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

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

In the box, amid the neat and delicate slogans of the waiter, the sound of fruit being squeezed and shattered one after another.

"Hohohohohoho...what an amazing juice pressing technique and deformation factor! 』

"Ordinary 'OmakaseJuice' is not enough, let me pour the water of life and German stout for you, and set this feast on fire... ton ton ton ton..."

"Bastard Kengo, don't bring the bad habit of 'depthcharge' of the Kendo club with you! 』

Mixed in between are the enthusiastic cheers of Araki Sousuke and the cluttered applause.

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

"Deliberately closing the door and using freshly squeezed juice to disguise the smell of the traded items is considered a comprehensive method, but unfortunately I can't hide the old man's pair of Zhao Feng ears..."

"Hmph, do you want to disguise the lively scene from the sound effect and cover up the real movement of the transaction? No wonder you want to find so many people with you... Let me confirm it with my own eyes..."

Just when Hiroshi Changtian pouted his hips, leaned out in a "hidden" posture, kept getting closer to the box door, and was about to open the door to find out...

A slim shadow obscured the light above his head.

"This customer, the 'Omakase Juice' you ordered is here, can I serve it for you now?"

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

"Guest, guest?!"

In the small bowl in her hand, there are sweet oranges, grapes and lemons and other fruits impressively.

"Oh...oh...please..."

『Is the transaction on my side starting too? 』

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

"But, where did she hide the 'goods' of the transaction? I don't have it in the bowl, could it be on my body..."

Resisting the itch in his nostrils, he glanced wildly at the Bikini waiter and the things in her hands with his scorching eyes, suddenly freezing somewhere...

"Damn, I can't see it at all. It's for the convenience of storing goods, so the waiters have hired 'G'... Wait, what is this? ! 』

Hiroshi Changtian noticed that compared to before, the waiter's upper body seemed to have changed a bikini.

No longer a bouncy, quick-drying material, but a small, almost invisible, drill-like semi-circular threaded thing.

"Home, household handmade juicer? ! 』

He instantly recognized that the two connected in front of the other party were the very common silicone household handmade juicer that retails at 800 yen from Don Quixote.

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

However, with the popularity of "electric slag-free juicer" and "portable juice cup", these things have long become the tears of the times.

"Today I used Saga Prefecture Karatsu mandarin oranges, Miyazaki Prefecture Meier lemons, and Saitama Prefecture sunshine muscadine grapes, all within the 'best time to eat'..."

Seemingly accustomed to the scorching gazes of guests, the waitress has skillfully cut lemons, oranges and grapes in half...

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

Just when Hiroshi Changtian introduced the fruit in the bowl seriously and showed no sign of "dealing", his eyes gradually became empty...

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

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

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

In the slogan with pain in her hard work, she exerted force with both hands and squeezed the silicone juicer into an unpredictable shape...

That hydrating Saga Karatsu mandarin spews out a lot of juice!

"How many, what amazing elasticity and deformation, and this natural drainage system..."

In Hiroshi Hiroshi's pupils, the orange juice, which was thick and viscous because of its abundant sugar, wetted the dazzling skin, and then flowed down the ravine that acted as a funnel, dripping into the transparent juice cup...

"W-I see, so this is 'OmakaseJuice'..."

Along with the juice dripped synchronously, there were two nosebleeds on his long and narrow man.

"Guest, guest...you're bleeding...does it matter?"

"It doesn't matter, the weather has been too dry recently..."

With his eyes fixed on the half of the gradually shriveled sweet orange, Hiroshi Changda casually stuffed a tissue into his nostrils, refusing the waiter's concern righteously.

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

After a minute.

"Freshly pressed 'OmakaseJuice' has been completed~lightnovelpub.net~ Please use it slowly."

Picking up the shriveled peels and small bowls of sweet oranges, grapes and lemons, the messy waiter bowed and retreated under Hiroshi Changtian's unfulfilled gaze...

On the table, there was a glass of mixed juice that was 80% full.

"Retract the foreword..."

Because his nostrils were stuffed with tissues, Hiroshi Hitachi, who could only breathe with his mouth wide open like a fish ashore, picked up the warm juice on the table with a flushed face, and took a small sip...

“This is a nice shop!”

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

Tasting the sweet and slightly sour juice, Hiroshi Changda replayed the shocking scenes from a minute ago in his mind frame by frame...

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

"Please, please add four additional copies of 'Double OmakaseJuice' immediately, thank you! 』

"Additional?! You can even double... double?!"

At the same time, in the box next door where the freshly squeezed "Omakase Juice" was finished, there were words that made Hiroshi Hitachi's veins burst.

"Unforgivable... Bastard, this place is not an 'underground exchange of spirit removal materials' at all..."

Awakened to his original intention by the unruly and lavish words in the box, Hiroshi Tsutoda stood up abruptly, sprayed the two blood-stained paper **** from his nostrils like an angry bull, strode to the box, and put his hand on the thin on the wooden sliding door...

"You idiots who don't know what to do, wasting the precious working time of the old man for an afternoon, are you really just because you received bonuses and came to this kind of pub izakaya?!"