Twenty minutes later, looking forward to the stars and the moon, the main course finally arrived. First, a small charcoal fire was put on, and then a waiter came up with two pieces of thick-cut beef. They placed the wire rack on the stove and dipped the beef in a special sauce.
The meat is slowly cooked over a charcoal fire. The butter slides along the wire mesh onto the charcoal fire, stirring up bursts of smoke, and then smokes the surface of the meat in reverse. The aroma is so delicious that even if you want to ignore it, you can't ignore it.
"Shall I do it myself?" The foreign diners were very curious about this novel barbecue mode and wanted to do it themselves, but were politely refused by the waiter.
“You’ll lose the best flavor of the wagyu by grilling it yourself.”
Although his voice was thin and weak, the diners' expressions instantly changed and they felt a little uncomfortable. They saw him supplementing the beef with onions in the middle and curled their lips. Who hasn't had a BBQ before?
This suffocation continued until the waiter put the wagyu beef into his bowl. Smelling the fragrant smell, he took a bite of the beef. The sauce was well locked into the meat, and the juice burst out as soon as he bit into it. The beef was so tender.
It melts instantly, like salty marshmallows.
"Guest, I will serve you Neon's most famous pot dish right away - Sukiyaki." The waiter stood up from his kneeling position and soon pushed a small cart over.
I added a few more pieces of charcoal, and the heat immediately increased. I removed the wire mesh and replaced it with a shallow pot. I brushed the pot with plenty of butter, then spread the thinly sliced Wagyu beef into the bottom of the pot, and sprinkled it with
Pour a pinch of flour and pour on the sauce. When the sauce in the pot boils, put the half-fried and half-boiled beef into the beaten sterile eggs. The beef will be evenly fat and lean, and you can eat one piece at a time. The diners will be satisfied and want to eat more.
Occasionally - the beef is finished.
"Add another piece of beef," the diner said with a grin.
The waiter's smile was a little sweet at this time: "Okay, a piece of beef is 1,000 cock coins."
"What?" The diner was so shocked that he almost stood up from his chair, "This set meal is only 668 rooster coins. How dare you sell a piece of Wagyu beef for 1,000?"
The waiter smiled, but with a little disdain in his eyes: "This is the most high-end ingredient in Neon Country." The implication is that ordinary people like you are not worthy of eating it.
"No!" the diner said angrily, "just go ahead."
The waiter nodded and was unwilling to answer this time. After the wagyu was fried, he put different types of vegetables on the pot, added a little stock, and then continued eating. The waiter cooked the food carelessly, and the diners were frightened by the high price of wagyu.
I also ate half-heartedly.
After finally finishing everything in the pot, the last thing served was a snack made by Watanabe - Matcha Morning Dew. This is an elegant name, a square piece, half transparent and shiny, half rich and decadent, white and green.
A different color connection makes people’s eyes light up.
The diner carefully scooped out some with a spoon, rolled his tongue, and the strong aroma of matcha entered the tip of his tongue. After the slight bitterness, there was an endless sweetness, which made him want to take a sip of tea to neutralize the sweetness. When the tea entered his mouth, he
Then he relaxed his brows slightly and swallowed the snack in his mouth.
It's really... not as delicious as the Chinese dim sum! That morning, after his morning run, he happened to see the Chinese steamed buns being opened. The white and fat one, after one bite, the meaty aroma overflowed...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed with Neon's dishes. If it weren't for the long queue at the Huaxia Restaurant next door, who would be willing to come to eat this kind of food? He was not full, and it didn't smell like anyone else's.
And... the tables of guests sitting over there, mingling with each other, are obviously the ones invited by Neon! They are all Neon natives with black hair and black eyes!
…
"Guest No. 88, please come here!" Fang Zilu was too busy alone, so he called Chu Liangwei to bring someone over. No, the little old man was paying attention to the messages on his phone while working as a part-time waiter, and finally
It can barely meet the needs of the restaurant.
Unknowingly, there was a long queue at the door of Huaxia. The temperature was now low, so Master Ah Si noticed it and whispered a few words to Zhang Hua.
After a while, a large pot of hot red date and wolfberry soup was served. Chu Liangwei carried a small tray and distributed the steaming paper cups to the guests queuing outside.
"Thank you so much - I just need this!" A woman in thin clothing tied up the hood of her sweater tightly and held the warm cup, feeling extremely moved.
Chu Liangwei pointed to the tall stainless steel bucket at the door of the restaurant and said: "All-you-can-eat buffet~" He blinked narrowly, "But don't drink too much, because you won't be able to eat the main meal later, and... you will also want to pee.
Shh!”
The woman laughed and called the little old man cute.
For a while, everyone had hot tea in their hands. In the cool breeze, it seemed like the hot sunshine was warming everyone.
There were also several people queuing up in front of the Neon Restaurant. The wet and cold weather almost made everyone shivering, and they kept rubbing their palms to keep warm. The door of the Neon Restaurant was always closed, and only when it was the next person's turn,
The waiter will open the door, look around with a leering look from above, and then bring the person in.
Someone looked at the lively scene in China and quietly left the original team and walked towards the neon team not far away.
Liangzi, the neon man, was one of them. She turned on the switch of the tea bucket, and the orange tea surged out of it. In a moment, half the cup was filled. She took a big sip, it was hot and sweet with a hint of sweetness.
The delicious tea made everyone come alive in an instant.
She took the cup and sipped it in small sips, and unconsciously walked to the end of the line to wait.
Liangzi is only twenty years old this year. She came to Huacheng to learn dessert making despite her family's obstruction. She admires the wagashi master Watanabe Murichi the most. However, after watching every game on the spot, she is a little hesitant now, and she also feels sorry for her.
The beliefs she once upheld were questioned. She wanted to support her country, but she envied the atmosphere in China.
She once sent a letter to Mr. Watanabe, which contained a little girl's thoughts and love for snacks. Until she came to Huacheng, she was still looking forward to Watanabe's reply.
"When I try Chinese hotpot, I must go and meet Mr. Watanabe." She said to herself secretly.
"Another fillet here please."
"I want it too, I want it too, I want a piece of hanging dragon!"
"I'd like to add a hot pot snack."
There was smoke coming out from under Fang Zilu's feet, and he wandered around every corner of the restaurant non-stop, responding to the requests of diners at every table.