"Here's here!"

“Serve food…”

Outside the store, diners lined up in a long queue, and the customers in the store were also eager to see each other. Fortunately, Chef Xia's cooking skills have long been different from the past. Looking back, cooking the old menus of the store are more skillful, and many processes are also under his command, and they are inadvertently streamlined and merged.

Lei Aoxue is responsible for cutting vegetables, while Xia Yu is responsible for cooking. Although the sword skills of this direct descendant of Lei's family are gradually unable to catch up with Chef Xia, he acts as a helper and takes action, which is definitely enough.

Holding the knife hand, at this moment, Lei Aoxue glanced at the boy who opened the glass window of the bar and handed the hot side dishes outward. The expression on his face was a very eye-opening trance: "Now, the feeling this person gives me is getting closer and closer to those of Baiyulou, as well as Mr. Yan, Mr. Xia and others."

What does it feel like? Watching Chef Xia’s cooking up close, Lei Aoxue couldn’t explain it.

It was a vague sense of fusion.

It was like going out in an old Taoist temple. When I met an elderly white-haired Taoist priest, I saw him sitting on a bluestone, and the Taoist rhyme came out naturally. When I swept my eyes over, I realized that this was the mysterious "Tao".

In fact, it’s more than just Lei Aoxue’s eyes open.

From beginning to end, a group of distinguished guests at the bar were all considered as having a shortage of Chef Xia’s cooking clips, and they were all in their eyes.

A plate of hot dishes was served, and the customers in the store were in agitation, but the people at the bar were shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

"cough!"

After a long time, Nakiri Sensaemon broke free from his troubled thoughts, coughed lightly, and first picked up a pair of chopsticks.

He moved his chopsticks, and the others followed him to put the chopsticks. The dishes at the bar are different from a large plate on the square table, which have a bit of a Japanese meal-style meal-making. They are filled with exquisite and retro small plates and small bowls, rice, fist-sized quantity, and various dishes, such as wood-bearded meat, Dongpo pork and West Lake vinegar fish, are like products divided by assembly line machines. The amount of each serving and even the shape of the plate are amazingly consistent, and even the degree of "exquisite" is no different!

Everyone was so shocked that they could breathe air conditioners in their eyes.

Well, be good.

Through a layer of transparent glass, I went to see the young chef's face with a refreshing smile. This dish and this platter were completed by Chef Xia. The big guys at the bar came to their senses, but the dishes were already placed in front of me. The cooking arrangement before serving was as if it was erased from my memory.

Aoki Sect was so shocked that he touched his bald head, and Yin saw cold sweat and said, "It's natural?"

Next to him, the heroine, Gin Dojima, and Ichiro Takashima, were slightly higher in realm, and he was thinking about it on his face.

It took me a long time before Kazuki Ichiro sighed: "It's too 'harmonious', without a trace of abruptness... So from the perspective of visual images, I am subconsciously ignored?"

Nakiri Sesaemon, who has a higher vision and experience, has a slightly narrowed pupil and said intimately:

‘Ten pots of silver chopsticks’?

Only this explanation is the only explanation. Sengsaemon and Mr. Xia have a close relationship. After hearing from the old man explain this skill, he can practice 10 large pots to cook dishes of the same quality in one breath, and the links of "placing plates" and "placing plates" are also included.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why the exquisiteness of the flowing food in front of you was printed on the same mold.

The hot meal is of course extremely delicious.

Sensaemon had a big appetite. After eating three bowls of rice, the small plates and plates in front of him were also plundered. The meat, fish, and vegetables all turned into endless heat in their stomachs.

With a "thump", the last bowl of rice fell on the table. Sensaemon put down his chopsticks, put his palms together, and the heat coming out of his head gradually dissipated. This made the guests who were watching and taking photos outside the store breathe a sigh of relief. You should always be more at ease, don't get angry out of it anymore. If you are accidentally hollowed out, what should you do?

"Kizuna meat, good." Sensaemon commented.

"This wood-beard meat is the Kongfu dish of Shandong cuisine among the eight major Chinese cuisines." Dojima Yin wiped the sweat from his forehead with a napkin. There was a strange red light on his face. I don't know if it was because the weather was hot. "The raw materials are very simple, including pork, eggs and fungus."

"Simple?"

There was a table of diners behind him, but they opened their eyes exaggeratedly after hearing this. One of the female professional beauties opened with red lips and said excitedly: "But why have I never eaten such delicious Chinese cuisine?!"

At this time, in addition to a group of big shots, there were also quite a few ordinary people in the Xia store. Single customers or doubles, and there were less than one table, so they had to sit with other guests. After all, it was an extraordinary period and it was difficult to find a seat. Neon people who were used to separate meals and sitting alone did not care about these small details.

There was a single old man at the same table, shook his head and said, "It seems simple, but it is full of luxurious details. In other Chinese restaurants, this plate of 'wood bearded meat' must be the treasure of the restaurant, far from enjoying it for a few thousand yen."

"for example?"

Many diners pricked their ears.

The big guys at the bar also praised it. The old man said in high spirits: "Mubeard meat is actually also called osmanthus meat. What is osmanthus? In Chinese, this generally refers to hanging flowers. Do you know osmanthus? In fact, when osmanthus is in full bloom, the shape is similar to cherry blossoms, a piece of tiny, do you want to have a yellow color, the color is the yellow of the egg!"

"Oh—" a teenager at high school shouted, "I understand. In this dish just now, the eggs were fried into pieces, which looked like osmanthus, so they are called 'orange meat'?"

The big diners were stunned: "Ah, those tiny things are eggs?"

"No."

"I think it's not just eggs, but eggs are fragrant, but when I ate them before, I was fresh and chewy and crispy..."

When the old man saw the guests, he noticed himself, and his presence suddenly burst out. He coughed and his voice became more singular, saying, "Of course it's not just eggs, otherwise how can it be called luxurious details? In addition to pork, fungus, eggs, there are also magnolia slices, golden needle vegetables, and daylily."

This old man was obviously a gourmet, deliberately trying to please everyone's appetite, and even set up a pit for people to jump.

“What is magnolia?”

"Golden needle vegetable, daylily?"

Seeing a group of young people eating and drinking, surrounding the old man for explanation, Xia Yu laughed secretly, this old man had a generous face, but actually had a bad mind. Damn, golden needle dish, daylily, isn't that the same thing? It's just a different name. A group of young people seeking knowledge will probably have to bother for a long time before they can wake up the spirit. Damn the old man lied to me for many years!

"Okay."

Xia Yu said to Erina, Maki Morita: "They have finished eating, it's time to replace a group of customers. It's open until 6 pm today. Let's hurry up and pinch it tighter!"

Nakiri Sensaemon watched the boy turn around and continue to be busy, with a cautious thought in his eyes. Is it time?

at the same time.

The shop street, Siyingshi's white castle-themed restaurant, the decoration has been completed.

There are a few people in the Jixingliao who are here to help. Tian Suohui cleans up the ladder, takes a paint bucket and brush, and adds some white paint to the restaurant's signature. Si Yingshi's buckle details are fully reflected in the decoration, just like the state in the kitchen.

“Yes, just brush it thinner.”

“There is a little color difference on the left.”

"Ah, it still doesn't feel perfect enough. Yukihei, let's just push the whole sign down and start over!"

Yukihei Tsuma was on the ladder and almost couldn't breathe.

Hey hey hey hey, if the senior hadn’t agreed to him that the restaurant would be officially opened and he would be the chef in the kitchen, and he would have disagreed with this exhausting errand.

"If I had known that I would have been to ask Master Siguchi, his restaurant should have my place." Yukihei Tsuma looked at the handsome silver-haired young man below with resentment.

Um?

When his eyes swept away, Yukihei Tsuma was stunned. He finally saw an abnormality in the distance of the shopping street. "Why did a large group of people suddenly gather there?"

At this time, Yoshino Yuhiko ran back with a fire and shouted loudly.

"Not good!"

"That store is open and opens!"

Yukihei and Si Yingshi looked at each other and asked in unison: "Which family?"

"Sha's store!"

thump.

The paint bucket fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!