Communicate friendly with food

"Huh la la." There was a sound from the rising circle gate, the sound was like an order, and the sound began to sound one after another on this street.

It's only 05:30 in the morning, and it's still dark in March before the vernal equinox.

And the reason why these people get up so early is nothing more than that they make a living by doing so.

They are all people who run the breakfast shop, get up every day before dawn, prepare the ingredients, and wait for the guests to come up.

A very common place on this street is a wonton noodle shop called "Zheng Kee", even the name is so common that it is inconspicuous.

However, this noodle shop has a history of nearly a hundred years. The current owner, Zheng Yunlin, is the fourth-generation heir. It was established by his great-grandfather and has been passed down from generation to generation.

If there is no accident, Zheng Yunlin's daughter, Zheng Bai, will become the fifth generation successor of the noodle shop.

And this successor is now opening the store and cleaning the inside and outside of the store.

Turn on the fire, and when the water starts to boil and the soup base is warmed up, the first customer in the store has already entered.

is a regular customer.

"Good morning, Granny Zhao, do you still want plain noodles this morning?" Zheng Bai greeted with a smile.

"Ah Bai, good morning." Granny Zhao said, found a place to sit down, and began to chat with Zheng Bai, "Why are you opening the shop today, where are your parents?"

"They went to the downtown market and said that I can support the store now, so they threw the store to me."

When Granny Zhao heard this, she laughed and said, "I recall that your grandfather told your father the same way back then. Is it true that like father, like son?"

"Grandma Zhao, you have been eating noodles from our store for many years." Hearing Granny Zhao talking about his grandfather, Zheng Bai suddenly asked.

"I came to visit this store when your father was still wearing loincloths." Granny Zhao couldn't help laughing when she thought of the past, and she talked more with Zheng Bai.

The water was already boiling, it didn't take long at all, the noodles were already cooked during the chat, Zheng Bai put the soup base into the bowl, and then put the noodles into the soup base, a bowl of plain noodles was ready.

After serving the noodles to Granny Zhao, someone came in again from the store. It was already past 6 o'clock. From this time to 9 o'clock, it was the busy time for breakfast. It was the first time that Zheng Bai, who was dealing with it by himself, was in a hurry. Hiring another person for two days relieved the pressure, and Zheng Bai could just concentrate on cooking noodles in the kitchen.

Zheng Ji is still so busy this morning.

When the time stepped into 10 o'clock, the flow of people finally decreased.

Zheng Bai rubbed his shoulders that had been sore from shaking the spoon all morning, heaved a sigh of relief after delivering the last bowl of noodles, and collapsed on the connecting chair.

"Little boss, are you tired?" the hired waiter Lan Ya asked with a smile.

"Ah, I'm exhausted, let me take a break, I'll be busy again after eleven o'clock." Zheng Bai said weakly, and Lan Ya walked away wisely.

However, Zheng Bai couldn't even realize his little wish of taking a break. While he was scrolling through Weibo, he suddenly heard Lan Ya's rapid exclamation, which made Zheng Bai's hands tremble in fright, and the phone hit his face with a "slap" superior.

You can tell by the sound that it hurts like hell.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Bai didn't have time to pay attention to the smashed face, and immediately jumped up to look at Lan Ya.

Lan Ya pointed at the door in horror and said, "That... that person."

Zheng Bai looked over, and saw a person staggering and stumbling over.

Lan Ya, who was older than Zheng Bai, hid behind Zheng Bai in an instant, grabbed Zheng Bai's hand and asked tremblingly, "Is that a zombie?"

"...==" This Lan Ya, didn't stay up late yesterday to watch some end-time novels or zombie movies, right?

But when Lan Ya said this, Zheng Bai was a little vigilant, picked up a broom next to him, and watched the man getting closer—until the man plopped and fell in front of the shop.

"Aww! It's going to mutate!!!" Lan Ya howled.

"..." This man is crazy!

"Stop howling!" Zheng Bai slapped the hands that grabbed him, "I'll go and have a look."

"Little boss, do you know that a brave person like you can't survive two episodes in a TV series?" Lan Ya looked at Zheng Bai who was walking past and said.

"If you keep arguing, you may not even appear in the next chapter."

"???"

That person may have sensed that someone was approaching him, struggling to stretch out his hand and say a sentence in Japanese: "はらへった..."

"He, what did he say?" Lan Ya asked nervously.

"He said he was hungry." Zheng Bai held his forehead speechlessly, and it turned out that he was fainted at the door of her shop, "Help him up, I'll make noodles for him, but he was so hungry that he collapsed at the door of my shop. Can’t pretend you can’t see it.”

"Little boss, you are really kind."

"I didn't say I don't charge money." Zheng Bai mercilessly dispelled Lan Ya's illusions and walked into the kitchen.

Not long after, Zheng Bai came out with a bowl of noodles and put it in front of the man. The man's nose twitched, he raised his head quickly, picked up the chopsticks and put the noodles into his mouth.

Then fell into silence, Zheng Bai, who was just about to walk away, stopped and looked at him, and asked in Japanese: "Is there... any problem here?"

Is it undercooked?

"No problem, it's just...it's so delicious!" The man praised, "The noodles are flexible and elastic, and they taste crisp and springy. The soup base is made of pork bones, earth fish, left-handed fish, ham, and dried shrimp. , It’s really delicious!”

"But it's more than that, if it's just some of them, it won't be so delicious." The man took another sip of soup while Zheng Bai was dumbfounded.

"By the way, this delicious feeling, is there... shellfish in it!"

'I'll go, this man is too powerful! 'Zheng Bai looked at the man with a stunned expression, and asked after a long while: "Are you a gourmet?"

"No, I'm a chef." The man smiled.

There is a saying in China: colleagues are enemies.Only then did Zheng Bai take a closer look at the man in front of him.

Wine-red half-length hair fell on his shoulders, and he had a shaggy beard. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he could tell that he had been groomed and had a good appearance. Logically, how could such a person be reduced to the level of fainting from hunger? ?He was still a chef, and a chef fainted from hunger, no matter how he looked at it, he thought it was a joke.

Puzzled, Zheng Bai also asked, "Why did you faint from hunger?"

Hearing Zheng Bai's question, the man replied: "I came to China to find someone, but I just got off the plane the day before yesterday, and I didn't expect that my wallet and mobile phone were stolen, and I couldn't speak the language, so I had to come here first to find my old friend before making plans. Thinking of being too hungry and fainting."

"..." I don't know what to say... Wait, this guy has no money! ! !

"Ah, little girl, your cooking skills are really good."

Zheng Bai, who was directly praised, became embarrassed: "Huh? Ah no...my mother made the soup base, and my father made the noodles by hand. All I make is stuffed with meat and wontons."

"In addition to these hardware, the temperature of the water and the time of boiling the noodles are also very important to make a bowl of wonton noodles. Not everyone can make the noodles so springy. It is important to control the time and the changes in the food. It's very important, little girl, you don't have to be too modest."

Zheng Bai, who was praised, laughed, and then she put away her smile and said solemnly: "Don't think that you can eat noodles without giving me money if you praise me!"

"!"

"In short, if you have no money, use your body to repay it!"

"Wait, girl, calm down, I'm married, and my son is about the same age as you!"

"What are you thinking→_→" Zheng Bai glanced at him and said, "Since you are a chef, you must have been a waiter. Although you can't speak the language, you can always clean up the dishes. A bowl of wonton noodles is RMB It’s 10 yuan, as long as you help me do an hour’s work, I don’t need any money from you!”

"10 yuan RMB... how many yen are there?"

"Don't worry about it. Today's exchange rate is about 160 yen. How about it? It's not a loss."

"Okay!" The man responded readily.

It was almost lunch time at 11 o'clock, and I was so smart to recruit a man temporarily to relieve the pressure!Zheng Bai praised himself shamelessly in his heart.

"By the way, my name is Zheng Bai, what's your name?"

"Xingping Seiichiro, you can just call me Seiichiro."

The author has something to say:

The reason why the heroine understands Japanese is very simple, because she is a Chinese-Japanese mixed race, and the background in Huotou Zhiduoxing is Hong Kong, but I moved it to Guangdong, but it doesn’t matter, after all, there may not be many descriptions in □□…

The male protagonist will definitely not be Chuangzhen, I am a loyal Chuanghui party, of course this CP will not be written in the novel, and the manga can do whatever it wants. Forcibly selling CP is not good for anyone

In fact, I have been wanting to open a halberd pit for a long time in my heart, from April last year to this year, but because the manga is not over, I have not done it. After all, if you get slapped in the face, you will be finished. The reason for opening the pit now is because of the foreshadowing laid by the manga. Except for Xingping Mama, the rest are almost solved, and it feels like it is coming to an end, so I am not afraid that the opening of the pit will exceed the expectation by too much

Save the manuscript and save the manuscript, it is estimated that the update will not be opened until after the Qingming Festival!