And so it went on for two days.

Today is Wednesday, Shui Yao Day, is the day when the streets are allowed to throw garbage, Xia Yan set an alarm clock, got up at seven o'clock, washed up before eight o'clock, and quickly took out the smelly garbage that had accumulated for several days, and quickly took it out to dispose of it.

Back at the storefront, it's the daily morning cleaning.

Wipe the table, mop the floor.

In particular, the kitchen and worktop are open, so every corner must be carefully cleaned.

Keeping the kitchen tidy is not that Xia Yan cares very much about the customer's evaluation of the hygiene of the restaurant, but the hygiene thing, if it is casual and perfunctory, he will also respond as the owner of the store.

It was originally an old house with many rats and cockroaches, and if you have sloppy living habits, you can find cockroaches nesting in a few days when you open the refrigerator.

In addition to dealing with the accumulated kitchen waste, there is one special thing to do today.

Rummag through the utility room to find a wooden sign.

There are also brushes and inks, and Xia Yan compared the traditional Chinese characters displayed on his mobile phone, and wrote them one stroke at a time: Douban sauce and bitter gourd.

panels, the recipe information looks like this:

"Stuffed bitter gourd with bean paste"

One star.

A whimsical snack with a 'dark trait'.

Index upper limit - mild.

"I didn't expect my first star recipe to be a snack, not an appetizer, a staple food, not a soup or dessert." Xia Yan hung the wooden sign on the menu wall.

One star is almost the limit of this recipe.

There are many factors that restrict the star rating of recipes, but the most important reason why a recipe is different from home-cooked dishes and ordinary recipes -

With a soul.

And what injected soul into "Stuffed Bitter Melon with Douban Sauce" is undoubtedly 'Premium Douban Sauce'.

"But for high-grade materials, the theoretical upper limit should be higher than nine stars, and I'm here, is it just one-tenth of the power of 'premium bean paste'?"

Xia Yan was a little speechless.

It's a little crooked, and it's all about spicy specialization, who knows that in the end, when you use the special bean paste, you still have the sense of déjà vu of elementary school students tossing adult-level weapons.

In the end, it's still too scumbag in cooking.

"Forget it, don't dwell on it first, since the recipe record has been successful, it's time to be 100% focused, play it perfectly, complete the task and get 2 skill points, and mention the cooking skills of the scum."

Play perfectly, and the 'darkness index of the task meets the [light] requirement" should not be too simple.

The Shitamachi Food Street in the morning is as quiet as ever.

At the entrance of the store, from time to time, there are old men and old ladies wearing sportswear who exercise in the morning.

When the sound of cooking came from the Chinese restaurant, a girl with a ponytail tied to her horsetail, who had a completely different style from the slow old man and old lady, was full of youthful vitality and trotted all the way to the door of the restaurant.

"Manager Xia, oh hi yo!" Say hello loudly with a lively voice.

"It's Sumiko-chan."

Xia Yan pinched the stuffing in the bar counter and watched the girl enter the store with a smile.

He has been in business for the past two months, and he has accumulated a lot of bad reviews, but he has also retained some old customers and knows each other well.

Aono Sumiko is a regular customer who often frequents his restaurant, only turned 18 years old this year, a female college student, the private school she attended, in terms of popularity and world ranking, it should be similar to the Waseda that Xia Yan is familiar with, anyway, there is no Waseda in this world line, and there is nothing wrong with describing it as a Waseda in parallel time and space.

"Eh, uh-"

Within a minute or two of entering the store, Sumiko Aono exclaimed, pointing to the menu wall that had just changed the brand, "It's different, I remember when I came here a few days ago, there was no dish called "Bitter Melon Stuffed with Bean Paste". ”

is worthy of being a college student at a prestigious school, and her memory is very good, and it can be seen from this that Sumiko Aono is very familiar with the restaurant, and a little change was quickly understood by her.

Xia Yan replied with a smile: "I'm making this dish." ”

"That's great!"

Listening to the voice sitting behind him, Xia Yan secretly laughed, this girl Aono Sumiko has a wonderful taste, otherwise she would not become a loyal customer of his restaurant, even to the point of brainless fans.

"How to say the spiciness, it's several times spicier than other dishes, are you sure it's okay with Chengzi sauce?" He asked in a familiar tone.

As a result, I only heard a long exclamation of "eh" behind me.

There was no fear or fear, but full of curiosity and excitement.

"Only with Manager Xia can you eat such authentic Chinese food." Sumiko Aono gave a compliment.

"Why did the Neon Man come up with such a strange thing about you?"

Xia Yan couldn't help but complain.

"Ah, Manager Xia, this is your stereotyped impression." Aono Sumiko poured herself a glass of water, drank it in one go, her moist lips were wet, she took a sip, patted her chest and continued with a smile: "Didn't you also complain about our local 'Japanese food', such as most ramen, salty to death, in a sense, our neon people are actually hidden heavy tastes." ”

Hearing this, Xia Yan couldn't help but nod.

The truth may be unpleasant, but the truth is that most Japanese food is either bland or salty.

In the pure world of 'Japanese food', it seems that these two tastes are the same.

"That's why we love Chinese food."

Aono Sumiko said in a natural tone: "Otherwise, why do many neon people go to the mainland every year, travel to the land of abundance, and pursue authentic Chinese food." It can be said that every neon person has a dream of eating a Chinese food feast. ”

"In terms of 'spicy', it's true that the taste can't be adapted, but it doesn't mean absolute resistance."

Sumiko Aono clasped her palms together: "Please, Manager Xia, I really want to eat authentic spicy food today, so I came directly after my morning run." ”

Xia Yan filled a plate with bitter gourd, filled the filling into the hollowed-out core groove, put it in the steamer, and closed the lid.

"It's okay right away, this plate is the new dish 'Stuffed bitter gourd with bean paste', wait for 10 minutes."

"Hooray! I went to wash my hands first, I just ran in the morning and fed a few stray cats in the park a little dirty. Aono Sumiko got up happily, but as soon as she stood up, she suddenly pointed to the door of the store, "Manager Xia, you have another customer~"

A tall figure in a blue overalls was at the door, probing his head and hesitating.

Seeing this, Aono Sumiko turned her head sideways and snickered at Xia Yan: "It must be Manager Xia, your cooking, which has caused harm to this uncle, and no one else dares to come in." ”

After saying that, he suddenly changed the route to the bathroom and headed for the store.

"Welcome."

Sumiko Aono has a waiter-like smile on her face that can't be faulted.

"Ahem." The uncle in the overalls looked embarrassed, wanted to retreat, and wanted to go in, but in the end he overcame some kind of fear, coughed, walked into the store with steady steps, and sat down on the chair at the bar.

"Sumiko-chan, go wash your hands, your food is ready."

Xia Yan shouted, then turned his gaze to the guests in front of the bar, and raised his eyebrows: "Uncle, it's a little familiar." ”

In fact, when he saw the overalls on his body, Xia Yan recognized it.

Half an hour ago, he had just gone to take out the garbage, and if you look closely on the road, it is not difficult to see the garbage collection truck shuttling through the streets of Shitamachi, and the driver and co-pilot are all wearing blue uniforms.

The uncle disguised his rudeness and said: "I'm annoyed, serve me a beer first!" Full Cup! ”

"Here, your cold beer, is it still 'back to the pot meat' today?"

Back to the pot meat......

Jumen seemed to have a bit of a hot feeling again, and the uncle asked stubbornly: "Is there really no discussion about the spiciness?" ”

A mischievous voice replied on his behalf: "Uncle, let's die, there is only authentic Chinese food here, if you want to eat improved Japanese Chinese food with high sweetness, go out and turn left, go straight for 100 meters, cross the bridge, and walk 50 meters, there is a Chinese house opened by neon people." ”

Xia Yan didn't raise his head, stared at the stove where the steam began to sizzle, and a line of words appeared on his vision:

【Cooking completed.】 】

【Completion of the dish - Good (80 points)】

【Darkness Index (Trait) - Mild】

Immediately after the sound of "ding", the tasks taken two days ago were automatically completed, and the 2 skill points arrived.