'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

[Hot Buttered Lamb Cow]

Cow writes COW and gives dairy cows in English.

This is an array of cocktail recipes called [Hot Buttered Lamb]. It is made by replacing 'hot water' with 'milk' in the normal [hot buttered lamb].

Milky sweetness. Flavour of butter. And a very gentle, warm cocktail with a brilliant harmony of the neat taste of the lamb.

I take a good look at Rye.

She was comparing cups to my face to get lost.

"Be careful, it's hot"

"Wow, I know."

As always, humans in this world hesitate to put cocktails in front of them.

I decided to encourage Rye with a provocation without it.

"Or is it a little early for the lady?

"... what?

"There, it's an 'adult' drink, even if it's easy to drink. There's a little something about your child."

"Come on, don't treat me like a child! Adult fifteen is way over it!

Rye yelled at me a little irritated, then carried the cup to his mouth.

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How could this man have noticed?

Rye had repeatedly asked herself the confusion that arose within herself.

I have a consciousness that I have placed an ill-willed order. But that's no choice either.

It was to save my family, who had been duped by a dubious man.

But when I saw the attitude of the two of us, I sometimes thought a little.

Could this man really be going to rebuild his sister's 'potion shop'?

But my heart didn't allow me to admit it.

That's why I ordered poorly bottomed.

"No tips, my favorite flavored drink"

If you're an honest man, you'd say you can't.

A con artist would try to make a mistake with his mouth.

To Rye, who was staring at me with that thought, the man said.

'Yes, I did,' he said.

Only a few conversations followed.

I'm not supposed to be giving you any tips.

Yet the man gave a light answer.

Even though I know the potion made by Sui tastes like a dog wouldn't even drink it.

Rye is naturally distracted by the hot, standing white liquid in front of her.

This drink is already tender before I put it on my mouth.

I've already been disappointed by the smell of butter like the sun.

Why don't you include the liquid in your mouth with that feeling?

"... warm..."

Gentle flavour. Fluffy, scented, warm and gentle smell.

Some people can smell it alone. The potion-specific aroma is also wrapped in milk and butter and never claimed.

They spread out as they slowly rushed around the meadow called Rye's Tongue.

It's like falling asleep on a pasture and feeling calm in the sun.

If you look next door, a slight and gentle grin of my always expressionless sister.

Behind you, my father's mixed face of anticipation and anxiety.

And in my head, I felt like I heard the kind voice of my late mother.

You don't have to be mean.

Rye caused all of his messy emotions into that cup,

And at the same time, that cup wrapped them all up.

As she nearly wept a little, Rye told the man in front of her.

"... sorry. Thanks."

What apology is that and what gratitude is that?

I didn't really understand Rye myself.

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A red-haired girl broke that look as soon as she took a sip.

Until then, it had solidified into bees, things like animosity, tension, and responsibility seemed to melt apart in an instant.

Made with an almost tearful look, an apology.

And words of thanks.

I'm not saying I understood the meaning correctly, but somehow I do.

"No, I'll do my best, thank you."

When I smiled gently, Rye looked straight at me.

And quietly, answer with a voice that only I can hear.

"... yeah"

I finally got back to the evening fog and spoke to the girl from the "bartender mode".

"So, keep it up, is that good?

"... good. Um, I'm sorry?

Rye said with an adorable smile worthy of age.

He said he'd admit me.

I finally felt comfortable when I heard the words.

But I know that's not the end of it.

It took a lot of words from Sui, who watched me and Rye interact like that.

"Bye, total. Give me the same thing."

"Yes, sir."

Sui sits still on the counter and sues me with her eyes as she pounds Rye's head.

Hurry up.

So I turned my gaze slightly to Mr. Oyaji.

Mr. Oyaji is softening up again, but I don't know what to do.

"So just a cup of Sui's, okay?

"Huh..."

When I say it on purpose, Mr. Oyaji does it right.

And then Mr. Oyaji rushed to fix it.

"Wait! Beh, it's not like I want a drink! It's just that I have a duty to make sure that there's more to me than just the possibility of lining up in my shop."

"... Mr. Oyaji"

"Oh, and what! You're going to buy milk later! Then you can lose as much as you want! Become!?"

You're not cute with a naughty tundelle. This.

His father's attitude is accompanied by two daughters with cold eyes.

I replied with a bitter laugh inside, nodding to Eagle Deep.

"So that's two cups of [Hot Buttered Lamb Cow]. Yes, sir."

Sui nods kokokun, and Mr. Oyaji, uh, snorts.

Rye takes another bite, puts the cocktail in his mouth, and I start working.

Somehow, I felt like I was finally part of this world then.

Where that means, one thing.

"Sui's Potion Shop" decided to take this day to reshape its form.

From now on, the 'bar' begins, which has not even been named yet.