Labyrinth Restaurant

Japan is a Kanto location.

Already around nine o'clock at night, Lisa's father and grandfather were in the kitchen of "The One Bridge of Western Food," making tomorrow's planting and cleaning up. It is a task that has been repeated for decades now, and the movement has no precipitation whatsoever.

And it was about time that the work went through a paragraph. Lisa came down from the living space upstairs. I have a basin in my hand with something that looks delicious. There's a family kitchen upstairs apart from the kitchen in the store, so I guess I've made something there.

"Good job on your work, Father and Grandfather. I tried making it here, but if you like, eat it."

"Oh, thank you."

Lisa helps her parents store about twice or three times a week now. That's also limited to a few hours between the end of school and closing.

As for Lisa, I just want to do some more shifts and culinary training, but I am settling in this degree of number of times with the family policy that I value my time with academics and friends.

By the way, even if you're a family, your salary is out in the form of putting it on a penny. The idea is that getting the right reward creates a sense of seriousness and responsibility in your work.

For that reason, just because my parents are a cook doesn't mean I can cook all I want, but Lisa occasionally made something in the form of a plug into her family. Lisa will have more opportunities for training, and two birds a stone because it will please her family.

My father and grandfather are really sweet for cute kids (grandchildren) and I meditate my eyes on the cost of some ingredients. With the pride of the job, only the evaluation of the flavor will be honest, but Lisa would also like to know about that.

"Oh, this tea is delicious"

"Um, it's the taste of my preference. Don't resemble Iron Kannon."

"Good. That, my friend (? I got you a souvenir."

"Well, did anyone even go on a trip?"

The tea Lisa served was brewed with leaves she received from Cosmos a few hours ago. I got a question mark on the word "friend," but it's after I get scattered sexual harassment, so I guess I can't help it either.

"So, I made this one from the skin."

At the end of Lisa's gaze, there were steamed manjus that were in addition to standing hot air. A total of two each for my father and grandfather. It's a manju that seems more edible than an adult clench.

"Speaking of which, it was time for a delicious meaty season"

"We don't make these."

Basically for them spending most of the day in the kitchen of a western restaurant, eating chinese was a long time too. There's no first thing about buying food in convenience stores, and you only get a chance to eat out with your family on holidays, or about when someone gives you a souvenir.

Besides, if you think about it, the genre of western food itself probably doesn't really have much to do with steamed food.

When it comes to Western flower shapes, fried cutlets, fries and other baked goods, such as hamburgers and steaks, and then stewed dishes like stews. When it comes to steaming, is it enough to make seasonal seafood a wine steam?

Well, aside from that.

"I had my mother try it first, too, and she said it was delicious. I'm so confident."

"Oh, well, I'm looking forward to that. Then I'll have it."

And I started eating the mandarin in the corner before it cooled down.

Lisa had been making it from the skin for a long time too, but the dough was fluffy and swollen properly, and the sweet aroma of wheat erupted all at once on the hot air when I bumped into it.

And what is the appliance under its skin?

"Well, I see it's not bad. No, delicious."

Speaking of which, you were just picking it up.

What Lisa used as her manju utensil was the beef stew she also serves in this store.

There is no problem with using leftover dishes for cooking this way, as they can be consumed as irrelevant to ourselves or the employees we employ, or in the form of crying and discarding.

Of course, the stew cannot be wrapped in the skin as it is, so it is boiled over low heat after being transferred to a small pan to skip moisture, and the vegetables are crushed with wood vera to give it an overall texture that I have. That's how the stew, which went from liquid to semi-solid, was wrapped in fermented wheat dough and steamed up.

And noteworthy was that the cheeky meat of the big cow, the star of the stew, was wrapped in luxury as it was. Soft-boiled meat so soft that when the tip of the tongue touches it, it seems to collapse, one at a time, in one mandarin.

If you're just a beef stew, it's not surprising that every convenience store company is among the ingenious variants every year, but if it's based on stews genuinely made by an incumbent western eater and becomes a luxurious manju with a large amount of gobbled cheeky meat, it won't be possible for boulders to produce and serve it in bulk in a convenience store.

Beef stew and chinese.

It also seems like a mismatch at first glance, but its compatibility was surprisingly good.

The sauce part, which completely blends the flavours of the vegetables, stains the sweet skin, which is really delicious.

Chewing on the fiber of the cheeky meat overflows the flavor of the meat twitching, which goes hand in hand with the flavor of the wheat, and this is delicious again.

It was a pretty big manju, but Lisa's father and grandfather, the Kenzi family, instantly flattened out with Peroli.

Lisa, it was delicious.

"Oh, it was delicious. Good luck at this rate."

"Yeah!"

Lisa was able to get to the floor this evening in a very peaceful mood thanks to the passing scores from the esteemed masters.

I still have "homework" from Cosmos and all sorts of other problems, but that's also not the way to solve it if you're entangled in a harsh atmosphere. Instead, it would be better to look for materials that could be as bright as possible, which would also broaden your horizons and be a shortcut to a resolution.