My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Xiuji Kitahara handed the rolled crab yellow glutinous rice roll to Haruna to wrap it in the batter, put a piece of tofu into a basin of water, and then started carving with a knife-the sauce tofu in the side dishes is flat Wuqi white tofu can't be made into a monkey brain, but it also raises the price along with all the ingredients, so you can only work **** the appearance, at least not to make the diners feel heartache when they are slaughtered.

Haruna slapped her hand while observing Kitahara Hideji's movements in surprise, and saw that his hand was steady and clever, holding a small carving knife and spinning silently in the water for less than two minutes. At the time of the year, the square tofu became two "white roses", one blooming slowly, and the other blooming.

She was dumbfounded for a while, and Kitahara Xiuji glanced at her, smiled and asked, "What's the matter, Haruna?"

Haruna came back to her senses, refocused her attention on the work at hand, shook her head slightly, and said that there was nothing-she couldn't understand what happened to Kitahara Hideji, but in the scientific world, she seemed to only understand it. Cheng Beiyuan Xiuji is a genius she has never seen before, and a very human genius who is willing to spend time helping her family.

Hideji Kitahara doesn't care what Haruna thinks, his cooking skills are good and not anti-human, and he can't pick out anything particularly strange. He just smiled and said, "If you find it fun, I will teach you later."

Haruna was a little surprised, and at the same time couldn't help but feel a little emotional, and said half-believingly: "Will you teach me?"

"What's unwilling to do?" Kitahara Hideji didn't care. On the contrary, he hopes that Chuncai will be able to stand alone early, and he has no plans to be a chef for a lifetime. If Chuncai can stand up, then give this shop to the head of Chuncai, the Fukuzawa family can continue to have income and the children can be educated. He has just retired.

It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish!

But it's not a good time to go to class. Kitahara Hideji drained the tofu, adjusted the sauce and lemon juice, and leaned forward to Kimura Mitsuhiko. He smiled and said, "Guests, tofu with sauce, please use it slowly. "

The single seat in front of the kitchen counter is good. The chef will serve the food directly so that Dongmei and the others will not run around again.

Kimura Mitsuhiko had just finished tasting the pot of Buddha jumping over the wall, and looked up at him, but he bowed his head and thanked him with a very polite expression.

He was also immersed in the happiness brought by the Buddha jumping over the wall.

It was an unprecedented taste enjoyment, a warm feeling from the depths of the heart, a comfort that satisfied both the body and mind. He is not someone who has never seen the world, but to be honest, he has lived so much and has never had such an extraordinary experience from food.

He looked down at the tofu in the sauce, and saw two “white roses” that are vivid, with distinct layers of petals and slender stamens. For a while, he couldn’t bear to chopsticks—this shop is so particular, and even the side dishes are so meticulous. It's not at all lost to Kansai's century-old famous store, and it's not far from the company. Why haven't you heard of it before?

He looked left and looked again. He always felt that this dish of tofu rose was perfect. He couldn't bear to destroy it. He missed the satisfaction of eating Buddha jumping over the wall just now. He hesitated and asked: "May I order another one just now... Is it your full-fledged cuisine?"

He instinctively felt that this store was very unusual, and his personal cultivation was very good, and his attitude was quite respectful. Some worried about the tradition of this store, such as that special stew can only be ordered once per person— —The more delicious the restaurant, the more rules it is, the more traditional, the fear of losing its reputation, and the more reluctant to sell.

But he was worried for nothing. The fast-track celebrity chef of Xiuji Kitahara didn't have so many problems. If the person in front of him can afford the price, let alone order another one, he can sell all the jars and greet him directly from afar. Dongmei said: "The guests want a full house again." After speaking, he put the fried crab rolls to Kimura Mitsuhiko.

A dinner raised his hand when he heard it and said: "Please give me another one too!" This is Zhu Ba Jie who ate ginseng fruit and killed it in one bite. Then he felt regretful and could only focus on one.

Mitsuhiko Kimura looked back and ignored the person, then turned to see the crab roll in front of him was cut into slices, stacked diagonally in a row on a plate, and beside it was a white and tender radish flower, which was slightly exuding. heat. Shinhiko Nakamura took a slice and put it in his mouth, and tasted it carefully. He was shocked to find that this side dish was even better than others. It seemed that he did not use crab roe sauce, but used real crab roe - how did he get it this season Fresh crab roe?

He turned his head and glanced at the cooking wooden sign on the wall, and found that 599 yen was written under the crab roll rolls, and he was a little ashamed--it turns out that this restaurant not only has excellent cooking taste, but also has authentic ingredients, even if it is better than others. The store’s price is nearly double that of course, but it’s not a slaughter of customers, I have some misunderstandings.

The store is not good, but it is a restaurant with perfect food. It is oneself who judges people by appearance!

The crab roe in the mouth was extremely delicious, and the tongue was irritated strongly. Shinhiko Nakamura took a cup of ice-cooked simmered cup, and the aroma of the wine suddenly became stronger. He couldn't help showing a pleasant look on his face.

He glanced at Hideji Kitahara, who was busy behind the kitchen counter, and was somewhat convinced of the young general manager-based on the general's cooking skills, this restaurant also lacks time for accumulation, so he may have to come back to eat. A seat is reserved.

But at this time Dongmei ran over in a hurry, and sent a cup of Buddha jumped over the wall, her little face was overwhelmed with joy. This thing sells really well. The few who came in ordered one bowl, and the others had already eaten three bowls-she finally tried her best to make a temporary price increase, and rushed out the door to make 2,899 yen per cup. Change it to 3899 yen per cup.

She had spied in front of the door, and the aroma of the jar enveloped half the street. The ARA new-style izakaya opposite had employees beginning to probe their heads here, seeming to finally take a look at the opponent who had never been in the eye.

She was very proud of her. Looking back at her store, there were more and more people, and she felt the pleasure of revenge-she never expected that she would be able to take revenge on her own!

The temptation of the Buddha jumping over the wall is much stronger than the simple side dishes, Nakamura immediately turned back to the small bowl in front of him, lowered his head and drank the soup again, feeling a little impatient, slightly losing the dignity of the high-level elite white-collar workers.

That kind of heart-warming happiness is really greedy.

He took a sip of the soup and went to clamp the crab rolls, and the beautiful tofu carving finally got his hands. He only felt that the refreshing and sour lemon juice was very refreshing, even the simple side dishes made people feel from the bottom of my heart. Feel comfortable in it.

He finally knows what food is. It turns out that food is used to convey happiness.

And he was able to eat hard, savouring the happiness that has long since disappeared in the harsh competition in the workplace, when he suddenly heard someone behind him pat the table suddenly, he couldn't help but look back and saw a company employee of his own age. It's on the scene.

The employee of the company probably didn’t work in a good company. Although he was dressed in a formal suit, it was obviously a cheap suit of the most popular merchandise. He stood there and looked surprised at a room without noticing it. He drank half a glass of draught beer. Yelled: "Yes, I can't let Tomoko down anymore!"

Kitahara Hideji also looked up in amazement, who is Tomoko? He took a closer look and found that he didn't say that there were no women around him, he didn't have any companions, and it seemed that he had just come in for a drink with a frowning face just now.

Dongmei was also taken aback, and hurried to trot over and carefully asked, "Guest, what happened?" At the same time, she turned her back and gestured to Xia Zhi Xia Sha, asking them to be careful together.

The man put his clean, empty glass on the table again, his expression on his face became firmer, took out his wallet and took out a five thousand yen bill and placed it on the table. He said in confession: "I'm a coward, I'm afraid Don’t let Tomoko Happiness fail her heart! I’m such an idiot, I’ll go to her to confess now! No, ask her to marry me!"

After that, he bowed and grabbed the briefcase and ran out like crazy, leaving only a faint "Thank you", and Dongmei stood at the table in a daze-is this drunk? But this guy just ordered a glass full of draught beer! Can you get drunk too? How can you have the courage to enter an izakaya with this kind of alcohol?

But she was taken aback for a moment and reacted, clutching the five thousand yen bill and chasing out the door, shouting: "Guest, I haven't got you change yet..."

But when she went out, she found that the man hadn't heard at all, and it was like a wild dog running wild on the street, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When Hideji Kitahara stood behind the kitchen counter, there was a feeling of "crystal" a dog. What kind of trouble is this? What kind of hidden feelings were you evoked, and what buff were you transformed into? Courageous? Desperate? Why did you choose to propose?

This won't hurt people, will it? The duration of the BUFF is only 120 minutes. After two hours, who's the pot you regret?

When he withdrew his gaze full of anxiety, he found that Shinhiko Nakamura, who had finished eating in front of the kitchen counter, looked wrong. He was closing his eyes slightly, his face felt like his soul was being purified.

Hideji Kitahara is a little bit awkward, the cooking made by this funny B skill won't make people suffer from mental illness, right? He asked cautiously: "Guest, what's the matter with you?"

Shinhiko Nakamura opened his eyes, and the trace of anxiety in his eyes that seemed to exist forever has disappeared, and he calmly said: "It's just a sudden feeling in my heart, and I have recovered the original feeling of pure effort."

Then he looked down at the empty soup bowls and plates, and sighed: "Amazing food!" He didn't wait for Hideji Kitahara to answer after he finished speaking, took out 20,000 yen from his wallet and placed it on the kitchen counter, and turned away. Walked, "I will come again!"

Pressure is nothing, calming down and working hard is the best way to combat pressure!

He now wants to be quiet, sort out his inner thoughts, and meet the challenge without anxiety and pressure! Unexpectedly, food has such power!

Hideji Kitahara looked at the banknotes on the kitchen counter, and at the calm and quiet back of Shinhiko Nakamura. Some did not know what to say, but as a chef, he couldn't touch the banknotes. He hurriedly greeted: "This guest , Haven't looked for money yet..."

Shinhiko Nakamura just raised his hand lightly and said no need, and left without turning his head, but Dongmi ran over and put the 20,000 yen into her pocket without hesitation, and looked at Shinhiko Nakamura. 'S back said: "He is...satisfied with the food?"

Paying twice as much for the wine should be an extraordinary satisfaction, but it doesn't look like the manner of walking!

But Dongmei just asked~www.readwn.com~ Customers are being attracted in continuously, getting busier and busier, and can no longer care what the diners feel!

She turned around and said to Kitahara Hideji and Haruna: "Salt peanuts and salted edamame at table No. 2, char-grilled ray shark's fin at table No. 6, and chowder of entrails at table No. 6. The two guests ordered jade..." She gave a whole bunch of orders. Later, he added: "Chuncai, you will entertain the guests in front of the kitchen counter, so I'm too busy."

Seeing that even the single people in front of the kitchen counter were almost full, Haruna was very happy, and quickly agreed, "Yes, eldest sister!"

Is this the feeling of a celebrity chef sitting in a restaurant?

After Dongmei gave orders, she turned around to greet the new guests. Her expectation today is that it would be best to have four or five tables of full customers, seven or eight individual customers, but she did not expect that the big jar created by Kitahara Xiuji was as powerful as a trap. She was desperately abducting people into the store, and finally it was full. She can only be painful and happy. Under the circumstance of manpower shortage, Xia Zhi stood at the door and kept bowing and apologizing to the new guests, and the small money pocket in her apron had become more and more bulging over time. , The same as five months pregnant.

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