Although he is complaining, Guan Junyan's IQ is still online.

They all use the "making friends out of nothing" routine. If it doesn't work, just use "Zhang San Li, Four Kings and Five" to refer to them.

This is a Chinese restaurant, so I use this to suit the occasion.

Do not mention names and disclose as little information as possible.

Although it is meaningless for these giants, they cannot lose their due vigilance.

After clearly explaining the ins and outs and related ideas, Guan Junyan kept silent and used practical actions to implement the concept of saying it all and bearing the consequences at your own risk.

The food-eating ghost remained silent, sitting quietly at the table and looking at the menu.

Seeing this, Guan Junyan also picked up the menu from the next table and started reading it.

He had been playing with clams after school and missed dinner time, so he was very hungry now.

After taking a few glances, the menu looked surprisingly normal.

So normal that it makes someone feel friendly.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, hot and sour shredded potatoes, stir-fried vegetarian vegetables, braised trotters, Dongpo pork, twice-cooked pork, shredded fish-flavored pork, Kung Pao chicken, Mapo tofu... all are home-cooked dishes that are so familiar that they are no longer familiar.

Just for this menu, Guan Junyan felt that he had to try it.

If it tastes good and Kagura confirms that there is nothing wrong with it, I will come here more often in the future.

In Japan, it is not easy to eat authentic Chinese food, and Guan himself only knows how to eat it, but not how to cook it. Before traveling, he worked to provide three meals a day, and he ordered takeout for rest. The kitchen of the rental house only used a refrigerator and a sink.

What a waste.

"Senior, where is the boss? How should I order?"

Guan Junyan asked the slippery ghost next to him, but the latter did not leave, and was still standing in the aisle between Guan and the hair-eating ghost.

"Just speak normally. The boss is in the kitchen and can hear you."

"Thank you, senior. I would like a portion of tomato and egg soup, a portion of spicy and sour potato shreds, a portion of Kung Pao Chicken, a portion of Mapo Tofu and a bowl of rice."

After saying that, Guan Junyan put the menu aside and was about to ask where the tableware and tea were when he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the store had become a little weird.

The slippery ghost and the hair-eating ghost who are getting closer.

A little further away are the Daitengu, Shuten-dōji, and Ibaraki-dōji.

As well as the cow head sitting in the other corner, all looked at him.

Especially Niu Tou, whose eyes stared like bells like car headlights, which made Guan Junyan panic.

"Uh, why are you guys looking at me like that?"

"Young people are motivated and amazing."

The slippery ghost patted Guan Junyan on the shoulder and walked back to his table step by step with his hands behind his back.

"Little boy, I will definitely have a drink with you later." Shuten Tongzi raised the red wine bowl and gestured towards Guan Junyan.

"I respect you." Ibaraki Doji was more straightforward and drank a bowl directly, "I was wrong for underestimating you before."

Guan Junyan almost collapsed.

Boss, don't do this.

The more you do this, the more panic I get.

In desperation, Guan Junyan could only look at the Big Tengu helplessly.

He seemed the friendliest person in the whole store, and he said at the beginning that the store only served ordinary drinks and food.

Guan Junyan has seen it specifically, and the home-cooked dishes are all priced in Japanese yen. The prices are not affordable, but they are not expensive either. They are normal dishes no matter how you look at them.

"Senior, is there something wrong with this dish?"

"No, no problem. There's no problem with the food, and there's no problem with the boss's craftsmanship, it's just——"

The Great Tengu shook his head repeatedly, hesitated, and then added.

"The boss is very fond of chili peppers. All the dishes that use chili peppers have a strong taste. Except for the tomato and egg soup you ordered..."

That's it?

This was Guan Junyan's first reaction.

Yes, except for the tomato and egg soup, he ordered all the dishes with chili peppers, but the spiciness goes well with rice.

Huluhulu had a bowl of rice and then two mouthfuls of soup, which was a perfect match for his current state.

Do you have this reaction?

Is it because Japanese food is generally bland?

But being bland does not mean that you have never seen chili peppers. The number one Chinese dish that Japanese people like is Mapo Tofu. No matter how you think about it, it shouldn’t be such an exaggeration.

Could it be that the boss uses the legendary devil pepper and seven-star pepper?

"Um, is it really spicy?" Just in case, Guan Junyan confirmed it again.

"Well, you'll know after you eat it." Slippery replied with a smile, "Based on my understanding of the boss, it's too late to regret it now."

"I smell it."

Niutou, who had been silent until now, took the initiative to speak for the first time. As he spoke, he got up and walked out the door.

"Hua Lao, I'm leaving first. We can talk about that later."

"I know you're a smart guy and can't stand the smell." The slick guy named Hua Piao casually waved his hand as a farewell, "I'll wait here for the young man to finish eating. Maybe I'll have to send him away later.

go home."

Damn it?

What does it mean to send me home - so hot that I can't walk or lose consciousness?

He shouldn't be sent home, but sent to the hospital, and there is no guarantee of getting off the road.

Use the eye-baby attack again to look at the Big Tengu. The latter looks at its nose and its nose, and doesn't speak.

The two ghost kings actually responded and walked to the signboard one on the left and the other on the right.

Shuten-douji typed the third item, and Ibaraki-douji read: "No waste of food and alcohol is allowed. Oh, and there is an unspoken rule. Food here is not allowed to be taken out, and must be eaten in the store."

Guan Junyan really wanted to ask what the consequences would be if he couldn't finish the meal, but seeing how these legendary gangsters who kill without batting an eyelid took the rules so seriously, he decided not to ask and just resigned himself to waiting for the arrival of the spicy food that would scare even the gangsters.

The shop owner, whom he had never met before, acted very quickly. Within a few minutes, the first dish was placed on the window sill between the dining room and the kitchen.

"Can someone help me carry it?"

"I'll do it!" Shuten Doji volunteered.

Then the head was separated, the head flew to Guan Junyan's side, and the body went to serve the food.

It is a dish that can make you feel hot just by looking at it.

Red, everywhere red.

In the summer, there is still a steamy atmosphere.

What comes along with the breath is a pungent spicy smell.

Only by resisting the triple offensive of vision, touch and smell can we see the true face of the dish - white squares soaked in red oil.

The first dish is the signature of Sichuan cuisine, the classic among classics, Mapo Tofu.

And it’s definitely not the Japanese style that tastes sweet no matter how you eat it, it looks authentic at first glance.

Mapo tofu pays attention to five elements: spicy, delicious and hot.

Except for the bright character in the middle, Guan Junyan can more or less feel the other four elements.

Of course, the most important thing is the spiciness, which gives me a sense of déjà vu as when I tried to commit suicide by trying the Devil’s Spicy Turkey Noodles.

Maybe it's even higher than that.

While holding his breath and concentrating, there were already five pairs of eyes around him, occupying all the tables around Guan Junyan, but no one was sitting with him.

It seems that it is impossible not to eat.

"Have I started?" Guan Junyan asked tentatively.

"If you can finish eating normally, I agree to everything you said before!" The food-eating ghost suddenly said.

It was obvious that he had rejected people thousands of miles away before, and it was obvious that he did not like him and locked up someone.

This made Guan Junyan feel heroic.

"It's a deal!"

At that time, I was also a person who lived in Chengdu and Chongqing three times, and 70% of the flower growers in the area were spicy food.

Isn't it just local blood? I'm afraid of my balls!

Sichuan, Chongqing, Hunan and Hubei, give me the spicy soul!

"Well, give me a bowl of rice first!"
Chapter completed!