Stuff the fried shrimp into your mouth, bite it gently, the skin is crispy, the shrimp meat is not sticky to your teeth at all, it is extremely tender, and the best thing is that it is delicious and abnormal at the same time, but it has a light aroma, like the taste of a flower.

Chew and taste carefully, the shrimp meat is a fusion of various flavors, seaweed, minced green onions, and a little ginger, these fusion flavors not only do not rob the fried shrimp meat itself of the oceanic flavor, but complement each other.

"Not only does it look like a phoenix tail, but it also tastes as fresh and sweet as a phoenix tail." Gently squeezing the lemon juice, Shimada Nobunaga took a bite of the tempura fried shrimp and sighed infinitely.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, so many words, I'll eat another one." While the handsome guy next to him was savoring it, Mr. Chihara had already picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Don't take it from my plate!"

"No, I ate it too fast just now and didn't taste it." Chihara looked at the anchovy fried shrimp in front of him, pursed his lips, and felt like he was scratched by a cat.

He put aside his finished plate and waited for the waiter to clean it up, and looked at the table next to him, and the aroma was like a small hook, hooking people to eat.

"Are you Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit? You want my share, no. Shimada Nobunaga decisively refused.

"Stingy." Chihara pouted.

The staple he ordered didn't come, so he could only shift his gaze to someone else's plate.

Glancing at the indignant look next to him.

Forget it, let's wait for the food, Mr. Chihara specially ordered Indian curry, I want to taste the flavor of the place of origin.

He smiled at the waiter with the tray, took the plate from the other side, and took turns distributing it to the people at the table.

Take out the chopsticks on the side and go through them with hot water, which is considered to be disinfected.

Chihara reached out and pulled Hirata, who was biting the tempura in a daze, "Take the vinegar in the back...... Hirata, why are you in a trance, didn't you sleep last night? ”

"I did sleep a little late last night......

I also drank a lot of alcohol before going home.

He subconsciously turned around to get the vinegar, and then handed the bottle to Chihara.

Is there something wrong?

Chihara took the vinegar bottle in his hand, poured a little into the plate, and then raised his chin again, "Chili sauce." ”

Hirata unconsciously turned around to get the chili sauce.

I......

He crumbled the bottle of chili sauce and frowned.

"No, I'm the president!" Hirata came back to his senses, and it seemed strange that he was being called around.

In terms of age, the other party is a minor who can't even drink. In terms of status, he is a big boss at the president level.

Where is his qualification to shout three and drink four?

So he raised an eyebrow.

"Forget it."

Chihara said to the two next to him, "Matsuda, please hand me the chili sauce, thank you." ”

Matsuda was stunned sincerely, but he didn't expect that this time he would have his own business.

He raised his hand, pinched the bottle and passed it over.

Chihara put the hot sauce handed over next door in front of his president, and was heartbroken: "Just let you get angry with a hot sauce?" You've changed, and after two years of depravity, you've been completely reduced to a lazy pig with a mouth to eat! ”

"No, you lost the Aston Martin in my garage, why do you still have such a crazy face?" Hirata said embarrassedly.

"As compensation, I'm going to eat tempura starting tomorrow, it's an order! It doesn't matter how much oil I spend, I have to eat it. "Mr. Lazy Pig is vexatious.

"I don't know why you're so attached to that ethereal new car and tempura." Chihara shook his head.

"Now Aston Martin doesn't matter, it's gone anyway, I just want to see tempura at the table tomorrow, all kinds of fried food, from fried shrimp to croquettes with meatballs." Mr. President emphasized, exuding the momentum of a middle-aged superior, but only if he ignores his wayward words.

Chihara scratched his head, a little reminded of Party A and his direct boss in his previous life, and the only difference may be that the president's requirements are more feasible.

"Okay." Chihara pursed her lips, "But tomorrow is the most experimental, and I'll have to see how to do it at night." ”

"That's pretty much it."

Hirata, who foresaw his future happy life, smiled proudly and poked the chopsticks in his hand straight into the plate.

Chihara also picked up the hot sauce he had just borrowed from Matsuda, gently lifted the lid, and scooped out a few large pieces with a small spoon to cover the rice.

Shimada Nobunaga's nose moved slightly, sniffed twice, smelled the pungent smell on the plate underneath, and felt like he was going crazy, he suddenly asked, "Chihara, can you really stand this?" ”

"It's okay." The boy nodded.

"But this thing is a bit exaggerated...... Nobunaga's fingers trembled involuntarily.

Matsuda Matsuda, who was still concentrating on cooking, raised his head with some curiosity when he heard this, and looked straight at him.

But seeing this scene, I couldn't help palpitating, and I could even be scared into a cold sweat in the winter.

The one that looks red, thick on the rice, the chili oil soaks the curry rice translucent and shiny, the thick hill is like Mount Tai pressing the top, a peerless work that crosses the eight wildernesses, is now placed in front of Mr. Chihara.

As if oozing white bones from the mire of blood, Shimada Nobunaga looked at the "slightly spicy" curry rice next door and was stunned, and he regretted why he wanted to be a scholar.

"The spiciness, it's average." Chihara stirred it at the end, and stuffed a spoonful into his mouth, slurping, it was true that he was not stimulated by the spicy spicy slices on the soles he bought at the supermarket.

"Please wait a minute......"

Shimada Nobunaga looked at the waiter.

"Is there anything you need?"

"We seemed to order it mildly spicy."

"Yes, this one is slightly spicy." The waiter looked indifferent, as if he had long been surprised by the attitude of the guests.

"What's so spicy?" Shimada Nobunaga shuddered.

Just sitting here, the smell goes straight to my nose and my eyes are sour.

"Don't worry, it's just normal, you see your friend is still topping the hot sauce." The waiter was calm, "We guarantee that the slight spicy is only 'slightly spicy', which is very slight. ”

"Could it be that you're making a big fuss?" He smiled.

"But I feel like I'm ......going to die if I eat it," Shimada Nobunaga said in horror.

After listening to his words, Chihara put down the spoon, sighed, and then put his hand on Nobunaga's shoulder, looked at him with a heavy face, and was silent.

The Japanese people's tolerance is really low.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it." Matsuda sincerely reassured.

"It's not a question of whether you can eat or not." Shimada Nobunaga waved his hand, "I heard that the food culture still has to be adapted to the local customs, and different regions have to be changed, just like the Chinatown in Yokohama next door is actually opened for the Japanese, and the restaurant meals have been adjusted to the local tastes, the seasoning is sweet, and the chili peppers are less ......."

His thinking was divergent, and he sighed softly: "But how can it be completely unreasonable to come to this store." ”

Is this thing eaten by humans?

Shimada Nobunaga looked at the plate of hot Indian curry in front of him and was at a loss, at least he couldn't eat it, and turned his head to look at the magic change power bonus version next to him.

"Hmm~~ delicious!"

Mr. Chihara scooped a large spoonful, put it in his mouth, and scraped the rice from the spoon into his mouth with his upper lips. Pick up a glass of water and take a sip of water, then spoon a piece of the main ingredient and put it in your mouth, the thick curry wrapped in chicken looks spicy, but the taste is different when you eat it.

Spicy but not pungent, which is acceptable, and then the heavy flavor crosses the throat, leaving a burst of spiciness, and the aftertaste is very strong.

The food was delicious.

"It's the first time I've eaten such delicious chicken curry." Chihara evaluation.

"Thank you very much for the compliment." The waiter was stunned at first, and then bowed in surprise.

"Really delicious?" Shimada Nobunaga will be skeptical.

I glanced at each other, and they all seemed to be eating deliciously.

He tried to cross the table, reached into the plate opposite him and tasted a small spoonful, and then his eyebrows were twisted, his nose was crooked halfway, and between his lips and teeth seemed to be an oil sauce shop, and the salty, sour, and spicy hair rolled out.

Swallowing deeply, he picked up a tissue to wipe the corners of his eyes, blew his nose again, and threw it in the trash.

It's a scam, Mr. Nobunaga is convinced.

"Chihara, you can eat spicy food so well?" Shimada Nobunaga pushed the untouched curry in front of the boy, "Help me fix it." ”

"Okay."

I don't know why, the taciturn Matsuda sincerely looked at Chihara opposite and always had a feeling of common problems, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he didn't have this experience.

He was stunned for a moment.

"Matsuda, you can eat it too, the fried shrimp is going to be cold." Mr. Chihara wiped his red and swollen lips, "Anyway, the two of them pay for it today, so don't waste it." ”