In the evening of the next day, Kitahara Shuji pierced the altar to the stove temporarily supported in front of the door of the pure flavor house, and this altar Buddha jumped over the wall and simmered for 18 hours, which was the time when the color and fragrance were complete.
He turned up the fire of the makeshift stove, making the altar Buddha jump over the wall to boil again, and the five sisters of the Fukuzawa family went to the hospital to accompany them except for Xueli, and everyone else was watching from the side.
Haruna looked at the jar carefully, and Fuyumi looked a little uneasy, and couldn't help but ask, "Is this really useful?"
Kitahara put up a price tag next to it that reads "2899 円盅".
Dongmei looked at the price, and couldn't help it, and asked again: "It's too expensive, let's pursue capital preservation first."
Kitahara Shuji glanced at Dongmei helplessly, she had been saying these words all afternoon, he really didn't find out that Dongmei was such a conservative person before, this guy's mentality is actually quite sensitive and fragile, easy to suffer from gains and losses, no wonder he always loses his temper.
He smiled at Dongmei and tried his best to comfort him: "This is already sold cheaply, and our store can't do it, we have to change to a five-star one, and this cup is not sold for 18,000, I would rather put it in the trash." ” The name of "China's No. 1 Soup" is worth this price, although the main ingredients are weaker, not as high-end and luxurious as the real product, but Kitahara Shuji's craftsmanship is there, and there are skills to cheer up, he does feel that it is mainly for advertising, if it is not for the restoration of popularity, he will not choose such a tiring and tiring dish.
Are you kidding the dishes served at the state banquet of the world's No. 1 foodie empire?
Haruna pulled Fuyumi next to her and said softly, "Sister, don't be like this" Since you have chosen to believe in others, then you don't always show fear after your ass, isn't that annoying?
Kitahara Shuji didn't care about Dongmei anymore, and began to gently uncover the lotus leaf sealing the altar This is a fat-bellied Arhat altar, which used to contain 32 catties of old rice wine, and I don't know which god shipped it to Japan, and this jar of wine alone cost them a lot of money.
Fuyumi nervously watched Kitahara Shuji's movements, although Kitahara Shuji made a low-profile version of the Buddha jumping over the wall, and the ingredients selected were not outrageously expensive, but this jar was also the living expenses of Fukuzawa's family for more than a month, if she smashed it in her hands, she could only eat it at home, she really had to spurt out a mouthful of blood three feet away.
Layer by layer of lotus leaves were revealed, and the aroma gradually revealed one by one, first of all, the closest Kitahara Shuji couldn't help but swallow his saliva very loudly, like an instinct from genes, can't control it, saliva is naturally secreted, swallowing it is better than flowing out of Halazi followed by Dongmei, she was washed by this strong fragrance, and she also swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and Haruna followed, and Xia Ori Xia Sha finally followed, as if she was doing some kind of saliva swallowing competition.
Kitahara Shuji didn't stop moving in his hands, and he was a little surprised when he smelled this strange fragrance.
It seems that the small probability of the god of food in the favor of the food god has been triggered, and the effect is much better than expected, although the quality of the main ingredients used in this jar "monk jumping over the wall" is very poor, and there is basically no nourishing effect, but just in terms of taste, maybe it is not inferior compared to the legendary level of famous chefs.
This should be a very small probability event that can be encountered but not sought.
And when the lotus leaves are completely uncovered, the strange fragrance is even stronger, winding and drifting to the street, and the strange fragrance of various ingredients that are perfectly integrated into one is mixed with the warm aroma of wine, which goes straight to the face of people and goes straight to the heart.
Fuyumi has nothing to say, and Haruna is shocked.
She has limited knowledge, and she can't tell the level of cooking, but this fragrance can't deceive people, and even she is hesitant to take out three thousand yen to taste it When Kitahara Shuji came to work three months ago, his skills looked similar to his own, and there was only a three-month difference The kind of "talented people" that Daddy often talks about is so terrifying Xia Zhi Xia Sha, the two heartless swallowing saliva exchanged glances, and squeezed to Kitahara Shuji's side together, and said in unison: "Ernie sauce, it's so fragrant, can you give us a bowl" These two little guys are talented, and their voices are crispy to the bone, and Kitahara Shuji belongs to the kind of people who like children, and they are always quite tolerant of children.
Dongmei is not as good at talking as him, seeing that there are already passers-by smelling the fragrance and looking at it curiously, she turned around and dragged the collar of Xia Weaving Xia Sha into the door, shouting: "Sell the rest for you to eat, and now you are ready to open a store" Haruna must have listened to the eldest sister, stepped forward and took Kitahara Shuji's long-handled spoon, bowed slightly and said, "General, please go to the kitchen" Kitahara Shuji showed super strength, and she felt that she had to show the corresponding respect, and she doubled her politeness by three points in her tone, which can already be called respectful.
Kitahara Shuji was speechless, and after thinking about it, he didn't know what to say, and finally he had to owe himself: "Okay, go to the kitchen." ” He went straight to the back of the kitchen counter, straightened his cooking clothes, put on a chef's hat, and Haruna also wrapped her head with a cloth towel, and looked at the door of the store with a calm expression, ready to give Kitahara Shuji a hand Pure Taste House reopened, and the second-generation chef Kitahara was in charge himself.
"Excuse me," Mitsuhiko Kimura gently lifted the curtain and entered the humble street shop.
If it weren't for the fact that he smelled too fragrant when passing by and he himself was too hungry, this kind of nameless shop would not be easily set foot in by his colleagues and would see him lose his identity when he entered and exited this kind of store, which was a serious problem, and others would think that he couldn't get out of the original class, and he couldn't become a big climate without a pattern.
Dongmei was still serving as a hostess, and when she saw Kimura Mitsuhiko coming in, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she took a closer look at his clothes, and found that the other party was wearing a high-end suit, with a gold-plated badge of "eight" on his left chest, and hurriedly rushed up and bowed straight, shouting: "Welcome, please sit here." ” It's really so quick to trick one in.,Look at the badge This guy is an employee of the Nagoya Union Bank.,Although it can't be a cadre or something at this age.,But in terms of the income of this kind of person.,Standard fat sheep.。
The situation in Japan is different from that in China, large banks are not for elite students, and the real elite gathers places, and the income of civil servants at the same level is enough for these people to receive subsidies, after all, large banks are the core of the three-in-one strategy of the Japanese foundation.
Kimura Mitsuhiko is also twenty-six or seventeen years old, but his personality is very calm, very elite white-collar style, suddenly saw a radish head rushing over, and was not surprised, but bowed his head slightly and followed to the kitchen to sit down, and then turned his head to look at the entire izakaya, and found that the decoration here is very tasteless, there is a kind of Showa era of relics, probably that is the place where the average company junior employee drinks two glasses of bad wine after work and scolds his boss.
He slightly regretted entering this kind of shop, and when he looked up at the chef again, he frowned slightly, the general of this shop is too young, this can no longer be explained by his tender face.
Dongmei is very polite, Pure Flavor House has been open for more than two years, and I have never seen a few such high-end fat sheep, and I am very attentive at this time.
First a hot towel was served, and then barley tea was served, and then very politely asked, "What do you want to use?"
Mitsuhiko Kimura was also an ordinary college student before he entered a big bank, and he was no stranger to this kind of izakaya, so he casually glanced at the cooking card hanging on the wall, and was stunned to find that this restaurant looked ordinary, and he really had a hand at slaughtering people, and the prices of these dishes were not lost to those famous traditional restaurants.
But he didn't mind, it was no more expensive than the money for a bottle of champagne in a high-end club, so he just rubbed his nose and entered the strange fragrance here, and said casually: "Take a stew at the door, and then ask for a glass of draft beer, and let the general take the rest."
Kitahara Shuji is too young, and he doesn't scream well.
Dongmei nodded and said: "Yes, the guests are full of a cup, two à la carte snacks, and a glass of draft beer."
And Kitahara Shuji smiled, took a small bottle of chilled shochu and put it in front of Kimura Mitsuhiko, and said politely: "Mantang Fu is more suitable with small burning, this is given by our store, please use it slowly." ” The name of the Buddha jumping over the wall can't be translated directly, there are many Buddhists in Japan, and it is easy to cause religious disputes, and the monk who jumped over the wall from Kitahara Xiuji is even more, in case a real monk comes in, it is really embarrassing, so Dongmei asked him to take another high-grade alias and hang it on the wall.
She just wants to make money and support her younger siblings, but she doesn't want to get into trouble.
Kitahara Shuji was also up to her, and casually took a festive point, and tasting this dish is indeed a cool little roast.
Kimura Mitsuhiko didn't expect this young general to be quite particular, and he was going to pay a tip to offset the wine money later, so he sat on the single seat in front of the kitchen and smiled, and said thank you very politely, and then his eyes were attracted by the small soup bowl brought by Fuyumi, and Kitahara Shuji asked again: "Is it okay to choose crab roe roe and sauce tofu for the side dishes?"
It is not okay to use all Chinese food, after all, the customer base is foreigners, and it is necessary to respect the local customs as much as possible.
Kimura Mitsuhiko answered absentmindedly, his mind was all on the small bowl of steaming "stew" in front of him, he titheed his hands together, and then picked up a spoon and scooped up a piece of dried scallops.
This stirred, the fragrance was even stronger, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva again, then he blew lightly and sent it into his mouth, and just chewed it, the soup in the scallops gushed out, obviously chewing the shellfish into shreds, but salty, fragrant, tender, smooth, fresh have emerged, and the layers are clear, mixed but not messy, and the wine fragrance is gathered together, it can be called a thousand tastes.
He couldn't help but pick up the small soup bowl and take a sip of thick soup, and there was a feeling of taste explosion on his tongue, and a strong sense of pleasure rose in his heart, and he seemed to understand the kind of "little happiness" that Haruki Murakami said in an instant.
There may be many kinds of happiness, but the bowl of soup in front of you represents the kind of beauty that is fleeting but forever in my heart.
As a new employee in the largest bank in the Guanzhong area, Kimura Mitsuhiko still has a lot of competitive pressure, for fear that one day he will be sent to another company as an expatriate, or be kicked to the countryside, or even sent to the unlucky Southeast Asia station, and his future will be ruined, so he usually patronizes high-end clubs, looking for female public relations to talk about drinking, and he is addicted to smoking, just to relieve stress, and after drinking this soup, he suddenly feels a lot more relaxed.
He liked this feeling very much, tasted it there slowly, and was reluctant to drink it for a while, and Kitahara Shuji was holding the glutinous rice skin and rolling the crab roe, and looked up at him, but he felt that this guy was calm enough This kind of small bowl is going to be changed in the snow, and it will be gone when he sticks out his tongue and rolls it in, which is the same as the effect of the second senior brother eating ginseng fruit.
This guy is a good eater, a real eater.
He was more attentive in his hands, wanting to keep the extraordinarily dressed guy in front of him as an old customer, and the pure taste house also began to enter the zero zero thirty-three, Dongmei was surprised that many people were ready to go to the ARA new style izakaya, during this time the store was on fire, and when he walked to the door and smelled the fragrance, he turned into the pure taste house, and even Dongmei recognized the two "traitor" old customers who had taken refuge in the opposite side before.
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She smiled more and more sweetly, sharpened the knife in her heart repeatedly, and prepared to come in today and slaughter one by one, and she had to cut down these fat sheep
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