Naruto: Big Foodie

At this time, it is not the peak tourist season of Mount Fuji. The town under the snow-capped mountain is desolate. Several scattered courtyard houses are crumbling, sparsely populated, and the trees are full of shadows. If you use it to shoot a horror movie, you will even save the scenery, but it will not scare you. Yang Ming, who comes out from time to time to find food inspiration, wanders around. He casually stared at the few lights on the street. He wanted to think about whether to go to the hotel to make a bowl of instant noodles to spend the day, or to challenge his appetite at the small shop introduced on the Internet, inadvertently. but found what he was looking for.

In front of the wooden door was a weak light bulb, like a moonlight that blocked the desolation, and illuminated the wooden door below. Yang Ming was thus able to see the vague four words on the signboard on the door. .

"Sukiyabashi Jiro".

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

I just don't know how this restaurant is. Shouldn't it be as tricky as some black shops?

"Jingle ding bell--"

Yang Ming lightly pressed the gilded bronze doorknob and pressed down a little, the wooden door naturally opened outwards, and the sound of the welcome bell ringing in his ears was clear and pleasant.

The snow and snow all over his body seemed to melt and dissolve at the moment of entering the door. The warm light from the shop shone on Yang Ming's body, dipping a layer of light halo on him. He let out a sigh of relief. The cold breath was long, but disappeared on the way forward.

Maybe it was getting late, and there were not many customers in the store at this time. The old man at the counter was burying his head in counting the bills. Did you find a job?"

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

Ono Jiro carefully looked at his 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 that?" Yinji insisted on asking why.

"Didn't you just get up? Who just got up at work?" Jiro Ono said with reason.

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

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

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

This time, Jiro Ono raised his head: "The store closes at half past nine... I also want to rest."

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

"Okay okay." Ginji waved his hand, "Then I'll go."

"Walk slowly~"

When Yinci passed by Yang Ming, he unconsciously looked at this slender young man. How long would it take to pass by? It was only a few seconds at best, but that didn't stop him from looking at this person carefully.

Most of the children raised in Jiangnan Water Village have a common characteristic, they are tender and pleasant, and this young man is no exception. What's more, although he looks handsome, his eyebrows and demeanor still carry a sense of vicissitudes, which adds a lot of color to the background.

Yang Ming smelled the smell of soup wafting from his body, chopped green onion, seaweed, sesame oil, and some indescribable aromas. I'm afraid I don't think so at ordinary times. Now I just feel greedy. His stomach was about to move.

Ginji has always been familiar with him, no matter whether he recognizes him or not, he can catch up with two sentences, not to mention that this person in front of him, although he has never met before, always feels a little familiar, so before turning his head, he first looked at him. The wet marks on his shoulders asked, "Is it still snowing outside?"

Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, and the innate self-cultivation of the shop owner made him quickly say: "It stopped a long time ago."

It was because he accidentally bumped into a branch on the way and hit the falling frost that had left him to get wet.

"Is that so." Yinci rubbed his hands together, heaved a sigh of relief in the palm of his hand, and said, "It's cold, let's eat a bowl of wontons."

Eating a bowl of wontons, this sentence somehow planted a seed in Yang Ming's heart, so that after a while, when Jiro Ono asked him what he wanted to eat, he blurted out, "Come on a bowl of shrimp wontons."

"Okay, please wait a moment." Ono Jiro replied fluently.

Wontons are one of the longest-running folk foods, and they are also a classic example of one side's water and soil raising the other side. Wontons in different places have different names, practices and tastes. But no matter where the wontons are, whether they are flat food or wontons, most of them should take advantage of that fresh and warm mouthful to swallow them and feel the smoky atmosphere of the fireworks.

On a chilly day like this, eating a bowl of steaming wontons is perfect.

The wontons are already thin, so it doesn't take long to cook, otherwise the boat that swayed and floated on the soup surface would have been wrecked. Yang Ming sat on the seat and fiddled with the Indonesian-style dragon-shaped incense pot for a while. The 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 Jiro said warmly.

"Thank you." Yang Ming nodded politely, but there was no movement in his hands. He never added vinegar to his wontons. The shop had been cooking the soup for a long time. If he accidentally added some seasoning to it. And if you lose your own taste, it's not worth the loss.

"This looks really good~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was like watching the antiques presented by the guests. He stroked carefully. Under the soft light, the tender wonton skins were floating in the soup like snow gauze. The reddish shrimp was wrapped in it and moved with the waves, just like the insatiable fat goldfish in the pond in Tongwei Park, revealing the belly of white flowers, and the sparkling waves on the body flowed.

Yang Ming lightly scooped up a wonton. The square, thin skin was folded and wrapped in filling. As soon as it touched the lips, it slipped into the mouth smoothly. The soft textured skin, the filling that melted in the mouth, and the mellow soup, That taste is really magical.

He was comforted by the undulating skin and soup in his mouth first, and then lightly bit the meat filling inside. No matter how well the dough is rolled, the meat filling is not good enough, it is too thin, too fat, too oily and too rich, like this fat and thin five flowers are just right, and the shrimp line is drawn cleanly The prawns are so gently bitten, as if the deepest treasures can't escape the inquiries of Jin Xiaowei, and the teeth are clean and smooth. There is nowhere to hide the freshness of the beautiful things. Yang Ming let out a long sigh, Feel the whole body warm up.

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