Chapter 12: Shopping Street Stories (Part I)

Amiyokocho, shopping street. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

In the evening, the shopping street is even more lively than during the day, with a constant stream of people coming and going.

A transport truck stopped at the door of the fish shop, several strong men were unloading, and one of the middle-aged uncles put down the ice seafood box, wiped his sweat, and happened to see the teenager coming out of the depths of the street.

"Ah Yu, these fish are very fresh, they have just been transported back from the dock, do you want to take a few back and taste them?" the middle-aged uncle greeted from afar.

"Thank you, our old man doesn't open the stove today, I came out to find something to eat. ā€

Xia Yu thanked him politely, "Uncle Gucheng, you are busy." ā€

He kept his hands in his pockets and walked on.

Passing by an old-decorated pastry shop, an old woman with eyes smiled behind the counter and said, "Ah Yu, do you want to have a dorayaki, today's red bean paste filling is very delicious." ā€

"No, Grandma Kawashima, you said you had to eat well at dinner, and I'm going to eat. Xia Yu waved his hand and walked over.

Along the way, Xia Yu received at least a dozen greetings, and each elder, male or female, had smiling faces, which filled his heart with warmth.

This is the shopping street where I have lived for more than ten years, some people come, some people go, Xia's Chinese restaurant is always there, don't look at the old man There are not many diners, but among the neighbors, the old man is quite prestigious, maybe he can often help in trouble, and over time, the old man has become the default street head of everyone.

And whether it is Xia Yu in the past, or Xia Yu who has changed his soul, his personality is easy-going, and he often helps, and he is not bad, so he is naturally welcomed by a group of uncles and aunts.

After ten years of development and expansion, the old shopping street has even gained a great reputation in the world, Xia Yu came out of the old block, to the new block after the expansion, a completely different urban modern style, rushing to the face.

The streets have become wider, and the shops on both sides of the street are stylishly decorated, including McDonald's and clothing stores.

Xia Yu randomly found a restaurant facing the street, it seems that it has not been opened for a long time, there is a flower basket at the door, and the ribbon on the floor has not been cleaned.

"Starlight Revolving Western Restaurant?"

After a pause to read the name of the restaurant on the signboard, and when she pushed the door in, a female waitress immediately bowed ninety degrees and smiled professionally, "Welcome, how many people have eaten?"

"One. ā€

"Okay, please come with me. ā€

The waitress took Xia Yu to the dining table against the floor-to-ceiling window, through a layer of transparent glass mirror, outside is the busy shopping street, the location is very good, Xia Yu didn't want to change it, picked up the menu on the table, ordered three Western-style side dishes, and planned to change the taste.

In order to retain his freshness and enthusiasm for Chinese cuisine, Xia Yu decided to go outside and rub something else.

If you don't want to go far away, you can only eat in the shopping street.

After ordering, Xia Yu looked around, the newly opened Western restaurant was very quiet, except for his table, there were only two other tables.

The people at the table seemed to be tourists, with a loud voice, and the language spoken seemed to be Mandarin. Xia Yu became interested, pricked up his ears, and only listened to the pair of young and beautiful female tourists, excitedly sharing their feelings about the day's visit, full of praise.

"Xiaoya, there is too little information included in the Dianping Japan station, and there are no restaurants nearby when you search. Hey, I made a mistake, I should check the Japanese food review app more when I come. ā€

A cute female tourist with a baby fat face sighed.

"You know how to eat. Her companion is a goddess, a dress that is fashionable and elegant on her body. She covered her mouth and smiled: "I heard that in Japan, as long as the store is open, the taste is not bad. This store is newly opened, in a bustling area, I think you can rest assured. ā€

Two young ladies who don't know Japanese travel independently?

The corners of Xia Yu's mouth twitched.

Although the security of Neon is good, but I don't know Japanese, if I use English alone, the neon people's painful English accent will make people feel that more than ten years of English have been learned in vain.

Since it was the third table, the food was served slowly, and Xia Yu was not in a hurry, so he took out his mobile phone and swiped Twitter, listening to the conversation between the two Chinese girls from time to time, which was also interesting.

"Yaga!!"

But an angry shout suddenly resounded through the western restaurant, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

The three male guests at a table all stood up, and two female waiters hurried over and kept bowing and apologizing.

"Baga, your dish doesn't taste right at all!" A middle-aged bald man in a suit pointed to the unfinished beef and Western food on the table, his face full of anger, "Burgundy red wine beef stew is definitely not this kind of taste, I want to complain about your restaurant!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged bald man took out his mobile phone and ignored the waiter's pleas.

The male employee at the cash register ran into the back kitchen smartly, and after a while, the chef of the restaurant in a white chef's uniform appeared, with beads of sweat on his forehead and an eager face, "Guest, I will cook you another beef stew with burgundy wine until you are satisfied." ā€

The middle-aged chef bowed ninety degrees, hung his head for a long time and did not straighten his waist, "Please forgive me!"

The three male guests exchanged glances with each other, a tall young man who gestured to the bald diner with a sharp look.

"No! I don't believe you!"

"I'm going to complain to the Food Association, you don't have the qualifications to open a store at all!"

"This kind of cuisine will only tarnish the sacred profession of chef!"

The bald diner screamed, his fingers tapping on the buttons on his phone's screen, as if dialing.

The chef of the restaurant obviously didn't have much experience in dealing with emergencies, so he was so anxious that he stepped forward and grabbed the bald diner's arm, as if he was about to snatch his mobile phone, and his face turned red, "No! You can't complain to the food association!"

Two strong young men pull the chef in the back, and a scuffle is about to break out.

As for the pair of Chinese female tourists, they were stupid.

They couldn't understand Japanese, but they could feel the tense atmosphere of the restaurant.

"The taste of this burgundy goulash is above the standard line. You go and complain, the people from the food association are here, and they will still be judged. ā€

A quiet voice rang out coldly.

However, no one cared about his words in the chaos.

Xia Yu put his hands in his trouser pockets, frowned slightly, and said to the several waiters who were panicked around him: "Pull your chef away......"

The waiter who had no master subconsciously followed the instructions and pulled away the middle-aged chef.

"Calm down!" Xia Yu patted the chef on the shoulder, the scene looked a little funny, a sixteen-year-old boy, but much more mature and stable than the middle-aged chef.

Seeing that the middle-aged chef came back to his senses, Xia Yu repeated what he had just said, "I dare to guarantee that this burgundy red wine beef stew is above the standard line." You should be calm and calm first, and don't fall into this trap of indiscriminateness. ā€