On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

Qing Huai prepared today's set menu in advance, because he was the only chef in the whole restaurant, so he had to make some adjustments to the dishes. Except for the traditional Japanese sushi and roasted birds, Qing Huai only provided three kinds of Chinese dishes.Including the slightly spicy version of boiled beef, cold shredded chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, and a classic dish that can be used as a dessert, golden sand corn.

The process of tasting dishes for lunch was very smooth, and the Japanese native Osamu Dazai was full of praise for the dishes——

"I would like it even more if the shredded chicken could be replaced with crab sticks."

Qinghuai sternly refused: "That is impossible."

The preparation time passed quickly, and at [-]:[-], Kusuo Saiki arrived at the store early, and Qing Huai replaced the "resting" sign on the glass window with "welcome".

Due to the lack of funds and the fact that Qing Huai has just arrived, the izakaya did not make much publicity in the early stage. It only released the opening news on the tutu account with less than 10 fans and half of them are zombie fans. Therefore, Qing Huai is not sure how the business is going today. .

Together, the three of them neatly stacked the wine in the basement on the shelf behind the bar, and finally added some decorations to the empty restaurant——

"Some things are missing." Osamu Dazai looked at the wine rack.

"what?"

"Self-brewing, old-fashioned izakayas in Japan are all family workshops. The taste of food may not be as good as that of large restaurants, but what attracts customers is often the self-brewing with the unique secrets of each family izakaya!" For fine wine, Osamu Dazai knows everything about it , snapped his fingers excitedly, "This is different from the sake in the mall, it is a treasure that carries the memories of office workers every night when they go home!"

In modern Chinese restaurants, there are often very few hand-made wines, but compared to the izakaya-style business that sells wine as a selling point in Japan, Huaxia’s self-brewed wine is mainly used for home drinking. The ones that are priced by cups in glass jars are often mass-produced in factories.

Qinghuai remembers that my wife is very good at making wine. Every year, two jars of plum wine or wine are placed in the corner of the kitchen at home. brewed wine.

The conflict of cultural differences prevented Qinghuai from thinking about it. After being told by Osamu Dazai, he finally had some clues—if he could produce his own brewed wine to attract more customers, and expand the popularity of the izakaya with food and wine as selling points, Then the system's "food saves the world theory" is not completely impossible... Although he hasn't seen any villains trying to destroy the world until now.

Until six o'clock in the evening, the wind chime in front of the door finally rang, and Wangcai was forced to take office as a beckoning cat. He had fallen asleep in front of the cashier, but was startled by the sound of clattering shell bells, and sat up with his eyes wide open. Stare round.

"welcome!"

"welcome."

"welcome."

"Meow~"

The three of them and the cat looked at the door together——

"Hey... Hey!?" The girl with short orange hair and uniform took a step back just as she stepped through the door.

"Hiss, Wild Rose, you stepped on me!"

"Sure enough, this is the largest port city in Japan! I thought Megumin you introduced was a gathering place for old men and decadent office workers, but it turned out to be the type of handsome guy who can even appear on the idol stage as a waiter!" The girl She quickly backed out to check something, and she could still hear her carefree voice from inside the house, "Hey, it's really an izakaya, not a cowboy's shop!"

Qinghuai: "..."

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, "Oh, I didn't expect me to be so popular with girls."

Qing Huai: "That doesn't sound like a compliment to you—"

"I said, why do you think I will go to the Cowherd's shop." The door opened again, and this time a black-haired high school student walked in first, also wearing the same uniform, complaining as he walked.

"—Because Hui, you look like the type who would go to a cowherd's shop!" The short-haired girl followed.

Behind her was a big boy with short pink hair. As he was walking, he suddenly slapped himself hard and said in a low voice, "Don't open your eyes in front of ordinary people——no, this is not a cowherd's shop... Fu How do I know if Hei has been there?"

Qinghuai: I always feel that something is wrong...

"Welcome, what would you like to order?" Dazai Osamu held the impromptu set menu in his hand and led the guests to sit down at the table.

The black-haired boy said: "Is it okay to wait? There is still one person who hasn't come."

"Okay, then do you want a drink?" Osamu Dazai smiled slightly, and the waiter acted like a decent waiter, not at all like the first day he was doing this.

Qing Huai breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to observe, only to see that the short-haired girl's cheeks were flushed for some reason——

"Excuse me, do you have any recommendations?"

"The fresh orange juice in our store is very delicious. It's all freshly squeezed fruit, full of VC..."

"Then...then take this."

After Osamu Dazai left, the girl silently covered her face.

"It's the first time I've seen you so shy, Wild Rose." The pink-haired boy slapped himself hard on the face again while laughing, "Why do you always come out?"

"Knotweed Yuren," a mouth suddenly appeared on the back of his hand, "That man just now had a strange smell on him."

Knotweed Yujin stretched his sleeves to cover the back of his hands, "How strange can it smell like you? ——I told you not to show it in front of ordinary people."

"They can't see—"

"Can you show up on other people's faces if you can't see them at will?" The boy argued, "It's as uncomfortable as a superman who can be invisible running naked on the streets of Harajuku."

"Tch——conjurer." That mouth seemed disdainful to argue with Yuzu Yujin, and he opened his eyes to look at the black-haired boy on the right, "Hey, Hui, talk to me..."

Qinghuai was too far away, and he could only see the young girl's rosy cheeks after a long time. He suddenly remembered something, and shot sharply at the man standing in front of the bar making drinks, turning his face around.

From the first time I saw him, Qing Huai felt that this man looked very aggressive, a type completely different from him, he was born handsome with a lazy temperament... If it wasn't for his unreliable personality, maybe his girlfriend You can line up around Tokyo Tower for three and a half weeks.

"Dazai-kun, I remember what you said when you signed the contract yesterday?"

"What? I said so many things yesterday—" Osamu Dazai had question marks all over his face.

"You said you wanted to be an oiran, didn't you? Don't look surprised. I remember it very clearly. I thought about it, but it's not impossible for you to be an oiran..." Qing Huai peeled an orange and handed it to Osamu Dazai, "Change your thinking... how about wearing a clean suit to the CBD to attract customers, I can't waste your handsome face."

Osamu Dazai thought for a long time, his face was gloomy, just when Qinghuai thought he was about to be ruthlessly rejected, he finally spoke.

"Really... can't you wear an oiran outfit? It's really cool to hide a gun in your girdle!"

"...No, the kimono is too expensive." Qing Huai took a deep breath, "And, that is not handsome, it will only make people think you are a pervert."

The author has something to say: nonsense, there is no textual research on Japanese izakaya culture in this article, everyone have fun~

And at night...