Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 1232

Chapter 1232

This is not the peak tourist season for Mt. Fuji. The town under the snow-capped mountain is in a bleak state. Several sporadic houses are crumbling, sparsely populated, and shadowed by trees. If it is used to shoot a horror movie, even the scenery will be omitted, but this is not scary. Yang Ming wanders around looking for food inspirations from time to time.He unhurriedly stared at the few lights on the street, thinking whether to go to the hotel to make a bowl of instant noodles for the day, or find the small shop introduced on the Internet to challenge his appetite, inadvertently In time, I found what I was looking for.

In front of the wooden door was a weak light bulb, like the moonfire that cut off the ruins, illuminating the wooden door below, so Yang Ming was able to see the faint words on the signboard on the door. .

"Sukiyabashi Jiro".

"It turned out to be here, and I finally found it..."

I just don’t know how this restaurant is, maybe it’s as deceptive as some black shops?

"Jingle jingle—"

Yang Ming lightly pressed the gilt copper doorknob, and pushed it down slightly, the wooden door opened naturally, and the welcome bell rang in his ears with a clear and pleasant sound.

The wind and snow all over his body seemed to melt and dissipate the moment he entered the door. The warm light in the store shone on Yang Ming's body, dyeing him with a faint halo. He exhaled lightly, Mt. Fuji The cold breath was long and long, but it disappeared invisible on the way forward.

Perhaps it was getting late, and there were not many customers in the store at this time. The old man at the counter was immersed in the calculations, talking to the customers who were eating without saying a word, with a slightly surprised tone: "Hey? You Have you found a job yet?"

"What are you talking about?" Ginji took out a napkin and wiped his mouth, "Do I look like I can't find a job?"

Ono Erlang took a closer look at his slightly pale complexion due to long-term absence of sunlight, as well as his delicate hands like works of art, and nodded seriously: "Like."

"Why is it like this?" Ginji insisted on asking why.

"Aren't you just getting up? Who just got up at this point in the work meeting?" Ono Erlang said with reason.

"I'm on the night shift... do you understand the night shift?" Yinci glanced at the old man, "Okay, I'll put the money here."

"Yeah." Ono Jiro seemed to have not finished the calculation, and was still entangled there.

"By the way, does the store provide supper?" Ginji asked again.

This time, Ono Jiro raised his head: "The store closes at 09:30... I also need to rest."

He is not as leisurely as Ginji, who can sleep until evening and then get up leisurely.

"Okay, okay." Ginji waved his hand, "Then I'm leaving."

"Slow down~"

When Yinci passed by Yang Ming, he unconsciously sized up this slender young man. How long can he pass by?At best, it was only a few seconds, but this did not prevent him from taking a closer look at this person.

Most of the children raised in Jiangnan water villages have a common characteristic, they are tender and pleasant, and the young man in front of him is no exception. If he wants to get involved in the entertainment industry, he may become the dream lover of many little girls.What's more, although he looks young and handsome, there is a bit of charm in his brows and expression, which adds a lot to the background.

On the other hand, Yang Ming smelled the smell of soup wafting from his body, chopped green onion, seaweed, sesame oil, and some inexplicable aromas. I'm afraid he didn't feel that much at ordinary times, but now he just felt greedy. My stomach was about to move.

Yinci has always been familiar, not to mention whether he recognizes him or not, he can make a few sentences, not to mention that although the person in front of him has never met before, he always feels familiar, so he didn't turn his head around, but looked at him first. The wet mark on the shoulder asked: "Is it still snowing outside?"

Yang Ming was taken aback for a moment, but the shop owner's innate self-cultivation made him quickly talk to him: "It has been stopped a long time ago."

It was because he accidentally bumped into a tree branch on the road and hit the fallen frost that got wet.

"That's it." Ginji rubbed his hands, took a deep breath in the palms of his hands, and said before opening the door, "It's cold, let's have a bowl of wontons."

Eat a bowl of wontons, this sentence somehow planted a seed in Yang Ming's heart, so that when Erlang Ono asked him what he wanted to eat after a while, he blurted out: "Let's have a bowl of shrimp wontons."

"Okay, please wait for a while." Ono Erlang answered fluently.

Wonton is one of the longest-circulating folk foods, and it is also a classic example of one side nourishing the other. Wontons in different places have different names, methods and tastes.But no matter where the wontons are, whether they are flat food or wontons, you must take advantage of the fresh and warm mouthful to swallow them in one gulp, and feel the smoky atmosphere of the world to your heart's content.

On such a cold day like this, it is perfect to eat a bowl of steaming wonton.

The skin of the wonton is thin, so it doesn't need to be cooked for a long time, otherwise the rickety boat bobbing and sinking on the surface of the soup would be ruined. Yang Ming sat on the seat and fiddled with the Indonesian-style dragon-shaped incense pot for a while. A bowl of wontons was served.

"This is the shrimp wonton you ordered. Please use it slowly. If you want to add vinegar, the vinegar is in the small bottle next to your right hand." Ono Erlang said warmly.

"Thank you." Yang Ming nodded very politely, but there was no movement in his hands. He never added vinegar to his wontons. But if you lose your own taste, then the gain outweighs the loss.

"It looks really good." He smacked carefully as if observing an antique presented by a guest. Under the soft light, the tender wonton wrappers floated in the soup like snow gauze, and the firm and reddish shrimp Wrapped inside, it moves with the waves, just like a greedy fat goldfish in the pool of Yiweiwei Park, revealing its white belly, while the sparkling light on its body flows.

Yang Ming gently scooped up a wonton. The square thin skin was folded and wrapped with stuffing. As soon as it touched the lips and teeth, it slid into the mouth smoothly. The soft skin, the filling that melted in the mouth, and the mellow soup, That taste is really hard to save.

The mouth was first soothed by the undulating skin and soup, and then lightly bit the meat inside.No matter how well the dough is rolled out, it’s useless if the meat filling is not good enough. It’s too thin if it’s all thin, and it’s too rich if it’s too fat. Bite the shrimp so lightly, as if the deepest treasure could not hide from Captain Mojin's prying, the teeth are clean and fresh, and there is nowhere to hide the freshness and elasticity of that beautiful thing, Yang Ming sighed long, I feel warm all over my body.

(End of this chapter)