In the evening of the next day, Kitahara Shuji pierced the altar to the stove temporarily supported in front of the door of the pure flavor house, and this altar Buddha jumped over the wall and simmered for 18 hours, which was the time when the color and fragrance were complete.

He turned up the fire of the makeshift stove, making the altar Buddha jump over the wall to boil again, and the five sisters of the Fukuzawa family went to the hospital to accompany them except for Xueli, and everyone else was watching from the side.

Haruna looked at the jar carefully, and Fuyumi looked a little uneasy, and couldn't help asking, "Is this really useful?"

Kitahara Shuji put up a price tag next to it, which reads "2899 yen/cup".

Dongmei looked at the price, and couldn't help it, and asked again: "It's too expensive, let's pursue capital preservation first, right?"

Kitahara Shuji glanced at Dongmei helplessly, she had been saying these words for an afternoon, and he really didn't find out that Dongmei was such a conservative person before-this guy's mentality is actually quite sensitive and fragile, and he is prone to gains and losses, no wonder he always loses his temper.

He smiled at Dongmei and tried his best to comfort him: "This is already sold cheaply, and our store can't do it, we have to change to a five-star one, and this cup is not sold for 18,000, I would rather put it in the trash." ”

The name of "China's No. 1 Soup" is worth this price, although the main ingredients are weaker, not as high-end and luxurious as the real thing, but Kitahara Shuji's craftsmanship is there, and there are skills to cheer up, he really feels that it is cheaper to sell - mainly for advertising, if it is not for the sake of regaining popularity, he will not choose such a tiring and tiring dish.

Are you joking about the dishes served at the state banquet of the Empire, the number one foodie on earth?

Haruna pulled Dongmei next to her and said softly, "Sister, don't do this!"

Since you have chosen to believe in others, then you don't always show fear after your ass, isn't that annoying?

Kitahara Shuji didn't care about Dongmei anymore, and began to gently uncover the lotus leaf of the sealed altar - this is a fat-bellied Arhat altar, which used to contain 32 catties of old rice wine, and I don't know which god shipped it to Japan, and this jar wine alone cost them a lot of money.

Fuyumi nervously watched Kitahara Shuji's movements, although Kitahara Shuji made a low-profile version of the Buddha jumping over the wall, and the ingredients selected were not outrageously expensive, but this jar was also the living expenses of Fukuzawa's family for more than a month, if she smashed it in her hands, she could only eat it at home, she really had to spurt out a mouthful of blood three feet away.

Layer by layer of lotus leaves were revealed, and the fragrance gradually revealed one by one, and Kitahara Shuji, who was closest to him first, couldn't help but swallow saliva first - very loud, like an instinct from genes, uncontrollable, saliva is naturally secreted, swallowing it is better than flowing out of Halazi!

followed by Dongmei, she was washed by this strong fragrance, and she also swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and Haruna followed, and Xia Ori Xia Sha finally followed, as if she was doing some kind of saliva swallowing competition.

Kitahara Shuji didn't stop moving in his hands, and he was a little surprised when he smelled this strange fragrance.

It seems that the small probability of the level increase of the dish in the [God of Food] has been triggered, and the effect is much better than expected, although the quality of the main ingredients used in this jar "Monk Jumping over the Wall" is very poor, and there is basically no nourishing effect, but in terms of taste alone, maybe it is not inferior compared to the legendary level of famous chefs.

This should be a very small probability event that can be encountered but not sought.

And when the lotus leaves are completely uncovered, the strange fragrance is even stronger, winding and drifting to the street, and the strange fragrance of various ingredients that are perfectly integrated into one is mixed with the warm aroma of wine, which goes straight to the face of people and goes straight to the heart.

Fuyumi has nothing to say, and Haruna is shocked. She has limited knowledge and can't tell the level of cooking, but this fragrance can't deceive people, and even she is hesitant to take out three thousand yen to taste it when she smells this strange fragrance - when Kitahara Shuiji came to work three months ago, his skills looked similar to his own, and there was such a big difference after only three months?

Is the kind of "talented person" that Daddy often talks about so terrifying?

Xia Zhi Xia Sha, the two heartless swallowed saliva and exchanged glances, squeezed to Kitahara Xiuji's side together, and said in unison: "Ernie sauce, it's so fragrant, can you give us a bowl?"

These two little guys are gifted, and their voices are crispy to the bone, and Kitahara Shuji belongs to the kind of people who like children, and is always quite tolerant of children.

Dongmei is not as good at talking as him, seeing that there are already passers-by smelling the fragrance and looking at it curiously, she turned around and dragged the collar of Xia Weaving Xia Sha into the door, shouting: "Sell the rest for you to eat, and now you are ready to open a store!"

Haruna must have listened to the eldest sister, stepped forward and took Kitahara Shuji's long-handled spoon, bowed slightly, and said, "General, please go to the kitchen!"

Kitahara Shuji showed super strength, and she felt that she had to show the corresponding respect, and she doubled her politeness by three points in her tone, which can already be called respectful.

Kitahara Shuji was speechless, and after thinking about it, he didn't know what to say, and finally he had to owe himself: "Okay, go to the kitchen." ”

He went straight to the back of the kitchen counter, straightened his cooking clothes, put on his chef's hat, and Haruna also wrapped her head with a cloth towel, and looked at the door of the store with a calm expression, ready to give Kitahara Shuji a hand - the pure taste house has reopened, and the second generation of chef Kitahara is in charge of the cooking.

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"Excuse me!" Mitsuhiko Kimura gently lifted the curtain and entered the humble street shop. If it weren't for the fact that he smelled too fragrant and he himself was too hungry when passing by, this kind of nameless shop would not be easily set foot in - if he was seen by his colleagues entering and leaving this kind of store and lost his identity, it was a serious problem, and others would think that he could not get out of the original class, and he could not become a big climate without a pattern.

Dongmei was still serving as a hostess, and when she saw Kimura Mitsuhiko coming in, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she took a closer look at his clothes, and found that the other party was wearing a high-end suit, with a gold-plated badge of "eight" on his left chest, and hurriedly rushed up and bowed straight, shouting: "Welcome, please sit here." ”

It's really so quick to trick one in.,Look at the badge This guy is an employee of the Nagoya Union Bank.,Although it can't be a cadre or something at this age.,But in terms of the income of this kind of person.,Standard fat sheep.。

The situation in Japan is different from that in China, where large banks are not required by non-elite students, and where the real elite gathers, the income of civil servants of the same level is enough for these people to receive subsidies - after all, large banks are the core of the three-in-one strategy of the Japanese foundation.

Kimura Mitsuhiko is also twenty-six or seventeen years old, but his personality is very calm, very elite white-collar style, suddenly saw a radish head rushing over, and was not surprised, but bowed his head slightly and followed to the kitchen to sit down, and then turned his head to look at the entire izakaya, and found that the decoration here is very tasteless, there is a kind of Showa era of relics, probably that is the place where the average company junior employee drinks two glasses of bad wine after work and scolds his boss.

He slightly regretted entering this kind of shop, and when he looked up at the chef again, he frowned even more - the general of this shop is too young, isn't it? This can no longer be explained by the tenderness of the face.

Dongmei is very polite, Pure Flavor House has been open for more than two years, and I have never seen a few such high-end fat sheep, and I am very attentive at this time. First a hot towel was served, then barley tea was served, and then very politely asked, "What do you want to use?"

Mitsuhiko Kimura was also an ordinary college student before he entered a big bank, and he was no stranger to this kind of izakaya, so he casually glanced at the cooking card hanging on the wall, and was stunned to find that this restaurant looked ordinary, and he really had a hand at slaughtering people, and the prices of these dishes were not lost to those famous traditional restaurants.

But he didn't mind, it was no more expensive than the money for a bottle of champagne in a high-end club, so he just rubbed his nose - the strange aroma was even stronger when he entered it, and said casually: "A stew at the door, a glass of draft beer, and the rest will be ...... Let the general take the idea!"

Kitahara Shuji is too young, and he doesn't scream well.

Fuyumi nodded and said, "Yes, guest! A cup full of blessings, two à la carte side dishes, and a glass of draft beer!" After reporting the order, she went to the door and stood on the small bench with a long-handled spoon and opened it - three thousand yen into the account, this thing can really be sold!

And Kitahara Shuji smiled, took a small bottle of chilled shochu and put it in front of Kimura Mitsuhiko, and said politely: "Mantang Fu is more suitable with small burning, this is given by our store, please use it slowly." ”

The name of the Buddha jumping over the wall can't be translated directly, there are many Buddhists in Japan, and it is easy to cause religious disputes, and the monk who jumped over the wall from Kitahara Xiuji is even more, in case a real monk comes in, it is really embarrassing, so Dongmei asked him to take another high-grade alias and hang it on the wall.

She just wants to make money and support her younger siblings, but she doesn't want to get into trouble.

Kitahara Shuji was also up to her, and casually took a festive point, and tasting this dish is indeed a cool little roast.

Kimura Mitsuhiko didn't expect this young general to be quite exquisite, and he was going to pay a little tip to offset the wine money later, so he sat on the single seat in front of the kitchen and smiled, and said thank you very politely, and then his eyes were attracted by the small soup bowl brought by Fuyumi, and Kitahara Shuji asked again: "Is it okay to choose crab roe roe and sauce tofu for the side dishes?"

It is not okay to use all Chinese food, after all, the customer base is foreigners, and it is necessary to respect the local customs as much as possible.

Kimura Mitsuhiko answered absentmindedly, his mind was all on the small bowl of steaming "stew" in front of him, he titheed his hands together, and then picked up a spoon and scooped up a piece of dried scallops.

This stirred, the fragrance was even stronger, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva again, then he blew lightly and sent it into his mouth, and just chewed it, the soup in the scallops gushed out, obviously chewing the shellfish into shreds, but salty, fragrant, tender, smooth, fresh have emerged, and the layers are clear, mixed but not messy, and the wine fragrance is gathered together, it can be called a thousand tastes.

He couldn't help but pick up the small soup bowl and take a sip of thick soup, and there was a feeling of taste explosion on his tongue, and a strong sense of pleasure rose in his heart, and he seemed to understand the kind of "little happiness" that Haruki Murakami said in an instant.

There may be many kinds of happiness, but the bowl of soup in front of you represents the kind of beauty that is fleeting but forever in my heart.

As a new employee in the largest bank in the Guanzhong area, Kimura Mitsuhiko still has a lot of competitive pressure, for fear that one day he will be sent to another company as an expatriate, or be kicked to the countryside, or even sent to the unlucky Southeast Asia station, and his future will be ruined, so he usually patronizes high-end clubs, looking for female public relations to talk about drinking, and he is addicted to smoking, just to relieve stress, and after drinking this soup, he suddenly feels a lot more relaxed.

He liked this feeling very much, and tasted it slowly, and was reluctant to drink it for a while, and Kitahara Shuji was holding the glutinous rice skin and rolling the crab roe, and looked up at him, but he felt that this guy was calm enough - this kind of small bowl was going to be changed in the snow, and it was gone after a roll with his tongue out, and the effect was the same as that of the second senior brother eating ginseng fruit.

This guy is a good eater, a real eater.

He was more attentive in his hands, wanting to keep the extraordinarily dressed guy in front of him as an old customer, and the pure taste house also began to enter the zero zero thirty-three, and Dongmei was pleasantly surprised - there were many people who were going to go to the ARA new style izakaya, during this time the store was on fire, and when he walked to the door and smelled the fragrance, he turned into the pure taste house, and even Dongmei recognized the two "traitor" old customers who had taken refuge in the opposite side before.

She smiled more and more sweetly, sharpened the knife in her heart repeatedly, and prepared to come in today and slaughter one by one, and she had to cut down these fat sheep.