Chapter 2 Chinese are actually monsters, aren't they?
After Mayumi left, there was almost no one in the store. It was almost dinner time. Who would come to sit in the cafe except the rebellious teenager.
So, Xia Zhi seized the opportunity, quickly walked into the workroom, took out the iron pot and other kitchen supplies from the cabinet, went to the counter where the water was boiled, and set up the pot. Clearing out a small space, Xia Zhi put the chopping board on
He went up and took out a few potatoes, a few radishes, some green onions, a bunch of seasonings, etc. from under the counter.
Two months ago, the store manager Liu Xiazhi didn't say a word during the meal in the store. He stared at the store manager busy for more than 20 minutes. When he saw the store manager packing things skillfully, he knew that this
The coffee shop is not reliable at all.
As the saying goes, the one who approaches the ink is the one who makes the mistake. Xia Zhi has also become an expert at cooking at the counter of the coffee shop. Although he can only cook simple things.
"Hey, is Xia Zhijun cooking here today?"
Someone among the guests heard this, and the person who could ask this question was obviously a regular customer.
"The store manager went to Miss Les Mills's concert again, so I made it myself today."
"Xia Zhijun, please make me some curry."
"I'm sorry that my skills are not good enough to make curry. There are no ingredients for instant curry now."
"Really? It's such a pity." The guest said regretfully.
Xia Zhi opened the refrigerator and took a look. There were five eggs.
"Uncle Nakamura, there are five eggs in the refrigerator. Do you want to fry them?"
"Really? You're lucky today. Give me one. Xia Zhijun's omelette is delicious."
"Well, there's something wrong with selling omelettes in a coffee shop." Xia Zhiwang looked around the store. In addition to Uncle Nakamura, there were two girls who looked like junior high school students chatting at a table.
"Two beautiful ladies, do you want some fried eggs?" Xia Zhi shouted, and the two junior high school girls turned around and saw Xia Zhi greeting them.
"Ah, Senior Xia Zhi, are you cooking today?"
"I heard you! I want one too! Does Jasmine want one?"
"Yes. Senior Xia Zhi, I'm sorry to bother you."
Xia Zhi waved his hand to show that he understood, then set up a pan, poured some oil, turned on the heat, and when he saw that it was almost done, he picked up an egg, knocked it on the table, and poured the egg into the pan with one hand.
, the technique is very skillful, obviously he has fried eggs a lot.
The aroma spread, and the small coffee shop was filled with aroma. The three customers, as customers, were eagerly waiting for Xia Zhi to bring the omelette.
It was different now than when it was open. Xia Zhi held three plates with fried eggs in both hands and sent them to the three of them.
"After eating it many times, I still think Xia Zhijun's omelette is delicious. My girlfriend will be very happy."
Uncle Nakamura teased Xia Zhi.
"Yes, if I have a girlfriend." Xia Zhi replied nonchalantly.
The two junior high school girls thanked them happily. Xia Zhi returned to the counter to prepare the meal. It was called meal, but in fact it was just a mix of fried rice. It used the leftover rice from the curry made by the store manager last night, which was barely enough for one person.
Bar.
What was given to the three of them was actually just an omelette, which was finished in less than three minutes. Uncle Nakamura came to the counter to pay.
"Xia Zhijun, how much does it cost?"
"Ah, three hundred yen is enough for coffee."
"Hey, where are the fried eggs?"
"The store manager will kill me if he knows I charge money for frying eggs." Xia Zhi said half-jokingly.
Omelette is no better than a staple food such as curry. It doesn't matter if you charge or not. Anyway, there are not many people in this store. The manager occasionally cooks something for customers to try, most of which are half price, such as curry, but some are cheaper.
He doesn't charge for small cakes, fried eggs, etc.
"The store manager is really... let's forget it this time. Help me say thank you to the store manager." Uncle Nakamura left with a satisfied smile.
Uncle Nakamura is an office worker. He is usually very busy. He occasionally comes to the coffee shop to sit and sit, which is commonly known as a social beast in Japan. Xia Zhi is quite content to be able to let him leave with a smile. Uncle Nakamura can almost be regarded as the owner of this coffee shop.
A steady fan of the coffee shop.
Two junior high school girls also said hello to Xia Zhi at this time.
"Senior Xia Zhi, it's time to settle the bill."
"Well, black tea and cake, total one thousand two hundred and fifty, just one thousand two hundred."
"Here. Senior Xia Zhi, you have to settle your accounts carefully, otherwise you won't be able to find a job in the future." Jasmine handed over one thousand two hundred yen.
Xia Zhi laughed and said, "Then you only give me 1,200 yen."
"Fifty yen is considered as tuition."
"Yes, yes. Come again next time."
Jasmine and Sayuri nodded and walked out of the store. Xia Zhi took out a few coins from his pocket, picked out a fifty yen, and threw it into the cash register. As Jasmine said, having a good relationship is one thing.
, the accounts must be settled clearly.
Looking at the time, it was already six o'clock, and it was about to enter the night business hours. Xia Zhi quickly packed up everything and waited for the arrival of the customers. After five or six customers came one after another, it was already seven o'clock. It was past seven o'clock
About ten minutes later the store door was pushed open again.
"Welcome... Manager, why did you come here?"
It was Daishi Murakami, the manager of the coffee shop Yao, who came here. This manager, who is obsessed with his daughter, hung his daughter’s name on the door as the name of the coffee shop. Xia Zhi once thought that Yao’s name was taken from the name of the coffee shop.
Unexpectedly, the store manager told Xia Zhi with a "how is that possible" expression on his face and said, "I opened this coffee shop here because Xiaoyao was born." Such crazy words.
"Oh, Miss Lemmy's concert was so great, I accidentally got addicted to it, and I haven't come back until now."
Xia Zhi glared at the store manager who said such words shamelessly.
"Ah, Xia Zhijun, please give me a cup of black tea."
Xia Zhi heated up a cup of black tea for him, but this guy actually drank it all in one gulp.
"What's the difference between this and drinking boiled water?"
"Don't worry about these details." The store manager waved his hand.
"Come, tell me about that girl."
"Which one? Oh...you mean Ms. Maeda?"
"Yes, that's her. What do you think?"
Xia Zhi thought carefully and chose words.
"Ms. Maeda is very serious, but she has no work experience and is very nervous. If she wants to be hired, she may need a period of training..."
"Who told you this?" The store manager looked disdainful, "I'm asking you what that girl looks like, is she beautiful?"
"I didn't expect you to be such a person!" Xia Zhi was stunned, "Sister Sayuri is so beautiful, are you willing to mess around outside?"
"Asshole! Where are you thinking!" The store manager patted Xia Zhi on the head, "I want to recruit a beautiful girl to gain popularity! After all, the business of this coffee shop is not very good."
Xia Zhi looked at him suspiciously.
"And don't you have a girlfriend? Take this opportunity to work hard!"
"So this is your real purpose?" Xia Zhi's head was full of black lines, "I have no intention of finding a girlfriend right now."
"Are you going to waste your high school life like this?"
"Where did I waste it!"
"If high school students don't fall in love or find girlfriends, what's the difference between them and salted fish? Don't you have any dreams?"
"Let me tell you. In the eyes of the Chinese, falling in love before you go to college is a very serious matter. The slightest scolding will make you bloody, and the worst will break your legs. Don't even think about using your
They want to corrupt the iron will of our Communist Youth League members with their corrupt ideas!" Xia Zhi said plausibly.
"Haha, it's really the wail of a defeated dog." The store manager countered with ease.
Xia Zhi covered his heart with his right hand, as if it had been pierced by tens of thousands of arrows and became riddled with holes.
"Xiaoyao's mother and I have been together since junior high school." The store manager said with a proud face.
"In China, people like you will be beaten."
"Okay, okay. That's not what we want to discuss. After all, what does Mayumi-chan look like?"
The store manager looked impatient.
"Well, from my aesthetic point of view, she is quite a beautiful girl."
"Your aesthetics are about the same as most people..." The store manager said with a black line on his face, "Then I will decide to hire you. Remember to ask her measurements, phone number, etc. when you come tomorrow."
"...Why do I feel like you are calling me to sexually harass girls?"
"You're talking nonsense! I still have to order work clothes. How can I order them if I don't have my measurements?"
"Do you have your mobile phone number?"
"Haha, do you think I will give it to you?"
Xia Zhi now wanted to pick up a knife and cut this bastard in half.
"Besides, you can help her finish this week starting tomorrow. You have to accumulate some work experience. So it is not unreasonable to say that the girls in Yuhua High School have weaker hands-on skills."
"That's a private aristocratic school. Whoever can study there will lack the money earned from part-time work. People, you have to use your brain often." Xia Zhi sighed.
The store manager glared, "Are you saying that I don't use my brain when I speak and act?"
"No, you heard wrong."
The two chatted first, and more than half an hour passed like this, and it was almost time to get off work at eight o'clock.
"It seems that there are not many guests today. You can go back. I will sort out the rest."
"It won't be long anyway, let's get together."
"Don't you have to go to class tomorrow?"
"When I was in China, I went to bed at 1 a.m. and woke up at 6 a.m. every day. Nothing happened. Why do I still care about such a trivial matter?"
"...You Chinese are all monsters, right?"
"Compared to the high school students here, they are far behind. People with super powers, light novel writers, cartoonists... there is no one who is not a high school student."
"Asshole, don't confuse fiction with reality."
When Xia Zhi came out of the store, it was already 8:20. Xia Zhi’s house is actually a bit far away from here. The apartment he lives in is between the school and the coffee shop. The coffee shop is a little further away. But it’s still more than ten
It can be walked in just a few minutes. The coffee shop is a little further away, purely because of the location, which is a bit roundabout.
While walking, Xia Zhi came to an apartment building that looked to be quite old.
This is a two-story apartment building with a total of six rooms. Except for the room where the landlady lives and the room rented by another guest, only Xia Zhi lives here. He took out the key and opened the door. It was dark.
A faint light came into the painted house, which was the brilliance given by the street lamp.