Working at Sol's Coffee House

Chapter Seven: The Kingdom of the Other World

Ever since Mr. Al tasted the Carbonara that I served him yesterday, He gave me an order to cook for him 2 meals a day and eat with him. Good thing I woked up early this morning to prepare for him. I look at the antique-looking working clock hanging on the wall of the Underground Kitchen.

6:14 am

I check the fridge that I recommended him to order to avoid spillage of food, and he did buy it but I never thought that it would be the latest model and the expensive one too. He's Mr. Al and a Nophir.

Do Nophirs need to eat?

I quickly shook that thought off me and examined the fridge, I only bought a couple of vegetables and a dozen of eggs. There is not much food since I only shopped for the Carbonara recipe. I checked the freezer and see that there is the remaining pack of bacon.

For breakfast is Bacon and Eggs and Supper will be Sandwiches.

I grabbed the remaining pack of Frozen Bacon and 4 eggs from the fridge and put it at the wooden table and then get the frying pan hanging on the wall along with other sets of pans and wash it in the sink.

I clean it with a clean rag and put it on the stove. I grabbed the firewood and put it beneath the stove and lit it with a match. As the pan heats and pour the oil into the pan and wait until it forms to bubbles, I put 3 pieces of bacon and they start sizzling. Next part, I crack the eggs and slowly pour it on to the pan one by one beside of the bacon as they cook, I grabbed 2 clean plates from the shelves and put the fried eggs as soon as they were done as well as the bacon. I did the same as mine but a small quantity. After I placed them to the plates and to avoid cooling quickly I covered Mr. Al's plate with a stainless steel food cover cloche that I've found while cleaning the kitchen a while ago. Then lastly grab the clean glass cup and pour it with water and Ice cubes from the freezer, I took off my white Apron and hang in somewhere clean.

I carry Mr. Al's food first and travel to the Dining room, the next one is mine. The glasses of cold water. Lastly the Utensils.

I check the beautiful antique clock in the living room.

"6:45 am"

The table is now set and ready to eat for breakfast. Now let's go get Mr. Altair

I fixed myself up and climbed upstairs. I cross the long hallway and turned right and see the heavy looking white door with a carving symbol on it.

Mr. Al's room is also inside the Nophirring Portal, Apparently, it is a door that will take you to another dimension, location, and space. So anything is possible. If I need to call him I just need to knock 2 times and say what my name and purpose and the message will directly lead to his room but never to open the door or it will permanently blind me from the white light.

Just like what I remembered, I knock 2 times.

"This is Winter Mr. Al! Breakfast is Ready!" I said and after I said it, the white door suddenly opens and quickly close my eyes.

"Let's eat," Mr. Al says as he closes the door and opens my eyes. He's really a handsome man with his ethereal beauty and elegance to it. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt paired with black pants. He passes by me and went downstairs as I followed him behind with a correct posture to look like a perfect maid.

We arrived at the Dining room and he sits at the head chair and looks at the metal cover. I cover my meal with my body not showing it to him since I had no reason to put mine. I removed the lid and show the meal to him in an extravagant way as possible.

"Bacon and Eggs Sunny side up style for breakfast Enjoy!" I said and put aside the lid. I sat down and wait for him to eat. He picks up his utensils and slowly starts eating the meal. This was a custom of where I worked at before I resigned. I must never eat first before the boss or the employer. I must wait for them to pick up their utensils and eat. If I do eat before the boss, the punishment would be severe just for a dining etiquette. But it wasn't just simple as that, it was an act of defiance and disloyalty towards the one who owns us. So I have to wait and endure, but the thing is they rather talk than eat. They would engage in conversation for minutes to hours ending their meal and didn't even bother to eat at all, leaving me and the others starving. I really hate that, sometimes we couldn't eat for 3 days because of that custom, the reason I was malnutrition and petite and also affects my height.