Since the interview with the TV station and the past three days, Nakamozu Bird Silk has been driving from the main store in Kyoto to the new store in the town every day, urging the waiters to serve customers enthusiastically. Shaking a folding fan, Nakamozu Tori Juan, finds that she is still full of people, and the customers who buy fried chicken nuggets in the new store are getting thinner by the day.

In the evening rush hour, the housewives in the town poured into the Mozu House again, and the number of people who flocked to the Mozu House was a little less than yesterday, and Nakabaizu Tori Silk also noticed that a small number of pedestrians began to appear holding the fried chicken dishes in the shopping street that day of interviews, and a few friends walked together and ate while walking.

"What's that? Oh~ It turned out to be a fried chicken nugget from a shopping street, but is it finally sold? It's gratifying~" The change of pedestrians did not arouse the vigilance of the middle tongue bird, but was a little more embarrassed in his heart, and he still returned to Kyoto as usual.

After two more days, the turnover of the new store fell at a rate of 20 percent per day, and the number of customers entering the store was greatly reduced, and finally only a few were left to take one look and then turn away. Holding the business report, the middle hundred-tongue bird silk was no longer as indifferent as before, and angrily asked the store staff, "What's going on?" The turnover has dropped so much, why didn't you notify me as soon as possible?!!! ”

"Every. . Every evening ... All.. We send them to you by e-mail, and we don't know why the turnover is decreasing. The branch manager explained in a panic.

"What do you say! I don't know?!! Zhongbaizu Bird Silk angrily threw the report on the ground, and the folding fan in his hand swept through the nose of each clerk in the air, "Have you neglected customers?!! If I find something boring... Don't even think about running away!! ”

"Sorry to bother!" Two male employees dressed as white-collar workers appeared in front of the Mozu House, and one of them pointed to passers-by and asked, "Do you sell that kind of fried chicken here?" ”

Looking at the pedestrians who came and went outside, with a portion of fried chicken nuggets in the shopping street, and the male white-collar worker asked such a question, the middle hundred-tongued bird was so angry that he was speechless.

The pedestrian, who was pointed to as a reference, first took a bite of the fried chicken nuggets, took a sip of the delivered cold drink, glanced disdainfully at the sign of the Mozu Bird House, and said, "How can there be here!" If you want to buy such delicious and generous fried chicken nuggets, you have to go to the shopping street. But you have to hurry up, like mine, the No. 8 meal is very tight, and the supply exceeds demand every day! ”

"Mouthful! Obviously the fifth meal is the best, and the eighth meal is just average!! ”

"Nonsense! Meal No. 3 is a delicacy in the world!! ”

The passerby's subjective conclusion provoked the displeasure of his companions, and eventually the pedestrians on the street consciously divided into several camps according to the fried chicken meal number, and engaged in a heated debate to prove that their favorite taste was the best.

The two male white-collar workers didn't expect that their very casual inquiry would become a war remark, and after glancing at each other, they invariably protected their heads with the briefcases in their hands, and bent down to leave the place where the scene was about to get out of control.

It's a shame for customers to argue about the better taste of other fried chicken nuggets in front of their own store! The middle hundred tongue bird silk broke the folding fan in his hand again, and the branch manager cautiously stepped forward and whispered, "That. . . President, would you like to report the situation and ask for help? ”

"We have such abundant financial and technical support, but we are robbed of customers by a shopping street that is about to be eliminated by the times!! Don't you think it's shameful enough?!! How can you still have the face to ask for support... The angry roar of the middle mozu silken forced the branch manager back into the corner, squinting at the boss's small pupils glowing with crazy blood, "I'm going to find out with my own eyes what happened in the shopping street?!! ”

When he arrived at the shopping street, he was shocked to find that the shopping street, which had been empty a few days ago, was now crowded, and the dry smell of fried food wafted in the air. The source of the fragrance is the Tomita Bento House in the shopping street, the center of the crowds.

"Trouble! Let's have a meal number three!! ”

"Me too!!"

"Meal No. 8 packed and taken away !! in three minutes"

The guests gathered in front of Tomita's bento house shouted their needs.

"Thank you for your patronage! Please wait!! Kohei Soma, who used a clamp to put the chicken cutlets that had cooled on the iron shelf on the side back into the oil pan and re-fried them, turned his head and said, "Please remember the addition!" ”

Mayumi Kurase and Aki Koganei, who incarnated as waiters, responded and kept sending the recorded notes to the preparation room, and Erina Nagikiri clamped out the marinated chicken breast from the corresponding bucket according to the meal number recorded on the note, and put it on the tray, and then pushed it to the side, carrying the tray and stopping in front of Mito Yumei, Mito Yumei scooped a spoonful of the corresponding sandwich in the middle of the chicken steak and wrapped it, and rolled it in the coconut milk egg wash and rolled a circle of water milled rice noodles, Go through it again, and finally roll the coconut milk egg mixture, and put the breadcrumbs mixed with shredded coconut in the labeled tray according to the serial number, turn around and hand it to Kohei Soma: "The chicken steak is ready!" ”

"Roger!!" Kohei Chuangzhen, who took over the tray, carefully picked up the chicken chops one by one and put them in the oil pot, and then took out the golden and crispy chicken chops that were fried and handed them to Jiang Yunfeng beside him and instructed the number.

Jiang Yunfeng slipped the squeaky chicken chops on the lettuce leaves at the bottom, grabbed the first of the eight small jars in the corner of the table, turned it upside down and gently shook it, and the gray-white powder floated down, after the chicken steak was stained with this powder on both sides, Jiang Yunfeng put down the small jar, asked the guests about their preferences, and then put a few kinds of coriander and some ingredients according to the requirements, lettuce leaves, tightly wrapped the chicken steak and ingredients into a paper bag, and finally poured a spoonful of chutney sauce made of fish sauce mixed with tomato peppers.

"Take your No. 3 meal and be careful of scalding!" Jiang Yunfeng, who completed the turntable, did not forget to remind the guests when he handed the chicken steak with both hands, but the guests who wanted to wear it couldn't wait for the chicken steak to bite after opening their mouths, and the full chili oil sandwich of the chicken steak splashed out, and the clothes on the guests' bodies were sticky with a little red, and the hot and spicy but very cool guests didn't care at all and still gulped down the chicken steak in their hands.

Driven by Tomita's bento houses, other shops in the shopping street have also started to operate at special prices, and the shopping street, which was originally depressed, is now revitalized.

Jiang Yunfeng, who was busy serving food to the guests, suddenly found a familiar figure looking at the corner of the street, so he elbowed Kohei Chuangzhen beside him and pointed in that direction. Kohei Chuangzhen looked in the direction and easily saw the middle hundred tongue bird silk looking outside the crowd, and said with a slight smile, "You help me take a look, I'll meet her!" ”

"Don't worry!" Jiang Yunfeng took over the control of the oil pot, emptied each large bucket of Erina Nagi and automatically filled the position, and undertook the final catering work. After the last chicken steak was handed over to the customer, Jiang Yunfeng turned off the stove in the oil pot and said loudly, "Everyone, I'm sorry, all the chicken steaks are sold out today, if you want to eat them, please be early tomorrow!" ”

The guests who didn't eat the chicken steak and didn't have a good time turned their eyes to the other shops on the shopping street, Jiang Yunfeng took out a piece of chicken steak from the oil pot from a place that no one else could see, prepared it himself, and then walked to Kohei Chuangzhen's side, pretending to be surprised and said, "Ouch, isn't this the president of Mozu House?" If you want to come and taste the fried chicken nuggets in our shopping street, you don't have to queue up, this is not for you~ Take it and eat it while it's hot! ”

"Yes~ Some time ago, President Juan invited us to taste the fried chicken nuggets of your store, and as a return gift, please don't dislike President Juan, try it~" Kohei Soma hugged his hands to his chest and raised a confident smile at the corner of his mouth.