CH 22

“Hello, is Master here~?”

Ginjiro shouts loudly, but no one comes out, no matter how many times he calls out.

He could hear loud metal noises, so they must be working.

He had no choice but to open the door and enter the workshop, where the master and his apprentices were working on the forge.

The apprentices noticed me, but Master was working all the time with great concentration.

The furnace was on fire and the room was extremely hot.

It is amazing how focused he is in such a situation.

Ginjiro signals to his apprentice to keep going and sits down to watch the forge work.

After waiting for a while, the master instructs the apprentice to turn off the furnace.

At that moment, he finds Ginjiro waiting in a chair.

Ginjiro quickly stands up and walks up to the master.

“Thank you for the other day. My memory kind of blurred a bit, but I hope I didn’t cause you too much trouble.”

Then, wiping his sweat with a towel, Master laughed.

“What are you talking about? It was the best liquor I’ve ever had.”

Apparently, I had not caused any trouble.

I felt a little relieved, but it was true that I had drunk.

As a way of apologizing, I gave Master a high quality yokan (sweet bean jelly) from a long-established shop.

I also gave him some flowers I bought at a flower shop.

Master was not interested in the flowers and took the yokan instead.

“Is it a snack?”

He opened the bag and put it in his mouth, but it was too sweet for Master, who was a heavy drinker.

The apprentices said it was very tasty, so the yokan became theirs.

I told him that the yokan was good for preventing heat stroke, but he was not interested.

“Do you have any more liquor?”

Maybe it was whiskey, but my memory of that time is gone, so I check it.

“This is it. This elaborately cut glass bottle is nice, but I can’t forget the highly refined liquor that was inside.”

Master then laughs as he shows Ginjiro the empty turtle shell-cut bottle.

Of course I have it, Ginjiro replies with a smile.

Ginjiro is happy that Japanese whiskey is recognized, but it is very hot in the workshop.

TLN: Suntory Kakubin Whisky. When I read the ‘Impresion” of this WN, I found the author and the reader like to discuss about liquor.

He pours the whiskey into a wooden cup prepared by his apprentice, but it is not cold, so the alcohol content is directly transmitted.

“Master, do you mind if I drink the way I drink in my hometown today?”

The master said that whiskey was all that was needed, so I took out a rock ice from the item box.

I put the rock ice in the cup prepared by the apprentice, mix the whiskey and make a toast.

“Progit!”

I was concerned that it was whiskey on the rocks from the start, but since I walked around today, I just kept going.

The apprentices did not seem to be that strong drinkers, and after drinking the whiskey in the toast, they drank fruit water.

“Drinking liquor chilled on ice is a luxury and classy.”

Seeing Master muttering this, Ginjiro remembers the first time he met Sophia.

That time she had sprained her ankle and was cooling it with rock ice.

He felt strange about her reaction at that time, but maybe ice is unusual.

When I asked my master if ice is rare, he said that ice is rare in the summer.

Ice magic is an advanced magic and very few people seem to be able to use it.

However, in this world, it usually snows in winter, so ice itself is not rare.

The apprentices also requested rock ice, so I put rock ice in a cup and poured cola.

It’s a drink from my hometown. It’s probably the most beloved drink of all time. It’s a bit fizzy, but don’t be surprised.

Ice and cola are commonplace in Japan, but the apprentices called it delicious.

And they were excited that ice-cold juice is the best in summer.

Maybe ice is in great demand.

Ginjiro felt this way and decided to ask Master to let him borrow the kitchen.

From the item box, Ginjiro pulls out a manual shaved ice machine that he used to use at the coffee shop.

This was a much older model, as it had been used in the store since my father’s time.

I could have made shaved ice with a large piece of rock ice, but I went to Skills’ online store and bought some ice blocks.

I also buy disposable cups and spoons, condensed milk, and strawberry syrup.

I set the ice blocks in the shaved ice machine and return to them.

The ice soon began to melt because of the hot workshop, but a towel was laid on the table and the shaved ice machine was set on top of it.

The apprentices were amazed at the block of ice, but Master was looking at the shaved ice machine.

Ginjiro held the cup in his left hand and turned the handle of the shaved ice machine with his right hand to shave the ice.

When the shaved ice is ready for the number of people, he tells them to pour strawberry syrup and add condensed milk to their liking.

“Please try it before it melts, everyone. It’s called shaved ice, and it’s a dessert made of ice. It’s perfect for summer.”

When Ginjiro pours strawberry syrup first, the apprentices imitate him and pour syrup.

As for the condensed milk, they were afraid to pour it on, as if it was strange to have it in a tube.

However, after taking a bite of the shaved ice, the apprentices seemed to like it and moved their spoons quickly.

The ice is pure and fluffy, so I don’t think it will make their heads ache, but I’m worried.

Master is putting whiskey in the shaved ice and gulping it down.

He looks pleased with himself, but is he going to drink that way out of the blue?

The apprentices have another round of shaved ice.

They shaved ice on their own, checking out the smooth movement of the shaved ice machine and the way it was made.

Master drinks several glasses of shaved ice style whiskey, and Ginjiro who accompany him, naturally lost his memory.