Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 44. 43. Sensual Banquet Shura Field

Teenagers and girls on the tennis court are swaying vitality and sweat in the time zone of youth.

On the other hand, Asama was in the central kitchen of Miyukyoin's house, observing high-end ingredients from all over the world.

This kind of centralized large kitchen equipped with two delivery windows is obviously not an occasion where the owner of the villa will cook in person.

The tune of "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen" was thoroughly implemented by these nobles.

Under the leadership of Mr. Takayama, the Michelin-starred chef who used to prepare dishes for state banquets and G7 summits, Asama joined the ranks of noble servants and started working part-time for noble gentlemen.

After thinking about how he could serve at the table in the end, Asama felt an invisible apology to Mr. Takayama and others.

Mr. Gao Shan had a pleasant communication with everyone present for a quarter of an hour.

From the more than 20 dishes he showed, the dishes for tonight have been determined one after another.

It was all decided by Mr. Takayama alone, and Asama did not understand the necessity of this kind of democratic discussion.

Butler Narita mentioned Miss Konoe's expectations for Asama Cuisine in a timely manner.

Asama, according to Miss Konoe's needs for sweet and spicy dishes, cooperated with Mr. Takayama, and it took less than 5 seconds to determine the 2 dishes she was in charge of.

On June 6th at the Manor Villa in the suburbs of Beijing, the dinner menu of Gogyoin’s family [Gokyoin and his friends Konoe Chiyo, Nijo Rena and others] is as follows:
Grilled corn and seafood frozen Western-style tea bowl steamed,
Italian Anchovy Sauce with Balsamic Vinaigrette Tuna Vegetable Salad,
Iwate Prefecture called Pearl Chicken Fish Maw Morel Mushroom Soup,

Pan-fried Tajima beef steak with miso tenderloin at Kinzanji Temple,
Saikyo Grilled Fish Belly with Grilled Matsutake,

Hokkaido mashed potatoes with Norwegian steamed cod,
Nagasaki mud squid with turnip creamy flounder,

The British Christmas pudding that proletarian fighter George Orwell liked to eat,
The Huaxia Chongqing noodles that Shizumi Asama, a proletarian fighter, likes to eat.
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Konoe Chiyo's need for sweetness is naturally met by Christmas pudding.

And Mr. Takayama's dishes are not too big, so Asama is in charge of a staple food full of the hot flavor of the mountain city.

Asama's cuisine is simple and friendly, which is almost incompatible with Mr. Takayama's menu.

Anyway, when the time comes, the portion will be a little less, and it will be advanced if you put some sauce on the plate and sprinkle some vegetable leaves.

Alas, it would be great if Erjian cooks with me, maybe the cooking level will be full in one night.

There was less than an hour and a half before dinner, and the entire kitchen entered a wartime mode. Mr. Gao Shan commanded everyone in an orderly manner, and personally handled a few fish dishes.

Asama also started the preparation of two dishes. Although the Miyukyoin's house is completely westernized, the kitchen unexpectedly has Chinese ingredients such as oily chili, pepper noodles, soybean soy sauce, and mustard.

The ready-made tonkotsu broth and alkaline water noodles save a lot of time.

So much so that Asama can even think wildly while cooking.

It's really not shabby to be a cook.

Although Kant once graded the human senses——

Sight and hearing are high-level and objective, and they are the abilities that can be cultivated to expand the perception of pleasure in these two senses;
Smell and taste are low-level and subjective, and the knowledge generated through smell and taste is not universal, but especially related to the subject, so subjective perception distortion is prone to occur.

As the saying goes, "the other's honey, my arsenic".

Eating has even become a kind of original sin.

Therefore, in this world, musicians and painters are obviously more noble than chefs and perfumers.

But in Qian Jian's eyes, there is no distinction between high and low in these professions, because their presentation carriers can transcend false language and arouse inner resonance.

Paul Sartre, who advocates eating artificial products such as "bread and halva" and opposes natural products such as "seafood and fruit", once said:
"What a person needs is not only food, but a clear understanding of the world. It is through food that people can see the truth of the world through appearances."

The food on the table is the fruit of human labor and the carrier of culture.

The shallowness of appetite, and the profoundness of culture and happiness,

The duality of the two at the same time is the unique charm of the special theme of food.

The sweetness is several times that of the traditional method, and the Christmas pudding is sprinkled with lemon shavings and sweet orange shavings to neutralize the taste, covered with tin foil, and sent to a 220-degree oven according to the water bath method.

When he was about to prepare the noodle sauce, Emiya Bai appeared next to him with an unhappy expression on his face.

Asama said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"If Konoe asked you to help, there is no need. Go up and play, and appreciate the upright Arima more, it will help ease your distortion."

"Did you threaten Chiyo-sama when you went downstairs?"

"So what if it is? So what if it's not? You interfere with my cooking like this. Wait until Miss Konoe of your family fails to eat a satisfactory meal. The problem is all on you."

Emiya Shiro stood beside Asama with a disgusted and helpless expression of pain, thinking it was food poisoning without knowing it.

Asama made a ball with the leftover jam and nuts from Christmas pudding and stuffed it into Emiya's mouth.

"If you don't know what to do, just stay here and test the drug, just like having lunch on the rooftop that day."

"Well!"

Wei Gong, who was stuffed in his mouth, wanted to spit it out, but his mouth swallowed the fruit balls involuntarily.

"If you want to talk about the advantages, you are not useless. There is still a chance for you if you have a horse."

After speaking, I saw that the maid's expression control was out of control.

Asama doesn't want the stupid Emiya to replace the arrogant Konoe as the heroine,

Arima's opinion must still be consulted for the new heroine candidate. This is democracy.

Constantly taking Arima to shake Emiya's psychological defenses, and to drive a wedge between master and servant is just an idle move.

Asama feels that Konoe does not have the way of a king. She can neither be the spokesperson of everyone's will like Alexander the Conqueror, arousing the desires, ambitions, and abilities of subordinates; nor can she be gentle, humorous, and integrated The interests of all people give everyone a sense of security; it is not like those religious leaders or moral heroes, who are so noble that everyone dedicates themselves to his ideals like serving God.

There is no real Konoe party in the student union. In the two months that Konoe Chiyo has been the vice president, he has never done anything to win people's hearts. Arima, who is also the vice president, often goes against her will.

Emiya Bai, a personal maid, neither showed any insight and wisdom, nor could she act as a real extension of the guard's will.

It can be seen that its imperial ability is not high.

Then, it is only natural to cut off the wings of opponents who cannot really recruit subordinates.

The lard oil has been boiled, scooped 2 spoons of fried peanuts, took out and mashed.

Ginger water, garlic water, and water spinach are also prepared, and the pressure cooker is still cooking peas. Thinking of Konoe Chiyo saying that he wants to eat something spicy,

Asama decided to make some salsas with a few jalapenos,
The richness of ingredients in the kitchen of Miyukyoin's family today is comparable to that of supermarkets. Asama suspects that they may have really emptied a supermarket of imported ingredients.

Asama gathered the raw materials, and made some red sauce, green sauce, matcha oil sauce, avocado salsa, and tomato salsa.

Strange to say, spicy dishes are basically not served on noble tables, after all, they may lose their composure.

So, why would Konoe Chiyo want to eat spicy food?
Do you want to show your tears and snot to someone?
No, maybe she can eat spicy food very well, so she ordered super spicy dishes, maybe she wanted to watch other people cry?
Before I knew it, it was 6:9, and all [-] dishes were prepared, divided into plates, and put into large trays.

"Ugh—" A muffled scream came from beside him.

Looking back, I saw Emiya's blushing face, tears in the corners of her eyes, and a look of hatred,
Who told you to try all the hot sauces?

Asama felt that Emiya might be able to live for a long time. After all, a philosopher said: staying stupid without knowing how stupid you are is the key to living.

The tennis match upstairs has come to an end. After a simple bath, the maids presented the washed and dried school uniforms to everyone.

A group of people walked to the restaurant to discuss the ball game just now.

The Konoe-Fukasawa group defeated the Takishima-Futami group and became the final winner.
Futami, who fell short in the finals, almost burst into tears, and finally found a chance to ask Shizumi-kun, and it just fell through.

See you, you are so useless!

Jian Dao breathed a sigh of guilt, as long as Er Jian didn't win, she didn't count as a loser.

Erjo asked secretly beside Takishima:
"Tetsuya, why did you release the water at the end?"

"My gut tells me it might be better to lose tonight."

"Playing basketball with the boss, right? I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

"Miss Linnai, if you think it's a pity, we can buy tickets to go to Disney for a date."

"Who wants to go on a date with you! I just want to watch the castle fireworks."

"Okay, how about we watch fireworks for 3 days?"

"Good idea! I won't spend the night with you!"

"Miss Linnai, if you don't stay for a few more days, won't you have a chance to show off these beautiful princess clothes to your subjects?"

Erjo looked at the cosplay costume in Takishima's phone, his face flushed.

"Okay, this is also impossible."

Asama feels the world's backstab when she enters a restaurant in her tennis uniform.

Even Emiya Bai has changed into school uniforms. Apart from my appearance, my style of painting must not be the same, right?
As the host, Gogyoin sat at the head of the long table, with Konoe, Arima, Fukasawa, and Emiya on the left, and Nijo, Takishima, Jianjima, and Futami on the right.

Ignoring the eyes from Konoe, Asama sat down at the vacant seat on the other side of Futami, and Futami next to him leaned over and asked softly:

"Asama-kun, has the matter that Narita Butler asked you to solve?"

"Well, it's resolved. Konoe and Fukasawa won the tennis match?"

"How does Asama-kun know?"

"You can tell by the look on your face."

Jian Dao and Futami looked towards Fukasawa, and they were really happy.

boom!
There was a thunder outside, followed by several bolts of lightning.

After a few hours of rain, it rained down on the whole of Tokyo like the Milky Way bursting its banks.

The torrential rain seems to want to wring out the moisture over Tokyo in one breath,

Within a few seconds, the villa was enveloped by torrential rain, lightning and thunder.

If it is in a detective novel, at least two people will die in this kind of weather.

The housekeeper Narita took the maid and put the carefully prepared dishes in front of everyone.

Tasting the delicacies cooked by the top chefs in the country, everyone showed expressions of enjoyment.

Except for Jiandao, the expensiveness felt in the pupils, nasal cavity, and tip of the tongue did not make her feel happy.
This is not the culinary art she wants to master,

Perhaps only the taste of Mr. Jingshui's simple ingredients can give her real pleasure and be called real delicacy!
Fukasawa, Gokyoin, and Nijo are indeed the only three in charge of the company, and they constantly raise topics, and the atmosphere of joking makes the dinner more relaxed and interesting.

Fukasawa looked at Erjo on the opposite side with a smile and asked:

"Nijo-san and Takishima-kun are dating~"

"Who would fall in love with this kind of person!"

"Miss Fukasawa misunderstood, I am Miss Reina's dog."

Well, the real social terrorist is here, Tetsuya Takishima, you did something again that Shizumi Asama could never do!
In front of you, I'm just a useless robot with a system.

Takishima saw that the topic seemed to be snuffed out by himself, so he continued the fire.

"Everyone here should be single based on their strength, right? If you really want to fall in love, do you think you can get rid of being single in a few days?"

Unexpectedly, the first person to answer the question was Arima:

"In my case, it will take at least three years."

As soon as the words fell, it attracted the surprised attention of all the girls except Konoe.

Futami, Jianjima, and Fukasawa all looked at the indifferent girl next to Arima with hidden eyes.

Nijo leaned back and walked around the three of them to look at Asama, who was stared back secretly by Asama.

"Arima-kun, is this a new type of joke? Are you overly modest?"

Fukasawa patted Arima's shoulder with a smile, and Migyoin also gave his own answer:
"I won't start a relationship casually. I may be a little impulsive, but if you think about it carefully, it still requires fate. As for getting rid of being single within a few days, this kind of thing is too disrespectful to another person."

Takishima nodded, and directed the firepower to the corner of the long table.
"Asama-kun is the only boy who didn't answer."

Do you really not see yourself as a human being?What about yourself?Takino?
"If narcissism is considered love, it's less than a second, right?"

"Except for Yuxingyuan, your boys' answers are all weird!"

Fukasawa didn't know if it was fake or real, but he smiled happily anyway.

"With Asama-kun's help, I only need one day."

Konoe's cold answer froze the heated atmosphere between Takino and Fukasawa.

What do you mean?
Emiya comprehended and followed up with the speech:

"Don't you know? Asama-san is doing love counseling at school!"

But the reaction that Emiya expected did not appear, is there something wrong?

Nijo, Takishima and Arima knew about this, but why didn't the others move?
Only Gogyin, who was completely ignorant of the situation, looked at Asama curiously:
"Asama, I didn't hear that you are still doing this? You said something after the tuition before. Is this the thing?"

Asama nodded calmly,

"It's just being caught as a strong man, helping to cheer everyone up, and I'm just starting to learn, I don't even know how to be a wingman~~"

Yuxingyuan smiled heartily,
"I understand this, just like many speeches with microphones in the square to exercise courage and challenge yourself, right?"

Asama nodded,

"What Yuxingyuan-kun said is very true."

Konoe didn't care, and ate the main course gracefully, as if she really wasn't afraid of spicy food at all.

BANG!
A loud thunder sounded again in the very nearby sky.

Er Jian thought of "The Tempest", thought of Shakespeare, thought of that sentence,
[Procrastination is wasted, there are not many days to come, twenty Lishu, please come and kiss me, withered grass and poplars, youth is easy to pass]

Perhaps this is a good opportunity to express your heart!See you two!
"If I fall in love with someone who can't be with me, I will choose to be single for the rest of my life."

This sentence was not an answer to the question, which made the three people present feel heavy.

Jian Dao quietly glanced at Er Jian, what she actually wanted to see was the reaction of the people behind Er Jian.

There is no need to think of a better way of expressing it, and she also gave an answer that did not respond to Takino's question:
"I don't know how many days it takes to fall in love, but maybe I only need 5 days to fall in love with someone."

At this moment, Asama felt the Shura field like a sudden rainstorm.

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