Chapter 101: Mr. Browning’s Open-Air Classroom
Chapter 101: Mr. Browning’s Open-Air Classroom
""So sweet!!""The two middle-aged men harmonized in perfect unison. Of course, when they let out a voice like that, every girl in the shop turned to look. Even the waitress was staring. I shrank into my seat in embarrassment and quietly ate my pudding. Oblivious to how I felt, the two uncles were getting more and more excited.
"It’s really sweet!"
"Yeah, they’re using good quality sugar!"
"You can’t get this without fresh milk!"
"The melon is sweet too!"
"The strawberries are sweet as well. I wonder where they’re shipped from!"
"At this price, it’s actually a bargain!"
"You’re right. I’m really glad I got to come today. Robi— I mean, Your— Young Master, thank you so much for bringing us! Ahahaha!"
The high, sweet voices of the girls mixed with the deep voices of the two uncles, creating a truly surreal scene inside the shop. It felt like only my seat existed in a completely different dimension.
I had already finished my pudding first, so I silently listened as the two of them chattered while eating. They scraped up every last bit of cream with their spoons, and still weren’t satisfied—they started to lift the containers to lick them.
"Stop! Please stop licking them!"
I said hurriedly. Both men snapped back to reality and gave awkward smiles. I must have been making a very sour face, because they quickly apologized.
"Young Master, sorry about that."
"We’re truly sorry. It was so delicious we lost ourselves for a moment."
They bowed their heads, but their faces were clearly still smiling. They didn’t feel bad at all. Ugh, I’ve had enough. I firmly decided: I’m never bringing these two here again. Absolutely never! (Though raising that kind of flag is probably a bad idea.)
The two of them were completely satisfied, while I was thoroughly embarrassed. Just as we were about to leave the shop,
"Excuse me, could I have a receipt?"
Lake asked the cashier with a completely straight face. The waitress’s eyes widened.
"Huh?"
Exactly! Of course she was shocked! Asking for a receipt at a fruit parlor was probably unheard of. Honestly, I didn’t even know if the concept of "receipts" existed in this world. The waitress seemed to have the same reaction—she didn’t even recognize the word. She went to the back to ask.