Aono Sumiko looked stern: "It doesn't mean she loves to eat, she dares to eat and likes to eat!"

"For example, you also have delicacies such as 'live beads', 'folding ear roots', and 'ear bamboo shoot jelly' in China."

"You accept their existence does not mean you should give it a try."

Wow, this girl must have made up for her lessons secretly, and she also knows about living beads, folded ear roots, and earthy bamboo shoots.

This is the truth.

Xia Yan expressed his preference for the existence of these "dark dishes". He didn't mind trying them within the acceptance range, but once they exceeded their psychological limits, he would definitely not touch them.

Sumiko Aoye suddenly exclaimed.

Look at the two boxes of fish white on the bar, and then look at Xia Yan.

Turn your head and look at the menu wall.

"Bang" she slapped the table excitedly, "Is there any major update in the menu in the store? I have never seen ingredients like Yubai in your store in the past!"

Takashi Shimada next to the girl's face was even more tense when he heard this.

Move your butt unnaturally.

It turns out to be mainly spicy and dark Sichuan cuisine.

Now, even the ingredients are not normal. This is the rhythm of heavy punches from the cooking skills and ingredients, two directions, two angles!

“…”

After carefully glanced at Yubai, Takashi Shimada was silent. Compared with another girl who was very good at chatting with his friends, he was like a cannon fodder soldier rushing to the battlefield, with an unprecedented look of nervousness, and examined the every move of the chef Xia Yan at the bar.

I saw Xia Yan clean the kitchen blade and then threw it into the quick freezing compartment of the refrigerator.

So strange!

Takashi Shimada secretly exclaimed in his heart.

This knife is obviously intended to be used to cut "fish white".

But why do you need to throw the refrigerator specifically and freeze it for a while?

If you pursue freshness.

I am very persistent in the taste of ice. The easiest way is to break the ice cubes and place them on the plate. The sashimi is equivalent to having the throne of ice.

"Ah, the waste oil has been overturned." Xia Yan put his hands on his hips and looked at the messy cooking table helplessly.

After a month when the person was gone, the mouse rebelled.

He remembered that before he chose "Shengren's Spirit", he packed the kitchen garbage well.

The used waste oil was specially put into a bottle and left to throw away. However, the waste oil bottle has been knocked over and dropped into the sink, and the bottle cap has been opened.

The point is that almost all waste oil leaked.

The sink was covered with oil and mildew, and another part of the waste oil that disappeared undoubtedly flowed into the sewer pipe.

Seeing this, Xia Yan was secretly worried: "I hope it's not that unlucky. I happened to encounter a major street health inspection, otherwise people like supervisors would have to block the door and pass the fine."

The ingredients, the kitchen knife will sit first.

“It’s enough to wait for 10 minutes.”

Sumiko Aono and Takashi Shimada looked at each other when the chef was going to concentrate on cleaning halfway.

"Nah, don't you prepare other ingredients first?"

As a result, Sumiko Aono raised her hand and asked a question, and received a handsome answer of "only a knife".

“…”

An uncle born in the Showa era and witnessed the great prosperity of neon and the bursting of bubbles.

One is a rich and beautiful girl in Heisei era who has the status of a fashionable vtuber anchor and has a mansion in Shibuya Matsuta.

You look at me, I look at you.

His face was full of confusion.

Even the simplest "fish white sashimi" must be increased and prepared for sashimi dipping sauce.

Sashimi attaches great importance to raw materials, and the ingredients determine the quality of the dishes by more than 70%.

However, if the dipping sauce is excellent enough, it will perfectly fill the remaining 30% gap.

Xia Yan was quick to clean the inside of the bar and quickly cleaned the inside of the bar spotlessly.

The air seemed to be refreshing.

"Ok!"

I saw him open the quick freezer cabinet in the refrigerator straight away, and cold mist suddenly filled with it.

Aono Suko and Shimada Takashi only felt that the cold mist was a bit wonderful, and what was even more amazing was that a blade was slowly taken out of the cabinet by the chef.

A quarter of an hour of refrigeration is obviously not enough to cover the blade with frost or something.

But for no reason, the long blade was held in the hands of the chef.

There seemed to be a cold light flashing in the two of them.

The knife was faintly, as if it had a cool special effect with frost and fog. But Aono Suko and Shimada Takashi looked closely and muttered at the same time, saying that they were dazzled, their seats were already next to each other, and suddenly they looked at each other in shock:

"Did you see it?"

"You saw it too!"

So, the two of them stared at Xia Yan together.

Xia Yan didn't care about them, as if no one was around, and flashed the blade with his fingers, wailing: "What a pity."

"What a pity?!"

Turning his head to meet the scorching gaze of the guest, Xia Yan explained: "This knife has regrets."

Aono Suki, Shimada Takashi: "???"

Xia Yan felt really regretful.

If you use special techniques, you cannot imitate the [Beichen Tianlang Sword]. You should know that this famous weapon is used in "China One" with "Arhat Crystal Slash". One of the two is missing. The unique skills of the dark cuisine industry will definitely not be able to be used to the extreme.

However, the ingredients are just "fish white".

It’s not a native glowing rule recipe like “Fresh Fresh Bream Mountain”.

"We have to think of a way to get the Ice Soul Knife. Anyway, in the Chinese Paradise World, those people in the dark cuisine industry must have clues about the Ice Soul Knife."

Xia Yan moved a wooden chopping board to the bar, and the two boxes of fish were left unmoved.

Just as I was planning to cut fish white under the guest's noses, and make sashimi cuisine from a distance from a bar.

"Dongdong."

"Is the store manager here?"

A mature woman with a majestic and questioning voice knocked on the door and asked, then stepped on the waxed wooden floor with high heels and walked into the store.

This is a professional woman in a black and gray women's suit.

"There are enthusiastic residents who report you and your cooking house, do not comply with the town garbage regulations and discharge waste oil at will."

Xia Yan found that women wore arm covers, and there were armbands on them that said the catering development association of a certain district.

She went straight to the bar and put a leaflet for garbage precautions.

The content is nothing more than describing the area, date, and what garbage can be thrown out. The garbage classification is also summarized very clearly, including the taboos of how to deal with large waste such as bicycles and discarded home appliances.

Hold the grass!

It's really unlucky, I'll choke to death if I drink water.

"I planned to send you a ticket more than ten days ago." The woman took out another invoice with the association's official seal, and the fine was 2,000 yen.

Tema's!

Xia Yan secretly complained about Neon's association and that.

From the day he woke up, this store was obviously under the management of a large number of associations in this area. In addition to the endless strange clubs in the island country, various folk associations are also considered diverse and part of the social ecology.

A work permit was hung on the woman's chest.

Name, Miura Yuka.

As for the title, the sign is a bit reflective, and Xia Yan only vaguely saw the word "director".

The strange gaze from Sumiko Aono and Takashi Shimada made Xia Yan just want to pay the fine as soon as possible to send the person away.

However, Yuka Miura obviously wanted to verbally persuade the store manager who violated the rules, so she occupied the third bar chair and put down the folder under her ribs: "The association has received more than a dozen complaints about your cooking house service in the past six months..."

Xia Yan sighed straightforwardly.

"I said, can you wait and let me cut the sashimi?"

Yuka Miura's eyes flew over his hands, and the blades of some frozen mist were still filled with. Then he looked at the box next to the wooden chopping board and the ingredients inside.

“(°△°)!”

Dada, the knife is very narrow and long, and when cut, it collides with the wooden chopping board, and the sound is very slight and almost inaudible.

moment.

Xia Yan got two small plates of fish white sashimi.

As for the dipping sauce, it was even simpler. I turned around and took out a bottle of soy sauce from the cabinet, poured it out, and got the sauce from two seasoning dishes.
Chapter completed!