'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"... why, is it milk?

"Seriously, I thought you liked the customer."

When I answer politely, Rye clogs words all the time.

But the word of denial didn't return. I don't feel bad about my personality that I'm wrong but I don't deliberately deny it. I guess you're right.

There's apparently one in this world, too.

There's a rumor that 'if you drink milk, your breasts will grow bigger'.

Earlier, she put her hand on her chest when she was discouraged. And he saw his sister's breasts bigger than his own.

It was a somewhat short-circuited but understandable action to tie it together.

Further in retrospect, the only thing I could not feel creative about at my lunch table was a 'drink'.

It's possible that I drink water from time to time, but this is the dining room. Tea and other drinks are also likely to line up.

Preparation can be bitter if you think about offering it to your guests.

Connecting them together, I stepped on that Rye's interest was definitely in 'milk'.

"Bye, Mr. Oyaji. Let me borrow your kitchen for a second."

"Hmm? I don't mind, but you don't work at the counter?

"Before I do, I need something."

Mr. Oyaji nodded with a slightly strange look.

What I'm going to make.

Regardless of the ingredients, there was one thing missing from the counter.

It's fire.

"So, how do you use this?

I was just in the kitchen, and I asked Sui, who had followed me.

The kitchen in the dining room 'Easy's' is a lot cleaner. Cleaning of the cooking area, of course, the arrangement of ingredients and the tidiness of cookware. At the end of the day, I can see the appearance of the planting and so on, but I can not see from Mr. Oyaji's personality.

In the meantime, I'm standing somewhere.

Probably in front of something that looks like a 'stove'.

It has feet like placing a pan or frying pan, with holes in the center for the fire to come out.

The sides also have knobs for adjusting the fire, so I feel I can use them somehow if they just look good.

However, no matter how much it twisted, it did not appear to ignite.

Sui says nothing to my question.

"Well, first let this power flow through you, then ignite it with that twist..."

"I don't know what that 'magic' means."

"... uh"

The sphere of unknown material next to the knob, which she said was powered. I try to put my hand on it, but I don't really know what's ahead of me from there.

Or there won't be Japanese who know how to flush magic well.

"... what can I explain? Because it's something we all remember when we're kids."

Sui is also slightly confused.

I see. If I can take her as she says.

In this magical civilization, isn't the technique of using magic - or flushing magic - like 'how to ride a bicycle'?

Most humans learn from their parents and acquire that skill when they are little.

So if you're an adult living in this world, normal technology is what you can use.

With that in mind, it's like Sui is now being asked by a big adult how to ride a bike.

Well, it's only natural to be confused.

"... later, teach carefully. I'll do it now."

"... sorry"

This is how I get my magic on the stove while promising to do magic classes after this.

Sui first gently puts his finger on the sphere. Then, when a little light emanated from where the fingertips touched, instantly the sphere filled with red light.

"Well, try it"

When Sui prompted me to twist the knob, a boggling blue fire erupted from the hole in the stove.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not really magical enough, so I'll only keep it about enough."

"Enough. Thanks, Sue."

When I thank Sui, I rush into action.

When you light an affordable pan (I asked which one to use for the sui for once), pour the prepared milk into it.

Stirring gently, I waited to boil.

"... is there a time?

"Oh."

To my actions, Sui is sparkling her curious eyes.

"I'm making hot drinks now."

Usually, "cocktails" are mostly "cold drinks" - cold drinks.

But that doesn't mean there are no 'hot drinks'.

Even the simple ones raise the names of cocktails to be made warm, such as [Whiskey Toddy] or [Irish Coffee].

And what I'm making right now is a 'buddy' of those things.

"Okay."

I made sure the milk was heated to the point where it was about to boil and gave it from the fire for each pan.

Then hurry back to the counter so as not to zero it.

"... So, you're telling me you're gonna make me drink hot milk?

When I'm on the counter, Rye says with a grumpy eye like a sleeping cat.

She was starting to glance at my actions, even though she said so. Attitude is curious about the backside of the sisters - no, the whole family seems to be together.

"Because this is only one ingredient. It's a cocktail."

I answered quietly and then hurried to get the ingredients ready before the milk cooled down.

All this cocktail needs is some lamb - 'Salam Potion' with sugar, and another.

I cut off the 'butter' I had on the table with just a little knife.

Finish preparing them and start working on the counter.

First, in a mug, not a glass, weigh about 2 tsp of sugar with a bar spoon.

Thereafter, warmed milk was poured into the mug. The portions are not exactly prescribed in the recipe, but I often add about 160ml to 200ml.

Measure the ram after that. Usually make the milk and lamb roughly 4 to 1. In other words, the amount of lamb is between 40 ml and 45 ml.

But that's only a normal story.

My order now is' Rye's Favorite Flavor '.

If you're dealing with children's tongues, less than 20 ml would be just fine.

And finally, the butter cut with the knife was quietly dropped into the liquid.

Until then, the warm smell of milk is rapidly mixed with the slightest hint of butter.

The aroma came in through my nose and tickled my filled stomach after the meal.

I steered the liquid inside to the last finish.

In a cup, sugar, milk, butter, and 'rum' mix together.

As the butter melts out, white and yellow mix and change into gentle shades.

It is a cocktail that is often consumed for body-warming purposes originally, but let's expect it to work differently just today.

May her, icy attitude, warm up, how dare you.

"Thank you for waiting. [Hot Buttered Lamb Cow]"

He prompted me, and Rye finally seemed to remind me that he was going to drink it.

The girl's surprising eyes stared at the light yellow liquid that raised the fragrant hot air.