Twenty minutes later, the stars and the moon finally waited for the main course. First, a small charcoal fire was put on the stove, and the waiter came up with two pieces of thick-cut beef, and the barbed wire rack was put on the stove, and the beef was dipped in a circle of special sauce, and slowly cooked over the charcoal fire. The butter slid down the wire mesh onto the charcoal fire, stirring up bursts of smoke, and then smoked on the surface of the meat, that aroma really wanted people to ignore it.

"Shall I do it myself?" Foreign diners were curious about this novel barbecue mode and wanted to do it themselves, but the waiter politely refused.

"If you roast it yourself, you will lose the best taste of Wagyu beef."

Although the voice was thin and weak, the diner's face changed instantly, and his heart became a little uncomfortable. Seeing him use onions to feed the beef halfway, he pouted, who hasn't had a BBQ yet?

This sulking continued until the waiter put the wagyu beef in his bowl and took a bite of the beef. The sauce is well locked into the meat, and the juice bursts out as soon as you bite into it, and the beef is tender and melts in your mouth, like a salty marshmallow.

"Guest, I'll serve you neon's most famous pot recipe - sukiyabe." The waiter stood up from a kneeling position, and after a while, he pushed a small cart over.

After adding a few more pieces to the charcoal fire, the heat immediately increased, and the barbed wire was removed and replaced with a shallow pot, first brushing the pot with a thick butter, then spreading the thinly sliced Wagyu beef into the bottom of the pot, sprinkling a pinch of flour and drizzling with the sauce. When the sauce in the pot boils, put the half-fried and half-boiled beef into the grumbled sterile egg, the beef is fat and lean, one bite at a time, and the diners are satisfied.

"Add another serving of beef." The diner bar said with a pout.

The waiter's smile at this time was a little sweet: "Okay, 1000 rooster coins for a slice of beef."

"What?" The diner was so shocked that he almost got up from his chair, "This set meal is only 668 rooster coins, and you dare to sell a piece of Wagyu beef for 1,000?"

The waiter smiled, but there was a slight disdain in his eyes: "This is the most high-end ingredient in the Neon Country." The implication is that you and other mortals don't deserve to eat it.

"No!" The diner muttered, "Go ahead."

The waiter bowed his head, and this time he didn't even want to answer. After the wagyu beef is fried, put different types of vegetables in the pan and add a little stock to continue eating. The waiters are careless, and the diners are frightened by the high-priced Wagyu beef, and they eat half-heartedly.

I finally ate everything in the pot, and the last thing I served was Watanabe's dim sum - matcha morning dew. This is an elegant name, a small square piece, half transparent and shiny, half rich and depressed, the butt of two different colors of white and green, makes people unconsciously bright.

The diner carefully scooped out a little with a spoon, and the thick aroma of matcha rushed into the tip of the tongue, and after the slight bitterness, there was endless sweetness, making him involuntarily want to take a sip of tea to neutralize the sweetness. When the tea was in his mouth, he stretched his brows slightly and swallowed the snack in his mouth.

Is...... It's not as delicious as Huaxia's dim sum at all! That morning, at the end of his morning run, he happened to meet the opening of Huaxia buns, the white and chubby one, and the meat was fragrant......

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed with the neon dishes. If it weren't for the long queue at the Huaxia restaurant next door, who would want to come and eat this kind of thing? I can't eat enough, and I smell no one's fragrance. And...... The tables and tables of guests sitting over there are obviously the trustees invited by Neon! It's all neon natives with black hair and black eyes!

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"Eighty-eight guests, please come here!" Fang Zilu was really too busy to be busy, so he made a phone call and asked Chu Liangwei to bring someone over. No, the little old man paid attention to the messages on his mobile phone while working as a part-time waiter, and he could barely meet the needs of the restaurant.

It's just that unconsciously, there is a long queue at the door of Huaxia again. The temperature is low now, Master Ah Huan saw it in his eyes and whispered a few words to Zhang Hua.

After a while, a large pot of red dates and wolfberry hot soup was cooked. Chu Liangwei held a small tray and distributed the steaming paper cups to the guests queuing outside.

"Thank you so much—that's exactly what I needed!" A lady dressed in a sheet

Thin, tightly tied up the hat band of the sweatshirt, held the warm cup, and was extremely moved.

Chu Liangwei pointed to the tall stainless steel bucket at the door of the restaurant and said, "Unlimited buffet~" said and blinked narrowly, "But you can't drink too much, you won't be able to eat the main meal later, and ...... I'm going to want to shhhhhhh

The woman laughed and called this little old man cute.

For a while, everyone had hot tea in their hands, and in this cool breeze, it seemed to be a scorching sun, warming everyone.

There were also a few people queuing at the door of the neon restaurant, and the wet and cold weather made almost everyone shiver, and they kept rubbing their palms to keep warm. The door of the neon restaurant is always closed, and only when it is the next turn will the waiter open it, sweep it around with a squinting eye, and then bring people in.

Someone watched the lively scene in Huaxia and quietly left the original team and walked to the neon team not far away.

Neon Man Liangzi is one of them. She unscrewed the switch on the tea bucket, and the bright yellow tea poured out of it, filling half a cup in a moment. She took a big sip of it, and the hot and sweet tea brought the whole person to life in an instant.

She took a sip of her cup and unconsciously walked to the end of the line and waited.

Ryoko is only 20 years old this year, and despite her family's obstacles, she came to Hanajo to learn how to make sweets, and her most admired was Wagashi master Watanabe Muraichi. But after watching every game on the spot, she is now a little hesitant, and she also has doubts about the faith she once insisted on. She wants to support her country, but she envies the atmosphere in China.

She also once sent a letter to Watanabe-sama, which contained a little girl's thoughts and love for dim sum and was still looking forward to Watanabe's reply until she came to Hanashi.

"When I've tasted Chinese hot pot, I'm sure I'll meet Mr. Watanabe." She said to herself secretly.

"Here's another fillet, please."

"I want it too, I want it too, I want a hanging dragon!"

"I'm going to add a hot pot snack."

Smoke was coming out of Fang Zilu's feet, and he kept wandering around every corner of the restaurant, responding to the requests of every table of diners.

He was tired, but he was extremely excited.

Little boss, did you see that?

We...... It can also be done very well!

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