How do you feel when a coffee master who has surpassed the limits of human beings teaches you?

The movements never seem to be accurate.

Why are there so many things that seem simple and simple to choose coffee beans, water temperature, foaming, extraction, latte art, etc.?

If this person is fragile in his heart, or if he doesn't love coffee enough, he will definitely give birth to this feeling: how boring are human beings? Do you want to study this dispensable knowledge?

But when you have a heart like Kitagawa Tamako who is eager to learn and has a fantasy about coffee, you feel happy, you are pointing out mistakes every moment, and you learn new things every moment.

The only thing to note is that in the face of a steady stream of new knowledge, often the front has time to be fully digested, and the latter comes again.

Tamako came out to work after graduating from high school, perhaps partly because she didn't like to study, but she was certainly not superhuman intellectually, so she was often distressed by it.

But the master never scolded her for being stupid, even if a coffee was made several times, she still made low-level mistakes.

Unlike my father and grandfather, in terms of rice cake education, although I don't add sticks, I often scold.

What is not talented, how was it when I was young, how can I trust the rice cake shop to you and so on.

Tamako looked at Yu Murakami, who was savoring the coffee she had just grinded, and thought to herself, the master is really the gentlest person.

"Reluctantly, the grind is still not good, follow what I said and then look for the feeling."

"Hi, thank you, master."

"Hmm."

Yu Murakami put down his coffee, picked up the book he had read for a long time, and continued to look at it.

If he knew what Kitagawa Tamako was thinking, maybe he would laugh and scold her for being a fool.

Where in the world are there such good people?

It's just that whether Kitagawa Tamako can win the first place in the barista competition, he doesn't think it's that important in his heart.

Her level is enough to support IDO, which is enough in Murakami's opinion. As for whether he can realize his dream, it is a personal matter, and he will not criticize others for it.

He has no pursuit of his own life, how can he force others to reach a certain height.

At eight o'clock in the evening, when Yu Murakami was getting ready to get off work, Miko Sanada suddenly announced that she would have a holiday on Saturday and Sunday.

The reason is that summer is coming, so everyone should rest and welcome summer with full enthusiasm.

Yu Murakami can't keep up with her mental journey, but rest is always a good thing.

He can sit at home and read a book for a day, or he should take advantage of this time to deal with the matter of submitting a novel.

8:53 p.m., Sakuraso.

Ai Nakano, Higashiyama Kazuma, and Suzune Sakura were chatting in the living room, and the crisp and beautiful sound reached the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Yu Murakami cooks alone.

Lonesome? No. He enjoyed spending time alone.

The dish was simmering in the pot, and he stood by and watched, his brain wandering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Eh~ It's so fragrant." Higashiyama has cute hands behind his back and happily trots into the kitchen.

Leaning on the edge of Murakami, staring at the dishes in the pot with big eyes.

Yu Murakami lifted the lid of the pot, and the aroma of the meat became even stronger.

Higashiyama: "Wow-"

Then he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the sound was not loud or small, and both of them heard it clearly.

Murakami smiled.

Higashiyama's face was not red at all, he pretended to be shy, and his eyes kept staring at the pot.

"Can you give me a taste?"

"You're welcome, I'm still okay with this."

After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and revealed his snow-white fleshy arms.

Yu Murakami handed her the chopsticks to taste the food.

Higashiyama wields chopsticks like crab pincers, making a "popping" sound.

His eyes were fixed on the pot, and he muttered to himself, "Which one to eat?" Which one should I eat? ”

"Knock on the door!"

"Oh!" Higashiyama was startled, and looked back to see Ai Nakano and Suzune Sakura walking in at the same time.

Hurriedly shook his head: "I didn't steal it, it was Murakami-kun who asked me to help him taste it, isn't it, Murakami-kun?" ”

Yu Murakami saw her balls flicking wildly, but she just didn't spread out: "Well, yes." ”

This little thing is so solid.

Ai Nakano approached and said with a wry smile: "It's not a matter of stealing food, you can't use chopsticks used by boys, you know?" Girls, pay attention. ”

"Huh?" Higashiyama reacted, looked at the chopsticks in his hand, and then apologized to Yu Murakami: "I'm sorry, can I use a new pair of chopsticks?" ”

Yu Murakami didn't feel disliked, even though he hadn't used those chopsticks — he didn't hate girls who loved themselves.

He took out a new pair of chopsticks and rinsed them under the faucet before handing them to Higashiyama.

"Thank you." After taking the chopsticks, she began to wave them like a crab again: "It's decided!" That's you! ”

She picked up a large piece of flesh, half fat and half lean.

"Take a small bite of the skinny one first."

"Hmmmm~~ fragrant!"

"Another bite of fat."

"Uh-huh, delicious!"

"In the end, half fat and half thin, eat it in one bite."

"Ah~~Tooth white~"

The other two looked stupid, and Yu Murakami felt that Higashiyama seemed to be quite funny.

Suzune Sakura squeezed over with a rolling throat: "Is it so delicious?" Let me taste it! ”

snatched the chopsticks from Higashiyama's hand, took a piece of the all-thin one, and put it in his mouth.

He didn't shout like Dongshan Tsubi, but just covered his mouth with his hands two or three centimeters apart, and his eyes were shining.

"Give it back to me!" Dongshan snatched the chopsticks and stretched them out into the pot again.

Murakami Yu smiled and explained: "The dishes and rice are ready, you can put it in the living room." Then get ready to step out of the kitchen.

The kitchen is not big, the kitchen door is even smaller, and it is a little difficult for Murakami Yu to get out.

Ai Nakano carried the test on her back, Yuya Murakami turned her back sideways, and the distance between the two was 10 centimeters, passing by their backs.

When he came out of the living room, there was a voice from the kitchen, "I'll taste it too" and "Okay, don't eat any more, it's almost gone." "Chopsticks! Let me add chopsticks! Please! ”

The creature of a girl is indeed made up of spices and something beautiful.

This sentence is very good, and you can consider writing it in a novel.

But it would be too monotonous to write it in such a dry way, so it is better to use this sentence as the theme and think of a scene.

A female junior of Matsuoka Zhencheng asked him out for dinner, but Matsuoka didn't go. The female junior took the initiative to come to the door after buying vegetables, made a hearty meal, and took the kitchen away when she left. Matsuoka Zhencheng, who was full of food and drink, sighed and said this?

Well, it seems pretty good..... Wait a minute! Even if it's time to write a novel before going to bed, it's too tiring to think about the plot in your daily life.

He shook his head slightly, dispersing his concentrated thoughts.

Taking this as an example, Yu Murakami is the kind of person who actively refuses to work hard and trouble.

Waiting for a few people to bring the dishes into the living room, You Mubi also happened to come back, and Murakami Yu's cooking time card was just right.

After eating, several people did not immediately go to take a shower, and stayed in the living room waiting for Friday's broadcast of "Guests of the Nail Palace".

At 9:45, the broadcast began, and the cover was a photo of Yu Murakami, Ai Nakano, and Mitsuki Mitsumiya holding a plane.

A few girls listened to the laughter, and Sakura Suzune even let out a foolish laugh when he spit out the fragrance in the mouth of the nail palace.

The cherry blossom village is full of joyful atmosphere.

Yu Murakami, who can only take a shower after the girls have washed and has no interest in broadcasting, sits at the table and drinks tea calmly.

I thought to myself.

Girls are troublesome. And, it's noisy!

"Hiss~~"

Take a sip of hot tea.

For example, Yu Murakami is a man with complex minds and capriciousness.