On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

It is indeed a dimensional hunting ground.Qinghuai only took one bite and praised from the bottom of his heart. The meat of this beast named Mou Mou is tender but not loose, juicy but not bland. It is spicy and refreshing under the marinade of chili and minced garlic, even if it does not use beef bone broth , the taste has reached the extreme, and the aftertaste is endless.

It's almost [-] streets away from Kobe beef!

If such high-quality ingredients can be used in cooking in the future, it will definitely be the ultimate dream of every chef!

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

The suppressed cough interrupted Qinghuai's enjoyment of the future. He raised his head and saw that the black-haired man in front of him seemed to be too hot. The soup base of millet pepper and Sichuan-style bean paste choked the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose. Hong, he frowned and coughed while still stuffing meat into his mouth.

Qing Huai quickly got up and poured a glass of ice water for the other party, only then remembered that the Japanese are not very good at spicy food, and Sichuan cuisine is still too reluctant for them... From this point of view, if you want to survive here for a long time, you need to adjust Consider the seasoning ratio.

Osamu Dazai drank it down with a water glass, "...so spicy." He looked at the delicious meat slices in front of him, struggling not to let it go, such a stimulating taste - if he could eat this delicious food every day, it would seem that he would die from being so spicy Also a nice experience!

Qinghuai put a bowl of water in front of him again, "It would be better to rinse off the chili and eat it." This is how his brother's youngest son, who is only three years old, eats hot pot.

Osamu Dazai tried it and raised his eyebrows, "Wow, it's really not spicy anymore!"

Qing Huai smiled, "Of course, this is a unique secret recipe, which represents the perseverance of Chinese people in Sichuan and Chongqing to the spicy taste."——The spicy spirit of Sichuan and Chongqing that even children who don't eat spicy food can't destroy!

Osamu Dazai, who was completely unaware that he was being slandered as a "little boy", quickly swallowed a piece of meat that had been rinsed in clear water.

"Boss, when can I come to work?"

"Tomorrow will be available." Qing Huai said, "If you need it, there are three guest rooms on the second floor, you can choose by yourself. But the guest room does not have a bathroom, so you can use the one in my room if you are not afraid of trouble."

"it is good."

"You can familiarize yourself with the environment of the izakaya in a while." Qinghuai added, "But I have to go up to catch up on sleep. Please close the door when you leave."

Osamu Dazai: "Aren't you afraid that I'm actually a liar? I stole everything while you were sleeping?"

"...you can't steal it away." Qing Huai said, "Although this is just a dilapidated and desolate izakaya, it is also the office of the guardian - just this, it is impossible for anyone to steal anything from it. stuff." These simple rules were taught to him by the system.

"I see."

"Once the door is closed, only the 'key' can open it." Qinghuai smiled, "It's a pity that the 'key' is bound to me, so other than me, no one else can get in even if they get the 'key'."

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, "'Key'?"

"Meow~" A milky meow interrupted the conversation between the two.

At some point, a dirty little milk cat slipped in through the back door of the kitchen, probably smelling the smell of meat. Its royal blue eyes glistened with greed, and it squatted on the ground without blinking, meowing at Qing Huai. Meow.

Cat lover Qing Huai was instantly melted by this baby-sounding little thing, squatting down and stroking the cat's head, the milk cat raised its furry head meekly and rubbed against his palm.

So... so cute!

The soft fluff brushes over Qing Huai's fingertips, his scalp tingles instantly, and his prickly peach eyes bend into crescent moons——

"Little cat, are you hungry?"

The milk cat shook its blue round eyes, "Meow~"

"Want to eat meat?"

"Meow~"

Qinghuai got up immediately, took out the remaining ground beef from the refrigerator, put it in a small bowl and put it on the ground.

The little milk cat immediately ran over and ate hard. It may have been hungry for a long time, and it made a purring sound while eating. Its tail was curled up high, and it looked like a puppy.

Qinghuai's eyes were so cute that she squatted on the ground and watched the kitten motionlessly until the cat finished eating.

The kitten sat down on the ground and began to lick its paws after eating and drinking. Qing Huai was instantly attracted by the pink pads.

I really want to... pinch it...

Qinghuai stretched out her hand to scratch the cat's chin, and said seductively, "Little cat, do you want to stay here?"

The cat raised its head and closed its eyes comfortably, "Meow~"

Qing Huai: "Then I'll give you a name, I can't keep calling you Kitten."

"Meow~"

The milk cat seemed to like Qing Huai's touch very much, and leaned its whole head against the young man's palm.

"Then call it Wangcai!"

"Meow~"

Anyway - Osamu Dazai looked at the cat and the person who started the conversation inexplicably - anyway, Wangzai is also the name of a dog...

"Prosperity?"

"Meow~"

"Does it sound good?"

"Meow~"

"Dazai-kun—"

Osamu Dazai was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked down, he saw the young man's dark and clear eyes, like a deer in the forest, "Mr. Dazai, don't you hate cats?"

"……it's OK."

"Then shall I raise Wangcai in the izakaya?"

"……it is good."

After getting the answer, Qinghuai smiled gratefully, and then pinched the cat's pad without looking back.

The cat pad feels super good to the touch, like a pudding ball with milk flavor, soft, bouncy and Q.

"Wangcai, do you want to eat small fish?"

"Meow!"

Little pink hearts filled the air.

The new employee who was completely ignored looked at the two carbon-based creatures, one large and one small squatting on the ground, and slowly pursed his lips when his kite-colored eyes swept across the back of the black hairy head.

This scene is surprisingly...a little...cute.