Fulian Downstairs Oden

<Log - First day of store opening>

After some preparations, my oden stall finally opened.

This place is very different from my hometown. Most people walk in a hurry without the human touch of my hometown.As for English, I can understand and understand it, but I don’t know how to speak it, and I often write wrong words.But it's nothing, what's the difference in making money with craftsmanship?

The tallest building in New York is said to be a building with an "A" neon sign on it.New York is bustling with lights and feasting.Life in New York is fast-paced, people are stressed, and many people don't have time to cook properly.I'm just at the foot of this tall building, occupying a small corner.

I heard that this is not a very peaceful city, and there are often some strange disasters, such as a hole in the sky, or a whole building suddenly being blown up by a whole ton of gunpowder, or other things.But it doesn't matter, after all, I heard that there will be heroes to fill the hole in the sky; I heard that the hero will blow up the channel where monsters will appear;

As for who these heroes are... It seems... I heard that there is a team, but I really can't remember, I'd better concentrate on cooking oden.

There are not many customers today, after all, it is only the first day of opening.However, it can be seen from the expressions of the guests that the oden I cook is as delicious as when I was back home.I think there should be more customers in a few days!

<Log - Fifth day of store opening>

The city has been very quiet these days, and the daily logs are full of journals.

However, among today's guests, there is a handsome black boy who seems to be very talkative and cheerful.He randomly ordered a few items, took a bite, and asked me how this oden was made.I don't mind answering, it's just that my English is not very good and I can't speak clearly.The young man said with regret that he wanted to learn how to cook it for friends he just met, but it doesn't matter, he can bring friends to eat if he has the chance.

Although there is a language barrier, I still understand that the young man is an Air Force veteran, too, such a strong figure, probably tempered in the barracks.

<Log-Tenth Day of Opening>

Since the ex-army boy came last time, he has come to eat some oden almost every day.So happy, this is my first repeat customer.

Yesterday the black boy brought his friend with him, a young blond, big, muscular guy.The young man said that his friend was also from the military, and recommended several signature ingredients to him.

The blond young man seemed to eat a lot, eating about four times as much as the young man.However, he also seemed to be a very kind and friendly person.

<Diary - Store No. 15 days>

The black guy and the blond guy come to eat some oden almost every evening.Everyone gradually became acquainted. The young man told me that he could be called Sam, and the blond young man said that he worked for the government, so he could be called Steve.

My English is not good, but I can still remember a few names.My English accent is not standard, they seem to be amused by me.

Also, a pretty woman with red hair came in today and asked if there was any goulash for sale.I told her no, this kind of food is probably going to be eaten in a Chinese restaurant, and she shook her head regretfully and left.But I didn't go far, and I turned back again, bought a boiled crab leg, and walked while eating.

After all, I am an Oden restaurant!

<Diary - Store No. 17 days>

Yesterday Sam came alone, and he asked me if I had been to a museum in New York.I didn't catch the museum's name, but I haven't been to any museums, so I shook my head.

Yesterday's chicken crispy meatballs seemed to be very appetizing to him, and he even drank up the soup in the cup. After Sam finished eating, he packed a portion, judging by the size, it must be for Steve.Sure enough, when Steve came here today, he said that yesterday's stewed beef was delicious, much more delicious than the steak he had eaten during the war.

In the case of the recent war... Could it be that he came back from the Iraqi battlefield? If so, then he looks really young.

When Steve talked about the war and steak, he seemed to think of something. He said in a very nostalgic tone that his best friend and comrade-in-arms like to eat steak very much. If he is still alive, he can use my native dialect and I talked and couldn't even tell he was an American.

Perhaps his best friend was killed in battle, which made a young man who looked positive and sunny show such an expression.Out of politeness, I showed no sympathy, but added an extra spoonful of beef broth to his glass.

<Diary - Store No. 20 days>

Sam and Steve haven't been here for a few days, maybe they are busy with something.I saw the red-haired woman from last time again. She seemed to be in a hurry and came and went in a hurry.But she still bought a fried fish ball and a bunch of crab meat balls, still eating while walking, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

A handsome mustache came today and asked if there was any dessert. I told him that there were no desserts, and he seemed a little disappointed.He is not tall, but he has a very prominent temperament. He seems to have seen him somewhere, but he can't remember it for a while.Mustache wears earphones on one ear, and he doesn't know if he is listening to music or the radio.He ate lobster and crab legs, and smacked his lips and suggested that I could add some Arctic shellfish or South American ice shrimp.

This proposal sounds good, but the cost is very high.

The tipster mustache is really generous, but why does he always speak into the air in a coquettish tone?I must have heard wrong.

<Diary-opening shop No.20 five days>

It didn't seem very peaceful today. People on the street seemed to be talking about a big news that happened in New York—it was said that a secret service agency with a long history fell apart for some reason, and even the entire office building was blown to pieces.It is said that this incident is also related to several famous superheroes.

But these things have nothing to do with me, I still sell my oden under the neon "A" building.The number of guests gradually increased, and every day was very lively.However, not all people are willing to chat with me or say some complaints. Most of the customers buy and take away, even if they sit in the store—ah, where is there any store, it’s just a stall ——The guests who eat often ignore me.Of course, it doesn't matter, as long as everyone likes to eat my Oden.

<Diary-open shop No.20 seven days>

Today, the black guy named Sam came again, still ordered chicken crispy meatballs, and exchanged a few words with me.I saw that he seemed to be in a bad mood, and I really wanted to care about him, but it is always a bad thing to pry into a guest's private affairs.

But Sam took the initiative to say something that made him feel bad after drinking a little sake.His friend Steve was seriously injured and was in the hospital.As he was talking, the red-haired woman he had seen before also came over.She ordered fish roe crab meat balls and shrimp balls, sitting down to eat for the first time.

It turns out that Sam and that woman are acquaintances. I don't know what they are talking about, but it is good to have someone to accompany Sam. After all, I don't know how to comfort an American whose friend is injured!

Poor Steve, maybe it was a car accident or something like that, but hopefully it wasn't the bombed Secret Service building, it sounded serious after all.When he comes again, I must give him a piece of braised beef to congratulate him on his recovery.

<Journal-opening shop No.30 a day>

Before I knew it, it had been open for a full month!In the future, don't write this kind of record of "opening the store for XX days" every day, just write the date.

The mustache who tipped generously is here again today.His face looked very tired. Seeing that I was still not selling Arctic shellfish, he seemed a little unhappy and complained a few words, but it didn't look like he was complaining to me, maybe he was talking to himself.But after complaining, he knocked on the unilateral earphone he was wearing, ordered the crab legs and boiled lobster from last time, then sat down to eat slowly, and even drank all the soup.

When Mustache left, he left a tip that was more than twice the cost of his meal. He also told me that Oden is delicious, and if he could add some ingredients such as arctic clams, he would buy them all.

But Arctic shellfish are really expensive.

In the afternoon, I seemed to see a person looking at me many times.But if you think about it carefully, you can't remember what this person looks like at all.I guess that person probably came here looking for someone.

<log-day X month X>

Someone brought fresh quick-frozen arctic shellfish by car today, and asked me to make oden and pack it for him to take home, and he will pay the processing fee.He also said that the butler of their company boss had someone airlift the best arctic shellfish and sent him here.

In this way, the boss he was talking about was probably the mustache who hadn't eaten Arctic shellfish a few days ago.No wonder you are so generous when tipping.However, I still think that mustache looks familiar, but I just can't remember where I saw it.

At noon today, Sam came over to eat oden. He was very curious about the tofu buns and ate several of them. Sam said that Steve's injury is improving and he can be discharged from the hospital in the near future.Congratulations to Steve, let's come here to eat oden after recovering from the injury.

The strange man who looked into the store a few days ago reappeared today.This time I could clearly see that his expression was very haggard, his hair was long, and his beard was a little messy, as if he hadn't taken care of it for many days.New York's economy has been sluggish recently, maybe it's young people who are unexpectedly unemployed.

For such a strong young man, it must be hard for him to have nothing to eat.If I can still see him tomorrow, I will give him the leftover food from the day's sale.

-TBC-