I loaded the ghost talk game

distressed?

To say that would be an understatement.

What does this guy know? Do you know how hard it is for me to support a studio with nearly a hundred people?

Tsukada Satake felt disdain for the chef's posturing, but he didn't show it directly, and took advantage of the opportunity to order a cold buckwheat noodle.

"I'm hungry, whatever. Hurry up and go home after eating the noodles." Tsukada thought so.

He felt that the people in this store were a little weird, but because of the unbearable hunger, he didn't want to think too much about it. He just wanted to finish his supper quickly, then go home and take a shower for a short sleep. There was more important work waiting for him tomorrow.

"Guest, please wait a moment."

The chef on the opposite side nodded to Tsukada with a good attitude.

Then, two more uniformed waiters came over and served Mr. Tsukada an order of edamame and a glass of draft beer.

"This is a gift from our store, please enjoy it." The waiter said.

"Does such a small shop need so many people?" Tsukada was even more puzzled.

Although the staff in this soba noodle shop are decent, they are just weird.

Tsukada twisted a edamame and squeezed the emerald green beans into his mouth.

The edamame soaked in salt water is moderately salty, and the draft beer is also very refreshing and sweet.

Snacks and drinks can relieve people's fatigue.

However, that was the feeling for Satake Tsukada. As the operator of the studio, he is also considered a rich man, and he has eaten even the most exquisite and high-end meals. After getting used to eating, he feels that it is nothing more than that. The small shops on the roadside can't give him too much food surprise.

Tsukada is too busy, and there is too little time in life, so he seizes the day and night. A person must spend time on trivial matters such as eating and sleeping in a day, and after removing these time, how much time is left to really invest in meaningful things?

So, sleep and appetite are just the lowest level of human needs in order to survive.

There is really no need to enjoy it.

In fact, in Tsukada’s view, food should be convenient and fast, can satisfy hunger, supplement the nutrition needed by the human body, and make people operate like oiled precision machines. Taste or something is really not important.

"I think I walked into this store just because I was really hungry, so I need to waste some time."

Tsukada ate a few more edamame and drank two sips of draft beer.

At this time, the chef in the open kitchen opposite finally started cooking.

The other party's expression was serious and pious, and he was very devoted, as if he wanted to carve and make some unparalleled artwork.

When he started, the waiters around surrounded him, and there were two more people in the kitchen who were probably helpers.

Mr. Tsukada looked around and found that there were as many as nine employees in this store.

"It's really... a group of strange people." He continued to think.

"The process of cooking soba noodles is the same as life." The chef said slowly, as if giving a lecture.

The waiters and kitchen assistants around were also like serious students, hanging their arms around each other and listening carefully.

gurgling——

The hot water in the pot is boiling, and the steam is rising under the warm yellow light.

The chef carefully lowers a handful of soba noodles into the pot and carefully stirs them with chopsticks.

Brown noodles curled up and rolled in boiling water.

"The water temperature should be appropriate, and the time to cook the noodles should be appropriate. If it is overheated or cooked for a long time, the soba noodles will also suffer. The more the distress accumulates, the noodles will become loose and rotten, thus losing their original flavor." Chef While stirring the cooking pot with chopsticks, he continued talking.

His words seemed to be addressed to the apprentices, but also to Tsukada.

"The cooked noodles should be put into cold water to cool down. Letting go of the pressure brought by the high temperature and immersing in cold water is a process of self-discovery, which can make soft noodles find toughness."

The chef scoops up the noodles from the pot.

Immediately, a helper brought out a large bowl of cold water with ice cubes.

"Wash the starch on the noodles. Wash off these impurities, soba noodles will become clear and clean, and return to the original. Without impurities, is the true nature of being a human being." The chef added.

The chefs around were still listening carefully, as if they wanted to take the chef's words as golden words and keep them in their hearts.

But Satake Tsukada just felt it was ridiculous, and sneered: "What are you doing? These people are pretending, it's really funny."

Making soba noodles is very simple.

After the noodles are cooked and cooled, sprinkle with chopped seaweed and sesame seeds.

Mix light soy sauce and mirin, add wood flower fish juice and chopped green onion to stimulate the flavor, and make a sauce.

Combine the two and you're ready to eat.

In addition, the chef also made an extra white radish puree.

He put all three ingredients on a wooden plate and pushed it in front of Tsukada Satake who was sitting at the bar.

"Guest, please use."

"Um."

Tsukada Satake impatiently picked up the chopsticks and ate with the sauce.

The taste was just as he expected.

How delicious can a simple soba noodle be?

Hurry up and fill your stomach and leave.

Don't want to deal with these self-talking freaks anymore.

The chef on the opposite side smiled and stared at Tsukada without saying a word, and the apprentices around him were also watching him eating noodles.

This weird atmosphere made Mr. Tsukada irritated for no reason, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, put down his chopsticks: "What's wrong?"

"Guest, how long has it been since you calmed down and tasted the delicious food?" The chef asked him this way, and at the same time began to take off his uniform.

"It has nothing to do with you, right?" Tsukada was even more impatient.

The chef didn't answer him, just laughed.

Then he walked into a concealed door in the store, probably to the staff rest area. The helpers and waiters also followed, leaving only Tsukada sitting in the shop alone.

"What a bunch of idiots."

Tsukada didn't want to pay attention to those people anymore, and continued to eat noodles.

In order not to waste time, he always eats quickly, and this time is no exception.

After eating, he saw the chef come out from behind the concealed door surrounded by a group of apprentices.

It is different from the image just now.

The chef completely changed his clothes and put on a straight suit instead, holding an expensive-looking leather briefcase in his hand, looking like a professional elite.

He hugged and shook hands with the others in the soba shop, in what looked like a solemn farewell ceremony.

Finally, the "chef" walked up to the suspicious Tsukada and bowed slightly to him: "Guest, you will find your true self here, just like me."

With that said, the other party walked straight towards the door.

When he was at the door, he took a few deep breaths before carefully opening the door.

jingle--

The bell on the door rang, and the scene outside the door was hazy and indistinct.

"Take care, Cangqiao!"

The people in the shop reluctantly said goodbye.

The gentleman surnamed Cangqiao nodded, and strode out of the store, as if he was going to welcome his new life.

"What are you doing? It's disgusting, these people."

Tsukada couldn't take it anymore, quickly finished the soba noodles, stood up and prepared to leave.

"How much?" he asked the others in the store.

But the people left in the store all had strange expressions, and no one answered.

"Forget it, treat me as unlucky."

Tsukada took out a banknote with a face value of 2,000 yen from his pocket and slapped it on the table.

This money is more than enough to eat several soba noodles.

He paid the money himself, and he planned to leave with a full stomach, not wanting to stay longer in this strange noodle shop.

But when Tsukata went to the door and raised his hand to push the door, he was surprised to find that small wooden door, like a huge boulder in front of him, remained motionless, unable to push it open no matter what.

"Hey, what are you doing? Is it a prank? You guys have gone too far!" Tsukada became annoyed.

Those people in uniform behind, facing Mr. Tsukada who was furious, looked at me and I looked at you. It took a long time before someone said: "Don't you understand? You ate the noodles made by Canghashi, so you have to substitute a The position stays here. You cannot leave for the time being."

"What nonsense!? I'm going to call the police!"

"It's useless, we all came here like this." The people in the store said so, and began to approach Tsukada slowly.

The movements are uniform, showing that they are a group.

"Hey! Don't come here! Why can't you leave? What do you know? I'm different from you boring people. I still have important things to do! A studio with nearly a hundred people is waiting for me to support me, manga and animation. Everything is waiting for me to do. How can I stay here and play house with you?"

"Studio, manga animation. Guest, are these things important?"

"Of course it's important! Make money, make money! What's wrong with making money? More resources, higher status, better life, aren't these important!"

Those shop assistants ignored Tsukada's anger and continued to approach——

"I'm so busy that my eyes are bloodshot, I can't sleep well every day, and when I wake up, I have to work like a puppet for money and fame, restless, frightened, and walking on thin ice. Guest, is this kind of life what you want? You Have you really found happiness in this kind of life?"

"Guest, how long has it been since you calmed down and tasted the original taste of the food?"

"If it is overheated or cooked for a long time, it will become soft and rotten, thus losing its original flavor."

"Relax. You also need to soak in cold water for a while and find your own resilience."

"Cleanse yourself well, wash away those useless impurities, and then you will become clear and clean, and return to your original nature."

"..."

"Don't come here! Let me go, you bastard!"

...

Tsukada Satake just stayed in the soba shop.

The other clerks didn't restrict his movements too much, but just changed him into the same uniform as the others.

Make him look like everyone else in appearance.

As long as they look the same on the outside, people will have a sense of identity and belonging to the same kind, and stay in the same group to hide their individuality.

That's what uniforms have always been about.

"Let's start as a waiter, clean up and tidy up the store, and don't need to worry too much." This is what they told Tsukada.

Of course Satake Tsukada tried to escape, but it didn't work.

This soba shop is full of weirdness, the door cannot be pushed open, there is no other exit, and the mobile phone has no signal here.

For a moment, Tsukada couldn't tell where he was.

He knocked on the wall frantically, but to no avail, he could only get helpless and sympathetic eyes from others.

Two days passed by.

Trapped here, Tsukada was exhausted. At first he was worried, worried about the operation of the studio.

But after two days, he began to lose the energy to think about it.

Because he is so hungry.

During these two days, Tsukada Satake hadn't eaten anything.

He can't eat.

When other people sat around and ate together, there were always nine portions of soba noodles on the table, but Tsukada couldn’t touch the portion that should belong to him anyway, as if it were a false illusion, just existing, but cannot touch.

"Takada, calm down. People who have nothing to do and don't participate in the labor will not be able to eat the food provided by the store. This is the rule here, and no one can violate it."

"You replaced Cangqiao's original position, and now you are ranked ninth in the store. As long as you put aside distracting thoughts and do your own thing well, your ranking will rise when new people come in to replace others. Until there are Nine people come in, and you can leave after making soba noodles for the ninth person, but before that, you must learn how to calm down, how to find yourself, and how to make a soba noodles with original taste .”

"The life will not be too sad. The life here is actually very simple. You don't have to think about true happiness. Before we came here, we had no fewer worries than you."

"Stay here. In about a month or two, new guests will come to your door. So, after about half a year, or a year, you can leave. Find yourself, go outside and start a new life, Is not it good?"

Everyone else advised him so.

The haggard Tsukada Satake didn't know if he had listened to the words of others, but on the third day, he did start as a waiter, cleaning the store like other waiters.

Not for anything else, just because he was so hungry.

For the time being, I can only obey the wishes of this ghost place, at least I have to eat.

At noon on the third day, Tsukada finally sat at the table like everyone else.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the soba noodles that belonged to him on the table could finally be touched at this moment.

Tsukada Satake started eating noodles with dipping sauce.

It's nice to have the feeling of food going into a haggard stomach.

He had been hungry for too long, and he devoured so much that his eyes turned red.

It's delicious, it's delicious.

The savory flavor of the thick bonito flakes melts in the sauce, and the rich smell slides through the mouth, mixed with the cool and smooth soba noodles. I have never eaten such a simple and delicious food.

How long has it been since I have been like this, with no distractions, just tasting food seriously?

After eating the light buckwheat, the first meal that was exchanged for labor, Mr. Tsukada felt that somewhere in his heart was violently collided, melted, and then filled.

Maybe someone else is right, that's how we all get here.

Food is the first level of human needs.

If even this basic need is not met, the physiology of the individual human being cannot function normally. In other words, human life will be threatened.

In such a situation where survival is threatened, it is impossible to think about pursuing higher-level needs.

So, after eating the first meal almost greedily and frantically, Tsukada Satake seemed to have really calmed down, and he was satisfied.

As for what kind of studio, what kind of manga and animation, don't think about it for the time being.

Among Dengwu buckwheat, it is useless to worry about these.

This is the first step in domestication.