Novelas y relatos de Onyx Cold Brew Recipe

I realized that in front of Irwin, I suddenly seemed to become obedient, taking in everything he said. "Take a glass, boil 250 cc of water, add a piece of ginger, a stick of cinnamon, half a pinch of pepper, half a pinch of salt, and two lumps of rock sugar. Wait until the water turns brown, remove from heat, and drink it while it's warm," said Irwin. "Uh, what's that for?" I asked, confused. I repeated Irwin's recipe over and over in my head. "Just like lavender tea, only a lighter, warmer version. It's going to be very cold tonight," Irwin replied. He then picked up his shopping bag and waved his hand, just like Old Bernard had.

I stood staring at the expensive coffee machine like it had personally offended me. “This is humiliating,” I muttered. “It’s coffee, not public execution,” Olivia replied from the doorway. Easy for her to say. She wasn’t being professionally bullied before 9 AM. I carefully prepared fresh coffee for the team, trying not to let irritation ruin my focus. If Zion wanted attention to detail? Fine. I’d give him detail. Perfect measurements. Fresh brew. No mistakes. By the time I carried the tray back into the office, I had almost convinced myself this wasn’t embarrassing anymore.

“Hey Darrion, what does this Cold Drink do again?” Jai asked. Darrion, who was busy cutting up the fern, stopped for a while to tell his friend. But he frowned when he saw what Jai was doing. “You’re reading it.” Jai then read the recipe in his hands. “Cold Drink is used to cool down your high temperature body. It can also be sued to treat first degree burn. If you mix it with honey and red herb, you can treat a second degree burn. The recipes. Blue-tip Fern, Herb, Salt, Fall Four Seasons leaves, Barley Tea leaves, Blue Slime essence, and water. Wait, slime? Is this real? People are drinking this?”

I ignored the whispers, grabbed my number tag, and waited. Noah sat in the front row in a navy blue suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His face was expressionless as always, but his presence boosted my confidence. Groups of three competed, and it was judged live. I was in the last group, up against last year's runner-up. The pressure was real, but the process felt like a rebirth. This was the path I was meant for. I mixed rum and gin, a new flavor for Breeze Lounge. Then I added vodka and mint syrup.

“And a matcha Frappuccino with soy milk. Five scoops of matcha powder, half-and-half java chip, and chocolate drizzle on the whipped cream. Oh, and chocolate cake.” The words tumble out of her mouth like an artist describing their magnum opus, each detail delivered with a flourish. Her enthusiasm is so genuine, it’s almost contagious. For a moment, I’m tempted to forget my own simple order and ask for whatever she’s having—just to taste her excitement. “And he’ll have a cold brew. Add a splash of oat milk and just a hint of caramel,” she adds, sending me a wink. I sigh, leaning back in my chair as the server leaves. “I could’ve ordered for myself.”

He’ll know. And now, I looked at it again. A full-page, bullet-pointed, bolded guide titled “Mr Blackwood’s Coffee: Do Not Deviate”. I squinted at it like it was some kind of ancient spellbook. Or worse—blueprints for constructing a bomb. “Two full tablespoons of espresso grind. Not coarse. Not fine. Medium-dark roast only.” “Heat milk separately. Not more than 60 seconds. Use a thermometer. If no thermometer, pray.”

I tell him. “Let me get you some new stuff I’ve been working on. I’ll put it in a cup of tea for you. It’s called concentrate. It’s exactly what it sounds like, a blood concentrate so that you get all your needs in smaller volumes. It blends easily in any beverage that you want. It’s not mass produced yet.” “I’m intrigued, show it to me?” I tell him. He grabs my hand gently and leads me to the kitchen and pulled out a small red bottle and a dropper. He grabbed a mug, brewed some tea, and then dropped 3 drops from the red bottle.

I stopped on my track when I saw Kaye trying her best to slowly close the door. I bite my lips to prevent myself from laughing because of how she look right now. She really doesn’t want to wake me up. “Thank you for waking me up from a bad nightmare.” 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!

Just the thought of how it would taste was enough to leave me thirsty. Stiles stepped up next. “I'll take a cold brew, medium size. No sugar, but can you add a splash of almond milk?” The barista confirmed both of our orders with a cheerful nod. “Got it. A grande vanilla latte with oat milk and an extra shot for you, and a medium cold brew with almond milk for you. That’ll be $11.” Well, I remembered vividly that in my dad's firm, things like this were usually paid for and the staffs got them freely.

I jerk my head towards an ornate container on the kitchen archipelago, “Take a look in there and tell me if you see anything good.” “How about you Danilo? What’d you want? I’ll make it for you.” “You know me, just plain ol’ iced coffee.” He peers over my shoulder so that he could observe the proper way to work the antique. “Why didn’t you say so in the beginning? I can do you one better. We always have cold brew on hand. And the shelf to the right of the stove has syrups and stuff, go nuts.” Danilo squeaks in excitement, “Oh hell yeah!”