On the evening of the next day, Kitahara Shuji put the jar on the temporary stove set up in front of the house of pure taste. The jar Buddha Jumping Over the Wall had been simmering for eighteen hours, and it was the time when it was full of color, fragrance and flavor.
He turned up the fire on the makeshift stove, causing the pot to boil again. The five sisters of the Fuze family, except Xueli, went to the hospital to accompany them, and everyone else was watching.
Haruna looked at the jar carefully, while Fuyumi looked a little uneasy and couldn't help but ask: "Is this really useful?"
Kitahara Hideji put the price tag next to it, which read "2899 yen/cup".
Fuyumi looked at the price and couldn't help it anymore. She asked again: "It's too expensive. Should we pursue capital preservation first?"
Kitahara Shuji looked at Fuyumi helplessly. She had been saying these words all afternoon. He had never realized that Fuyumi was such a conservative person before - this guy's mentality is actually quite sensitive and fragile, and he is easily worried about gains and losses. No wonder he always loses his temper.
He smiled at Fuyumi and tried his best to comfort her: "This is already a bargain. Our store is not good enough. It has to be replaced by a five-star one. If this cup does not cost 18,000 yuan, I would rather throw it into the trash can."
The title of "China's No. 1 Soup" is worth the price. Although the main ingredients are a bit weak and not as high-end and luxurious as the real thing, Kitahara Shuji's craftsmanship is there, and there are skills to support it, so he really feels that it is cheap.
——It was mainly for advertising. If it wasn't for the purpose of restoring popularity, he wouldn't have chosen such a tiring dish.
Are you kidding me about being the world’s biggest foodie and serving dishes at the state banquet of the empire?
Haruna pulled Fuyumi beside her and said softly: "Sister, don't do this!"
Since you have chosen to trust others, then don't follow behind them and always show fear. Isn't that just annoying?
Kitahara Shuji no longer paid attention to Fuyumi, and began to gently open the lotus leaves that sealed the altar - this was a fat-bellied Arhat altar. It used to contain 32 kilograms of old rice wine. I don't know which god brought it to Japan. This jar alone contains wine.
It cost them a lot of money.
Fuyumi watched Kitahara Shuji's movements nervously. Although Kitahara Shuji made a low-end version of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, and the ingredients he chose were not outrageously expensive, this jar also cost the Fukuzawa family more than a month's living expenses.
She could only eat it at home, and she literally spurted blood three feet away.
The layers of lotus leaves were uncovered, and the fragrance gradually came out bit by bit. First of all, Kitahara Shuji, who was the closest, couldn't help but swallowed his saliva first - it was very loud, like the instinct from genes, controlling
If you can't help it, saliva will secrete naturally. It's better to swallow it than to spit it out!
Next was Fuyumi, who was overwhelmed by the strong fragrance and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva. Haruna followed closely, and Natsori Natsusa followed last, as if they were engaging in some kind of saliva swallowing contest.
Kitahara Shuji kept moving his hands, feeling a little surprised when he smelled the strange fragrance.
It seems that the low-probability dish level increase in [The God of Cookery] has been triggered, and the effect is much better than expected. Although the main ingredients used in this jar of "Monk Jumping over the Wall" are of poor quality and have basically no nourishing effect, it only tastes good.
To put it bluntly, he might not be inferior to legendary celebrity chefs.
This should be an extremely rare event that can be encountered but not expected.
And when the lotus leaves were completely uncovered, the fragrance became even stronger, winding and floating towards the street. The greasy but not rotten strange fragrance of various ingredients perfectly blended into one, mixed with the warm aroma of wine, until
It hits people in the face and goes straight into the heart and spleen.
Fuyumi was speechless, while Haruna was shocked and confused. She had limited knowledge and could not tell the difference in cooking skills, but this smell could not fool anyone. Even she was hesitant to take out three thousand yen when she smelled this strange fragrance.
Try it - when Kitahara Shuji came to work three months ago, his craftsmanship seemed to be similar to his own. Is the difference so big after only three months?
Is the kind of "talented person" that Dad always talks about so terrifying?
The two of them, Natsori and Natsusa, exchanged glances while swallowing their saliva heartlessly. They crowded around Kitahara Shuji and said in unison: "Onii-chan, it smells so good. Can you give us a bowl to try?"
These two little guys are extremely talented and have voices that are as deep as the bones. Kitahara Hideji is the kind of person who likes children and is always very tolerant towards children. Hearing this, he took a long-handled spoon to dig out the jar.
I am going to make a bowl for the two little ones to have a taste of it - although I am going to sell it, how big is it for my own children to eat a bowl? This jar will sell at least one or two hundred cups, so it doesn't matter if I try it.
Fuyumi was not as easy to talk to as him. Seeing that some passers-by were looking over curiously after smelling the fragrance, she turned around and dragged Natsuori and Natsusha through the door by her collar, shouting: "I'll sell the rest to you.
Now we are ready to open a store!”
Haruna must have listened to her elder sister. She stepped forward and took the long-handled spoon from Kitahara Hideji, bowed slightly and said: "General, please go to the kitchen!"
Kitahara Shuji showed super strength, she felt that she must show corresponding respect, and her tone was even more polite, which can be called respectful.
Kitahara Shuci was speechless. He thought for a while and didn't know what to say. In the end, he had no choice but to bow: "Okay, let's go to the kitchen."
He went straight to the back of the kitchen counter, straightened his cooking clothes, and put on his chef's hat. Haruna also wrapped her head with a cloth, and stared at the door of the store with a calm expression, preparing to give Hideji Kitahara a hand - Pure Mood House has reopened.
, Chef Kitahara the second generation cooks it himself.
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"Excuse me!" Kimura Mitsuhiko gently lifted the curtain and entered this inconspicuous street shop. If he hadn't smelled too good when passing by and he was too hungry, he would usually not easily set foot in such an unknown shop.
——It would be a loss of status for his colleagues to see him entering and exiting a store like this. That would be a serious problem. Others would think that he is unable to break away from the original class and that he has no structure and cannot become a general trend.
Fuyumi was still acting as a waitress. When she saw Mitsuhiko Kimura come in, her crescent eyes suddenly lit up. She took a closer look at his clothes with joy and found that he was wearing a high-end suit with a gold-plated badge with the word "eight" on his left chest. She quickly rushed up and straightened him.
He bowed and shouted: "Welcome, please sit here."
He really managed to trick someone so quickly. Judging by his badge, this guy is an employee of Nagoya Union Bank. Although he cannot be a cadre at his age, but in terms of the income of this kind of person, he is a standard fat sheep.
The situation in Japan is different from that in China. Large banks are a gathering place for real elites, not for students from non-prestigious schools. The income of civil servants at the same level is enough for these people to receive subsidies - after all, large banks are the core of the trinity strategy of Japanese consortiums.
Kimura Mitsuhiko is only twenty-six or seventeen years old, but he has a very calm personality and looks like an elite white-collar worker. He was not surprised when he suddenly saw a carrot head rushing towards him. Instead, he lowered his head slightly and followed him to sit down in front of the kitchen counter. Then he turned around and looked at the entire izakaya, and found that the decoration here was very tasteless, with a remnant of the Showa era. It was probably a place where ordinary company employees would drink two glasses of bad wine and scold their bosses after get off work.
He slightly regretted entering such a shop. He looked up at the chef again and frowned slightly - the general in this shop was too young, right? This could no longer be explained by his tender face.
Fuyumi was very polite. It has been more than two years since Chunweiwu opened the store. I have never seen many high-end fat sheep like this. She was very attentive now. She first gave a hot towel and then barley tea, and then asked very politely.
: "What do guests want to use?"
Mitsuhiko Kimura was an ordinary college student before he entered a big bank. He was no stranger to this kind of izakaya. He casually glanced at the food signs hanging on the wall and was shocked to find that this shop looked ordinary, but it was really good at robbing people. Just looking at these
The prices of the dishes are not much inferior to those of famous traditional restaurants.
But he didn't mind. It was not as expensive as opening a bottle of champagne in a high-end club. He just rubbed his nose - the strange aroma became stronger after entering the place - and casually said: "Have a helping of the stew at the door.
, I want another glass of draft beer, and the rest will be decided by... the general!"
Kitahara Shuji is too young, and his voice is not easy to pronounce.
Fuyumi nodded and said: "Yes, guest! A cup of food, two a la carte drinks and side dishes, and a glass of draft beer!" After placing the order, she walked to the door and stood on the small bench with a long-handled spoon and opened it - three
With a thousand yen in the account, this thing can really be sold!
Kitahara Shuji smiled, took a small bottle of chilled shochu, put it in front of Kimura Mitsuhiko, and said politely: "Mantangfu is more suitable with soyaki. This is a gift from our restaurant. Please use it with caution."
The name "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall" cannot be directly translated. There are many Buddhists in Japan, which can easily cause religious disputes. The monk Kitahara Hideji randomly mentioned "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall" is even more nonsense. It would be embarrassing if a real monk came in, so Fuyumi asked him to take another one.
A classy alias hangs on the wall.
She just wanted to make money and support her younger brothers and sisters, but she didn't want to cause any trouble.
Kitahara Shuji just let her go, casually picking up a festive dish, and when he tasted this dish, it was indeed better paired with a cool braised dish.
Mitsuhiko Kimura didn't expect that this young general was quite particular. He planned to pay a tip later to cover the price of the drinks, so he sat on the single seat in front of the kitchen counter and smiled, saying thank you politely, and then looked at him.
Attracted by the small soup bowl Fuyumi brought, Kitahara Hideji asked: "Can I choose crab roe yaki and sauce tofu as side dishes?"
It's not okay to serve all Chinese dishes. After all, the customer base is foreigners, so we should try our best to respect local customs.
Kimura Mitsuhiko responded absently, focusing entirely on the small bowl of steaming "stew" in front of him. He clasped his hands together, then picked up a spoon and scooped up a piece of scallops. The soup was brown, like
The thick wine is flowing like a stream, not like cooking, but like some precious work of art.
With this stirring, the aroma became even stronger. He couldn't help but swallowed another mouthful of saliva, and then blew it into his mouth. After just chewing, the soup in the scallops came out, and he chewed clearly.
The shell meat is shredded, but salty, fragrant, tender, smooth and fresh all appear one after another, and the layers are clear, mixed but not messy, held together by the aroma of wine, it can be said to be a myriad of flavors.
He couldn't help but pick up the small soup bowl and took a sip of the thick soup. He felt an explosion of taste on his tongue, and a deep sense of pleasure rose in his heart. It seemed that he understood what Haruki Murakami said in an instant.
That kind of "little happiness".
There may be many kinds of happiness, but the bowl of soup in front of you represents the kind of beauty that is fleeting but always in your heart.
As a new employee in the largest bank in the Kanzhong region, Kimura Mitsuhiko is still under great pressure from competition. He is afraid that one day he will make a mistake and be sent to another company as an expatriate, or be kicked out to the countryside, or even be sent.
When he was stationed in the unlucky Southeast Asia, his future was immediately cut off, so he usually frequented high-end clubs, talked to female publicists, drank, and even became addicted to cigarettes. Just to relieve stress, he drank this soup.
, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
He liked this feeling very much. He tasted it carefully and was reluctant to finish it for a while. Kitahara Shuji was rolling crab roe in glutinous rice wrappers. He looked up at him and felt that this guy was quite calm - such a little guy.
The bowl needs to be replaced with snow. I stick my tongue out and roll it in, and it's gone. It has the same effect as the second senior brother eating ginseng fruit.
This guy is a good eater and can be considered a real eater.
He worked more carefully, trying to keep the well-dressed guy in front of him as a regular customer, and people began to enter the Junmi House zero to three, and Fuyumi was pleasantly surprised - many people were going to ara's new style izakaya.
, the store was in full swing during this period, and when she walked to the door and smelled the fragrance, she turned into the pure smell house. Fuyumi even recognized the two "traitor" regular customers who had defected to the opposite side.
Her smile became sweeter and sweeter, and she sharpened the knife repeatedly in her mind, preparing to come in and kill one by one today. She had to cut down these fat sheep.