Zongman: Fat otakus also have dreams

After leaving Eriri's house, Tanaka Masao did not choose to go to Akihabara this time.

Before going back in the afternoon, he had only one task in Tokyo, which was to eat and drink to his heart's content.

If Jiaxi knew that Tanaka Masao came to Tokyo for this kind of thing, then the task of collecting magic stones could be postponed.

Tanaka Masao wandered around aimlessly, and went into any store that looked good.

Observe the dishes, eat if you like, and leave if you don't like.

While eating delicious food to replenish calories, wander around to find a store to consume calories.

Tanaka Masao wanted to achieve calorie balance in this way, so that he could eat all the time today.

"I'm really a genius."

The idea is beautiful, but it is not so easy to realize.

At the beginning, Tanaka Masao could still maintain it, but later, he encountered more and more delicious restaurants and went more and more frequently.

This led to a faster frequency of eating, less time spent on walking, and less food he could eat.

Successfully achieved, the more you eat, the less you eat.

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After going around in circles, when it was hot at noon, he went to the mall to enjoy the air conditioning, get a massage, play games, etc.

When the weather was not so hot, Tanaka Masao had room in his stomach to continue eating.

He looked at the time and it was already six o'clock.

Looking at the sky that was about to get dark, Tanaka Masao felt a little melancholy.

"Happy times always pass so quickly. I'll have one last meal and then go home."

Tanaka Masao decided to find a good restaurant to put a perfect end to his indulgent meal.

Along the way, he never found a restaurant that satisfied him 100%.

Always thinking that for the last meal, he must eat the best, and there may be better restaurants ahead.

In this way, he came to a sparsely populated area, and he didn't see a store around for a long time.

"Oh no, I've gone too far."

Looking at the residential area around him, Tanaka Masao knew that he had gone too far.

Masao Tanaka was thinking about the shop he had just come across and wanted to go back. He saw a shop in the alley next to him.

He stopped and took a closer look. It was a ramen shop.

There was only a simple sign at the door of the shop, with the words [Hakata Ramen] written on it.

The shop sign was hung on the door frame.

Looking at such a simple and remote ramen shop, Masao Tanaka stopped.

"They dare to open a shop in such a place, and judging from the appearance, they should have been open for many years. If they haven't closed down yet, they should be an old shop with great taste."

There are many shops here that are century-old shops. These shops rely on high-quality craftsmanship and good reputation to attract countless repeat customers.

Masao Tanaka decided to go in and try.

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"Welcome."

A steady and powerful uncle's voice sounded.

Masao Tanaka looked at the layout of the shop. The tables were arranged in a classic bar style.

Two long bar tables and the wall enclose a space. The boss and the customers are separated, and various materials and equipment are surrounded by the bar in the middle,

so that customers sitting at the bar can clearly see the boss's operation.

This is also one of the characteristics of this store layout.

The ramen shop owner is dressed simply, with a white headscarf on his head, and his expression is very serious, exuding a serious and dedicated atmosphere.

He holds a funnel in one hand, stirring the hot water in the pot, ready to make ramen at any time.

"What do you want to order?"

After the ramen shop owner said this, he quietly waited for Tanaka Masao to order, without urging or recommending.

After Tanaka Masao came in, he sat directly at the nearest position to him at the door.

Looking at the wooden signs hanging on the wall next to him, with the names of ramen written on them.

There are more than a dozen kinds of ramen, some of which have almost the same names, which makes Tanaka Masao a little headache. He can't tell the difference between these ramen.

It happened that the door of the ramen shop was opened at this time, and a new customer came. Tanaka Masao, who was still hesitant, had to order one at random. It was a wooden sign in the corner. Compared with other wooden signs, it had more stains on it and was quite inconspicuous.

"Soy sauce pork bone, light."

Although the boss did not urge him, he couldn't continue to delay the time with a new customer coming.

As for the lighter one, it was because he had eaten a lot today, so it was better to eat a little lighter.

After Tanaka Masao finished speaking, the ramen shop owner and the new customer paused.

The boss's expression did not change at all, but he asked lightly.

"How soft is the noodle?"

"Harder."

It's better to eat harder noodles, chewy onesOnly then will it taste good. Soft noodles have no soul.

Hearing Tanaka Masao's answer, the ramen shop owner showed a barely perceptible smile.

"Wait a moment."

Then he got busy.