The crowd surrounded the fat man.

"How about we exchange positions?"

The second place in the team were several high school students. One of the blonde boys squeezed to the fat man, took out his wallet and stuffed a banknote worth 5,000 yuan into his hand.

"No, no change!" The fat man felt sweat on his forehead and stuffed the banknotes to the blonde boy again.

"Are you missing?"

The blonde boy gritted his teeth and this time he pulled out a large bill of ten thousand yuan in denominations. His two companions were frightened.

The young man with a neutral appearance said in a confused manner: "Jizhu, is it a little more than 10,000 yen? You can go to the store to order three dishes!"

The boy with brown-haired glasses thought, "On average, meat dishes are 3,500 yen. It's okay to order three dishes for ten thousand yen. However, the staff member just said that the first one had a thanksgiving dish... The price is hard to measure. As long as it is not a sweet dish, it's quite cost-effective to eat a special dish for this ten thousand yen."

"I said I won't change the location! I won't change the amount of money!" The fat man noticed more naked gazes around him, and couldn't help but raise his head with a firm expression.

“…”

Anyway, there were always queues, and the crowd did not disperse immediately. They continued to surround the little fat man, softly grinding and hard.

Small shop backyard.

An Yilun and Eri Sawamura were placed in the teahouse where the old man often sat by Xia Yu. They held the hot tea that Xia Yu had just made. The hot cup told them that this was not a dream.

The teahouse was very simple, so I set up a shed in the yard corridor, where a low tea table was placed.

Xia Yu came down from the second floor, took a cushion ball in his hand, placed it outside the teahouse and sat on it.

"Hello, let me introduce myself to you. Actually, I am the manager of this store..."

Before he finished speaking, Hideri Sawamura exclaimed.

An Yilun was also much calmer. He obviously guessed something through Xia Yu's name, but the second half of Xia Yu's words still shocked him.

"I am also the chef of this store."

"Master, chef?"

Sawamura Eri tasted the mouth and pointed at Xia Yu and was dumbfounded.

After a while, she suddenly asked, "...Are you Yuanyue's student?"

"Why do you ask that?" Xia Yu raised his eyebrows.

"You... seem to be about the same age as us." Hideri Sawamura fiddled with her ponytail, hiding her thoughts. She thought of the god-tongued Erina Nakiri, that arrogant woman seemed to be quite hostile to this store. Could it be because of this young man?

The more I think about it, the more curious I become.

Hideri Sawamura knows the reputation of Erina Nakiri. She has the "Talk of God". She is the youngest member of the ten best in the Aoyue generation. She has a great reputation in the neon food industry. She is praised by many seniors as the genius who is most likely to become a super chef in the next ten years.

Therefore, only genius chefs of the same age and level can do it, right?

An Yilun didn't have that much thought. Now his mind was full of food, and Chinese cuisine with all its colors, fragrance and flavor seemed to float past his eyes, and his saliva could not stop secreting.

He looked at Xia Yu with excitement and admiration, "Are you really the chef of this store?"

Because of the widespread reputation in the ACG circle, An Yilun actually regards Xia's Chinese Cuisine Store as a two-dimensional restaurant.

"If you want to change it."

"What kind of dishes do you want to eat, I can make them for you now." Xia Yu smiled, "This is also a thanks to the banquet. It's thanks to your publicity, otherwise our shop business wouldn't be so popular."

"ah……"

An Yilun and Eri Sawamura were also surprised.

It's fine for An Yilun. His identity as a well-known ACG blogger is not a secret among his friends. However, outsiders have no way of knowing the identity of Eiri Sawamura's 18-forbidden female artist, except for his family and a limited number of friends or two, it is impossible for outsiders to know.

"You misunderstood... I did nothing!" Hideri Sawamura waved his hand immediately, his face as red as an apple.

Xia Yu couldn't refuse and said with a smile: "You'd better order the dishes first. When the shop opens later, I may not have time to cook a sumptuous banquet for you."

Hideri Sawamura said, "We don't know what to eat!"

An Yilun also stared at Xia Yu and didn't say anything.

"Then I will play my own way. Can you two eat six dishes?" Xia Yu asked. Seeing An Yilun and Sawamura nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, she couldn't help but smile and get up and leave.

In about an hour, six steaming dishes were filled with short dishes.

“Please enjoy—”

Xia Yu did not come out in the kitchen, and Maki Morita replaced him, served the dishes one by one, and carefully handed them a bowl of rice to them.

Gulu.

As soon as Morita Maki left, Eiri Sawamura changed her ladylike reserve, wiped her saliva, quickly picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up several kinds of vegetables into the rice bowl, mixed with rice, and put them into her mouth with big mouthfuls. When she chewed, her happy moan immediately came from the teahouse, "It's really delicious! It's even better than last time!"

An Yilun is also eating voraciously.

Among the six dishes, three of them are fried Qingjiang cuisine, magical Mapo tofu and hibiscus crab eggs!

Three shiny dishes, and the same table.

This is the feast that Anya and Mu Xiaoyue, who have boarded the plane and returned to China, are eager for even dreams. And An Yilun and Eri Sawamura, who are feasting, may not know the price of these dishes for sale in Xia Yu's mind.

Each plate is 100,000 yen.

Don't do anything less.

...

"Have you brought all the dishes?"

Xia Yu was cleaning the spatula in the kitchen and glanced at Maki Morita who was standing at the door.

"Well, they were having a great time eating." Morita Maki replied with a smile, standing quietly watching Natsuyu busy. Miyoko Hojo also changed into a white chef's clothes and processed the ingredients in front of the kitchen counter. The sound of the knives and chopping boards colliding, forming a wonderful cooking melody.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Suddenly, a loud bell ringing sound came from the antique wall clock in the store.

It's six o'clock in the afternoon.

This time, without Xia Yu's instructions, Morita Maki walked around the kitchen and walked towards the front desk to receive the crowd rushing in from the store.

Because he often helps his family with pastry houses, Maki Morita has rich service experience, a quiet face and a faint and kind smile, and receives guests in an orderly manner.

At the same time, the orders with the names of the dishes were handed into the kitchen, and Xia Yu finally stopped looking at the dishes by himself.

Miyoko Hojo was holding a list and walking back and forth between inside and outside the kitchen, looking for ingredients and cutting vegetables. At the same time, there were too many people ordering food, and when she was too busy, Natsuyu would ask her to help look at another wok.

"Miyoko, put the clean fish in and fry for 30 seconds, not even one more second!"

"Give me the chopped pork diced!"

"Help look at the casserole, hear the sound of wailing, and the fire will be stopped in five minutes..."

Natsuki skillfully directed Miyoko Hojo.
Chapter completed!