didn't hesitate to let him shake me.

"When it comes to chopping and flavoring chili peppers, shaking salt in large quantities, or using 'lemon juice' as the main..."

"Think in common sense! Do you think normal girls like 'spicy' or 'soggy' or 'sour'!?

My joke-mixed words made Rye mucky and returned a denial.

Really? Do you not like 'sour'? I heard good things about that.

It seems sweet and sour or sweet enough to taste good. It's enough to call yourself a normal girl, and I don't need to think about the odd taste.

Rye returns to his meal without being able to read his intentions as to why I said this.

I turn my attention to the way she eats.

In addition to the dishes prepared by Mr. Oyaji, seasonings and medicines are also placed at this table to prepare the flavors.

I thought I'd recommend one to Rye.

"Customer. That soup, this basil, is delicious, right?

"... don't need it"

Rye returns it stuck.

But that's where the reaction came from.

Sui, who was listening to our conversation, took the basil and put it in the soup to try.

Drink just a little, then zero thoughts.

"True. Delicious. Why don't you try Rye, too?

"You know I'm not good at that. Your sister doesn't react like a child either."

Sui gets a little soggy when Rye tells me I'm in hostile mode just a little bit.

But thank you. Thanks for getting a little more information.

Rye apparently doesn't really like the strong 'fragrance' like the drug.

At this stage, the erasure legal scope narrows down a little bit.

But I just want some more.

No matter what the base does, the core of the key flavor is a little far away.

You don't like being observed by me, Rye asks Mr. Oyaji while keeping an eye out for me.

"Hey, Dad. As of today..."

Yes, I opened my mouth and solidified.

Keep glancing at me and re-saying it with the look on your face that it's gone.

"Father. Don't you have your usual array?

It was rephrased in a way I don't understand.

She doesn't want me to know who it is.

That would mean that the 'arr' could be a hint of something approaching the core.

So what is the 'alle' in question?

Looks like Mr. Oyaji decided to have his daughter's shoulder for once, making it look a little troublesome.

I answered in a cloudy manner.

"Oh. Bad. I've only got enough left for cooking today."

"... it is"

Rye looked depressed, leaning down and gently putting his hand on his chest.

Take it easy. Look at my sister, who keeps eating, and then stare at me.

"I mean, how long have you been looking at me? Just make it. My favorite flavor."

The girl's face was just a little bit good at why.

As if you're sure of a win, for some reason.

I set the terms in my head a little bit.

First, taste preferences.

There is no getting lost in this. If you think that you avoided the drug taste also because your tongue is childish, it must be sweet.

Then the selection of the base.

If you are not comfortable with aromatic things, you should avoid 'gin' or 'tequila' - that is, 'gini' or 'tayla' - with unique aromas.

Finally, the word I was about to say earlier.

They don't have anything usual here.

View the table.

Main bacon dish. Vegetable soup of subs. And the staple bread. The drink is water.

Doesn't seem like there's a shortage. Balanced menu.

It's also not to say that jam is better than butter to apply to bread. Rye was buttering with no discontent.

But she clearly seemed sorry earlier.

He had his hands on his chest seriously.

And I looked softly at my sister.

Compare the two.

They're both different types, but they look very cute.

A little beauty nearby Sui and a cute nearby Rye.

Other distinctive differences remain.

Sui is lacking in facial expressions, but her body's - especially her chest's - claims are considerable.

The opposing Rye is expressive but understated in his body's claims.

Oh, well.

I found out who I was missing on this occasion. Then you may use it for cooking, or you may run out of it.

I found the answer in myself and stood up momentously.

"Mr. Oyaji! I'll buy more later, can I use some ingredients?

Asked by me, Mr. Oyaji looked up at me with a slightly frightened eye.

Yeah, it's like you're realizing what I want to use.

"Good, but what?

I gave Mr. Oyaji a good grin while watching Rye on the side.

And state the answer.

"Milk"

In response, Rye shook Vikri and his shoulder.