aircannonsinc Chapter 141 I Met The Legendary Medicine King
Chapter 141 I Met The Legendary Medicine King
In the bustling city, there are many high-rise buildings and small alleys. In the alleys, there is the Yukihira Hotel, which is decorated in an unpretentious way.
In Tokyo, a small area accommodates 30 million people, and even in the remote countryside, people come and go.
They arrived at the restaurant very late and there was a closing sign on the door.
I am so hungry that I have come all the way to your store, and this is it?
As soon as you enter the door, you will see a red-haired junior high school student. The layout of the store is simple, with a Japanese-style open kitchen and more than a dozen dining tables separated by partitions.
The red-haired boy carefully wiped the corner of the table. He wiped a little black dirt on the table with the rag in his hand, wiped away the black dirt, washed the rag with a basin, and wiped it a second time. He wiped it until it was spotless and smooth, and then he was satisfied. Wiping the sweat from labor on his forehead.
The young man wiped a table and wanted to carry the basin to the next table. As soon as his hand touched the basin, the other hand took the basin away to the unwiped wooden table, "This is it!"
"Agalido" The red-haired boy, a very cheerful boy, said cheerfully and gratefully with a curve of his mouth.
The owner of that hand was also about the same age as the red-haired boy. They were silent, helping the red-haired boy set up the crooked tables and chairs, pour the sewage from the basin, fill it with pure tap water, and clean the next table.
From the perspective of the red-haired boy, the black-haired boy was crouching down, brushing against the dust in the dead corner of the table. Among the people who came with him, there were two older sisters and a fierce-looking elder. uncle.
Everyone also helped the red-haired boy. The more people there, the faster the cleaning efficiency. The tables were cleaned together, the floor was mopped, and after the diners had finished eating, not a grain of rice was left. The plates were cleaned and cleaned. After some time, the red-haired boy could I want to ask some new guests I have never met before about their visit.
The red-haired boy's heart was like a mirror. Why didn't he come to Yukihira Restaurant to eat the dishes made by his father's excellent cooking skills?
On the stool for dining in front of the open kitchen, Tsukasa shook off his wet fingers and sat down on it.
"Want one?" Like magic, a lighter and a cigarette box appeared in his hand. He took out one and asked the red-haired boy if he wanted to smoke.
The red-haired boy waved his hand decisively, and his golden pupils looked carefully at the black-haired boy blowing smoke rings in front of him.
He has thick eyebrows and sharp edges, and his face is not particularly eye-catching, but he has an admirable ruffian air about him, which is indescribably strange.
"Can you order food?" The black-haired boy finished smoking a cigarette, inserted the burning cigarette butt into the ashtray on the long table, and said sincerely, looking directly into the red-haired boy's golden pupils.
With golden eyes and red hair, is he a mixed race protagonist? This age looks a bit childish, except for the middle school students who are destined to be the protagonist. Anyone with the protagonist module, regardless of age group, is destined to have bugs, which cannot be measured by common sense.
The red-haired boy glanced at the other three people from the corner of his eyes. The four guests had already passed the proofing point. For the sake of helping me, they should be entertained.
The problem is that my father is not in the restaurant. After finishing the last table, my father will go out to meet old friends. The chef is gone and he is left alone in the restaurant. I don’t know if it will work.
The red-haired boy has been influenced by his father's influence and is confident in replicating dishes made with ingredients at home. Since his father is gone, I, Yukihira Soma, will guard the store's sign.
With his fighting spirit ignited, Souma Yukihira bowed his arms, clenched his fists and said, "My father is not here, so I, Soma Yukihira, will be the one to do it. Can I treat you like a guest?"
Is the chef not here? Tsukasa touched his chin with his fingers and pondered for a while. He then asked Misaka Mirei and Tendo Mi. Seeing that they had no objection, he nodded immediately.
He didn't bother with Sakamoto Xiongdai. That idiot was an expert in firearms and didn't have high requirements for food. He just needed to be able to eat it.
Seafood Ramen
Mackerel set meal
Assorted fried char
Japanese sushi
"Yoshi, please wait a moment, your honor." The red-haired boy tied his wrists with a white scarf and tied his forehead with a high morale. He opened the refrigerator and found it was empty. The store was closed. Where did the ingredients come from? His fighting spirit seemed to have been poured with cold water. His back view The manifested black shadow line made Zhong Jie feel that it was difficult for others to do so.
Don’t underestimate the protagonist of the gourmet show, you can transform yourself into a delicious dish even if there are no ingredients.
The sky is the limit. The refrigerator contains the leftover white rice from last night, eggs with seasonings, and enough shrimps. In the vegetable section, there are also fresh and not rotten green onions.
Chopped green onions, eggs, shrimps, white rice, corn...
A well-known dish appeared in the red-haired boy's mind, and his fighting spirit was revived. He explained to the four diners the reason for the cooking, and asked if he would like to make his signature egg fried rice.
Tsukasa and the others nodded in confirmation, and the red-haired boy bowed with great excitement, showing the etiquette a chef should have.
The first time in life to receive diners and the first time to cook is very memorable.
Overnight leftover rice will be the essence of egg fried rice. The saturation of the rice grains, absorption of the color of the eggs, and the aroma of the fried rice are all controlled by the chef. A skilled chef can control the order in which a dish is cooked just by looking at the color and aroma of the dish. .
It might be the first time for the red-haired boy to receive them. His knife skills are a bit rusty, and his cutting skills are not as smooth as seen.
Tsukasa only knows a little bit about the process of making egg fried rice, but Li Xiaolang here may understand it somewhat mysteriously.
Whether the egg fried rice tastes good or not, the aroma of rice grains, the golden color of eggs, the aroma of chopped green onions, and the softness of seafood such as shrimps and other dried foods will also affect the taste of egg fried rice.
Not long after, the aroma of seafood and eggs on the kitchen table wafted into the noses of several people. It was very fragrant and tempting. One smell made them want to come in for a meal.
That kind of fragrance was like the fragrance of golden rice flowers in the wheat field. He came back to his senses. He was so good at cooking. He was in an illusion when he smelled the fragrance. After one bite, he couldn't believe he would ascend to heaven?
Four large bowls of golden egg fried rice with plump grains were placed on the table. The rice grains on the golden egg fried rice were separated one by one. With a scoop of the rice, it was hot just out of the pan. The appearance of the moderately proportioned rice was all said to be the highest level of egg fried rice. .
"Please use it slowly." The red-haired boy who took off his white turban responded to the eager diners.
The tempting aroma of rice, a spoonful of rice in the mouth, the hot rice grains, the hot tongue is tumbling, the psychedelic scenery appears again, this time on the golden wheat field, golden rice ears grow hands and feet, and each evil cloth all over him.
Xie Xiao touched every inch of skin with his small toothpick hands. He was weak and tried to avoid the golden man, but it was in vain. The number of villains who overwhelmed him has captured the entire territory of his body, and his soul ascends to the sky without a trace of water and breasts intertwined.
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Outside the hotel, under the criss-crossing lines of neon lights, a red-haired boy stood at the entrance of his store and waved a white scarf, saying welcome to come back next time, or so it meant.
Ordinary fried rice with eggs was turned into a delicious and delicious food. Thanks to the genius of Zhenniang, they added each other's email addresses and contact information.
On a trip to Tokyo, there are protagonists everywhere.
I am criticizing this poor email address as it is inconvenient. It would be great if I had QQ.
Saying this unintentionally, someone's business map has an additional signpost.