Chapter 110

The next evening, kithara xiuci put the jar on the stove temporarily set in front of Chunwei house, and the jar Buddha jumped over the wall has been simmering gently for 18 hours, which is the time to have both color and flavor.

He turned up the firepower of the temporary stove and made the jar of Buddha jump over the wall boil again. The five sisters of the Fukuzawa family were surrounded except Xueli, who went to the hospital to accompany them.

Spring vegetable looked at the jar carefully, and Dongmei looked a little uneasy. She couldn't help asking, "is this really useful?"

Beiyuan xiuci put the price tag next to it, which said "2899 Cup".

Dongmei looked at the price and couldn't help it. She asked again, "it's too expensive. Let's pursue breakeven first?"

Beiyuan xiuci looked at Dongmei reluctantly. She said these words all afternoon. Before, he really didn't find Dongmei such a conservative person - this guy's mentality is actually quite sensitive and fragile. He is prone to worry about gain and loss. No wonder he always loses his temper or cries.

He smiled at Dong Mei and tried to comfort him: "it's already sold at a low price. It's not good for our shop. If we want to change the five-star one, I'd rather pour it into the trash can instead of selling 18000 for this cup."

Just say, "China really cheated in so soon. Look at the badge. This guy is an employee of Nagoya United Bank. Although he can't be a cadre at this age, his income is a standard fat sheep.

The situation in Japan is different from that in China. Large banks are places where non elite students don't want to be. Real elites gather. The income of civil servants at the same level is enough for these people to receive subsidies - after all, large banks are the core of the Trinity strategy of Japanese consortia.

Kimura Guangyan is only twenty-six or seven years old, but he is very calm and has the style of elite white-collar workers. He was not surprised to see a carrot head rush over, but slightly bowed his head and followed him to the kitchen table to sit down. Then he turned his head and looked at the whole residential wine house. He found that the decoration here is very tasteless, and there is a legacy of the Showa era, which is probably the common staff of the company After work, he drank two glasses of bad wine and scolded his boss.

He slightly regretted entering this kind of shop, looked up at the cook and frowned slightly - the general of this shop is too young? This can't be explained by his tender face.

Dongmei is very polite. Chunwei house has been open for more than two years. I haven't seen many such high-end fat sheep. At the moment, she is very attentive. First, she gives hot towels, then wheat tea, and then asks politely, "what do you want?"

Before entering the big bank, Kimura Guangyan was also an ordinary college student. He was no stranger to this kind of wine house. He glanced at the cooking board hanging on the wall at random and was surprised to find that the store looked ordinary and had a real hand in killing people. Looking at the price of these dishes, it was not much lower than those famous traditional stores.

However, he didn't mind. No matter how much he ate here, it was not as expensive as the money for opening a bottle of champagne in a high-end club. He just rubbed his nose - the strange smell became stronger here - and casually said, "I'll have a stew at the door and another draft beer. The rest is up to... The senior general!"

Hideki kithara is too young. His cry is not very smooth.

Dongmei nodded and said, "yes, guest! A cup of blessing, two orders, a small dish of wine and a cup of draft beer!" after reporting the order, she slipped to the door, stood on the small bench, took a long spoon and took it out - 3000 yuan into the account. This thing can really sell!

And kithara xiuci smiled, took a small bottle of iced Shaojiu and put it in front of Kimura Guangyan. He politely said, "it's more suitable for full hall blessing with small Shao. This is a gift from our store. Please take your time."

The name of Buddha jumping over the wall can't be translated directly. There are many Buddhists in Japan, which is easy to cause religious disputes, and the monk jumping over the wall is bullshit. If a real monk comes in, it's really embarrassing, so Dongmei asks him to take a higher-grade alias and hang it on the wall.

She just wants to make money and feed her brothers and sisters, but she doesn't want to get into any trouble.

Kithara xiuci let her, and casually took a festive point, and tasting this dish is really a cool small roast.

Kimura Guangyan didn't expect that the young general was very particular. He was going to pay a tip for the wine later. He sat in the single seat in front of the kitchen table and smiled. He politely said thank you. Then his eyes were attracted by the small soup bowl brought by Dongmei. And kithara xiuci asked, "can you choose crab roe stew and soy bean curd for wine and dishes?"

It's not good to use all Chinese food. After all, the customers are foreigners. We should respect local customs as much as possible.

Kimura Guangyan answered absently. His mind was all on the steaming "stew" in front of him. He clapped his hands together. Then he picked up a spoon and scooped up a scallop. He saw that the soup was brown and flowing like thick wine. Unlike cooking, it was like a valuable art.

With this stirring, the smell became stronger. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Then he blew it gently and sent it into his mouth. Just as soon as he chewed it, the soup in the scallops gushed out. It was clear that the scallops were chewed into silk, but salty, fragrant, tender, smooth and fresh emerged one after another. It was like 18 kinds of ingredients practicing with 18 weapons, and they were well-organized, miscellaneous and not disordered The aroma of wine is gathered together, which can be called thousands of tastes.

He couldn't help but pick up the small soup bowl and drink a mouthful of thick soup. There was a sense of taste explosion on his tongue, and a strong sense of pleasure rose from the bottom of his heart. It seemed that he understood the "little happiness" said by Haruki Murakami in an instant.

There may be many kinds of happiness, but this bowl of soup in front of us represents the beauty that fleets but always pays attention to.

As a newcomer to the largest bank in Guanzhong, Kimura still has a lot of competitive pressure in the workplace. Even if he makes a mistake, he will be sent to another company as an expatriate, or kicked to the countryside, or even sent to the unlucky Southeast Asia. His direct future is cut off. Therefore, he often visits senior clubs to talk to female public relations and drink, He was addicted to smoking, just to relieve the pressure. After drinking the soup, he suddenly felt much relieved in his heart.

He liked this feeling very much. He tasted it slowly there and was reluctant to finish it for a moment. While xiuci Beiyuan was holding glutinous rice skin and rolling crab roe. Looking up at him, he felt that this guy was calm enough - this small bowl had to be changed into the snow, put out his tongue and go in one roll, which was the same as the second senior brother's effect of eating ginseng fruit.

This guy is a good eater and a real eater.

He became more attentive and wanted to keep the guy in extraordinary clothes as a regular guest, and Chunwei's house began to enter. Dongmei was surprised and happy - many people were going to ara's new house wine house. During this time, the store was on fire, and when he came to the door and smelled the fragrance, he turned into Chunwei's house. Even Dongmei recognized the two "traitors" who had taken refuge in the opposite side before Old guest.

She smiled sweeter and sweeter. She sharpened her knife repeatedly in her heart. She was ready to come in today and kill one by one. She had to chop up these fat sheep.