Cafe Master Story Recipes 소설 & 이야기

They were squinted and her smile lines were on display. "Okay ma'am," i said waiting patiently for her to talk. "Do you think it is too soon to promote you to be some next to me, someone who'll help me run this little cafe?" she asked me. "I am so sorry ma'am but that won't be possible. I can only offer the secrets to my coffee making," I offered. "Isn't that too much to ask?" she asked me and I shook my head. "I want my recipe for refection to leave forever, I'll teach you," i said.

Alfi said pointing out the magic jar. “The hell we drink it!” Koji yelled at him. Alfi took scissors and switched to his creative mode. He cut half of the cylinder of 4 bottles turning it into 4 plastic cups. He brewed the coffee powder with the water from the magic jar and 4 cups of coffee with noodle pulp were ready to be served. “I don’t want to drink it,” Koji said. “Me either,” Rian added. “Come on, it’s just a cheap warm coffee with tasty pulp.” Alfi convinced them to drink it. ”You will drink it, won’t you?” He asked her.

Kaye jump while holding her chest. “You shiiizy!” I just laugh before walking towards the counter. Better make her something to drink. “Bish! It is still early in the morning. Why are you here?” I ask her while preparing the ingredients. For morning drink of Kaye Chi I’ll be needing a one cup of unsweetened cocoa powder, one cup of sugar, one fourth cup of Vanilla, six cups of milk (I should use the scalded one), a pinch of salt and Ta-dah!

[Elena's POV] "You think your coffee is better?" Don Viti demanded, gripping his silver cane tight. "I know it is," Mr. Jackson replied happily. He marched over to the massive catering station, pushed a terrified Italian barista aside, and started grinding beans. Three minutes later, he handed a fresh cup to my grandfather. Don Viti took a sip. His terrifying scowl faltered. He took another sip. "The crema is thick," Don Viti admitted, looking completely shocked. "How do you achieve this texture?"

“Alright. You know everything here is yours anyway. Unless you want me to make you one?” The coffee machine was good, but he only knew how to make black coffee and espresso, which were all he needed. None of that fluffy milk bullshit and syrups. He liked coffee at breakfast, not a dessert. Voss might not have looked like it with his full sleeve and neck tattoos, but he had a huge sweet tooth. Voss shook his head. “No, you’ll get me a honeycomb latte from Jenny’s on the way to Flexigals. Oh, and a fairy cake, you know, the ones with jam and cream-”

We decided to call the place CAFFINERIE. Zion and I were the last ones to leave the shop before our big day tomorrow and we made sure that everything was set before we’d go home. All ingredients from our cakes were natural, something that we can boast about our shop, and our coffee were made from one of the best Arabic beans on the island plus the cake ideas were combined by mine and Zion. He was also the head baker since most of the assembled and baked cakes were all made by him which was absolutely cool. “We’re all set for tomorrow, America.” Zion comes back to the shop as he hang the windpipes by the front door before looking back at me.

Talia’s expression remained blank, but her sarcasm was enough for Asmaira to fidget in embarrassment. “No…I mean…..yes, I know how to make Coffee,” she fumbled but straightened her back when Talia raised one brow. “Good. Because from today onwards it would be your responsibility. Amaan only drinks one brand, and we keep it in a special container in the pantry. Freshly ground beans, Coffee, black with no milk. Half a teaspoon of brown sugar. Don’t mess it up,” Talia fired the instructions and soon disappeared to her desk. His taste is also, like him, bitter. Asmaira scoffed.

Kaifei-san said then the house servants bowed and opened the door. There, the Master is sitting on the tatami mat reading some paper reports. "You're here. Come, have a seat." he offered so we sat in front of him. "Do you want rose tea or jasmine tea?" "E-Either is okay with me." I answered. "Then rose tea, it is." The Master ordered the servants to bring the tea. "So, what happened with your encounter with the Pointers?" he asked Yūgi-san who's sitting casually next to the wall.

Arriving at their favorite cafe where they often hung out, Amanda and Lea entered and looked around for Amanda's cousin, who had arrived a few minutes earlier. "Oh, there he is!" Amanda exclaimed, grabbing Lea's arm and half-dragging her towards a table where a lone man was waiting, stirring his drink. It seemed to be a cup of mocha coffee, judging from the aroma that immediately wafted through Lea's nose as they approached the table. Yes, the cafe was indeed special. Although the menu was standard, the uniqueness lay in the aroma and serving techniques that set it apart from other cafes. It became a favorite for Amanda and Lea, who were pure food lovers.

Lucas coughed discreetly, to draw his attention. He murmured an apology and rushed to the kitchen to bring the two servings of mocha pots de crème, he had especially and carefully struggled with, while the masters were recovering from the sensual session from earlier. He had used the heart shape he’d found among the utensils. Somehow, his master’s choice had rung to him as romantic, so he’d wanted to please him with a proper layout, as well. As he placed the dessert in front of the two masters, Lucas chuckled softly.