Kazuya didn't care what Akiho thought. Being good at cooking isn't anti-human and others can't find anything particularly strange. He just smiled to her, "If you're interested in it, I can teach you later."
Akiho was surprised, but at the same time she couldn't help but feel moved. She said half-believingly, "Are you willing to teach me?"
"What's wrong with this?" Kazuya said. On the contrary, he hoped that she could stand on her own as soon as possible. He had no intention of being a cook for the rest of his life. If Akiho could take over, he would hand over this store to Akiho. The Sakura family could continue to have income and the children would be able to After receiving education. He would be considered successful and retired.
It is better to teach people how to fish than to give them fish. But now was not a good time to go to class. Kazuya drained the water from the tofu and mixed the sauce and lemon juice, then leaned forward and placed it in front of Yutaka. "Guest, your sauce tofu, please taste it."
The only good thing about the single seat in front of the kitchen counter is that the chef can serve the food directly to avoid Haruka and the others running around.
Just after Yutaka finished tasting a cup of Buddha jumps over the wall, he raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head and thanked him with a very polite expression. He was still immersed in the happiness brought about by this dish.
It was an unprecedented taste enjoyment, a warm feeling from deep within and a comfort that satisfied both body and mind. He was not someone who has never seen the world, but to be honest, he has never had such an extraordinary experience from food in all his life.
He looked at the sauced tofu and saw two "white roses" that were lifelike, with distinct petals and slender stamens. For a moment, he couldn't bear to use his chopsticks.
This shop is so particular, even the side dishes are so meticulous, which is not inferior to some century-old famous store, and it's not far from the company. Why haven't I heard of it before?
He looked at it again and again and felt that this plate of tofu roses was perfect. He couldn't bear to ruin it and also missed the satisfying feeling of eating Buddha jumps over the wall just now. He hesitated and asked: "Can I order another one what I ate just now?"
He instinctively felt that this store was very special. He had excellent personal cultivation and a very respectful attitude. He was worried about the traditions of this store, such as the special stew that each person could only order once. The more delicious the restaurant, the more it has many rules because they pay attention to tradition, and are afraid of ruining their reputation.
But he was worried in vain. A chef like Kazuya, who was improved his skills by some strange ways and wanted to earn money, didn't set so many restristions. If the person in front of him can afford the price, let alone ordering another portion, he can sell all the jar.
He greeted to Haruka and said: "The guest wants another cup of House full of happiness." After saying that, he placed the fried crab roe roll on the table.
A diner heard this and also raised his hand: "Please give me another one too!" He had it in one bite and ate into stomach before he could taste the whole flavor. He felt regretful, but could only order one more.
Yutaka looked back and ignored that person. He turned back to see that the crab roe roll was cut into pieces, stacked diagonally in rows and placed on the plate. It was slightly steaming, and there was a white and tender radish next to it. flower.
He took a piece and put it in his mouth, savored it carefully, and was surprised to find that this side dish was even better than others. It seemed that it didn't use crab roe sauce but real crab roe. How can they buy so fresh crab roe in this season?
He looked at the wooden sign hanging on the wall and saw that 699 yen was written on the bottom of the crab roe roll. He felt a little ashamed and thought he had some misunderstandings for it.. It turned out that this restaurant not only had outstanding food, but also had real fresh ingredients, which even was better than other restaurants. It's natural that the dishes are nearly twice as expensive.
The decoration in this store may not be great, but the dishes are perfect. Why do I judge a excellent store by its appearance?
The crab roe in his mouth was very delicious and his tongue is strongly stimulated. Although he was reluctant, Yutaka really wanted to drink a wine. After holding back for a while, he picked up the small pot and took a big sip. The aroma of the wine was suddenly strong and that umami taste seemed to be stronger, reaching straight to the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but show a look of extreme pleasure on his face.
He glanced at Kazuya who was busy behind the kitchen counter, and was convinced by thIS young chef. With this chef's cooking skills, this store has no need to waste time to accumulate reputation. He may have to reserve a seat in advance to eat here in the future.
At this moment, Haruka ran over quickly and presented another cup of Buddha jumps over the wall, with uncontrollable joy on her little face. This thing was selling so well. Some of the people who came in ordered one cups, and some of them had already eaten three cups. She tried her best to suppress the idea of rushing out to increase the priceprice temporarily.
She peeked in front of the door. The aroma wafting from the jar enveloped half of the street. Employees at the new KEC izakaya opposite began to poke their heads around, seeming to have finally taken them seriously to this opponent.
She felt very proud and a sense of pleasure that a great revenge could be avenged. She looked back and saw that there were more and more people in her store, never thinking that she could avenge this revenge one day!
The temptation of Buddha jumps over the wall was much stronger than those simple side dishes to go with wine. Yutaka's mind immediately returned to that small cup and lowered his head to drink the soup again. He hurried and lost the dignity of a elite white-collar worker.
That kind of heart-warming happiness is really addictive. He took a sip of the soup, then went to pick up the crab roe roll, and finally moved his hands on the extremely beautiful carved tofu. He felt that it was refreshing when paired with the lemon juice. Even the simple side dishes made people happy.
He finally knew what food is. It turns out that food is used to convey happiness.
He was eating hard, savoring the happiness that had long since disappeared in the harsh competition in the workplace. But he suddenly heard someone behind him slam the table. He looked back in surpris, and saw a company employee about the same age as himself.
The employee probably didn't work for a good company. Although he was dressed in formal attire, it was obviously a cheap suit from the street. He stood there oblivious to the surprised gazes of other people and drank half a glass of draft beer in one gulp. He yelled: "That's right, I can't let Yuko down anymore!"
Kazuya looked up in shock. Who is Yuko? He took a closer look and found that not only were there no women around him, there were no companions either. He had the impression that he had just come in with a gloomy look alone.
Haruka was also startled, quickly ran over and asked carefully: "Guest, what happened?" At the same time, she gestured to Ayaka and Chika, asking them to be careful as well.
The man placed the empty glass heavily on the table, with an even more determined look on his face. He took out his wallet and a five thousand yen bill and put it on the table, saying repentantly: "I'm a coward. I'm afraid I can't let Yuko be happy and let her down! I'm such a fool. I'm going to find her to confess my love to her now! No, I'm going to propose to her!"
After saying that, he bowed, grabbed his briefcase and ran out like crazy, leaving only a faint "Thank you" in the lingering voice, while Haruka stood in a daze. Was he drunk? But this guy just ordered a cup of Buddha jumps over the wall and a glass of draft beer! Could this also lead to drunkenness? How could such a drunkard have the courage to enter an izakaya?