Hey.

After eating a large plate of delicious food, the round-faced lady looked at it. The table of troublemakers left unknown when they left.

She glared and said, "Those hooligans just left like that?"

"Why don't you leave in shame? Why do you stay?" Xia Yu was also full. Although his beef stewed with burgundy red wine in the system, he passed the evaluation of the system with a score of 60, he was very happy.

This is also the first Western dish he cooked after coming to this world.

My research experience in my previous life was combined with my ability to hold a knife at the age of 3 in this life. My originally impetuous heart suddenly settled down and I felt a feeling called stability.

"Aren't they going to blackmail?" The round-faced lady was surprised.

"After eating my food, they have some IQ, they will give up." Xia Yu shrugged, "Otherwise, if you really want to call the inspector of the Food Association, they will be the one who is unlucky."

When I communicated purely in Mandarin, I heard the food association of neon, and the round-faced lady was not surprised. She nodded with a serious face.

It seems that Neon’s Food Association is so famous internationally in this parallel world.

"Are you a Chinese?" the goddess-like lady suddenly asked.

"Yes, the nationality of China is not naturalized yet. Although elementary school, middle school, and upcoming high school all spend the neon lights, I am really a Chinese. There is no need to question it. You can tell by listening to my standard Mandarin!" Xia Yu smiled.

“Waiter, check out.”

After eating, she planned to go back to the shop early to continue studying the cuisine. Xia Yu waved to a female waiter. The waiter immediately came over and bowed respectfully, "Guest, Mrs. Xia Zhiqiu has given you an order, you will be free of charge for this table."

"Madam Xia Zhiqiu?"

Xia Yu was stunned and looked up at the restaurant. Then he found that there was a housewife standing at the cashier at some point. Looking at her back, she looked graceful and had the unique charm of a mature woman.

After the waiter explained, Xia Yu suddenly realized it.

It turns out that Chef Xiazhiqiu is the owner of this Starlight Western Restaurant. He serves as the chef himself and even bought a few-story building on the store street and a shop. He looks quite rich.

"Please trouble you."

Soon, Mrs. Xia Zhiqiu stood in front of Xia Yu and kept bowing to him and thanking him. Her dignified and beautiful face was filled with helplessness.

"Although my husband was once a student of Yuanyue, Xingguang Rotating Western Restaurant was his first food-related industry. At the same time, he was also the first time he served as the head chef of the restaurant. Before that, his cooking skills were abandoned for twenty years..."

"How is that..."

Xia Yu felt relieved.

No wonder Chef Xia Zhiqiu was stumped by a few food hooligans and almost lost his mind. It turned out that he really had no experience.

However, investing in opening a restaurant and being the chef by yourself means that this Xia Zhiqiu Yingshu is obsessed with cooking skills. It can be said that he is a chef with dreams. After all, it has been twenty years since he dropped out of school in Yuanyue, but Xia Zhiqiu Yingshu's cooking skills have not fallen behind. On the contrary, he has already left the level of a student and has initially achieved the level of a chef. This is the most valuable thing.

Yuanyue dropped out of school and was most likely eliminated in the cruel competition. Some people were depressed and no longer had contact with professional kitchens. However, some people, like Qiu Yingshu, even though they were already a successful person, never gave up their cooking skills.

Talent? Xia Yu sneered at this statement.

Most people are not yet at the point of striving for talent.

Work hard and perseverance are the basic qualities for a chef to keep moving forward.

No matter what, Xia Yu is very optimistic about Xia Zhiqiu Yingshu.

...

With the grateful eyes of Xia Zhiqiu couple, as well as a group of chefs and waiters, Xia Yu left the Starlight and rotated the Western Restaurant.

Xia Yu got a free life card for a restaurant, and at the same time, there were two more followers around him.

"What are you doing with me?"

Put the card into his pants pocket, Xia Yu put his hands in his pockets, and glanced at the two Chinese ladies speechlessly.

"We are missing a food guide, please take us!" The round-faced lady said with a smile, "How about giving you 10,000 yen every day?"

Xia Yu said with a look of a fool: "This young lady, do you think I'm young and coax me?"

"Ten thousand yen, even if you work for eight hours, it's only 1,250 yen per hour. You don't know, some time ago, low-income people in Tokyo took to the streets with disagreement, demanding that the minimum wage per hour rise to 1,500 yen..."

The round-faced lady blushed when she heard this.

"Besides, the tour guide is so tired. My family also has its own small shop. If you go out to work as a child laborer, the old man will definitely tear me apart." Xia Yu's mouth twitched.

"Small shop? What shop?"

“Chinese cuisine restaurant…”

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Yu stopped talking and felt a little regretful.

Sure enough, the round-faced young lady's scream immediately came from next to her, "Chinese cuisine? Is it delicious? I just happened to be not full in the Western restaurant, so take us there quickly..."

"How much can you eat!"

So when I returned to my own small shop, I had not welcomed normal customers for a long time, and two more Chinese female guests also appeared.

The old man did not show up in the backyard when he rested. Xia Yu entered the kitchen and changed into clean chef's clothes. He stood behind the counter and pointed to the wooden sign hanging on the left wall of the store. "The menu and price are written on it, you can take a look first."

"The outside looks shabby, but the inside is rustic. I'm starting to look forward to the food here!"

The round-faced lady murmured in a low voice and dragged her best friend to the wall on the left.

There are large log signs with two fingers, with the dish name written in traditional Chinese brushes and the price marked at the bottom.

Provided today:

"Sichuan cuisine - boiled fish, lung slices for couples, and diced kung bao chicken."

"Cantonese cuisine - taro button pork, stewed beef brisket with radish, and fried hibiscus eggs."

"Lucai - nine-turn large intestine, first-grade tofu, sweet and sour tenderloin."

"Su Cai-Dongpo Pork, Yangzhou Fried Rice, Squirrel Sea Bass."

...

When we looked at the names of the dishes, they were all very traditional Chinese dishes. However, after a closer look at the prices marked under each brand, the two female tourists opened their eyes wide and rubbed their eyes, thinking they were having fun.

Boiled fish, 4,000 yen.

Taro Butter, 3500 yen.

Dongpo pork, 3500 yen.

After a quick look, the round-faced female tourist took a breath and said, "The cheapest one is Yangzhou fried rice, which actually costs 3,000 yen per serving... It's a robbery!"

Now, one thousand yen is about 60 yuan to convert 1,000 yen to fried rice, and three thousand yen, it is 180 yuan.

Compared with Tokyo's price level, people at the bottom of Neon usually eat a set fast food, which is 400-800 yen, which is more than 20 yuan to 50 yuan.

Therefore, ordering a side dish or fried rice at Xia’s Chinese cuisine restaurant is worth a normal person’s whole day of food consumption. This price can only be said to be very, very expensive!

"How about it, do you still want to eat?" Xia Yu stood behind the counter with his arms, shrugged, and had long expected the reactions of the two Chinese ladies.

Logically speaking, his father and father have such good skills, the restaurant will not be deserted.

The reason lies in the price!
Chapter completed!