Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 191 Master Yue and the Chinese Tourist
In the afternoon, in the back street of Tokyo National University, there was a wooden van parked beside the street.

On the chopping board of the ramen van, char siu pork tied with cotton thread is placed, and Chef Yue, holding a kitchen knife, is cutting hot char siew freshly fished out of the soup pot.

Master Yue is not young, with white hair combed into neat parts, wearing white linen overalls, with a black towel tied on his forehead.

His hand holding the knife is steady, as if he has been cutting on the cutting board for a lifetime.

"For the char siew noodles, add a portion of char siu and get some more change." The female high school student in uniform took out two [-] denomination notes from her wallet.

The white board at the stall reads "700 for standard ramen", "900 for char siu".

"Okay." Master Yue wiped his hands with a towel, borrowed the money with a smile, and found 950 yen in change.

The total price of this bowl of noodles is 1050 yen. Adding an extra serving of char siew to the chashu noodles only costs 150 yen, which is cheaper than the standard ramen to char siu noodles at 200 yen, but the price is still a bit expensive for a high school student. , very few high school students choose the 1050 yen char siew noodles with meat.

But looking at the bold appearance of this female high school student, it seems that she has a lot of money.

"Does Tuyue Jiang feed the stray cats today?" Master Yue chatted with the guests casually while cleaning up the noodle bowls.

"Well, after eating noodles, go prepare lunch for them, and then go to school to finish the afternoon classes." The female student sat on the bench.

"Is Tuyue-chan planning to enter the entertainment industry after graduation? I heard that Horikoshi High School is the cradle of Japanese idols. Maybe I can see you on TV in the future. At that time, I will tell others that I am a university here. Star Ishihara Tuyue's favorite ramen stall, the business must not be overwhelmed."

"No, Master Yue, after I graduate, I will go back to Kyoto to inherit my father's shrine. If you open a ramen stall there in the future, I can help you promote it." The female student joked.

"That's a pity." Master Yue scooped the noodle soup into a bowl with a spoon, "I've been pulling noodles here for 60 years, so I probably don't have a chance to go out for a walk."

"Why doesn't Master Yue sell ramen in a more prosperous place? The business will be better." The female student looked around at the dilapidated neighborhood.

Dozens of steps outside are high-rise buildings, but there are old-fashioned Japanese houses on both sides of the street, and sycamore and cherry trees are planted beside the street, which makes people feel as if they have returned to the last century.

"I'm a nostalgic person." Master Yue put the steaming ramen in front of the female student. "Half of my old bones are almost buried in the ground. No matter how much money I earn, I can only take it to the grave."

"How could it be? I think Master Yue is still very strong, and there will be more than enough noodles to sell for another 50 years."

"Then I will accept your good words." Master Yue smiled, took a marinated egg and put it in the female student's ramen bowl, "This is a thank you gift, no money will be charged."

"Wow, thank you Master Yue." The female student smiled happily, opened a pair of disposable chopsticks, and ate the noodles.

Not long after, footsteps came from outside the cloth cover.

The blue cloth cover was pulled away, a woman wearing thick black plastic glasses appeared, and a little boy in his early teens.

The woman has chestnut hair, wears a suit skirt and a high-end white shirt, she looks like a business female elite, and she is a beauty that can be remembered at a glance.

The little boy was also very handsome, but his facial features were very soft. If his hair were longer, people might think he was a little girl.

The woman's piercing eyes circled around the small ramen stall, as if she was examining whether the environment of the side stall could catch her eyes.

"Two servings of char siu noodles." The woman looked at it for a while before taking out a black card, "Can I swipe the card?"

"Sorry, I don't have that kind of advanced machine here." Master Yue wiped his hands, squinted his eyes and responded: "The famous ramen in the next street can be swiped, and you two can go there to eat. Their taste is better than mine. Much better, but slightly more expensive.”

"No need, I have cash." The woman glanced at the little boy who was looking around, and took out a [-] denomination note.

Master Yue paused for a moment, looked at the little boy, smiled, and took the banknotes, "Two bowls of char siew, a total of 1800 yuan, I charge you 10000 yuan, and I will give you change."

"There's no need to look for it." The woman sat on the bench.

Hearing her tyrant's speech, the female students at the side couldn't help but raise up and take a second look.

One can tell at a glance that this is an elite person, such as a social elite who works as a cadre in a bank or a law firm, with an annual income of at least tens of millions.

After all, this is the backstreet of the University of Tokyo, which has sent countless talents to the society. It is also very common for graduates to return to their alma mater after they have achieved success in their careers.

It's just that I didn't expect this beauty to look so young, and the child is so big.

What kind of crazy past was there?
The female student secretly speculated in her heart, and left in a hurry after drinking the noodle soup. There were only two customers left at the ramen stand.

Master Yue silently took out the wake-up dough from the small cabinet, rolled the dough with a rolling pin to an even thickness, and then cut the dough into thin strips with sticky ends with a kitchen knife.

He held the thick noodles and began to pull the noodles like a stick.

The noodles collided on the board and gradually became longer, and then he joined the two ends and repeated the previous step.

The original dough becomes fine flour little by little.

The little boy propped himself on the table, watching his skillful movements with shining eyes.

"Little friend, do you like ramen?" Master Yue caught the noodles with a colander and threw them into the hot pot.

"He doesn't speak Japanese," the woman said.

"Are you Chinese? Or Korean?" Master Yue took out another ball of noodles and began to pull it up.

"Chinese," said the woman.

Master Yue cleared his throat and said in fluent Chinese: "Little friend, do you like to eat ramen?"

"It's my first time eating ramen." The little boy said with a smile.

"You can speak Chinese?" The woman admired Master Yue's smooth movements and chatted with him.

"I learned it before." Master Yue said, "Do you want a drink? There are sake, shochu, orange juice, cola and milk."

"Bring me a glass of sake." The woman said lightly.

"I want a Coke." The little boy said.

"Okay." Master Yue poured the second portion of noodles into the soup pot, took out a can of Coca-Cola, and very thoughtfully opened the ring and inserted the straw.

"Are you visiting Japan?" Master Yue put the poured sake in front of the woman.

"Yes." The woman took a sip, took out her mobile phone, and lowered her head to operate.

Master Yue saw that the guest was not interested in chatting, so he stopped talking.

But he was a little strange. It was March, so it should be the beginning of the school season. Why didn't the little boy go to school and come to travel?

"Master, can I make some ramen?" The little boy's voice interrupted his inner thoughts.

"Do you want to learn ramen?" Master Yue asked with a slight smile.

He was always patient and kind with children.

As a part-time pastor of a community church, he sometimes sits in church all afternoon watching the sun go down.

On weekends, adults bring children to worship, and he will happily play with the children.

"Think!" The little boy raised his hand.

Master Yue looked at the woman beside him. For this kind of thing, the consent of the guardian must be obtained in advance.

The woman looked up and nodded her approval.

"Son, come here." Seeing this, Master Yue beckoned.

The little boy jumped off the bench and walked around the van to his side.

"Come on, step on this." Master Yue took the small wooden stool he usually used to sit and rest, "Be careful, don't fall."

"Master, it's okay, don't worry about me." The little boy stepped on it as if he was very experienced, and stood firmly.

"It seems that he is a very reliable man, and he will become the head of the family in the future." Master Yue patted the little boy's head.

The little boy responded softly: "But I want to open a restaurant and be a chef in the future."

"It's good to open a restaurant." Master Yue took out two balls of dough and a spare rolling pin.

"Come and follow me." Master Yue began to roll the noodles.

The little boy also learned together, the dough was pressed into a round dough, the next step was to use a kitchen knife, Master Yue did not intend to let children come into contact with such a dangerous tool.

Swords don't have eyes. Children of this age can't master a kitchen knife at all.

He decided to help a little, but at this time the noodles in the pot were cooked just right, if they were cooked for a while, the original firm noodles would become soft and lose their elasticity.

He hurried to get a bowl and a colander, scooped up the noodles, and put them in cold water to pass through.

But at this time, the boy had already picked up the knife.

He just wanted to stop it, but found that the boy's posture of holding the knife was very standard.

There was an allegro-like slashing sound, and the knife surface reflected a cold light. The kitchen knife seemed to be integrated with the boy in front of him. The simple cut of noodles has a unique charm.

When I came back to my senses, the dough had been cut into strips of uniform thickness, and the last piece of lotus root was broken and stuck together. It was a very standard ramen.

"You're really talented." Master Yue put the dough into a bowl, poured the soup on it, put the char siew that was cut before on the edge of the bowl with clean chopsticks, and made one with seaweed, green onion, and half a marinated egg. Arrangement.

"Can I serve my bowl of noodles?" The little boy looked at him expectantly.

"Of course." Master Yue brought the finished ramen to the woman, and brought another bowl.

The little boy picked up the chopsticks, picked up the char siu, and carefully placed it on the edge.

"You will definitely become a famous chef in the future." Master Yue did not hesitate to praise himself.

"Thank you for your compliment, please continue to teach me how to make ramen, I want to watch it again." The little boy said.

He was generous and polite, without giving the impression that he was on the weak side.

I am afraid that this child's background is not simple, either rich or noble.

Master Yue rarely sees such a well-educated child, but this has nothing to do with him as a ramen master.

Even if the emperor came, he was just an old man selling ramen.

He performed ramen again.

The peak time at noon has passed, and if there is no next customer after the two have finished eating, then he will close the stall and go to work in the community church.

Anyway, before starting work at night, he also had to make a certain amount of noodles in advance, which was considered as preparation work.

The little boy stared at his movements intently, with a serious expression, and nodded from time to time.

People are little ghosts, and children nowadays really like to pretend to be adults.

Master Yue waited to see the joke.

The kung fu of ramen is not so easy to learn, it looks easy, but it is difficult to do.

It is difficult for newcomers who are just getting started to grasp the strength. The important thing is to apply force evenly.

Even for him, it took some time to complete this process in its entirety.

"Come on, try it." Master Yue put the ramen into a cloth bag.

"Thank you for your teaching." The boy took a deep breath and grabbed the noodles.

Master Yue's eyes are vicious, and he can tell at a glance that he is using too much force. If this continues, it will break after the second flip.

However, after turning over the noodles for the first time, he put down the noodles again, watched them up and down carefully, and then started pulling the noodles again.

This time the strength is just right.

The boy is not arrogant or impetuous, and he has to stop and watch for a while every time he flips it.

Evenly slender noodles are placed on the chopping board.

"Huh, ramen is really profound." The boy exhaled and nodded seriously: "I learned a lot today, thank you very much."

After speaking, he jumped off the bench, sat on his seat, and ate noodles.

Master Yue opened the cloth bag and compared it with the noodles on the chopping board.

"Oh, I really have to be old."

Master Yue shook his head, took out a cloth to wipe the table, and cleaned up his things.

Otherwise, I won't set up a stall tonight, and watch a small movie alone at night.

As he thought so, another person broke into the cloth cover.

It was a boy with short hair, very young, with a childish face.

"Brother Lu." The boy waved.

"Hello, Xiaokang." The boy patted his head.

"I thought you guys would go to eat kaiseki cuisine, but you actually come to this kind of roadside stall to eat, are you used to it?" The boy sat next to the woman.

"If he wants to eat, I'll bring him here."

"Why don't you go to the store to eat."

"This kind of time-honored brand has more taste." The woman shook her phone under the table, and "Kaguya Hime" was written in three big characters on the screen, "I came too hastily, and I haven't prepared a travel guide yet."

"That's right." The boy nodded.

"Boss, give me some char siew noodles, and add two marinated eggs." The young man said, "There is no meat in the vegetarian meal at noon, so at most, I will be half full."

"One serving of char siew noodles, plus two marinated eggs, I'll prepare it for you right away." Master Yue stopped wiping the table and lifted the lid of the soup pot again.

"how much is it?"

"No need to give money, this beautiful lady has already given it beforehand."

"Then I will trouble you, boss."

"Need a drink? Here it is"

"Is there an iced Coke?"

"some."

"Then give me a can."

　Thanks to "Tuntun," for the reward of 500 points
　　
　
(End of this chapter)