Eternal food paradise

Xia Yan felt a little flustered for no reason.

It’s not that he panicked when dealing with customers. In the past two months, he had developed a perseverance attitude through bad reviews and bad reviews.

He panicked, Hua Dao seemed to be passive.

What to do if you can’t control yourself!

Calm down, even in the form of 'passive talent', it shouldn't be triggered anytime and anywhere. There must be a mechanism. Can I apply my understanding of Spicy Specialization to the advancement of sword skills? …”

The mechanism for triggering spicy specialization has two necessary conditions:

First, concentrate and concentrate.

Second, at least one of the ingredients in the dish has spiciness. In a narrow sense, it is chili pepper. In a broad sense, it extends to Sichuan peppercorns and all spicy sauces.

I think these innate skills have one thing in common, they require a high level of mental state!

Xia Yan held the knife, glanced at the chopped ham, and then at the intact cucumber next to him, and seemed eager to try: Try it?

He does not allow unstable and uncontrollable factors to exist in his kitchen.

Moreover, the one who is uncontrollable is still himself.

This is extremely serious.

I can't even take in and digest the first sword skill advancement. In the future, the talent tree will spread, starting with a few sword skills and then more than a dozen sword skills. Then I won't be confused when I first start chopping vegetables. Are you stupid? If you eat a halberd, you will definitely lose!

Xia Yan tried to do two things at once, focusing only about half of his attention on cutting cucumbers, while the other half was deliberately distracted to think about messy trivial matters in life.

Shimada Takashi was dumbfounded.

When cutting ham, the chef showed off his knife skills, but the next moment, it was like slowing down the video infinitely, giving himself a negative state of slowing down, one cut at a time, his movements were very slow, and his expression was very cautious, as if facing a powerful enemy.

This, the style of painting has changed!

It took several minutes to make a cucumber. Xia Yan put the wok on the stove, poured oil into the pan and heated it, and then quickly wiped the sweat with a towel.

Uncle, there was an accident. Just wait two minutes and the fried rice you ordered will be ready-

Shimada Takashi hesitated to speak.

Pssssssss...

Soon, Shimada Takashi was familiar with the fried rice process. He confirmed again and again that what he observed was within the scope of his understanding, and his heart, which had been hanging tight since entering the store, was about to drop back.

Suddenly I was surprised to hear a clear female voice say: It's strange, I smell a burnt smell. Uncle, have you noticed it?

Burnt smell?

Shimada Takashi was stunned.

There was a strange smell, but he subconsciously ignored it because the smell gave him a familiar, safe and harmless feeling. Shimada Takashi pondered slightly, and a light suddenly flashed in his mind. Hey, this is not the money he used to soak in the bath. Is it the smell you often smell when making soup?

In old Tokyo, there were many sento baths. Shimada Takashi missed the sento buildings near his home that were demolished more than ten years ago. He had a long list of memories when it came to sento baths. Even if he was indulging in the feasting and feasting, he would go home very late. But whenever I feel tired, I always grab a men's yukata, wear clogs, and run to the sento without hesitation.

He likes to soak in the bathtub, free and relaxed.

Sometimes, just smelling the scent of soap and the smell that is now wafting in the restaurant, I close my eyes and fall asleep without realizing it.

As I thought about it, a chimney more than ten or twenty meters high came to mind.

It smells like firewood!

Shimada Takashi lamented that Lao Sentou basically uses firewood to boil water in order to control operating costs. If only gas was used, many Sentang would go out of business within a few months.

I've been waiting for a long time, here's your 'spicy fried rice'.

At this time, a tray was pushed in front of him. Shimada Takashi came back to his senses and glanced at the steaming fried rice with a bowl of soup beside it.

He picked up the chopsticks and clasped his palms together: Thank you, I'll get started.

Put the rice into your mouth.

hot!

I couldn't help but take a few sips of the soup to relieve myself, but this time Shimada Takashi was surprisingly quiet. He neither complained about the unstoppable spiciness of the 'spicy fried rice', nor did he swallow the rice balls hastily, but turned his teeth over and over again. Chewing and savoring it carefully, then the tense face relaxed inexplicably, and the expression began to have a feeling of comfortable sleep.

He seemed to be asleep in his seat.

Seeing this, Xia Yan secretly patted his thigh to review himself: Damn, this order is going to go bad. Did I put in not enough 'super-grade bean paste' to kill me?

He was worried that there was something wrong with the 'Darkness Index', and he was even more worried that the customers would give him good reviews and he would lose a lot of blood.

A weak voice said: Manager Xia, why does your store smell like firewood?

Aono Sumiko rested her chin on her hands and looked intently. The small look in her eyes made Xia Yan excited. In her delicate pupils, he seemed to see himself glowing and infinitely tall.

In fact, no need for Aono Sumiko to say, Xia Yan had already discovered it when he turned off the stove valve and finished cooking.

And, he probably knows where the culprit is.

I accidentally threw myself into it again, ah ah ah ah~~ There was a villain in my mind, kneeling on the ground, clutching his head and feeling extremely regretful.

Thanks for the hospitality.

Ten minutes later, Shimada Takashi put down his chopsticks, drank all the beer and soup, and thanked him very seriously.

Aono Sumiko looked at the neighbor sitting next door and clasped her hands with a smile.

Thank you for your hospitality*2.

How's it going? Are you satisfied with the new dishes? Xia Yan asked deliberately.

Without thinking, Sumiko Aono exchanged a very understanding look with the person at the bar and said loudly: I'll give you a negative review!

Xia Yan gave a thumbs up in response, with a smile on his face, nothing like the chef or store manager who had just received a bad review from a customer.

Shimada Takashi: ...

Uncle, what about you? Xia Yan looked away.

I, I'll give it...

Suddenly, the words stopped.

Shimada Takashi felt a chill on his neck, as if he had fallen into a slaughterhouse, and the ferocious glances of a pig butcher were coming from the bar.

Bad review!

Snap his fingers: Welcome to come often.

Shimada Takashi carefully put down the banknotes to pay the bill, then stood up and walked to the door. He stood there for a while, looking at Shitamachi and looking for something in the blue sky of Tokyo: Where can I see a dozen or two dozen? Where is the ten-meter-high chimney...

Suddenly I want to take a bath in Laoqian Hot Spring.

…

After seeing off the guests, Xia Yan prepared to wash the dishes and wipe the table.

Manager Xia, leave it to me——

Aono Sumiko took the initiative to invite her and quickly walked around to the door of the bar.

I refuse. Xia Yan raised his hand to stop him.

Uh! Why is this like this!

Aono Sumiko looked unhappy, her emotions written on her face.

Don't you really want to think about it? She sat back at the bar and watched Xia Yan clean up the kitchen and turn on the faucet to do the chores. Aono Sumiko cautiously said in a consultative tone, Please hire a clerk, and I will do it. Yes, the part-time hourly salary is less than 1,000 yuan, so I am really cheap.

Hearing this, Xia Yan put on gloves, stopped washing dishes, turned around and said, Chengzi-chan, say to me in a sweet and pleasant tone - Master, welcome back -

Aono Sumiko subconsciously reread.

look.

Xia Yan clicked his tongue and praised: With your looks, voice, and overall condition, it would be a pity not to go to a high-end maid cafe, so stop saying that you are cheap.

But I just want to work for Manager Xia!

What's the reason?

After putting the tableware on the stainless steel rack to dry first, Xia Yan took off his gloves, packed the kitchen waste into bags, and walked to the backyard.

You can eat Manager Xia's new dishes immediately! Aono Sumiko chased after her.

She observed Xia Yan's expressionless and unsteady profile as he piled garbage, and then added: Also, this place is very close to the apartment where I live.

Following the direction the girl pointed, Xia Yan raised his head and saw a very tall apartment building on the other side of the canal, not far from the viaduct across the river.

Why do I remember that the house prices there are very high and the rent is also very expensive. Xia Yan couldn't help complaining.

It's just separated by a river.

On the other side of the river, the Shitamachi Old Street at this end is really not the same style.

It is very expensive, but I can clearly see Tokyo Skytree from the all-glass study room. The scenery is very good. Aono Sumiko said, The key is to use a telescope to see the town...

The girl suddenly closed her mouth.

Xia Yan had a headache, So you work to pay high rent?

No, that house is a property under my mother's name. Didn't I tell you, Manager Xia? I am a Vtube, virtual anchor. I was often disturbed by my father when I was broadcasting live at my original home. I was also constantly disturbed by I didn’t like the surveillance, so I moved out...

stop!

The white, rich and beautiful persona in Xia Yan's mind became more and more complete, Where was your original place?

Shibuya Shoto.

Very good, a traditional celebrity and wealthy area in Tokyo.

The identification is completed.

Xia Yan walked away without looking back: Sorry, sorry, the temple boy can't afford to hire migrant workers.