234 – The Mysterious Masked Maid Suisei Z
Kim Yoo-seong! Who he is!
A part of the dark student council that rules the academy, a legendary man who has built countless legends even during his short two-year schooling period!
According to the rumors circulating within the academy, in fact, his identity is that he is the only heir to the SUPER NINJA assassination power at the end of the century, that he fought the ninja corps in a hotel with an overwhelming margin of 1:100, or that he is the boss of the Russian Red Mafia. There was a story about a son-in-law who was eyeing him, but I didn’t believe it because it was so absurd.
‘In the first place, it’s not some kind of cartoon, how many idiots believe in such nonsense?’
Even if you’re crazy about pretty girl cosplay and manga, you won’t mistake the boundary between 2D and 3D.
Because it is in the otaku industry that even if you are afraid of bullying and prejudiced stares around you, you become more strict with your own actions.
‘It must have been a rumor that was inflated after seeing balloon muscles made of steroids.’
Because I’m used to insiders contemplating people based only on their appearance.
‘Hey! Hey! Komikawa draws dirty pictures again!’
‘Ah… Stop….’
‘Hzmlug~’
In her own school days, which flowed like a panorama of her moments, Komikawa’s eyes turned hazy without knowing it, but she quickly wiped her tears with her handkerchief and went to the window where Kim Yoo-seong guided her. Sat in the side seat.
‘Yes! Let’s not be discouraged! Me!’
No matter how frightening it may look, the other person is also a human being made of cloth, just like himself.
Not to mention I came as a guest, so there was no need to be afraid of it.
Eventually, as he and her friend sat down, Yuseong Kim, dressed in a maid’s uniform, bent her back slightly and said,
“Would you like to order, sir?”
‘Voice muffled!!’
The other party is obviously entertaining normally, but because of the cave-like bass, it feels as if he is being forcibly taken by a moneylender and is undergoing debt collection.
“Mmm, look at the menu…”
When Gomikawa asked for the menu board in a crawling voice, the maid Kim Yoo-seong quickly took out the menu board from her apron.
“Today’s recommendation is Chinese-style omurice and dandan noodles.”
“Chu, Chinese style?”
Is it a maid cafe?
“I am confident in the taste. I cook it myself.”
However, at Yuseong Kim’s additional explanation, Gomikawa had no choice but to shut her mouth without realizing it.
‘Originally, food sold at maid cafes is famous for its poor cost performance, but 1500 yen at cultural festivals is still….’
Gomikawa, who instantly came to his senses when he saw the price, tried to order a relatively cheap drink instead of a meal, but his friend Yoshida ordered it right away, as if he couldn’t overcome Yuseong Kim’s subtle pressure.
“Two, give me both!”
Are you crazy! Yoshida!
This isn’t in the middle of Akiba, and you can only burn 3,000 yen per meal at the cultural festival cafe!
Komikawa looked at her friend Yoshida with a surprised expression, but Yoshida, who had already been consumed by fear, went mad and was delirious.
“Heh, hehehe.”
‘Kuk! If I don’t wake up straight!’
Gomikawa, who had a strange hostility toward Kim Yoo-seong, who forcibly sold food to a sky-like guest, gritted her teeth and said.
“I would like this coffee and madeleine set, please.”
“Thank you for your order.”
After looking at himself with a strangely regretful expression, Kim Yu-seong turns his back and enters the kitchen.
Feeling pleasure from that, Gomikawa muttered with a twisted smile inside her.
‘What a pity! Yuseong Kim! I won this time!’
But 10 minutes later, Komikawa couldn’t help but regret her choice.
***
“The Chinese-style omurice and dandan noodles you ordered.”
Fuhuaaagh!
As soon as you open the lid, the overwhelming scent spreads throughout the classroom.
It is not the workmanship of a clumsy student, but the overwhelming build quality as if it was made by a first-class chef working in a 5-star hotel.
Even the red soup with a slightly spicy yet sweet scent!
Contrary to what he initially expected, what was placed in front of Yoshida’s eyes was an excellent Chinese dish.
“And this is a coffee and madeleine set.”
“Aww!”
What! The difference!
It’s completely different from what I thought.
She thought she was the one who made rational consumption, but when she opened the lid, it was she who chose the 800 yen coffee and madeleine set that turned into a black cow.
To avoid such a cruel reality, she happily looks away from her friend at dinner and shoves coffee and madeleine into her mouth.
Familiar taste of industrial products.
‘It’s not that it doesn’t taste good! It’s not that there isn’t one!’
The food her friend was eating looked so delicious right in front of her eyes.
“Hey!”
“Yes?”
“Can I order more Chinese-style omurice here?”
As the saying goes, dango rather than flowers, in the end, it was Komikawa who knelt down in front of a raging appetite.
***
“Kyaaak! It’s been great since day one!”
From behind, I hear the voices of the female students in the cooking department.
That’s also true, because the maid cafe that just started was overcrowded with customers from other classes less than an hour later.
Actually, the reason why this mere ordinary cosplay cafe was able to become such a success was all thanks to the two meal menus I prepared.
Chinese-style omurice and tandan noodles.
This is the result of Ayase, the class president, trusting me completely and commissioning me, the son of a chef.
In the case of Chinese-style omurice, the contents of ordinary omurice are filled with Chinese fried rice, and in the case of dandan noodles, peanut butter is used as a base and simple seafood, vegetables, and minced meat are added.
Actually, there are limits to the food that can be cooked in the classroom.
Especially in the case of Chinese food, where firepower is important, difficulties arise in many ways if cooked in a fist-pumped way, so I used a little expedient.
The Chinese fried rice used as the contents of the omurice is a stir-fry at home before going to school and used it as an ingredient, and the tandan noodles are commercially available Chinese noodles with homemade sauce and ingredients divided according to the amount to simplify cooking. Conceived
As a result, the scent of authentic Chinese cuisine, which cannot be tasted at ordinary maid cafes, has made a great contribution to attracting customers.
“Two omurice and one dandan noodles at table 3!”
“Do the dishes here quickly! I’m running out of dishes!”
Boys in maid outfits run around like crazy.
Of course, the female students in butler uniforms were busy as well.
Honestly, even if it wasn’t a maid cafe at this point? I think it’s okay, but it’s okay because I can still enjoy my eyes.
I was cleaning the frying pan with that thought in mind.
“Hey! You don’t have to answer when someone calls! Gomi!”
There was a commotion outside.
***
In the end, he couldn’t resist the delicious smell and ordered Chinese-style omurice, but he did not regret his choice.
‘Delicious!’
The white grains of rice coated with chili oil mix harmoniously in your mouth with various vegetables and egg yolk.
The more you chew, the more you can feel the savory taste of rice and the taste of fatty meat.
The spiciness of the red pepper oil clearly caught the point that could easily feel greasy.
“Ha, heh, ha, heh.”
While continuing the lonely battle between fried rice and himself, exhaling hot breath, omurice, which has almost half disappeared, comes into view.
‘Is it only half left?’
Not half left yet, only half left.
Awkward!
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Gomikawa, who usually doesn’t have much appetite for food, was surprised that she had thought of this, and unconsciously looked towards her kitchen.
‘This food was said to have been made by Yuseong Kim.’
Perhaps the reason she misunderstood only by looking at her appearance was that she was herself.
Because a person who can make such great food can’t be a bad person.
‘If I see you again, I’ll apologize.’
Thinking of that, he laughed, and it was time for Komikawa to start eating again.
Puck!
“Hey! You don’t have to answer when someone calls! Gomi!”
Someone suddenly hit me in the back of the head.
“…….”
Komikawa, immersed in her own world, returned to her reality and looked back at her with a bewildered expression.
And then, without realizing it, I distorted my expression.
The one who hit him in the back of the head was Nagamatsu, one of those who bullied him in class.
And seeing Gomikawa’s expression like that, Nagamatsu smiled and said,
“Hey, straighten your face. Anyone who sees it will know I’ve been bullying you.”
“Don’t do this here, Nagamatsu. People are watching.”
“Don’t do this? Are you ordering me right now? You’ve grown up a lot? Gomi subject.”
Puck! Puck!
Ignoring his words, Nagamatsu kept banging his head.
But he knew what would happen if he rebelled against him here, so Gomikawa gritted his teeth and waited for the humiliating moment to pass.
“Hey, hey, what are those eyes? Are you going to kill people?”
However, perhaps he was conscious of the gaze of the people around him, Nagamatsu persistently harassed him today, and the moment his friend Yoshida, who was watching him in front of him, couldn’t stand it and tried to leave,
“Stop it.”
Aww!
“What, what!”
Nagamatsu looked back in amazement when he saw the thick hand that had suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Standing in front of it was a suspiciously muscular maid with a mask covering her face.
“Violence is prohibited on campus.”
“Ki, Yuseong Kim!”
“…I’m not Yuseong Kim.”
As he said that, he pointed to the name tag on the chest of his maid’s uniform.
“It’s Suisei Z (ZANG).”