Two days passed like this.

Today is Wednesday, Water Day, and it is the day when the streets allow the throwing of garbage. Xia Yan set the alarm clock, got up at 7 o'clock, washed up before 8 o'clock, and took out the garbage that had accumulated for a few days and stinkingly stinking.

Returning to the store is a routine morning cleaning.

Wipe the table and mop the floor.

Especially the kitchen and operating table, because it is open, you must be careful to clean every corner.

Maintaining the tidy kitchen is not that Xia Yan cares about the customers' evaluation of the hygiene of the restaurant, but that hygiene is a thing that is casual and perfunctory, as the owner of the store, he will also feel uncomfortable.

It was originally an old house in Shimachi with many rats and cockroaches. If you have a sloppy living habit, you can find cockroaches making nests when you open the refrigerator in less than a few days.

In addition to dealing with the accumulated kitchen waste, there is another special thing to do today.

I found a wooden sign from the utility room.

There are also brushes and inks. Xia Yan compared the traditional Chinese characters displayed on his mobile phone and wrote them one by one: bean paste and bitter melon.

On the personal panel, the recipe information is displayed as follows:

"Drug Melon with Bean Sauce"

One star.

A sudden whim snack with 'dark traits'.

Index upper limit - mild.

"I didn't expect that my first star-rated recipe was a snack, not an appetizer, a staple food, nor a soup or dessert." Xia Yan hung the wooden sign on the menu wall.

One star is almost the limit of this recipe.

There are many factors that restrict the star rating of a recipe, but the most important reason why a recipe is different from home-cooked and ordinary recipes

Have a soul.

What injects the soul into "Douban Sauce Stuffed Bitter Melon" is undoubtedly the "Extra Beanban Sauce".

"But the theoretical limit of the special material should be above nine stars. I have only exerted one-tenth of the power of ‘Extra Bean Paste’?"

Xia Yan was speechless and helpless.

After all, my cooking skills are a bit terrible, and I am all about spicy specialties. Who knows that in the end, I still feel like a primary school student is trying to get adult-level weapons.

After all, the cooking skills are too terrible.

"Forget it, don't worry about it. Since the recipe record has been successful, it is time to focus 100% on the level of concentration, do it perfectly once, get two skill points after completing the task, and improve the cooking skills of Zhazha."

Perform perfectly, the task's "dark index reaches the [light] requirement" should not be too simple.

The Shimocho Food Street in the morning is as quiet as ever.

When cooking sounds came from a Chinese restaurant.

A girl with a ponytail tied with her ponytail was full of youthful vitality. She passed by several old men and ladies who were practicing slowly in the morning and trotted to the store.

"Shop Manager Xia, oh, oh!" Hear loudly in his lively voice.

"It's Sumiko-chan."

Xia Yan pinched the filling at the bar and watched the girl enter the store with a smile.

He has accumulated a lot of negative reviews in the past two months of business, but at least he has retained some old customers and known each other.

Aono Suko is an old customer who often visits his restaurant. She is only 18 years old this year. She is a female college student. She is a private school she studies. In terms of popularity and world ranking, she should be similar to the Waseda that Xia Yan is familiar with. Anyway, this world line has no Waseda, and there is nothing wrong with describing it as a parallel time and space.

"Hey hey hey"

Just a minute or two after entering the store, Sumiko Aono exclaimed and pointed to the menu wall that had just changed the brand.

"It's different. I remember when I came a few days ago, I didn't have the dish "Douban Sauce Stuffed Bitter Melon".

She is worthy of being a college student in a prestigious university and has a great memory. From this, we can see that Aono Suko is very familiar with the restaurant. She quickly became aware of it with a little change.

Xia Yan smiled and replied: "I'm making this dish."

"That's great!"

Listening to the sound of sitting behind his back, Xia Yan was secretly amused. The girl Aoye Sumiko's taste was strange, otherwise she would not have become a loyal customer of his restaurant, or even as crazy-dead fans.

"How to say the spicyness is several times spicy than other dishes. Are you sure there is no problem with Chengzijiang?" he asked in a familiar tone.

As a result, I heard a long amazement from behind.

There was no slight fear or fear, but was full of curiosity and excitement.

"Only from Manager Xia can you eat such authentic Chinese cuisine." Aono Suko praised.

"Why did Neon people make you weird?"

Xia Yan couldn't help but complain.

"Ah, Manager Xia, this is what you think is stereotyped." Aono Suko poured a glass of water herself and drank it in one breath. Her moist lips were wet. She pursed it, patted her chest and continued with a smile:

"Didn't you also complain about our local 'Harmony's food, for example, most ramen are so salty. In fact, in a sense, we Neon people have hidden heavy tastes."

Upon hearing this, Xia Yan couldn't help but nod.

Although it is unpleasant, it is true that most Japanese dishes are either bland or tasteless or they die of salty.

In the purely ‘Hi’ world, it seems that there are only these two flavors.

"That's why we love Chinese cuisine."

Aono Sumiko said in a natural tone: "Otherwise, why do many Neon people go to the mainland every year to travel to the country of Tianfu, and pursue authentic Chinese food. It can be said that every Neon people have a dream of eating a Chinese cuisine meal."

"To choose 'spicy', it's right that the taste can't be adapted, but it doesn't mean absolute resistance."

Aono Sumiko put her hands together: "Please ask Manager Xia, I really want to have authentic spicy dishes today, so I came here directly after the morning run."

Xia Yan put the plate into the steamer: "It's time to go, this plate is the new dish 'Douban Sauce Stuffed Bitter Melon', wait for 10 minutes."

"Long live! I'll wash my hands first. I just ran in the morning and fed a few stray cats in the park. "Aono Suko stood up happily, but as soon as she stood up, she suddenly pointed at the store door, "Shopkeeper Xia, you have customers again~"

A tall figure in blue work clothes looked hesitant at the door.

Seeing this, Aono Sumiko turned her head and sneered at Xia Yan: "It must be your dish, Manager Xia, which has caused harm to this uncle, and no one dares to come in."

After saying that, he suddenly changed his route to the bathroom and headed towards the store.

“Welcome.”

Aono Suko had a waiter-like smile on her face that could not be found out.

"Cough." The work clothes uncle looked embarrassed and wanted to retreat, but wanted to go in. In the end, he defeated some fear, coughed, walked into the store with steady steps, and sat down on the chair at the bar.

"Shunzijiang, go wash your hands quickly, your cooking will be ready."

Xia Yan shouted, then turned his eyes to the guest in front of the bar and raised his eyebrows: "Uncle, it looks a little familiar."

In fact, when Xia Yan saw his work clothes and uniform, he recognized it.

He had just gone to throw garbage half an hour ago. If you pay attention to the road, it is not difficult to find that the garbage recycling trucks are shuttled through the Shimachi streets. The driver and co-pilot are both wearing this blue uniform.

The uncle said rudely and concealedly: "I'm so annoying, I'll give me a beer first! A full cup!"

"Give it, is your cold beer still 'refill meat' today?"

Refried meat...

The anus seemed to feel a little hot again, and the uncle gritted his teeth and asked, "Is there really no negotiation?"

A naughty female voice answered on behalf of her: "Uncle, give up. There is only authentic Chinese cuisine here. I want to eat improved Japanese Chinese food with high sweetness. Go out and turn left, walk straight for 100 meters, cross the bridge, and walk another fifty meters, and there is a Chinese house run by neon people."

Xia Yan didn't raise his head, staring at the stove where the steam began to whirlwind, and a line of words appeared in his vision:

【Cooking is completed.】

【Dish completion degree-good (80 points)】

【Dark Index (Traces)-Military】
Chapter completed!