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In the end, Ji Si still ordered the parent-mouth set meal that is affordable and will not be too unpalatable.

"This is an appetizer for you, please enjoy it."

After guiding Ji Si to sit in front of the empty small table, the president of the part-time waiter brought a plate of side dishes.

Ji Si looked at it and found that it was not a common small fish sashimi, but a platter of three pickled vegetables. He couldn't help but like it in his heart.

He took out his chopsticks and tasted the pickled radish that had been diced into diced ones.

"This taste... rice bran?"

"It can be eaten," the president's lady who was bringing wine to other guests looked at Ji Si in surprise: "It's quite rare to pickle rice bran in the Eighth Prince."

“Because I often cook by myself, I occasionally pickle a little pickle by myself.”

Ji Si replied.

After all, he is not the type who likes to spend money with big hands and feet. He occasionally is too lazy to cook some porridge, instead of ordering expensive takeaways directly. However, the pickled vegetables in Japanese supermarkets taste average, so he chooses to pickle a little by yourself and store it in the refrigerator.

This is not the recipe that comes with the cooking skills in the Bird Tour Prize Pool. It was learned from scratch by Ji Si, but it was more or less influenced by lazy cooking skills, and the taste became quite unique in the good sense.

The guy named You Chun likes Ji Si's pickled vegetables very much and often takes them away.

Then Ji Si tasted the remaining turnips and kelp: "The taste is quite stable, refreshing and appetizing, and there is no strange smell. It is a very high-quality pickled vegetables."

The chef of the izakaya behind the desk cast an approving look at Ji Si.

According to his evaluation criteria, General Kiyoizumiya's craftsmanship is about LV6~7, and he belongs to the common and delicious little izakaya.

The lonely Mr. Goro once said that the main dishes in the restaurant where the side dishes are delicious will not be too bad.

Ji Si couldn't help but start looking forward to this.

After a while, the president and lady came to Ji Si's table with a tray and put the dishes on the table one by one: "Your parent-mouth meal is here."

"That's great, this looks pretty good."

Ji Si couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, then paused, looking at the waitress who was smiling and staring at herself, and seemed to have no intention of leaving: "That... President Sang, don't you have any other work to do?"

"I will do it naturally when I have a job, but there are many drunks in the store now. Compared to being regarded as the object of pornographic jokes near them, it is better to come to Ji Sijun to appreciate his dear juniors enjoying the skills of the general."

The student president said with a smile, holding the tray.

"But I will be distracted by being stared at by you," Ji Si argued: "As a maid in the izakaya, don't you want the guests to enjoy the delicious food more attentively?"

"I don't want to." The girl replied without hesitation with a smile.

"General, I want to report that you have two or five boys here!" Ji Si said to the chef behind the desk.

The chef pretended not to hear it, and started to brag and fucked the regular customer in front of the desk.

"Has the president actually completed his dictatorship in such a place..." Ji Si said tremblingly.

"That's not the case," the student president replied happily: "It's just that after I worked here, the performance of this izakaya has increased by 30%, so they won't be willing to fire me."

Ji Si had to give up for the time being and drove the other party away from him, instead he found a topic to chat: "So why did the president come to work in the Izakaya? If you want money, the president should not be short of it, especially when so many club budgets were cut at the seminar."

"Your money cannot be confused with the student union's money. It is better to cost-effective than giving the money to those clubs to waste it to hold a larger and more lively academy cultural festival, right?"

The student president said seriously: "That would be more fun than doing something messy in the club!"

"The more meaningless things are, the more fun things are. Once something is given the meaning of 'must do that', no matter how interesting it is, it will become boring."

Ji Si expressed different opinions.

"Is this how Ji Sijun sees it..."

The girl was silent for a moment: "I understand, as the student president, it is my duty to listen to the opinions of each student, and I will refer to your opinions carefully."

Seeing that the atmosphere seemed a little heavy, Ji Si changed to another topic: "I haven't told me the reason for working in an izakaya. If it were the president, you should be able to choose a place with better treatment, right?"

The chef who was pretending to be on his back just now pricked up his ears and eavesdropped on him.

"Just just exercise my social skills a little. Don't look at me like this, I'm actually very introverted and shy~"

The doll-like girl said with a smile.

Ji Si was scooping a spoonful of rice and giving it to him, froze and looked at the cheerful and sunny girl speechlessly: "Do you think I will believe such an obvious lie?"

"Then tell Ji Sijun about girls' knowledge~"

The president raised his index finger and made a cute "shush" action on Sakura's lips: "If a girl deliberately says an answer that is a lie, it means she doesn't want to tell you the answer."

"I don't want to listen to such a sad knowledge..."

"You don't understand Ji Sijun, the so-called girls are hard, weak, conservative and fickle existences; knowing when and where should be strong and weak is a very important skill."

"I understand, girls are slimes, right?"

"Ji Sijun who came to this conclusion is too rude to girls."

"Whatever."

Ji Si took a bite of the rice and then his eyes lit up: "This is quite good! Has the chicken been marinated in advance? It is tender and delicious. The juice will explode in your mouth when it is full of juice. However, this rich taste does not seem overwhelming, and it fully mixes the sweetness of the rice and the aroma of the eggs... Especially this half-cooked egg is completely the finishing touch!"

"Can you eat?" the chef said with some relief: "It is really rare for customers who are so cognitive."

"Well, I can make a parent-mouth bowl at home, but to do this, I can only succeed once or twice in about ten times. The general can easily make a parent-mouth bowl with such a high degree of completion, and the skills are quite good."

Ji Si praised sincerely.

"Hehe, after all, cooking also requires art of experience and feel." The chef pointed to the miso soup at Ji Si's hand and said proudly: "It took me four years to make the taste of that bowl of soup."

Ji Si took a sip and gave a thumbs up.

Although he doesn't catch a cold about handmade immortals, many good chefs do need to rely on years of practice to gain outstanding cooking skills.

"It seems that Ji Sijun's tongue is also quite powerful."

The president's smile became even gentler.

"I always feel that the president's words have a strange meaning. Is my heart too dirty..." Ji Si rubbed his forehead helplessly.
Chapter completed!