Xia Yan was inexplicably a little nervous.

It’s not that he is so panicked to deal with the guests. In the past two months, he has developed a perseverance mentality through bad reviews and bad reviews.

He was panicked, and the "Flower Knife" seemed to be a passive person.

What to do if you can't control yourself!

"Calm down, even the form of 'passive talent' should not be triggered anytime and anywhere. There must be a mechanism. Can I apply my understanding of "spicy specialization" to the advancement of sword skills..."

There are two necessary conditions for the mechanism of spicy specialty triggering:

First, concentration and concentration.

Second, at least the spicy flavor is present in the ingredients of the dish. The narrow range is chili pepper. In a broad sense, the scope is expanded to pepper and all seasoned spicy sauces.

"I think these talented skills have one thing in common, and they have very high requirements for mental state!"

Xia Yan held the knife, looked at the ham that had been cut, and then glanced at the complete cucumber next to him, and seemed eager to try: "Try it?"

He does not allow his own kitchen to have unstable and uncontrollable factors.

Moreover, this uncontrollable thing is himself.

This is very serious.

"I can't even get the first sword skill level and can't digest it. In the future, the talent tree will spread, start a few, and have more than a dozen sword skill skills. Then, wouldn't I be confused and stupid when I first started cutting vegetables? If I eat a halberd, I will definitely lose!"

Xia Yan tried to use it with one mind, only focusing about half of his attention on cutting cucumbers, and his other half deliberately dispersed to think about some messy trivial matters in life.

Takashi Shimada was stunned.

When cutting ham, the chef shows off his skills, but the next moment, it is like decelerating the video infinitely, applying a negative state to slow down. One knife at a time, the movements are very slow, and the expression is very cautious as if facing a great enemy.

This is a sudden change in the style of painting!

It took several minutes for a cucumber. Xia Yan put the wok on the stove and poured oil to heat the pan before he quickly wiped the sweat with a towel.

"Uncle, something happened. Wait for two more minutes for the fried rice you ordered to get ready soon."

Takashi Shimada wanted to speak but stopped.

“Wait…”

Soon, it was the fried rice process that Shimada Takashi was familiar with. He repeatedly confirmed that the things he observed did not exceed his understanding. His heart, which had been hanging tightly since he entered the store, was about to fall back.

Suddenly, I heard the crisp female voice and said in surprise: "Strange, I smelled a burnt smell. Uncle, have you noticed it?"

Burnt smell?

Shimada Takashi was stunned.

There was a strange smell that he had subconsciously ignored, because the smell gave him a sense of safety and harmlessness. Shimada Takashi pondered slightly, and a light suddenly flashed in his mind. Oh, isn't this the smell that I often smelled when I was taking a bath in money soup before?

In the old Tokyo, there were many Qian Tangs. Takashi Shimada missed the Qian Tang buildings that were demolished more than ten years ago near his home. Speaking of Qian Tang, he has a lot of memories. Even if he was addicted to the bright lights and wine, he went home very late, but whenever he felt tired, he would always take a set of men's yukata, wear wooden clogs and run to Qian Tang without hesitation.

He likes to soak in the bath, freely and let go of his own ease.

Sometimes, I smell the smell of soap and the smell of floating in the restaurant now, and I unknowingly closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Thinking of it, a chimney that was more than ten or twenty meters high appeared in my mind.

"It's the smell of firewood!"

Takashi Shimada sighed that the old soup is basically made of firewood, which is to control operating costs. If only gas is used, a lot of soup will go bankrupt within a few months.

"I've been waiting for a long time, this is your 'spicy fried rice'."

At this time, a tray was pushed in front of him, and Takashi Shimada came to his senses and looked at the steaming fried rice, and a bowl of soup was served next to it.

He picked up the chopsticks and put his hands together: "Thank you, then I'll start."

Rice is delivered into your mouth.

hot!

I couldn't help but drink a few sips of the soup to relieve it, but this time Takashi Shimada was surprisingly quiet. He neither complained about the spicyness of the "spicy fried rice" that would never stop, nor swallowed the rice balls. Instead, he chewed them over and over again, tasted them carefully, and then his tight face relaxed inexplicably, and his expression began to write a comfortable and sleepy smell.

He seemed to be sleeping in his seat.

Seeing this, Xia Yan secretly slapped his thigh and reviewed himself: "Damn, this order is going to be yellow. Is it because I don't put the amount of 'special bean paste' to death?"

He was worried that there would be a problem with the "dark index", and he was even more afraid that customers would like to give him a good review and he would lose money.

A voice said weakly: "Shopkeeper Xia, why does it smell like firewood in your store?"

Aoye Sumiko's chin was pillowing and her eyes were fixed. She looked at her little eyes, which made Xia Yan feel excited. He seemed to see the luminous and radiant self in his delicate pupils.

In fact, it doesn’t take Aono Suko to say that when she turned off the stove valve and finished cooking, Xia Yan had already discovered it.

Moreover, he probably knew where the culprit was.

"I accidentally got into it again, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Thank you for the hospitality."

Ten minutes later, Takashi Shimada put down his chopsticks and drank all the beer and soup. He thanked him very seriously.

Aono Suko looked at the neighbor next door and clasped her hands with a smile.

Thank you for the hospitality*2.

"How is it? Are you still satisfied with the new dish?" Xia Yan asked deliberately.

Aono Suko didn't think about it, and she had a very tacit look at the person at the bar, and said loudly: "I'll give a bad review!"

Xia Yan gave a thumbs up in response, and his smile looked like the chef and store manager who had just received a bad review from a customer.

Takashi Shimada: "…"

"Uncle, where are you?" Xia Yan glanced over.

"I, I'll give it to you..."

Suddenly, the words stopped.

Takashi Shimada felt a chill in his neck, as if he had fallen into a slaughterhouse, and the fierce look of a pig-killer shot from the bar.

“Bad review!”

A snap of your finger: "Welcome to come often."

Takashi Shimada carefully put the banknotes to pay, then stood up and walked to the door, stood there for a while, his eyes were in Shimocho, looking for something in the blue sky of Tokyo: "Where can you see a chimney that is more than ten or twenty meters high..."

"Suddenly I wanted to take a bath in Lao Qiantang."

...

After seeing off the guests, Xia Yan prepared to wash the meal and wipe the table.

"Shop Manager Xia, leave it to me"

Aono Suko volunteered and quickly walked around the bar door.

"I refuse." Xia Yan raised his hand to stop him.

"Well! Why is this happening!"

Aono Suko looked unhappy and wrote her emotions on her face.

"Don't you really don't think about it?" He sat back at the bar and watched Xia Yan clean up the kitchen and turn on the faucet to do his own work. Aono Suko carefully said in a negotiated tone, "Just ask you to hire a clerk, I can do it. The hourly salary for part-time jobs is less than 1,000 yuan, I'm really cheap."

Hearing this, Xia Yan put on gloves, stopped washing dishes, turned around and said, "Shunzijiang, read to me in a sweet tone, welcome back."

Aono Sumiko subconsciously repeated the reading.

"Look."

Xia Yan praised: "Your appearance, voice, and overall conditions are a pity. It's a pity not to go to a high-end maid cafe, so don't say that you are cheap."

"But I just want to work at Store Manager Xia!"

"What's the reason?"

Put the tableware on a stainless steel rack and dry it first. Xia Yan took off his gloves, packed the kitchen waste and put it into a bag, and walked to the backyard.

"You can eat the new dish from Manager Xia as soon as possible!" Aono Sumiko chased her closely.

She observed Xia Yan's side face without any expression or fluctuation when he piled up the garbage, and added: "Also, this place is very close to the apartment I live in."

Following the direction the girl pointed, Xia Yan raised his head and saw a very high apartment building on the other side of the canal, not far from the overpass of the river.

"How do I remember that the house prices there are very high and the rent is very expensive?" Xia Yan couldn't help but complain.

It's just a river.

On the other side of the river, the old street in Shimachi on this end is really not the same style.

"It's very expensive, but I can clearly see Tokyo Sky Tower in my study with a full glass structure. The scenery is very good." Aono Sumiko said, "The key is to use a telescope to see Shimamachi..."

The girl suddenly closed her mouth.

Xia Yan had a headache, "So you work to pay high rent?"

"No, that house is an industry under my mother's name. Didn't I tell you? Manager Xia, I am a vtube, a virtual anchor. I was often disturbed by my dad when I was broadcasting live at my original home, and I was always under surveillance. I didn't like it, so I moved out..."

"stop!"

Xia Yan's "white, rich and beautiful" character is becoming more and more complete, "Where did you live in the past?"

"Shibuya Matsuta."

Very good, Tokyo's traditional celebrity and rich area.

The identification is completed.
Chapter completed!