Chapter Twenty-Three: Five-Eyed Fried Rice and Painted Yiyi (Thanks to the Silver Alliance of Sea Soul Clothes)

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ I have a rough idea of why business is so bleak. โ€

The corners of Youmeng's eyes twitched slightly, and she silently put down the menu that the middle-aged store manager had managed to find out and give her, and sighed.

"The dishes are too simple, uncle!"

Dissatisfied, he tapped the menu on the table with his knuckles, and Yumeng complained bitterly.

"Gome Fried Rice No. 1, Gome Fried Rice No. 2, Gome Fried Rice No. 3...... Gome Fried Rice No. 20"

"Now, uncle! In addition to the various versions of five-eye fried rice, there is no other cuisine?!The types of bento boxes in the freezer of the convenience supermarket can crush you for several streets! โ€

The so-called five-eye fried rice, which sounds amazing, is actually a hearty fried rice that can be eaten by simply tearing the package and pouring it into the pot to fry hot.

Looking at the number, Youmeng can already imagine what the store's ingredient reserves look like. It's basically onions, eggs, frozen seafood, or meat with rice.

In short, there will be no high-level reserves of exquisite cuisine.

The middle-aged man scratched his head in distress and smiled helplessly with some embarrassment, "But over the years, I have only learned to make this kind of fried rice." Because Uchiko only likes to eat this, she didn't think too much about it, so there is indeed a reason for the bleak business. โ€

"Wait...... Uchiko? โ€

Yumeng's eyes widened in shock, as if she had heard something terrible. Youmeng's face was full of disbelief and interrupted: "Fake! Uncle, you can actually get married?! โ€

A burst of softness and warmth flashed in the man's eyes, and he nodded, "The store is all decorated and arranged by her, including the store name sign and table number at the door. To be able to meet her and protect her is the luckiest thing in my life. So I am willing to make five-eye fried rice for a lifetime. โ€

Bang dang.

There was a sudden slight noise at the staircase behind him, as if someone had accidentally bumped into the handrail.

Youmeng turned her head, and a petite figure in the stairwell stepped on the clogs and hid on the second floor in a panic, but before she had time to see the appearance, she only saw a piece of satin-like dark red hair flashing by.

"Ah (three voices), that's my wife, Eyiyi. She must be a little curious about you, after all, the shop hasn't had customers for a long time. โ€

The store manager looked over and boasted in a somewhat doting tone: "She is just naturally shy, and she doesn't usually communicate with people." usually spoils her too much, so much so that now she has become less daring. โ€

As he spoke, a paper crane flew down lightly from the second floor.

Falls on the desktop and automatically unfolds into a blank page.

On the white paper, two big characters were written in a round font - "Hungry", and the appearance of an angry and aggrieved little monster was drawn next to it.

"Oh, it's happened."

The middle-aged man slapped his forehead, got up and walked to the kitchen in a hurry, "Patronizing to talk to you and find the menu, I didn't notice that it was already time for dinner." I'll talk about it later, I'll go fry a few five-eye fried rice first, and I'll say she's hungry. โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ Hehe. โ€

Yumeng opened her mouth with a facial expression, took a bite in the air, puffed up her cheeks and chewed, took a sip of the tea in her hand, rolled her throat, and swallowed exaggeratedly.

"Thank you for the hospitality, I'm full."

"Well, but didn't you only drink half a glass of water?"

"That's just to dilute the sour smell of the dog food. All in all, don't worry about me. โ€

Yu Meng smelled the aroma of fried rice wafting from the kitchen with resentment, and kept swallowing, trying to turn his attention to the layout of the hall.

After taking a closer look, she suddenly noticed that the black dots on the label of the toy bear doll placed in the wooden frame on the wall that she had seen before were not unclean stains, but more like half-covered handwriting.

- What is it written about?

Yumeng curiously stretched out her hand and was about to turn the teddy bear over. At this moment, a cold feeling came from behind him, and the fine fluff on the back of his hand stood up unconsciously. For some reason, a feeling suddenly rose in her heart, as if the finger would be cut off by an invisible blade if she poked a little further forward.

Tentatively put his hand down slowly, and sure enough, the chill behind him quickly weakened.

Turning around, on the stairs behind the small blackboard where the "Diners Stop" was placed, there stood a beautiful-looking woman, with a slight suppleness like a Japanese girl in her previous life.

The long, soft and smooth dark red hair is tied behind the head by a white headband, and if you look at it alone, you are about 20 years old. If nothing else, it should be the mouth of the store manager who looks a little decrepit, and the proprietress of this shop is Yiyi.

The woman's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a pair of deep rose-red eyes were a little nervous, and her gaze was locked on Youmeng and the bear puppet.

"That...... Can't you touch this? โ€

Youmeng touched her nose, after all, it was still embarrassing to be caught messing around with other people's things. The girl snorted, trying to lighten the mood.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€

Yi Yi didn't speak, just nodded slightly almost invisibly, and continued to look at Youmeng who was still in place without saying a word.

"Now, I see, I'll go back to my seat and stay quiet."

Touching the woman's pure and unadulterated eyes, the inner momentum of Youmeng, who was already unreasonable, weakened again, and obediently walked back to the tatami mat, and sat cross-legged with his head down.

The woman still didn't speak, and she didn't go back upstairs.

After fumbling for a while, he unexpectedly took out a sketch board from his back and scribbled and wrote, and through the small blackboard, he reversed the front and aimed at Youmeng timidly.

[Hello, my name is Hui Yiyi. Are you, a guest? ูฉ('ฯ‰')ูˆใ€‘

- Is it, dumb?

A flash of realization flashed in Youmeng's heart, no wonder she hadn't heard her say anything since just now.

"Hello, my name is Youmeng. A first-year freshman in the Department of Characteristics at Yulasis College, Mr. Sicaro introduced me to this place, and I heard that your shop is looking for clerks. โ€

There is no deliberate evasion or surprise, Yumeng looks at the painting generously, and tries to smile and express friendliness.

- Anyway, if you want to work here in the future, you're the proprietress who has the best status in the store.

[New clerk? But it's been a long time since we've had a customer at our store. ใ€‘

Sure enough, there were no guests for the time being.

Youmeng nodded with a smile, not panicked at all, well, really not panicked at all.

Don't look at her as just a salted fish now, but she has a dream of becoming the main character.

According to normal times, at this time, there should be a system lady's voice popping out, telling her that she has triggered some kind of kitchen god system or negative energy system, or even the universe algorithm system, which sounds very powerful.

And then, logically, start the main quest or something.

Mutter~~

The rumbling of the stomach interrupted the sweet dream.

Wait, it didn't seem like her stomach was screaming just now. Well, the source of the sound will only be...... Youmeng's eyes unconsciously drifted to Miss Huiyiyi standing on the stairs.

Mutter~~

[It's not my stomach that's screaming this time.] โ†’_โ†’ใ€‘

The girl-looking proprietress who looked like a cute sister had a slightly red face and silently raised the sketchboard.

I'm really hungry~

_(:ะทใ€โˆ )_

The two beautiful girls in the hall sighed weakly, sympathized with each other, and looked at each other with sympathy. At the same time, he tacitly turned his gaze to the half-hidden kitchen.

When will these five-eye fried rice be fried?

(เฒฅ_เฒฅ) Boom