Chapter 18 is on track

"Two cappuccinos at the courtyard table three, one of which was on the rocks. Maki pushed open the door of the café with one hand, held the tray to his chest with the other, and skillfully reported the needs of the guests, "There are also two servings of strawberry mousse." In addition, the guests at table 6 asked for an additional Black Forest and a refill of coffee. ”

"Fujino, take a Black Forest cake for the guests at table six in the courtyard, remember to bring the coffee from pot three, the guests need to refill it; He casually took out two servings of strawberry mousse from the fresh-keeping cabinet beside him and handed them to Maki on the side, as the foreman, Miss Yamabuki Aoi turned around, smiled apologetically at the guest in front of her, and then handed over the packaged cake in front of her, "This miss, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, this is your double matcha cake, I have put the refrigerant in it for you, it should be enough for two hours to ensure freshness." ”

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, I'm the one who bothered you. The purple-haired guest glanced curiously at the kitchen that had revealed a corner under the curtain that had been lifted by Weinai, and then smiled and took the bag handed over by Yamabuki, and walked out of the café with it in his hand.

"Hey. It wasn't so much a sigh of relief as a sigh of relief that the foreman pinched his left shoulder with his right hand, showing a slight tiredness in a place that no one could see. Yamabuki took the ground coffee from under the counter and began to concoct the coffee that the guests had asked for—but judging by the way she looked at the decorative flowers on the side, her mind must have drifted into the distance.

It has been a month since the opening of the café for two days, and this month may not only be without waves in the long river of human history, but even on the life path of many people, it can be said to be safe and stable. But it was also this month that the café gradually got on the right track.

No matter how well you do your job during training, when you start working, there will always be such and such a state of affairs - this kind of thing, even Fujino, the smartest and most stable of the newcomers, cannot avoid it. But after a month of training, the initial rustiness has gradually become the most natural smile at work, and even the rough and excessive Weifu can now become a solitary employee when others can't get away.

During the month, the café did not develop in the slightest, neither any possible problems nor any bright spots, everything was very uneventful, like boiled water in a glass - except for the owner of the shop.

There is a saying that goes like this: "Paper can't hold fire." The same is true for secrets. During this time, the neighborhood can indeed be said to have opened a wide range of eyes, some foreigners in different costumes will often display the outsiders who have just opened a café, and those customers include all the usual races, and even two drunks swear that they heard gunshots coming from inside when they passed by the café one night- But all the rumors did not last three days, and before the inhabitants of the town could react, it was like a hallucination, and all the foreigners who had lived in the town for a few days suddenly disappeared one morning, as if they had never been there at all.

This has made the newly opened café more famous in a sense – and as for the truth, the truth is always in the hands of a few.

And what does the truth look like? As the foreman, Yamabuki Aoi has a little bit of the truth—a bullet casing that still carries the smell of gunpowder was picked up by her from the corner of the courtyard gate one morning. But this secret was buried deep by her, and she didn't plan to let herself think about it again in this life.

But she didn't understand what the bullet casing she picked up represented, the 5.56mm bullet may only be able to press into the bottom of the warehouse in her hands, but in the hands of others, it can analyze a lot of different things. It was the SS109 bullet, which was the NATO standard ammunition and was the ammunition that appeared on the soil of other countries that was least prone to diplomatic disputes.

The paper can't contain the fire, and the secret will one day cease to be a secret. The news of Zhao Mian's location was eventually leaked, although after such a long time, some forces had given up on tracking down the guy who had passed by in a flash, and instead plunged into other, more realistic interest disputes. But there are still forces that have been tracking down Zhao Mian's whereabouts, especially the CIA agents who knocked on Zhao Mian's door in the middle of the night - for the simple reason that there are no secrets between countries.

Everything was carried out in quiet, swift conditions, almost no one knew what was happening that night, and those who knew and those who participated in it would never say it, and even the people from MSS did not understand what was really happening, because by the time they arrived in this foreign land, the Americans had already been away for two days.

"Sister Aoi, Sister Aoi!" panicked, Weina, who was supposed to be counting the pastry inventory, suddenly ran out of the kitchen in a panic, which made the absent-minded Yamabuki suddenly wake up from her trance, she frowned and looked over, on the road over there, Weina, who was almost tripped over, stood in front of her with her hands and feet, and opened her mouth to say: "Sister Aoi is not good! The chocolate is used up, and the cream is also used up!"

"Running out?" said the maess d'Foreman, frowning, "I remember that I had some of my inventory before I left last night, and those quantities should be enough for today's use, why did they run out?

"Wright said: 'The manager told me when he left at noon this day that he had wasted a little bit of cream and chocolate last night, and if he hadn't seen the delivery man pass by four o'clock this afternoon, he would have left work early.' Wei Nai cleared his throat, and then learned Wright's tone and spoke slowly. As soon as the words fell, she smiled skillfully, "But don't worry, Sister Aoi." The guy didn't dare to use the bottle of cream because the packaging was different from the usual one. ”

"Well, at least that's good news. Yamabuki nodded, then glanced at the clock with a large wooden shell hanging on the wall on the right, and the time on it clearly told her that it was fifteen:60 p.m. Tokyo time. Isn't that already over? She shook her head helplessly, and then put the brewed coffee in her hand on the tray, "Don't think that you can leave work early, if you leave work early after just over a month of opening, then it will not be a good thing for future newcomers or the fame of the café." Well——, so be it. You tell Wright to bake more pastries that don't use cream and chocolate, and Fujino and I will try not to order those with either of them. With that, Yamabuki picked up the tray and prepared to deliver the coffee to the courtyard.

"Ah, that's okay. However, the small words stopped her steps, because the information contained in them did make her unable to take the second step in the first place, "Although the raw materials have been used up, there is indeed a lot of pastry in stock. ”

"Go, go, bring the coffee to the guests!" she took a deep breath and glared at the guy in front of her fiercely, making her let out a somewhat timid "Phew." Then he handed over the tray in his hand and commanded.

Looking at Wei Nai, who walked out of the café door with a plate, Yamabuki sighed helplessly, and then massaged his frown with his left hand - and then, when the copper bell hanging on the door rang, he put on his own smile and greeted the customer.

And at this time, what is Zhao Mian doing? What is happening in the shadows of life, this cannot interfere with the continuation of daily life. It is indeed a gratifying thing that the café is on the right track, but it is not as happy as another thing for Zhao Mian - Yingwen has finally been able to release from the white world filled with the smell of disinfectant water on this Saturday day with the stroke of the pen of the attending doctor.

Outside of this white world, there were three people who welcomed him back into the midst of the colors, not his parents' sisters, the members of the ordinary people's minds, but his sister and two foreign siblings who had not met strangers a few months ago—and it was the one standing in the middle of the two young girls, like a father or a mountain, whose presence was in his hands with a slightly large cake box emblazoned with his café logo.