Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

"What? Food halberd?"

The owner of the western restaurant said in a daze, he glanced at Odasaku as if asking for help, but the latter was scratching his head with the same troubled expression on his face, unable to give any useful information.

5 minutes ago, Oda Sakunosuke, under the strong request of Yukihira Soma and the instigation of Dazai, revealed the location of the western restaurant that he went to three times a week, which was said to make "very delicious curry rice" .

As a matter of course, Xingping Chuangzhen came to the door politely and asked for a battle of eating halberds.

"To put it simply, it is the process of both parties making a curry rice at the same time within a limited time, and then handing it over to the judges for tasting and scoring, right Soma?" Dazai snapped his fingers, "And I , as a senior diner, there is no doubt that he is one of the members of the jury—"

"But you can't eat spicy food, Dazai." Odasaku pointed out ruthlessly.

"..." Dazai showed a very dejected look.

"Why... why is it so rare that such an interesting thing happens, but I can't participate in it... This world is indeed doomed to live up to my expectations." He covered his eyes with one hand and said in a regretful tone.

"This? I'm just the owner of a mediocre restaurant. As you can see, I'm the only one who manages, handles, serves and cleans." The fat owner wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and smiled slightly. , "The turnover is only at a barely passable level, and I only rely on a few old customers to support me. What's so special about my cooking skills?"

"The real food halberd is a culinary duel with high stakes, so this is just an informal culinary competition. Although I also miss the bloody life back then, what's wrong with the days of peacefully running a restaurant? "Xing Ping Chuangzhen threw the towel on his shoulders and smiled heartily.

"Walking alone in the world of cooking, with no one to communicate with each other, such a day is very exhausting. Uncle, let's learn from each other!"

The above is how it happened.

Yuri leaned against the back of the chair with her arms folded, sitting on the left hand side of the dining table that was deliberately moved to the center of the restaurant. In front of her was a simple nameplate made of printing paper, with the words "Judges" scrawled on it with a marker .

On her right, sat Sakamoto and Sakunosuke Oda respectively.

Sakamoto sat upright, and when he pushed his glasses, a white light reflected, which looked very professional.

Oda Sakunosuke's sitting posture was the most relaxed among the three. He looked around from time to time, and stared blankly at the empty dinner plate in front of him, not knowing whether he was thinking or letting go.

Outside the judges' stand was the auditorium. Everyone in the restaurant, Dazai who was so bored that he started playing with the bandages on his hand, and even Chuya who was sitting on the table watching the excitement after dinner, were all waiting for what would happen next.

Due to space constraints, the two had to share a kitchen, and the simple cloth fence roughly divided the cooking table into two halves.All the ingredients were prepared in advance according to the requirements of the two chefs, the timer was pressed, and the two started to work at the same time.

The first to hold the work is the fat boss.

It looks simple and ordinary Japanese curry rice, the sauce is a familiar mellow color, and it is mixed with stewed potatoes, carrots and onions.What is slightly noticeable is that the meat in the ingredients did not choose popular fried chicken or beef cubes, but soft and rotten beef tendon.

Lying on the white rice covered with curry sauce is a raw egg.

The appearance is very simple, and the content is concise and clear.The three judges stared at the raw egg mixed with curry rice served in front of them, and couldn't help but glanced at the progress of another contestant, Soma Yukihira.

He was still busy in the kitchen.

"Then let me taste this contestant's food first!" Yuri, who had worked hard all day, stretched out her chopsticks first, and mixed the raw egg and curry rice well.

Eating raw eggs is a seemingly simple, but actually luxurious thing.Not all eggs can be eaten raw, only those that have been sterilized and specially treated.When Yuri was traveling abroad, no raw eggs could be bought in the whole city.The delicious raw egg soy sauce bibimbap I once had in Japan is hard to replicate anyway.

Withdrawing his drifting thoughts, Yuli put the mixed curry rice into his mouth.

The unique sweetness and light taste of eggs melt into the rice, coupled with the extremely spicy curry sauce, it can immediately concentrate all five senses in the mouth.The spicy taste starts from the tip of the tongue and spreads all the way down to the stomach, but while trying to digest the spiciness, you can still feel the beef tendon bouncing between your teeth, and it is gently crushed together with other soft and rotten vegetables broken between the lips and tongue.

She tasted the sauce carefully, then had to gulp down a gulp of ice water.Slowly let out a breath, even this seems to have sparks.

Feeling the cold temperature soothed his throat and stomach, Yuli calmed down and asked doubtfully, "Uncle, this is not Japanese curry, is it?"

"Yes, this is Graham Masala."

"Gram-masala?" The name alone sounded like a spell.

"Hahaha, this is the name of a spicy seasoning from India. Although it sounds very special, it means pepper, cloves, and nutmeg." The fat boss put his hands on the apron a little embarrassedly wiped.

Oda Sakunosuke was a little surprised and said: "Boss, I didn't know until today that I was eating Indian curry."

"Coincidentally, what I chose was also Indian curry, with the same gram masala."

Soma's voice broke into the conversation.

"Eh? Does that mean that the curry rice you make tastes exactly the same?"

"That's not the case." Xing Ping Chuangzhen explained, "Gram Masala is the name of a compound seasoning. Everyone uses Gram Masala, but no two people in the world can prepare exactly the same Graham Masala. Ram masala. Dozens of hundreds of spices, each more or less will change the taste of the curry sauce, thus becoming a completely different dish, coupled with a rich choice of side dishes and meat, it can be said , every curry has its unique soul.”

"Isn't that the philosophy of Curry?" Sakamoto said.

The second serving of curry rice landed on the table of the judges.

"If you want to briefly summarize the difference, it is that paprika and cayenne pepper powder are added to create a heart-stopping aroma, and there are many special spices that people don't know even if they are named, so I will skip it. It's gone." Xing Ping Chuangzhen untied the white cloth belt between his forehead and said casually.

This curry can be distinguished from the color alone, and its color is obviously reddish.

"The dizzying symphony of spices, like the stars in the sky, complements the tender chicken nuggets. It's really touching and delicious." When Sakamoto put down the spoon, the curry rice plate had bottomed out.

"Chuang Zhenjun's culinary skills have risen to a higher level." He said solemnly.

Sakamoto, who has never been harsh, has already praised it with all his strength. It seems that the result of the game has already come to a conclusion.

"Sakamoto has already decided, so it's time for the other judges to score, right?" Dazai lay on the table and watched helplessly, ready to move, "Ah, it should be so spicy that you can't get out of your body. People step into another world."

Chuya, who is not good at eating spicy food, shook the glass of lemonade in his hand, but did not comment on it.

"I choose Soshin Curry." Yuri said.

After pondering for a while, Oda Sakunosuke spoke.

"The curry you made is very delicious, but I am still more used to the curry rice made by the boss, maybe because I have eaten it for many years and think it is more delicious."

All eyes were on him.

"Maybe it's because I'm that kind of person." Feeling out of place, Oda Sakunosuke said carefully, "I'm not walking on the right path, but just walking my own path. I choose to live as an unknown person. , content with the current life and ordinary curry rice.”

"Xiaozhi, you don't have to comfort me like this." The fat boss shook his head, "I tasted the curry rice made by Xingping-kun just now. It's really a hero! I've been cooking curry rice for ten years because of this. A recipe I’ve been using for years because I’m an old guy, and it’s just an easy recipe to run a restaurant. It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about how to make food taste better.”

Oda said seriously: "For me, things are not like that. I still think that the meaning of life is not to find the best curry in the world. If you want to pursue the deliciousness in memory, It’s already a remarkable thing to be able to eat it in your mouth immediately.”

"Okay, then, Yukihira Soma won, but Odasaku reserved his opinion." Dazai said lazily, "It's really an unexpected ending. I have another question. Can you give the remaining curry Shall I have one?"

The answer is of course yes.Everyone scrambled for the remaining icy water and the remaining spicy curry, whatever it was.

"You can try my other signature dishes next time!" When Odasaku and Dazai left, Xing Hei Soma leaned on the door to watch them leave, "It's not a bad idea to be able to make dishes that become part of other people's life memories It’s not what all chefs are after.”

"...It's true, whether it's warm memories or terrible memories, it's a part of life." Yuri said sympathetically, looking at the direction behind Soma Xinghei.

Xing Ping Chuang really looked at her in confusion, then followed her gaze and turned back, and happened to see Dazai who had eaten spicy curry sticking out his tongue and panting like a kitten, and Chuya put the ice coke in his hand— —At the same time, the last half of a can of iced drink was snatched away, and he jumped onto the ceiling to prevent Dazai from competing.

But he was careless (probably on purpose), and the remaining Coke poured out from the can in Chuya's hand on the ceiling, just in time to land on Dazai's head again.

"...Maybe this is life, life is hard."

Keep it up, Dazai.

"Are you sure this is his address?"

Sakamoto confirmed to Yuri seriously.

"Eh? It should be?" Yuri was also puzzled, "This seems a bit outrageous-but Chuuya once mentioned that Dazai did live in a container in the abandoned yard."

"Understood, I will deliver it on time." Sakamoto nodded slightly, stepped on his exclusive takeaway delivery bicycle with long legs, and left like an arrow leaving the string.

Although everyone has known each other in the restaurant for a long time, it is considered a familiar person, but is it appropriate to let Sakamoto get close to the lair of Dazai Osamu, the leader of the mafia, who is a big figure in the mafia?

Yuri rubbed the center of her brow, feeling a little dazed.

If it's Sakamoto... it should be fine, right?