PS: Something unexpected happened yesterday, I have long said that my sister's driving skills are not good, I don't listen! I went out to find something bad, and I did it with the bicycle! I was so anxious that I didn't even bother to send a leave notice.

In the past two days, I am still dealing with some aftermath things.,I can only barely guarantee two more.,After the three or two days of busy.,Yesterday's debt must be made up thanks to the monthly ticket support of 'Proud Wolf' and 'Likoo' book friends :)――

Mr. Xu Fu played the role of the 'God of Creation' two thousand years ago, and forcibly created such a nation on the earth, walking on small short legs and holding plaster flags, all of them are like little medicine children by his Dan furnace.

This is a nation with extreme inferiority and extreme self-esteem, when you are strong enough, it will look up to you with great respect, and when you are weak, he will ravage you, destroy you, and rape you. For this nation, Mr. Xu, a generation of Confucian businessmen, summed up a sentence - 'It is a nation that does not clean up, don't be polite to them'. Daheng treats him politely, which is caused by the eternal civilization and etiquette of a great country in China, but when it comes to the court, it must be cleaned up fiercely, otherwise it will be in vain to thousands of fans who support Daheng!

These guys from the plaster country are polite, even in the face of ordinary waiters, they are non-stop, but the kind of vigilance and distrust that leaks from their bones makes it easy to tell that they are just pretending to be humble. More than 30 people, including their head coach, occupied a corner of the western restaurant, but no one ordered a cup of coffee or even a glass of ice water. Fortunately, the waiters also had to be explained by Daheng, and they were allowed to move freely, and they didn't bother to ask.

After a while, more than a dozen staff members came over with boxes one by one, took out a set of cutlery from the boxes, and placed them in front of the players and coaches. Li Shuangkai pursed his lips when he saw it, and snorted coldly secretly, these little devils even brought their own utensils. This is to show that you don't believe in Daheng? If you are so stingy, what big thing can you achieve?

"Brother, I'm angry when I see it. I don't know what you're doing here?"

Li Shuangkai lowered his voice and said: "That Iwata monk may not do any 'oden' today, even if he does, you and I won't be able to get a piece of the soup, can you come over and watch others drink soup? To be honest, isn't this oden just our Huaxia 'messy stew'? Make a pot of soup base that is not gray and black, and throw everything into it, so it tastes so good? I don't understand, how can the little devil still regard it as a good thing?"

"Huh. Brother Shuangkai doesn't know, the island country is poor in resources, and the people haven't eaten anything good. During the Song Dynasty, there were seventy-two stores in Kaifeng in our country, all kinds of snacks were innumerable, and the common people also ate fish and meat, all of them were well-off, and in the Qing Dynasty, they created a variety of feasts like the Manchu and Han Dynasty banquets. But do you know what the common people ate in the ancient island country? a bowl of mixed rice porridge and a small salted fish. That's the life of a rich man, and if you want to have abundant food, you have to be at the level of a small lord."

"Oh, what does the little lord eat?

At this moment, the little devils are waiting for the food to be served. What else can the two of them do while drinking coffee, chatting casually? Li Shuangkai was interested in hearing it.

"Little lord, then life is luxurious, there is an extra bowl of miso soup, which makes many civilians envious," Zhou Yi said with a smile.

Li Shuangkai was stunned when he heard it. The second son of the dignified Li family sprayed on the spot and wiped the corners of his mouth. Turning his head and glancing at the little ghosts, his eyes were full of pity.

"Back then, there was no simmering, but it was a smorgasbord of green onion and ginger soup, and all the radish and fish fillet balls were thrown in, but this was something that only the daimyo could enjoy. Oden finally took shape because after the island country entered the Restoration era, the industry was highly developed, the marine fishing capacity gradually took shape, and the cumin introduced from China appeared, kelp, cumin and bonito powder appeared in the chowder soup, and the chef began to pay attention to the tastes of diners, which led to the name. ”

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "Later, after the careful study of several generations of Hokkaido famous chefs, this dish became one of Emperor Meiji's favorite dishes, and finally became famous all over the world." ”

"So the Meiji Emperor's taste doesn't seem to be good, isn't it still a hodgepodge after all?" Li Shuangkai laughed, unconsciously raising his voice, and suddenly attracted dozens of resentful glances. Emperor Meiji is no less than Tang Emperor Song Zu in the hearts of the island people, he ridiculed and ridiculed in public, and these hot-tempered island players did not rush over to find him a real PK, which is already very polite.

"Mr. Zhou Zhou, is it really you?"

An island man had just walked into the Western restaurant, and when he heard Li Shuangkai's words, he also looked at this side with some anger, but when he saw Zhou Yi, his face immediately changed from anger and dissatisfaction to surprise and respect, and he trotted in front of Zhou Yi, and bowed deeply without saying a word: "Sir, I am Hirohiko Oben!"

Several island players had already stood up and were about to walk towards Li Shuangkai, seeing Hirohiko Omoto's performance, they had to frown and sit back again, the top chef Omoto didn't care, but the monk behind him made them extremely respectful.

"Big Ben?" Zhou Yi deliberately frowned, trying his best to play this planned encounter as an unintentional encounter.

At the French Wine and Food Fair, I was deeply impressed by your fried lotus root slices in red wine. You also promised Big Ben that if I won the championship of the whole island country, you would consider accepting me as a foreign disciple. Sir, have you forgotten?" Hirohiko Omoto pursed his lips slightly, he felt very aggrieved, he still remembered Mr. even in his dreams, why did Mr. forget him?

"Oh, it's Big Ben?" Zhou Yi finally nodded: "There is such a thing, why, you have already won the championship of the All-Island Country Cooking Competition?"

"Sir, there are countless culinary masters in our country, and it is so difficult to win the championship. Hirohiko Omoto smiled bitterly and said, "I'm now following Master Iwata as the chef of the Sun God Team, sir, it's the same Master Iwata I told you." ”

"Did he accept you as a disciple?"

"No, like you, the illustrious master always has to test me, the poor seeker. I'm just an assistant to Master Iwata now, do you want me to introduce you to him?"

Hirohiko Omoto's eyes lit up, Zhou Yi and Iwata Monk were the best chefs he had ever seen, so who was stronger? He was looking forward to seeing Mars hit the Earth.

"I don't think so, if I'm not mistaken, this should be Master Iwata, right?"

Zhou Yi smiled and nodded, a monk in a black robe, even in the hotel restaurant, wearing a tall hat, was already standing behind Hirohiko Omoto, and was also looking at him with a smile.

"Amitabha, Mr. Zhou, the little monk greets. ”

"Don't dare to be, the master is like flowing water, moving like a breeze, natural and not far-fetched, exalted but low-key, it seems that he is not only a master of cooking, but also a martial arts master?"

Ninja! Zhou Yi was polite, but he was slightly shocked in his heart.

"Each other, Amitabha, Zhou Shizhu is also very human, hehehe"

"Hehehehehe"

A monk and a layman, laughing at each other, are like old foxes who have attained Taoism for thousands of years. (To be continued......)