"OK!"

Yuka Miura agreed happily.

Then, she found the strange look of Aono Suko and Shimada Takashi who were sitting next door. The corners of her raised lips were immediately smoothed, returning to her previous seriousness, and stressed: "I will pay and pay the bill normally!"

This sentence emphasizes personal principles is nothing more than to block the mouths of the two people. She is also afraid of hearing rumors of using power for personal gain, saying that she is eating and drinking in the streets under the name of an inspection and supervision.

"Okay, I'll charge you 850 yen."

Regardless of Aono Suko and Shimada Takashi's resentful eyes, Xia Yan took the coin and change handed over by Yuka Miura.

"Wait for ten minutes!"

He put the coins in the iron box on the inside of the bar, turned around and left the bar.

Aono Sumiko let out a long "ah".

"Xia Yanjun, isn't it a sashimi? Just cut it directly." She also stood up quickly, called the name that only friends had, and chased after her.

Left behind Takashi Shimada and Yuka Miura, looking at each other.

"Hey, your uniform..." Miura Yuka raised her eyebrows.

"Hello, Miss Miura, I Shimada Takashi."

Takashi Shimada did not stand up and bow like a minion.

After all, he was the leader of the club and had never seen any scenes before, so even if he knew that this woman was a person like the discipline inspection commission in this neighborhood, he even knew the details of the Miura family behind the woman. Now that he has transformed into a club for garbage recycling and processing companies, he must hold his thighs tightly as a giant dog-licking man.

"Takashi Shimada?"

Yuka Miura frowned and paused for a few seconds before saying with a strange expression and a tentative tone:

"I seem to have seen this name in a real-name complaint letter."

"No! I don't!"

Takashi Shimada waved his hand in a hurry and immediately turned his head to look at the corridor, as if he was worried about the chef in the warehouse on the other end of the corridor. When the manager heard it, he argued fiercely: "It's definitely a duplicate name, that's not me!"

Yuka Miura laughed and said, "Is that true?"

Ingredients are stored in the house.

Aono Suko saw Xia Yan searching for some sealed bucket boxes and bags, "What are you looking for?"

"Finally found!"

Xia Yan touched a big bag, opened his sniff, and said satisfied: "It's well preserved."

"Help me carry it."

Aono Suko was confused and had a bag stuffed in her arms. She saw Xia Yan turn around and find two sealed bags from the cardboard box next to the shelf.

So, all three bags were opened, and Xia Yan each grabbed a handful of granular ingredients.

The two returned to the store.

“What are these?”

When the guest saw Xia Yan put a bowl next to the stove.

In the bowl, there are 3 different colors of particles, and they are mixed.

"It's Kasuko!" Aono Sumiko returned to her seat and explained to Takashi Shimada, and then cast an envious and worried look at Yuka Miura in another location.

This look made Yuka Miura feel inexplicable.

I envy her for understanding, because this young girl just now strongly protested to the store manager that she hadn't eaten enough.

Worry...

In food stores and cooking houses, this kind of mood is so strange.

The man working at the bar is not a witch, but is cooking poisonous soup with black bubbles.

"Wait!"

The stir-frying sound attracted the attention of the three guests in front of the bar.

The 3-colored peppercorns were thrown directly into a pan and fryed, and the stir-frying pan and the lubricated grease were missing.

As a result, it took 5 minutes to fry a bowl of peppercorns. Miura Yuka looked down at her watch from time to time, and finally had to remind her: "I'm short of time and there are still many streets to inspect."

"I agreed that ten minutes are ten minutes, just wait a little longer!"

Soon, the fried peppercorns were thrown into the cooking machine and crushed and grinded.

This step takes two minutes.

It caught fire again, but this time it was much more normal to stir-fry. Xia Yan first added oil and stir-fryed minced garlic, then spooned from a hot sauce bottle, dug a few tablespoons of bean paste and put it in and stir-fry it together.

“Familiar spicy sauce, familiar taste.”

When Miura Yuka heard the girl's heartfelt speech, she glanced over and found that the girl and the work clothes were sitting upright in the position, with details of saliva at the throat.

At the same time, the spicy smell that spread out made Yuka Miura's smooth forehead start to sweat.

I didn't plan to fry until it was very dry, nor did I add broth or anything else.

At the end of the end, add a bowl of mixed pepper powder and stir-fry.

"clang!"

"Finish!"

He moved a large bowl of spicy sauce with a strong and spicy flavor to the bar in front of Yuka Miura, and Xia Yan placed a clean and unused sashimi next to the spicy sauce bowl.

After cutting, cut a piece of 'cod white sieve' and placed it on the sashimi plate.

"Please use it, Miss Miura." Xia Yan said.

Yuka Miura covered her mouth and nose, and then said with difficulty for a while: "Is this the dark food you plan to make?!"

"You understand it as 'dark cuisine'. Anyway, this is the main dish in my store, and I don't plan to give up the style of marijuana and spicy food in the future. At most, reduce the proportion of these dishes and enrich the menu."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce protest voice echoed in the store:

"Shop Manager Xia, you are so partial!!"

Aono Sumiko, whose nickname changes with her mood, changes between "Shanghai Manager" and "Xia Yanjun", has her eyes full of discrimination and prejudice: "Although she is an old customer, she just used a thin soy sauce to dispel us at will!"

Takashi Shimada actually protested with the little girl:

"Yes, yes."

"It's all 850 yen sashimi plates. Why is she a time-consuming and labor-consuming 'Mapo sauce', but ours is a small dish of soy sauce..."

Xia Yan hugged his arms with both hands: "It's the same price, but it depends on your mood. You can choose not to eat it."

Yuka Miura looked at it silently and suddenly picked up the chopsticks.

Oh!

The moment when the "cod white squid" held by the chopsticks and the red mapo sauce in the bowl came into contact with the moment.

The organs removed from the cod's body, the tissues that had lost their breath of life, actually felt a slight trembling. I don't know if it was Yuka Miura's hands trembling or this piece of white squash, who was resurrected because of the hot Mapo sauce.

The sunset casts a large sunset into the store.

Just so happened that there was a row of chairs in front of the bar, just in the area where the sunset was falling.

The "white zi" drowned in the Mapo sauce bowl was originally snow-white and delicate, and gradually dyed with red oil.

The sunset just gave Baizi and Mapo Jiang a layer of sacred luster.

In an instant, it was like a magic light of resurrection. Miura Yuka let out a first sound, her eyes widened, and then Aono Suko and Shimada Takashi also wiped their eyes.

In their vision, there was a vague picture of cod emerging from the sky, as if they saw the shadow of fish leaping deep in the ice ocean!

Guru~

The girl and the uncle, without a moment, stared at Yuka Miura eating this piece of white squat.

Her face was sweating like rain.

Delicate and delicious.

Mixed with 3 kinds of peppercorns to create a spicy food with special bean paste.

The incredible "texture" was crazily impacting Yuka Miura's body and mind. She wanted to scream, it was so exciting, and she felt like she was falling infinitely in a hot and hot intestine, sliding down infinitely, just when she was confused and didn't know when she could stop.

"Um!"

The white seeds melted and swallowed with the sauce.

"How about it, my 'three peppers and cod white sap' is OK, right?"

Yuka Miura raised her head and stared at the smiling chef in a daze. After a long time, she asked in a question with uncertainty: "This is the 'dark cuisine' that was complained by the customer?!"

"right!"

...

At the same time, the world of food and halberds.

It was renamed as the headquarters of the "Dark Cuisine Friends Club" club, a special cuisine room.

When I was practicing a recipe for a long time, I suddenly sneeze, "Baga, who is scolding me behind my back?"
Chapter completed!