My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

In the evening of the next day, Xiuji Kitahara set the jar on the temporary stove in front of Chunwei's house, and the jar Buddha has been simmered for 18 hours with a gentle fire.

He turned on the firepower of the temporary stove to make the jar Buddha jump over the wall to boil again. Except for the five sisters of the Fukuzawa family, who went to the hospital to accompany them in the snow, everyone else was watching.

Haruna looked at the jar carefully, and Dongmei looked a little worried, and couldn't help asking, "Is this really useful?"

Hideji Kitahara erected the price tag next to it, which read "2899 yen/cup".

Dongmei looked at the price, and couldn't help it, and asked again: "It's too expensive, let's pursue the breakeven first, right?"

Hideji Kitahara glanced at Dong Mei helplessly. She said these things all afternoon. He hadn't realized that Dong Mei was such a conservative person before—this guy has a very sensitive and fragile mentality and is prone to gains and losses. No wonder he always loses his temper.

He smiled at Dongmei, and tried his best to comfort him: "This is already sold at a bargain price, so this shop can't do it. We have to change to a five-star one. I would rather dump this cup into the trash can instead of selling it for 18 thousand."

Just as the name of "China's No. 1 Soup" is worth the price, although the main ingredients are weaker and not as high-end and luxurious as the real product, but the craftsmanship of Kitahara Hideji is there, and there are skills to cheer, he really feels that the sale is cheaper ——It was mainly for advertising. If it were not for regaining popularity, he would not choose such a tiring dish.

Are you kidding me when you are the No. 1 foodie on earth?

Chuncai pulled La Dongmei next to him, and said softly, "Sister, don't be like this!"

Since you have chosen to believe in others, don't always show fear and fear after you follow your ass. Isn't that looking for annoying?

Xiuji Kitahara didn’t care about Dongmei any more, and started to gently uncover the lotus leaf of the altar-this is a fat-bellied arhat altar. It used to contain 32 kilograms of old rice wine. I don’t know which **** transported it to Japan. Just take this jar of wine. It cost them a lot of money.

Dongmi watched the movements of Kitahara Xiuji nervously. Although Xiuji Kitahara made a low-profile version of the Buddha Jumping the Wall, the ingredients selected were not too expensive, but this jar was also the living expenses of the Fukuzawa family for more than a month. She could only eat it at home, and she really squirted out three feet of blood in a mouthful.

Layers of lotus leaves were uncovered, and the fragrance gradually came out. First of all, the nearest Kitahara Hideji couldn't help but swallowed saliva first-very loud, like a genetic instinct, control I can't help it, saliva is secreted naturally, it is better to swallow it than to flow out the slaw!

The second is Dongmei. She was swallowed by this strong fragrance, and she suddenly swallowed a big mouthful of water, and Haruna followed closely, and Xia Zhi Xia finally followed, as if she was engaged in a drooling contest.

Kitahara Xiuji kept moving his hands, smelling this strange fragrance in his heart with some surprises.

It seems that the small probability dish level increase in [The God of Cookery] is triggered, and the effect is much better than expected. Although the quality of the main ingredients used in this jar "Monk Jumping the Wall" is very poor, there is basically no nourishing effect, but only the taste In other words, it might not be inferior to the legendary celebrity chef.

This should belong to a very small probability event that can be encountered but not achieved.

And when the lotus leaves are completely uncovered, the scent becomes more intense, and the entanglement floats to the street. The greasy but not bad scent of the various ingredients is perfectly integrated, mixed with the warm fragrance of wine, straight Hit the human face, straight into the heart and spleen.

Dongmi has nothing to say, and Haruna is surprised. She has limited knowledge and can't tell the level of cooking skills, but this sub-scent can't deceive people. After smelling this sub-scent, she even hesitated whether to take out three thousand yen to taste it-Kitahara Hideji three months When I came to work, my craftsmanship seemed to be the same as my own. After only three months, did it make such a big difference?

Is the kind of "talented person" my father often talks about so terrifying?

Xia Zhi Xia Sha, the two heartlessly swallowed saliva and exchanged glances, and squeezed to the side of Kitahara Xiuji together, Qi Qimei said: "Euny sauce, it's so fragrant, can you give us a taste of it?"

These two little guys are very talented, and their voices are crisp, and Kitahara Hideji belongs to the kind of person who likes children, and is always quite tolerant to children. Hearing that, he took a long-handled spoon to dig out the jar. I'm going to make a bowl for the two little guys to taste something fresh-although it is going to be sold, how big is a bowl for your own kids? This jar will sell for one or two hundred cups, so it doesn't matter if you taste it.

Dongmei is not as good at talking as he is. Seeing that there are already pedestrians who are looking over curiously while smelling the scent, she turned around and dragged Xia Zhixiasha's collar to the door, yelling: "Sell the rest for you to eat," Now they are all ready to open a shop!"

Haruna must have listened to her eldest sister. She stepped forward and took the long-handled spoon from Kitahara Hideji, and bowed slightly: "General, please go to the kitchen!"

Kitahara Xiuji showed super strong strength. She felt that she must show the corresponding respect. Her tone was more polite by three points, which can be regarded as respectful.

Xiuji Kitahara was speechless, thinking for a while, wondering what to say, and finally had to owe him: "Okay, go to the kitchen."

He went straight to the back of the kitchen counter, straightened his cooking clothes, put on a chef hat, and Haruna wrapped his head in a cloth towel, with a calm expression watching the door of the store, ready to strike at Kitahara Hideji-Junweiya reopened , Chef Nidaime Kitahara personally heads the spoon.

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"Excuse me!" Kimura Mitsuhiko gently lifted the curtain and entered this humble street shop. If it is not for the smell of too much smell when passing by and he himself is too hungry, this kind of anonymous shop is generally not easy to get involved-when a colleague sees him entering and leaving this kind of shop, it is a serious problem, and others will think him This person can't break away from the native class, and can't become a big climate without a structure.

Dongmi was still serving as a waitress. When Mitsuhiko Kimura came in, her crescent eyes suddenly brightened. He took a closer look at his clothes and found that the other party was wearing a high-end suit with a gold-plated badge with the word "eight" on his left chest, and rushed straight up. One bowed and shouted: "Welcome, please sit here."

I scammed one in so quickly. Looking at the badge, this guy is an employee of Nagoya United Bank. Although he can't be a cadre at this age, he is a standard fat sheep in terms of the income of such a person.

The situation in Japan is different from that in China. Large banks are not for prestigious students. The real elites gather, and the income of civil servants at the same level is enough for these people to receive subsidies. After all, large banks are the core of the Japanese consortium's trinity strategy.

Mitsuhiko Kimura is only 26 or 27 years old, but he has a calm personality and an elite white-collar style. He was not surprised to see a turnip head rushing over. Instead, he bowed his head slightly and went to sit down in front of the kitchen. Then I turned my head and looked at the entire izakaya, and found that the decoration was very tasteless, with a relic of the Showa era, which is probably the place where ordinary company employees drink two glasses of bad wine and scold their boss after work.

He regretted entering this kind of store slightly, then looked up at the chef, and frowned slightly-the generals of this store are too young, right? This can no longer be explained by a tender face.

Dongmei is very polite. It has been more than two years since Chunweiwu opened a store. I really haven't seen a few such high-end sheep, and I am very attentive at the moment. First, a hot towel and barley tea were offered, and then he asked very politely: "What do the guests want to use?"

Kimura Mitsuhiko was an ordinary college student before entering a major bank. He was no stranger to this kind of izakaya. He glanced at the cooking plate hanging on the wall and was shocked to find that the shop looked ordinary. The price of the dishes is not inferior to those famous traditional stores.

But he doesn’t mind, it’s no more expensive than the money for opening a bottle of champagne in a high-end club. He just rubbed his nose—the strange fragrance became stronger when he entered it—and he said casually: "I have a stew at the door. , Ask for another glass of draft beer, the rest is up to... the general decides!"

Kitahara Hideji was too young, and he didn't call it smoothly.

Dongmei nodded and said: "Yes, guest! A full house, two a la carte side dishes, a glass of draft beer!" After signing the order, she went to the door and stood on the small bench with a long-handled spoon to open it-three Thousand yen is credited to the account, this thing can really be sold!

Hideji Kitahara smiled, and took a small bottle of iced shochu to Kimura Mitsuhiko and put it in front of him, politely said: "Mandangfu is more suitable for small yaki. This is a gift from our store. Please use it slowly."

The name "Buddha Jumping Over the Wall" can't be translated directly. There are many Buddhists in Japan, which can easily cause religious disputes. The monk jumped over the wall indiscriminately by Kitahara Hideji is even more bullshit. If a real monk comes in, it is really embarrassing, so Dongmi asked him to take it again. A high-end alias is hung on the wall.

She just wants to make money and feed her siblings, but she doesn't want to cause any trouble.

Kitahara Hideji left her alone, and casually took a festive spot, and tasting this kind of dish is indeed a cool little roast.

Mitsuhiko Kimura didn’t expect this young general to be very particular. He was about to pay a tip to pay for the wine, so he sat in the single seat in front of the kitchen and smiled, said thank you politely, and then his eyes Was attracted by the small soup bowl that Dongmi brought, and Kitahara Hideji asked again: "Is it okay to choose crab roe stew and tofu with sauce for the side dishes?"

It’s not okay to use all Chinese dishes. After all, the customers are foreigners, so you should respect local customs as much as possible.

Mitsuhiko Kimura replied absently, focusing on the small bowl of steaming "stew" in front of him, clasping his hands together, then took a spoon and scooped up a piece of scallops. The soup was brown, like The thick wine circulates lightly, not like cooking, but rather like a valuable artwork.

This stirred up, and the scent became stronger. He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva again, and then blew it into his mouth, but after just chewing, the soup in the scallops poured out, clearly chewing The shellfish is shredded, but salty, fragrant, tender, slippery, and fresh have emerged one after another, and the layers are distinct, messy and not messy, and the aroma of wine is gathered together, which can be called a lot of taste.

He couldn't help holding up the small soup bowl and drank the thick soup again. There was an explosion of taste on his tongue, and a strong sense of pleasure rose in his heart. It seemed that he understood what Haruki Murakami said in an instant. The kind of "little happiness".

There may be many kinds of happiness, but the bowl of soup in front of you represents the kind of beauty that is fleeting but never mind.

As a newcomer to the largest bank in the Guanzhong area, Mitsuhiko Kimura is still under great competitive pressure, for fear that he will be dispatched to another company as an expatriate ~www.readwn.com~ or be kicked if something goes wrong someday. Going to the countryside, he was even sent to garrison in the hapless Southeast Asia, and his future was cut off. Therefore, he usually patronizes high-end clubs, talks to female publicists for talks, drinks, and is addicted to cigarettes, just to relieve stress. After drinking this sip of soup, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed in my heart.

He likes this feeling very much, where the fine tasting tastes slowly, and he is reluctant to finish drinking it for a while, and Kitahara Hideji is holding the glutinous rice skin and rolling the crab roe, and looking up at him, he feels that this guy is calm enough-this kind of little The bowl is about to be changed into the snow, and the roll is gone after sticking out the tongue, which is the same as the effect of the second brother eating ginseng fruit.

This guy is a real eater who can eat good and bad.

He is more attentive in his hands, wanting to keep the guy in front of him as a regular customer, and Chunwei's room has also started to enter people at zero and three. Dongmei is pleasantly surprised-many people are planning to go to ARA's new izakaya. During this period of time, the store was on fire, and when she walked to the door to smell the fragrance, she turned into the pure taste house, and even Dongmei recognized the two “traitor” old customers who had previously taken refuge in the opposite side.

She smiled sweeter and sweeter, sharpened her knives repeatedly in her heart, and planned to come in today to slaughter one by one. She must chop up these fat sheep.

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