I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Then, let’s start, the freshly squeezed "Omakase Juice"..."

"Hey, hey, hey...please, Omakase, Juice! 』

In the box, among the neat and charming slogans of the waiter, the sound of fruit being squeezed and broken one after another sounded.

"Woohouhouhouhouhouhouhou... What an amazing pressing technique and deformation coefficient! 』

"Ordinary ‘Omakase Juice’ is not enough, let me pour the water of life and German dark beer for you, and completely ignite this feast..."

"Asshole Kengo, don't just bring the bad habits of the kendo club's depthcharge with you!" 』

In the meantime, the four people of Araki Sosuke's passionate support and messy applause.

"So, was the'goods' hidden inside the fruit and brought in? It's the same old and practical technique as in the Jidao movie."

"Closing the door deliberately and using freshly squeezed juice to disguise the atmosphere of the traded goods is also a comprehensive method, but unfortunately, I can't hide the old man's ears..."

"Hmph, you want to disguise the lively scene from the sound effects and conceal the real movement of the transaction? No wonder so many people are needed to be together...Let me confirm it with my own eyes..."

Just as Hiroshi Changtian pouted his buttocks, leaned out in a "concealed" posture, and kept close to the box door, ready to open the door to find out...

A slender shadow obscured the light above his head.

"This guest, the ‘Omakase Juice’ you ordered is here, can I serve it to you now?"

What appeared in the sight of Hiroshi Changtian was the waiter who had a sweet smile and indifferently showed off his swimsuit style.

"Guest, guest?!"

The small bowl in her hand was filled with fruits such as sweet oranges, grapes, and lemons.

"Oh...oh...I'm sorry to trouble you..."

"My transaction, is it going to start? 』

Under the strange gaze of the waiter, Hiroshi Changtian could only resume his sitting posture angrily.

"But, where did she hide the "goods" of the transaction? If it’s not in the bowl, it might be on the body..."

Holding back the itch of his nostrils, he scorched violently at the Bikini waiter and the things in her hands with his scorching eyes, and suddenly he solidified somewhere...

"Damn it, I can't see it at all. It's for the convenience of storing goods. Did the waiters hire ‘G’... Wait, what’s this? ! 』

Hiroshi Changtian noticed that compared with before, the Bikini on the upper body of the waiter seemed to have changed.

It is no longer a flexible and quick-drying material, but has become a small, almost unconcealable, semi-circular, threaded thing like a drill.

"Home, home hand-made juicer? ! 』

He instantly recognized that the two pieces in front of him were connected together, which was a very common household hand-made juicer made of silicone with a retail price of 800 yen for Don Quixote.

This simple and ancient tool only needs to cut the fruit in half, press on the protruding threaded side, squeeze and rotate it hard to get the juice in the fruit.

However, in today's prevalence of "electric slag-free juice machine" and "portable juice cup", this thing has already become the tears of the times.

"Today I used Karatsu tangerines in Saga Prefecture, Mel lemons in Miyazaki Prefecture, and Sunshine Muscat grapes in Saitama Prefecture. They are all within the ‘best time to eat’..."

It seems that he is very used to the hot gaze of the guests, this waitress has already skillfully cut the lemon, orange and grape in half...

"No, are you really just planning to squeeze fruit juice normally?"

Just when Hiroshi Changtian introduced the fruit in the bowl seriously, and there was no sign of "transaction", his eyes gradually became hollow...

"Then, I will start, the freshly squeezed "Omakase Juice" on the spot..."

The waitress picked up the cut half of an orange and pressed the silicone handmade juicer...

"Hey, hey, hey...please, Omakase, Juice!"

In the painful slogan of hard work, she exerted force with both hands to squeeze the silicone juicer into an unpredictable shape...

That hydrated Saga Karatsu mandarin orange spewed out a lot of juice!

"Many, what an amazing elasticity and deformation, and this natural drainage system..."

Amidst the shaking of Hiroshi Tokuta’s pupils, the orange juice, which was thick due to its sugar content, wetted the dazzling skin, and then flowed down the gully that functions as a funnel, dripping into the transparent juice cup...

"Well, that's how it is, is this ‘Omakase Juice’..."

Along with the juice dripping simultaneously, there were also two nosebleeds in the upper part of his narrow man.

"Guest, guest...you bleed...does it matter?"

"It doesn't matter, the recent climate is too dry..."

With his eyes fixed on the half-drying sweet orange, Hiroshi Tsuguta randomly stuffed the tissue into his nostrils, and Yoshihide verbally refused the waiter's concern.

"Don't delay work for me, please (Omakase) please continue!"

One minute later.

"Freshly squeezed'Omakase Juice' has been completed, please use it slowly."

Picking up the shriveled peels and small bowls left over from sweet oranges, grapes, and lemons, the messy waiter bowed back under the unfinished gaze of Hiroshi Changtian...

On the table, there was a glass of mixed juice that was eight-to-eight full.

"Retract the preface..."

Because his nostrils were stuffed with tissues, Tsukida Hiroshi, who could only open his mouth to breathe like a fish ashore, held up the warm juice on the table with a flushed face, and sipped it with a small sip...

"This is a nice shop!"

"Not only is the style warm, the ingredients are fresh, and the price is affordable, the waiters are also gentle and pleasant, and there are dishes that can relax the guests and wash away the tiredness of the day..."

Savoring the sweet juice with slightly sourness and sourness and sweetness, Hiroshi Tsugada replayed the highly impactful scenes from a minute ago frame by frame in his mind...

He was as relaxed and comfortable as falling into the cloud, completely forgetting his original intention before coming.

"Please, please add four copies of "Double Omakase Juice" immediately, thank you! 』

"Additional?! It can actually be double...double?!"

At the same time, in the box next door where the freshly squeezed "Omakase Juice" was over, the words that made Hiroshi Tsukuta's green veins burst came out.

"Unforgivable... asshole, there is no such thing as an underground exchange for spiritual materials..."

The original intention was awakened by the bohemian and lavish words in the box. Hiroshi Tsugada suddenly got up and sprayed the two blood-stained balls of paper from his nostrils like an angry bull. He strode to the box and stretched out his hand on the thin. On the wooden sliding door...

"You guys who don't know what to do, you wasted an afternoon of precious work time from the old man. It's really just because you received a bonus to come to this izakaya to be drunk and addicted?!"

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