My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

In the evening of the next day, Kitahara Hideji put the jar on the temporary stove in front of Chunwei's house, and the jar Buddha Jumping Wall has been simmering for eighteen hours, which is the time when the color, fragrance and taste are perfect.

He turned up the firepower of the temporary stove to make the Buddha jump over the wall boil again, and the five sisters of Fuze's family, except Xueli, went to the hospital to accompany them, and everyone else was watching.

Haruna looked at the jar carefully, while Dongmei looked a little uneasy, and couldn't help asking: "Is this really useful?"

Hideji Kitahara put the price tag on the side, which read "2899 yen/cup".

Looking at the price, Dongmei couldn't bear it anymore, and asked again: "It's too expensive, should we pursue capital preservation first?"

Kitahara Hideji glanced at Fuyumi helplessly. She had been talking these words all afternoon. He hadn’t realized that Fuyumi was such a conservative person before—this guy’s mentality is actually quite sensitive and fragile, and he is easy to worry about gains and losses. No wonder he always loses his temper or loses his temper. It's crying.

He smiled at Dongmei, and tried his best to comfort him: "This is already sold at a low price, so our store can't do it, and we have to change it to a five-star one. If this cup doesn't sell for 18,000, I'd rather throw it in the trash."

The name of "China's No. 1 Soup" is worth the price. Although the main ingredients are weaker and not as high-end and luxurious as the real ones, but Kitahara Hideji's craftsmanship is there, and there are skills to cheer him up. He really thinks it's cheap ——Mainly for advertising, if it wasn't for restoring popularity, he wouldn't choose such a exhausting dish.

Are you joking when you are the world's number one foodie empire state banquet?

Haruna pulled La Dongmei beside her, and said softly, "Sister, don't do this!"

Now that you have chosen to trust others, then you should stop following behind and always act frightened. Isn’t that annoying?

Hideji Kitahara didn't care about Dongmei any more, and began to gently uncover the lotus leaf on the sealed 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 transported it to Japan. Cost them a lot of money.

Fuyumi watched Kitahara Hideji's actions nervously. Although Kitahara Hideji made a low-end version of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, and the ingredients he chose were not ridiculously expensive, this jar was also the living expenses of Fukuzawa's family for more than a month. She could only eat it herself, she really spit out blood three feet away.

Layers of lotus leaves were uncovered, and the fragrance gradually came out one by one. First of all, Kitahara Hideji, who was the closest, couldn't help swallowing—it was very loud, as if it came from the instinct of genes, controlling Can't stop, the saliva is secreted naturally, it's better to swallow it than to squirt it out!

Followed by Dongmei, she was rushed by the strong fragrance, and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and Haruna followed closely, and Xiazhi Xiasha finally followed, as if she was engaged in some kind of saliva swallowing contest.

Kitahara Hideji kept moving his hands, and was a little surprised when he smelled the strange fragrance.

It seems that the small-probability dish level increase in [God of Cookery] was triggered, and the effect was much better than expected. Although the main ingredients used in this jar of "Monk Jumping the Wall" are of poor quality and basically have no nourishing effect, but only in terms of taste Speaking of him, he might not be inferior compared to legendary celebrity chefs.

This should be an extremely small probability event that can be encountered but cannot be sought.

And when the lotus leaves are completely uncovered, the strange fragrance becomes more intense, winding and floating towards the street, the greasy but not rotten strange fragrance of all kinds of ingredients perfectly integrated, mixed with the warming wine fragrance, directly It hits people's faces and goes straight to the heart.

Dongmei has nothing to say, but Haruna is in shock. She has limited knowledge and can't tell the difference between high and low cooking skills, but this smell can't deceive anyone. Even she is hesitant to spend 3,000 yen to taste it when she smells this strange smell——Hideji Kitahara for three months When I came to work, my craftsmanship looked similar to my own. Is there such a big difference after only three months?

Is the "talented person" that Dad always talks about so scary?

Xia Zhi and Xia Sha swallowed their saliva heartlessly and exchanged glances, and they squeezed together beside Hideji Kitahara, and said in a flattering voice: "Oni sauce, it smells so good, can you give us a bowl?"

These two little guys are very talented, their voices are so crisp, and Hideji Kitahara is the kind of person who likes children and is always quite tolerant towards children. Wen Yanzhen took a long-handled spoon to dig out the jar, I'm going to make a bowl for the two little guys to taste something new-although it's going to be sold, but how big is it for your own children to eat a bowl? This jar will sell for one or two hundred cups at least, so it doesn't matter if you try it.

Dongmei is not as easy-talking as he is. Seeing that some passers-by smelled the fragrance and looked over curiously, she turned around and dragged Xiazhi Xiasha's collar towards the door, shouting: "I'll sell the rest for you to eat. Ready to open now!"

Haruna must have listened to the eldest sister, stepped forward to take Kitahara Hideji's long-handled spoon, bowed slightly, and said, "General, please go to the kitchen!"

Hideji Kitahara showed super strength. She felt that she had to show corresponding respect, and her tone was more polite by three points, which could already be called respectful.

Kitahara Hideji was speechless. After thinking about it, he didn't know what to say, so he finally had to bow his head: "Okay, let's go to the kitchen."

He went straight to the back of the kitchen counter, adjusted his cooking clothes, put on a chef's hat, and Haruna also wrapped his head with a cloth towel, and stared at the door of the store with a calm expression, ready to help Hideji Kitahara - Junwei House has reopened , Chef Kitahara Nidaime personally cooks the spoon.

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"Excuse me!" Kimura Mitsuhiko gently lifted the curtain and entered this humble street shop. If it wasn't for the smell of smell when passing by and he himself was too hungry, this kind of nameless shop would not be easy to set foot in - it would be a serious problem for his colleagues to see him going in and out of this kind of shop, and others would think that he This person can't get rid of the original class, and there can't be a big climate without a pattern.

Fuyumi was still serving as the waitress. When she saw Mitsuhiko Kimura coming in, Crescent Moon's eyes lit up. She took a closer look at his clothes with joy, and found that the other party was wearing a high-end handmade suit with a gold-plated "eight" badge on the left chest. He bowed straight and shouted: "Welcome, please sit here."

He really tricked one in so quickly. Looking at the badge, this guy is an employee of the Nagoya United Bank. Although he cannot be a cadre at this age, in terms of the income of such a person, he is a standard fat sheep.

The situation in Japan is different from that in China. Large banks are not for students from prestigious schools. The real elites gather. The income of civil servants of the same level is enough for these people to receive subsidies. After all, large banks are the core of the trinity strategy of Japanese conglomerates.

Mitsuhiko Kimura is only twenty-six or seven years old, but he has a calm personality and an elite white-collar demeanor. He was not surprised when he suddenly saw a carrot head rushing towards him. Instead, he lowered his head slightly and followed him to the kitchen counter to sit down. Then I turned my head and looked at the entire izakaya, and found that the decoration here was very tasteless, with a legacy of the Showa era, probably the place where ordinary company employees drink two cups of bad wine and scold their bosses after work.

He slightly regretted entering this kind of shop, looked up at the chef again, and frowned slightly—is the general of this shop too young? This can no longer be explained by tenderness.

Dongmei is very polite. Chunweiwu has been open for more than two years, and I have never seen a few of this kind of high-end fat sheep. They are very hospitable at the moment. First he brought hot towels, then barley tea, and then asked very politely, "What do you want to use?"

Mitsuhiko Kimura was also an ordinary college student before entering a big bank. He was no stranger to this kind of izakaya. He casually glanced at the menu plate hanging on the wall, and was surprised to find that this restaurant looked ordinary, but he was really good at killing people. Just looking at these The price of the dishes is not inferior to those famous traditional restaurants.

But he doesn't mind, no matter how much he eats here, it's not as expensive as the cost of opening a bottle of champagne in a high-end club. He just rubbed his nose—the strange smell became stronger after entering here—and said casually: "The stew at the door Order one, another glass of draft beer, and let the rest be decided by... the general!"

Kitahara Hideji was too young, and he couldn't speak smoothly.

Dongmei nodded and said: "Yes, guest! A full house, two side dishes with wine, and a glass of draft beer!" After ordering, she hurried to the door and stood on a small bench with a long-handled spoon to dig out—three With a thousand yen in the account, this thing can really be sold!

And Hideji Kitahara smiled, took a small bottle of chilled shochu, put it in front of Mitsuhiko Kimura, and said politely: "It's more suitable to go with a small shochu. This is a gift from our store. Guests, please use it slowly."

The name "Buddha Tiaoqiang" cannot be translated directly. There are many Buddhists in Japan, which can easily lead to religious disputes. The monk Tiaoqiang that Kitahara Hideji randomly created is even more bullshit. A classy alias hangs on the wall.

She just wanted to make money and support her younger siblings, but she didn't want to cause any trouble.

Hideji Kitahara just let her do it, and casually chose a festive dish, and tasting this kind of dish is indeed more suitable for a cool little roast.

Mitsuhiko Kimura didn't expect this young general to be quite particular, and he planned to pay a tip for the wine later, so he sat on the single seat in front of the kitchen counter and smiled, thanked him very politely, and then looked at him Attracted by the small soup bowl brought by Fuyumi, Hideji Kitahara asked again: "Is it okay to choose crab meat and tofu with sauce as side dishes?"

It’s not okay to use all Chinese dishes. After all, the customer base is foreigners, and we should respect local customs as much as possible.

Mitsuhiko Kimura absent-mindedly replied, all his mind was on the small bowl of steaming "stewed vegetables" in front of him, clapped his hands together, and then picked up a spoon to scoop up a piece of scallop, only to see that the soup was brown, like Thick wine generally flows with light, not like cooking, but like some precious art.

With this stirring, the scent became more intense. He couldn't help swallowing again, and then he blew it into his mouth lightly, but after just chewing, the soup in the scallops gushed out, clearly chewing The meat is shredded, but salty, fragrant, tender, smooth, and fresh emerge one after another, as if 18 kinds of ingredients are practiced with 18 kinds of weapons, and the layers are distinct, mixed but not chaotic, surrounded by the aroma of wine Together, it can be called a thousand flavors.

He couldn't help but picked up the small soup bowl and took another sip of the thick soup. His tongue felt like his taste had exploded, and he felt a strong sense of joy in his heart. He seemed to understand what Haruki Murakami said in an instant. The kind of "little happiness".

There may be many kinds of happiness, but the bowl of soup in front of you represents the beauty that is fleeting but always in your heart.

As a newcomer to the largest bank in the Guanzhong area, Mitsuhiko Kimura still faces a lot of competitive pressure in the workplace. He is afraid that if he makes a mistake one day, he will be sent to another company as an expatriate, or he will be kicked to the countryside, or even be dismissed. He was sent to the unlucky Southeast Asia to be stationed, and his future was cut short, so he often frequented high-end clubs, talked to female publicists, drank and drank, and even became addicted to cigarettes, just to relieve stress, and finished this drink Tang suddenly felt a lot more relaxed in his heart.

He liked this kind of feeling very much. He sipped it slowly and couldn't bear to finish it for a while, while Hideji Kitahara was rolling crab roe with glutinous rice skin, looked up at him, and felt that this guy was calm enough—this little The bowl needs to be replaced with snow, stick your tongue in and roll it, and it will be gone. It has the same effect as the second senior brother eating ginseng fruit.

This guy can be regarded as a real eater who can tell the good from the bad.

He was more careful in his hands, trying to keep the well-dressed guy in front of him as a regular customer, and people began to enter the Junwei house at 0:33, Dongmei was full of surprises - many people were planning to go to ARA's new izakaya , During this time, the store was on fire, and when I walked to the door and smelled the fragrance, I turned into the Pure Flavor House. Even Dongmei recognized the two old "traitors" who had taken refuge in the opposite side.

She smiled sweeter and sharpened the knife repeatedly in her heart, planning to come in today and slaughter one by one, and she must chop up these fat sheep.