I (30), Who Works for a Black Company and Died While Regretting My Gloomy Life,

Chapter 23

23-last spurt

　In the crowded classroom, wearing a happi coat and a twisted headband, I was standing in the middle of a terrible battlefield with three girls from my class who agreed with my decision. My decision was that we couldn't call someone who has already made plans and that the four of us will have to do our best without backup.

"Six Bakim, six Shiso pork, and six Anko! Seat 2!"

"Roger! Six Bakim! Six Shiso pork! Six Anko! Seat 2!"

(The current takeout orders are three normal takoyakis, three Russian takoyaki sets, and three Anko takoyakis. It will take 20 seconds to bake! The new order is six Bakim, six Shiso pork, and six Anko takoyakis ...... the ingredients are set, and the dough is poured!)

　The trouble is that you can't tell what's inside the food once it's baked, except for the Akashiyaki menu.

　Normally, one person is in charge of one takoyaki machine, so it's not so difficult to keep track of the ingredients. However, when one person is in charge of all three machines, they begin to have a nervous breakdown in a vast sea of dough, relying only on their 's memory.

(Damn ......! The reason for the difficulty level being this high is definitely the sheer number of items on the menu! Oh man, I'm such an idiot! I originally had five menu items from my initial plan, and now our class added another one, that's just too many!)

"Shijoin-san, please bring the plates! One white, one rainbow, and one black!

"Oh, I got it!

　Shijoin-san, who was busily pouring juice into paper cups, brought out paper plates.

　Since you can't tell the taste of the food from its appearance, the color of the plate is used to identify the flavor: white is for the normal takoyaki, rainbow is for the Russian takoyaki set, and black for those with anko.

　Then I put the corresponding flavored takoyaki on the plate, and Shijoin-san put bonito flakes, aonori (dried seaweed), mayonnaise, and sauce on all but the ones with anko, and it was done.

　By the way, the Akashiyaki is served in mini bowls filled with soup stock.

"Fumihashi, three normal, one Russian, and three Anko, here you go! It's for seat number 5!

"Yes, yes! I'm coming! Ugh, it's still too hard!"

The only person in charge of serving the food, Fumihashi, whined as she carried the newly cooked takoyaki. The customers take care of the task of throwing away the plates and leftovers, but even so, it must be very hard for one person to cover the entire classroom.

"Yes, here is your 20 yen change! Next order! Six bakim, six normal, one cola, one ginger, all for takeout!"

"Two Orange for seat 1! Two Cokes and two Ciders for seat 3. Please!"

"Here you go, sir! Oh, excuse me! All additional orders must be ordered with meal tickets.　Please put the leftover drinks in that bucket over there!"

　Kazamihara, Shijoin-san, and Fumihashi are doing a very good job.

　To be honest, they're working harder than I ever imagined they could, but ...... the burden hasn't decreased at all!

　After all, the customers keep coming.

　The reason for this is probably Shijoin-san.

　She's wearing a shiny yukata, but now she's sweating, which makes her look very attractive to men, and even though she's in the kitchen, she's drawing more and more male customers into the classroom.