Aono Sumiko made a straight face: "Being able to accept it doesn't mean that you love to eat, dare to eat and like to eat!" ”

"For example, you Chinese also have delicacies such as 'live beads', 'folded ear roots', and 'bamboo shoot jelly'."

"Just because you accept them doesn't mean you have to try them out for yourself."

Hey, this girl must have secretly made up for the class, and she also knows about live beads, folded ear roots, and frozen bamboo shoots.

The truth is this.

For the existence of these "dark dishes", Xia Yan said that he liked to hear about it, and he didn't mind tasting it within the acceptable range, but once it exceeded his psychological limit, he would definitely not touch it.

Sumiko Aono snorted suddenly.

Take a look at the two boxes of fish white on the bar, and then look at Xia Yan.

Look sideways and look at the menu wall.

"Bang-" she slapped the table excitedly, "Is there a big update to the menu in the store?" I've never seen such ingredients in your store before! ”

Takashi Shimada, who was next to the girl, was even more tense when he heard this.

The butt moves unnaturally.

It turned out to be the main spicy taste, the main dark Sichuan cuisine.

Now, even the ingredients are not normal, this is the rhythm of heavy punches from cooking skills and ingredients, two directions, two angles!

“……”

Glancing at Yu Bai carefully, Takashi Shimada was silent, compared to another girl who was very good at chatting with friends, he was like a cannon fodder soldier rushing to the battlefield, his face was unprecedentedly nervous, and he looked at the every move of Xia Yan, the chef, in the bar.

I saw Xia Yan clean the kitchen blade, and then threw it into the quick-freeze compartment of the refrigerator.

How strange!

Takashi Shimada was secretly surprised in his heart.

This knife is obviously intended to be used to cut "fish white".

But why throw away the refrigerator and freeze it for a while?

If you pursue chilled.

I am very obsessed with the taste of ice, and the easiest way to do it is to break the ice cubes and put them on the plate, and the sashimi slices are equivalent to having the Ice Throne.

"Ah, the waste oil has spilled." Xia Yan crossed his hands and looked helplessly at the messy cooking table.

After a month of absence, the rats really rebelled.

He remembers packing his kitchen waste before he chose the Halberd Spirit for his trip.

The used waste oil was put into a bottle to be discarded, but now the waste oil bottle has been knocked over, dropped in the sink, and the cap is still open.

The point is, almost all the waste oil is leaking.

The sink was stained with oil and must, and the other part of the waste oil that disappeared undoubtedly flowed into the sewer pipe.

Seeing this, Xia Yan was secretly worried: "I hope it's not so unlucky, it just happened to run into the street sanitation inspection, otherwise people like supervisors will have to block the door for education and hand over the fine list." ”

The ingredients and kitchen knives are set to rest.

"Just wait 10 minutes."

Sumiko Aono and Takashi Shimada couldn't help but look at each other at the chef's demeanor of concentrating on cleaning halfway.

"Na, don't you prepare other ingredients first?"

As a result, Sumiko Aono raised her hand to ask a question, and received a concise answer of "only one knife is needed".

“……”

An uncle who was born in the Showa era and has witnessed the neon boom and the bursting of bubbles.

One is a white rich beautiful girl in the Heisei era, who has the identity of a fashion Vtuber anchor and has a mansion in Shibuya Matsuto.

You look at me, I look at you.

Confusion was written all over his face.

Even the simplest 'fish white sashimi' should be prepared with more effort and sashimi dipping sauce.

Sashimi is very important to the raw materials, and yes, the ingredients determine more than 70% of the quality of the dishes.

However, if the dipping sauce is good enough, it can fill the remaining 30% of the gap.

Xia Yan quickly cleaned the inside of the bar counter spotlessly.

The air seemed to be refreshing.

“OK！”

I saw him open the quick-freezer of the refrigerator directly, and the cold mist suddenly filled out.

Sumiko Aono and Takashi Shimada only felt that this cold mist was a little strange, and what was even more wonderful was that a blade was slowly taken out of the cabinet by the chef.

A quarter of an hour of refrigeration was obviously not enough to cover the blade with frost or something.

But inexplicably, the long blade was held by the chef.

In the field of vision of the two, there seemed to be a cold light that flashed away.

The knife was faintly, as if it had a cool special effect of frost and fog, but Aono Sumiko and Shimada Takashi looked at it, and they invariably muttered in unison, saying that they were dazzled, and their seats were next to each other, and they suddenly looked at each other in amazement:

"You see?"

"You saw it too!"

So, the two stared at Xia Yan together.

Xia Yan didn't care about them, as if there was no one around, he flicked the blade with his fingers, and said, "It's a pity." ”

"What a pity?!"

Turning his head sideways to meet the burning gaze of the guest, Xia Yan explained: "This knife has a regret." ”

Sumiko Aono and Takashi Shimada: "??? ”

Xia Yan really regretted it in his heart.

With special techniques, after all, you can't imitate the [Beichen Heavenly Wolf Knife], you must know that this famous weapon, in "Zhonghua Yiban", is used with the "Arhat Crystal Slash", and without one of the two, the stunt of the dark cuisine world will definitely not be able to play to the extreme.

However, the ingredients are just "fish white".

It's not a recipe for the original glow rules like "Fierce Ice Fresh Sea Bream".

"I have to think of a way, how to get the Ice Spirit Knife, anyway, in the China Paradise World, that group of people in the dark cooking world must have a clue about the Ice Spirit Knife."

Xia Yan moved a wooden board to the bar, and the two boxes of fish white remained unchanged.

I was going to cut the fish white and make sashimi dishes under the noses of the customers at a distance from the bar.

"Knock knock."

"Is the store manager there?"

A mature woman's voice with a rather dignified and questioning voice knocked on the door and asked, and then stepped on the waxed wooden floor with high heels and walked into the storefront.

This is a working woman in a black and gray women's suit.

"Some enthusiastic residents have reported that you and your restaurant did not comply with the town's garbage regulations and discharged waste oil at will."

Xia Yan found that the woman was wearing an armband, and there was an armband on it that said "Catering Development Association of XX District".

She went straight to the bar and put up a garbage notice flyer.

The content is nothing more than to write down the area, what date, what garbage can be thrown, and then the garbage classification is also very clear, including the taboo of how to deal with large waste products such as bicycles and discarded household appliances.

Hold the grass!

It's really unlucky, and you have to choke to death when you drink water.

"I was going to send you a ticket ten days ago." The woman took out another invoice with the official seal of the association, and the fine was 2,000 yen.

Tema's!

Xia Yan secretly complained about neon, what kind of association, what kind of association.

This shop, from the day he woke up, was obviously under the management of a large number of associations in this Shitamachi, in addition to the endless strange associations in the island country, various civil associations are also varied, and they are part of the social ecology.

The woman had a work card hanging from her chest.

Name, Hiroka Miura.

As for the job title, the brand is a little reflective, and Xia Yan only vaguely sees the word "director".

The strange gazes from Sumiko Aono and Takashi Shimada made Xia Yan just want to pay the fine as soon as possible and send people away.

However, Yuka Miura apparently still wanted to verbally persuade the manager who violated the education rules, so she occupied the third bar chair and put down the folder under her ribs: "In the past six months, the association has also received more than a dozen complaints about the service of your restaurant......"

Xia Yan sighed.

"I said, can you wait a minute and let me cut the sashimi?"

Yuka Miura's gaze swept over his hand, the blade that was still slightly filled with frost mist, and then looked at the box next to the wooden board, the ingredients inside.

“(°△°|||)！”

The knife is very narrow and long, and when it is cut, it collides with the wooden board, and the sound is very slight and almost inaudible.

Moment.

Xia Yan got two small plates of fish white sashimi.

As for the dipping sauce, it's even simpler, turn around and take out a bottle of soy sauce from the cupboard, pour it out, and get the sauce for two seasoning dishes.

"Please—"