Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 9 The smell of firewood

Xia Yan was inexplicably flustered.

It's not that he panicked when dealing with customers, but he has cultivated his perseverance in the past two months from bad reviews and bad reviews.

He was in a panic, "Hua Knife" seemed to be passive.

Can't control myself what to do!
"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 triggered by spicy specialization has two necessary conditions:

First, concentrate and concentrate.

Second, among the ingredients of the dishes, there is at least one spicy taste. In the narrow sense, the scope is chili pepper, and in the broad sense, the scope extends to Sichuan peppercorns, as well as all seasonings.

"I think these innate skills have one thing in common, which requires a high mental state!"

Holding the knife, Xia Yan glanced at the ham that had been cut, and then glanced at a whole cucumber beside him, eager to try: "Try it?"

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

Moreover, the uncontrollable one is himself.

This is extremely serious.

"I can't even get into the first level of knife skills, and I can't digest them. In the future, the talent tree will spread, and if I start a few, there will be more than a dozen knife skills. Then, wouldn't I be confused when I first started cutting vegetables?" Are you stupid? If you eat the halberd, you will definitely lose!"

Xia Yan tried to focus on two tasks, only about half of his attention was on cutting cucumbers, and the other half was deliberately scattered to think about some messy trivial things in life.

Takashi Shimada looked dumbfounded.

When cutting the ham, the chef showed off his knives, but the next moment, it was like slowing down the video infinitely, imposing a deceleration negative state on himself, one knife at a time, the movement was very slow, and the expression was very cautious as if facing an enemy.

This, the painting style has changed!
It took several minutes for a cucumber. Xia Yan put the frying pan on the stove, poured oil into the pan, and then quickly wiped the sweat with a towel.

"Uncle, something happened, wait another 2 minutes and your fried rice will be ready soon—"

Shimada Takashi hesitated to speak.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo..."

Soon, it was the fried rice session that Takashi Shimada was familiar with. He confirmed over and over again that what he observed was not beyond the scope of his understanding, and his heart that had been hanging tightly since entering the store was about to fall back.

Suddenly, a crisp female voice said in surprise, "It's strange, I smell a burnt smell, uncle, have you noticed it?"

Burnt smell?

Shimada Takashi was taken aback.

There was a strange smell, which was subconsciously ignored by him, because the smell gave him a sense of safety and harmlessness. Do you often smell the soup?

In the old days of Tokyo, there were many Sentos. Takashi Shimada missed the Sento buildings near his home that were demolished more than ten years ago. When it comes to Sentos, he has a lot of memories. But whenever I feel tired, I don’t hesitate to take a men’s yukata, put on clogs, and run to the sento.

He likes to soak in the bath, unrestrained, and let go of himself.

Sometimes, just smelling the smell of soap and the smell wafting in the restaurant, I close my eyes and fall asleep unconsciously.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but think of a chimney with a height of more than ten and 20 meters.

"It smells like firewood!"

Takashi Shimada sighed that the old Sento basically used firewood to boil water. This was to control operating costs. If only gas was used, many Sentos would close down within a few months.

"Long wait, here is your 'Spicy Fried Rice'."

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

He picked up the chopsticks and folded his palms together: "Thank you, then I will start."

Put the rice into your mouth.

hot!
Couldn't help drinking a few sips of soup to relieve it, but this time Takashi Shimada was surprisingly quiet, neither complaining about the unstoppable spiciness of the 'spicy fried rice', nor swallowing the rice ball hastily, but turning his teeth over and over Chewing, savoring carefully, then the tense face relaxed inexplicably, and a comfortable and peaceful sleep began to be written on the expression.

He seemed to be asleep in his seat.

Seeing this, Xia Yan secretly patted his thigh to check himself: "Damn, this order is going to be dirty, is it because I didn't put enough 'Superior Bean Paste' to kill me?"

He was worried that something went wrong with the 'Darkness Index', and he was even more afraid that the guests would praise him, and he would suffer a lot of blood.

A voice said weakly: "Master Xia, why does your store smell like firewood?"

Qingye Chengzi rested her chin on her hands, staring intently, those small eyes made Xia Yan startled, in his delicate pupils he seemed to see a radiant, hot and infinitely tall self.

In fact, it doesn't need to be said by Aono Chengzi, Xia Yan had already discovered it when he turned off the stove valve and finished cooking.

And, he probably knows where the culprit is.

"Accidentally, I put all my heart into it again, ahhh~~" There is a villain in my mind, kneeling on the ground, clutching his head in regret.

"Thank you for the hospitality."

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

Aono Sumiko looked at the neighbor sitting next to her, and clapped her hands together with a smile on her face.

Thank you for your hospitality*2.

"How about it, are you still satisfied with the new dishes?" Xia Yan asked intentionally.

Aono Sumiko didn't even think about it, she met the people at the bar with a tacit understanding, and said loudly: "I will give a bad review!"

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

Takashi Shimada: "..."

"Uncle, what about you?" Xia Yan looked away.

"I, I will give..."

Suddenly, the voice stopped.

Shimada Takashi felt his neck chill, as if he had fallen into a slaughterhouse, and the pig butcher's fierce eyes shot from the bar.

"Bad review!"

A snap of fingers: "Welcome to come often."

Takashi Shimada carefully put away the banknotes to pay the bill, then stood up and walked to the door. He stood there for a while, looking at Shitamachi, looking for something in the blue sky of Tokyo: "Where can I see more than a dozen 20 What about the meter-high chimney..."

"Suddenly I want to take a bath in Laosentang."

……

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

"Master Xia, leave it to me—"

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

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

"Oh! Why is this!"

Aono Sumiko had a displeased face, with her emotions written all over her face.

"Don't you really think about it?" Sitting back in front of the bar, watching Xia Yan tidy up the kitchen and turn on the faucet to do chores by herself, Qing Ye Chengzi cautiously said in a discussing tone, "Just hire a clerk, I will Yes, the hourly salary of a part-time job doesn’t need to be 1000 yuan, I’m really cheap.”

Hearing this, Xia Yan put on gloves, stopped washing the dishes, turned his head and said, "Chengzijiang, read to me in a sweet and pleasant tone—Master, welcome back—"

Aono Sumiko subconsciously repeated the reading.

"look."

Xia Yan praised: "With your looks, voice, and overall conditions, 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 with Manager Xia!"

"What's the reason?"

Put 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 at the first time!" Ao Yechengzi followed closely.

She observed Xia Yan's expressionless and fluctuating side face when he piled up the garbage, and added: "Also, this place is very close to my apartment."

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

"How do I remember that the housing prices there are very high, and the rent is also very expensive." Xia Yan couldn't help complaining.

It's just across a river.

On the other side of the river, it is really not in the same style as the old street of Xiamachi here.

"It's very expensive, but I can see Tokyo Skytree clearly in my study room made of glass. The scenery is very good." Aono Sumiko said, "The key is to use a telescope to see Shitamachi..."

The girl suddenly shut her mouth.

Xia Yan had a headache, "So you work part-time to pay the high rent?"

"No, that house is under my mother's name. Didn't I tell you? Manager Xia, I'm a Vtube, a virtual anchor. I was often disturbed by my dad when I was live broadcasting at my original home, and I was always Surveillance, I don't like it so I moved out..."

"stop!"

Xia Yan's "Bai Fumei" persona is becoming more and more complete, "Where did you live?"

"Shibuya Songtao."

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

The identification is complete.

Xia Yan walked away without looking back: "Sorry, I'm sorry, Miaoxiao can't afford to hire migrant workers."

(End of this chapter)