Manager, I Really Didn't Mean to Transmigrate

With less than half an hour until closing, the manager told me to dump the pearls that were nearing their expiration date. I couldn't bring myself to throw them away.

While she went to the back to get the chilled ingredients, I went wild shaking up a drink with double pearls and double milk foam, also known as the Brown Sugar Everything-in Milk Foam Special.

When a vortex started spinning at the bottom of the cup, I thought I'd shaken it too hard and was seeing things. Then I opened my eyes again, and there was a sea breeze, a wooden boat, and the smell of cooking oil from a kitchen.

The curly-browed guy beside me turned around and asked, "What's that drink in your hand?"

I handed it to him to try. He set down his frying pan and said, "You're hired. The dessert station is yours."

I looked down at the cup. A line of text suddenly appeared at the bottom: Recipe recorded.

Uh... Manager, this really isn't my fault.

[Comedic Banter] [The Myriad Worlds] [Lighthearted Everyday Life] No angst, so dive right in with confidence.