"Cough! Cough!"
Heisuke immediately covered his mouth, letting one of his hands go from the platform trolley handle. The faint burning sensation in his throat was intolerable to him.
"Heisuke, are you alright?" Yoichi, a tall and burly young man glanced at him. He was also transporting goods that had been unloaded from the trucks that arrived at this time.
"I'm fine," answered Heisuke hoarsely.
He picked up a thermal flask that was strapped to his waist. It was his mother's ginger tea. After taking a few chugs of the hot drink, the pain in his throat lessened.
As he had sensed it before, both his mother and Hisaki's honey ginger tea tasted just the same. If there were differences, it was just a minor one.
"Don't you wanna take a break?" Tadao inquired, "Man, you look so sick ah."
Heisuke put on a faint smile. He wiped the sweats that were beading on his forehead, "Let's just finish this round and have an early break?"
"Sounds good," The others agreed.
