pulling himself up again and with the most innocent expression he could at the moment.
"What kind of weird hedgehog is there on the table?"
Ran: "That's right, I noticed that before too."
A wooden cylinder, about eight inches high, stood on the table in the middle, on which sat another metal object, which was reminiscent of a sewing pillow: a rounded surface with many, distributed holes in which small wooden sticks stuck - obviously toothpicks.
"This is one of the decorative ideas I was talking about. The head chef had this idea a few years ago. The local food and clientele have led to the frequent use of toothpicks. Unfortunately, afterwards, they are not very easy to carry on the plates , they slide too easily, even for a trained waiter, if he has to carry too many plates.Hence this device. The toothpicks are marked. "
She pointed to a small, green rubber ring on one side of each toothpick, took one out, and used it to reveal another red ring.
"You take one, use it, then put it back upside down so that no one else uses it and after every meal the waiter only takes this toothy hedgehog, as they call it, to exchange introduced this device. And that should sell pretty well. "
"They all seem to be business people here, including waiters and cooks."
"Well, you adapt not only to the demand, but also to the inquirer. My father often says that when he talks about, in his opinion, well-organized companies and their boards of directors.
Oh I think Sayuki is coming. "
The young waitress was serving coffee for dessert at Nabuko Higunara's table, bowed and walked straight towards the four of them.Sayuki: "Voila. Pardonnez moi. It took a little longer, but the drinks and salads, if you wish, are now ready immediately." Room drove through.
Shout like "Boss, what about you?" came from the table she had just left and when she and the others turned there, Mr. Higunara was already lifeless on the floor.