"When did I start to get my cooking skills wrong?"

Summer, Tokyo.

At the bar where the cicadas were chirping, Xia Yan looked at the lines of words that jumped out in front of him and sighed deeply helplessly.

‘Seasoning-Spicy’ is full of skill.

Can't continue to improve.

After throwing the spatula, Xia Yan said that he had given up the treatment. No matter how he practiced, he added his proficiency to the branch trees of seasoning. His knife skills and heat were stagnant. Now his cooking skills have been extremely deteriorated.

Having said that, one day two months ago, I woke up the system in a daze. Until today, Xia Yan still has many things that I haven't figured out. The most intuitive thing is his personal panel, the functional options in the row below are gray.

He has not gained anything beyond common sense in the past two months. He first opened a basic skill card from a novice gift package, and then practiced and tested with curiosity.

When I realized that my cooking skills were a little wrong, my daily life changed drastically, and it was too late to turn back.

"bite."

Today, after the first branch small skill points were filled, one of the options suddenly changed under the personal panel.

A 5% progress value emerges and the icon begins to shine.

Two square characters are in the icon, revealing vague words.

Seeing that the progress value was slowly crawling, it took more than half a day to fully unlock the visual function option. Xia Yan was not anxious. He took off his apron, cleaned the kitchen, packed the kitchen waste into a bag, and took it to the backyard.

This is Shimocho, Tokyo.

As a classic and old-fashioned "one-household building", there are open spaces in front and behind the house, and the greening is very good. It is the only advantage that can be improved in an old house with many rats and cockroaches.

Xia Yan opened the door and the odor came towards him.

A few black and gray birds flew up not far from him, slowly and without panic.

"You two-way, you... If you don't commit suicide, you won't die. Don't force me!"

These birds are crows.

The flood of Tokyo crows is a model of peaceful coexistence between humans and animals from the audience outside the island. It is quite easy for public officials to find an entry point to advocate and write environmentally friendly jokes about neon people and crows.

However, in Xia Yan's opinion, the crow, which is no different from the habits of wild cats and wild dogs, is a complete troublemaker.

The garbage piled in the corner of the yard is spoiled and rotten due to the hot weather.

The crow pounded and slapped the hole in the bag, and the fish bones and the corners of the meat sprinkled all over the floor. The scene of the whole house was not too beautiful. Now Xia Yan was covering his mouth and nose tightly, and he was annoyed that the smell was hard to resist. He could only spread his anger on the troublemaker, grabbed the broom and slashed it over:

"If it weren't for the fear of death that it was too earth-shaking and the animal protection organization blocked the door, I really wanted you to lose your descendants!"

The driven crow was still not panicked, and flew to the roof slowly, with black eyes straight and staring at people.

The crow disease is not just a saying, and the Tokyo government is troubled by it.

"Oh, a smart and vengeful creature."

"I'm used to birds flying and splashing doors, but I'm afraid I'm thinking about it. In short, remember to close the doors and windows and not be stolen by crows."

Xia Yan sighed, put down his broom, and lowered his head to sort out the garbage.

Bags that are pecked out of the hole by crows must be replaced or set up one more layer. As for those kitchen waste that emits a difficult smell, they must be handled with caution.

Xia Yan also shouted that he had enough of Neon's garbage recycling system.

Kitchen waste is divided into combustible waste.

But not all kitchen garbage can be thrown away like this. Just pick those empty bottles and use clean seasoning bottles to say that they have to be specially sorted and collected into piles, waiting for the date of recycling the bottles.

So, just forget about the fixed-point, what the hell is regular recycling?

The kitchen waste that was collected on Monday in the "Moon Day" yesterday has already smelled foul on high temperature summer, but it will take another two days, that is, on Wednesday in the "Water Day", it is the time for residents to throw combustible garbage at fixed locations.

Thinking about this pile of foul smells, it will be piled up in the yard for two days, and the crows are harassing each other from time to time.

Xia Yan looked at the blue sky in Tokyo, and his face was filled with despair: "I can go to the god of people and nature! Get out!"

At this time, a greeting "Is anyone here?" came from the restaurant's store. Xia Yan could only glar fiercely at the group of crows hovering nearby. If he made up his mind to do it again, he would use the taboos that Tokyo's policy of retreating from crows, well, the method of severing sons and grandchildren.

Neon people believe that crows are the incarnation of the Yata bird, but Xia Yan never believes in these gods and ghosts.

...

Storefront.

The shops in the old house are not spacious. The bar counter on the inner side takes up one-third of the area. Then put a few tables and chairs on it, and the space seems to be more crowded.

With several single dining rooms at the bar, there are only a dozen people available for meals in the store at the same time. Chinese people call this fly restaurant, and neon people should regard it as a shop like izakaya.

"I'm disturbed, please give me a 'refilled meat'!"

The uncle in blue work clothes sat straight on the bar, looked up at the menu board for most of the day and found that it was all Sichuan cuisine.

What spicy chicken, double-cooked pork and mapo tofu.

All the words "fixed food" are marked, which can be understood as a set meal, each serving is 850 yen.

One meal, one soup, one dish.

Usually there is also a small dish of salt, such as seaweed and pickled radish.

The uncle raised his hand and shook, "By the way, don't have soup, give me a large ice beer!"

He took off the work-wearing cap on his head and breathed heavily.

Xia Yan recognized his uniform and was in charge of the staff of a garbage recycling and cleaning company in this street.

Unfortunately, this company has a dark background.

To put it bluntly, it is a gangster who has transferred his career.

Neon's aging society involves all aspects, and the black society cannot break free from the torrent. The clear-headed big shot has long been successfully whitewashed and transformed into a well-known builder and flowed into some strange industries. For example, recently, there have been news reports that a certain gangster has opened a milk tea shop and became an internet celebrity store, and the business is booming.

I served ice beer and was thinking that the uncle had a story and we couldn't afford to offend him, but I suddenly heard the uncle say, "Oh, don't put the spicy meat on the pot, I can't eat spicy food."

Xia Yan said with a straight face: "There are three standards for spicy food in our store: slightly spicy, ordinary spicy and heavy spicy. If you can't eat spicy food, I suggest you choose slightly spicy food."

"And, the double-cooked meat is Sichuan cuisine. It cannot be without spicy or spicy...."

The uncle knocked the beer glass on the bar table and waved his hand and louder his voice: "No way to play, I'm so annoyed, don't you understand? I said I won't eat spicy food!"

Xia Yan sighed in his heart.

In fact, he encountered many similar conversations when opening a store.

It’s not that Neon people have a light taste, but that most of them cannot eat spicy food.

At least, the "slightly spicy" for Chinese people may be the heavy mouth that Neon people can't bear.

Faced with the demands of not spicy taste, it is also a Sichuan dish.

Xia Yan spread his hands very simply: "I'm sorry, there is no Shuchuan cuisine in our restaurant that is not spicy."

The Scarface uncle slapped the table in anger: "Just do it!"

"Then you do it."

The non-spicy ‘re-cooked pork’ is pretty good.

Xia Yan was asked by customers many times, can this "Mapo tofu" be sweeter? Hey, can't be sweeter if you want to use "green pepper shredded pork"?

It’s okay for other dishes, but Sichuan cuisine is really not good.

Besides, the skills and proficiency are all added to "spicy". If you don't make these dishes and change to other dishes, Xia Yan has not practiced his cooking skills at home, and his level will drop sharply.

"I can't do it!"
Chapter completed!