"Miss Miwako is from Atami City?"
The young man with a tachi attached to his waist washed his hands and imitated Miwako's technique before, cutting off the middle and naked flesh of the remaining bluefin tuna on the table along the beautiful texture.
Shape the vinegared rice wrapped with large pieces of fish into a sushi roll similar to a rice ball. While massaging it with your fingertips, it is grilled secretly using the temperature control ability of Yan Ling Junyan. Finally, the large sushi roll is fed to the head. Zhao Xi's mouth was full of hope.
The cute little girl held the warm rice balls in her hands, her cheeks bulging, and Li Longyuan smiled happily.
The young master really understands her. In fact, the sushi sashimi at the beginning was so cold that it had no taste at all and the quantity was small.
The female chef's eyelids trembled when she saw this scene. The sushi feast she had just executed so smoothly did not receive any strong praise from the guests at all.
"Yes, I have lived in Atami since I was a child. After graduating from university, I worked as an apprentice and craftsman at Mitani Sushi Restaurant in Tokyo for two years. But there, a woman could never become a chef. So I came back and prepared to make money in Atami opens a sushi restaurant of his own and is committed to training female sushi chefs.”
Miwako still responded sincerely, her eyes were clear and clear, and she had a rare craftsman spirit.
The so-called Japanese craftsman spirit refers to the selfless state of reaching the pinnacle of a certain industry and devoting one's life to this beloved career.
"That's it! I asked you why Miss Miwako has a Tokyo accent in her words, and her knife skills are so skillful and elegant. It seems that she practiced a lot when she was an apprentice. Where there is a will, there is a way!"
These words made the fair-skinned and beautiful female chef with slender waist and long legs tremble slightly, but she still responded softly: "Yes, knife skills are a necessary skill for every chef to learn before taking up the job. It is related to the taste of sushi by the guests." Later evaluation.”
Zhou Chen on the side listened hard to the conversation between the two in Japanese, while Si Yao's expression moved and he looked at the female chef in front of him without any trace.
She is so beautiful and has a slim figure. Even if she deliberately wears a plain headscarf and a printed chef's overalls, she can't hide her aura.
"I thought for a moment that the hand was holding a murder knife. How rude."
Shang Shanlan bowed to someone for the first time, completely showing her neck to the female chef in front of her. In fact, in Japanese culture, the original bowing ceremony meant showing the most vulnerable parts of the human body to the other party, expressing a kind of sincerity of the weak to the strong.
As long as the opponent wants to, he can chop at this fragile neck with a knife or hand at any time.
There is a funny scene in the movie Pirates of the Caribbean. Pirates salute knights. When the knights bow back in aristocratic manners, the pirates swarm up with big axes and chop off their heads.
Si Yao had already put his hand on his lower back with alert eyes. Zhou Chen also reacted and sat upright.
The housekeeper Kimura Hiroshi looked at the strange atmosphere in the room with some surprise.
"Lan-kun is joking, is it because I have butchered too many fresh fish brought from the sea, so even my knife skills reveal a murderous aura?"
The atmosphere in the room was silent for a while. The woman's black eyebrows were raised and lowered like a knife, and the sound was as clear as pearls hitting a silver plate.
The young man slowly raised his head, staring into her beautiful eyes like ink-colored gemstones with his deep and vast eyes. The wildfire burning inside made Miwako feel fear for no reason, thinking of the bottomless cliff she jumped off many years ago.
This is the gaze from the Supreme, the abyss of despair.
"You're holding the knife backwards."
Lan, who was wearing a shirt, curled his lips and smiled softly, like spring breeze turning into rain, and all the deadly murderous intentions hidden in the room disappeared in an instant. It's like nothing happened.
Si Yao and Zhou Chen also stopped immediately, but their eyes were still wary.
Only Miwako was still holding the willow blade (sushi knife) with her backhand, and her slender fingers had lost their color and turned pale due to exertion. No one could personally experience the feeling that life did not belong to them.
"I heard that Atami is a famous hot spring town, how about we go experience it together and try the taste of hot spring boiled eggs."
The handsome young man stood up calmly, straightened the sword at his waist and the folds of his robe slowly, and suggested by the way.
He can completely play the role of the noble Prince Genji who was loved by women during the Heian period.
It was hard for anyone to refuse his proposal, especially since he was the legitimate owner of this black stone mansion.
Kimura Hiroshi had already summoned a maid to serve outside, and told her to prepare the eggs and sake in a bag as well as men's and women's bathrobes.
"Master, please follow me."
The old housekeeper led the way, and they, including Miwako, walked out of the side door and walked along the cobblestone path to the back garden full of cherry blossom trees. The hot spring filled with mist was right next to the branches full of pink cherry blossoms. Hiding.
A maid came up and handed her a bathrobe, but Shang Shanlan refused. She just motioned for Si Yao to take the tray with eggs and sake and follow her.
The marble-carved hot spring pool has a European Renaissance beauty, and traces of modern renovation can be seen.
Shang Shanlan sat down directly by the pool, lifted up his robe and put his feet into the hot spring water, while Si Yao packed the eggs in a net bag and placed them in another independent small hot spring pool.
"It's so peaceful!"
Zhao Xi and Miwako followed suit and sat down around the hot spring pool, leaning on the left side of Li Longyuan. Si Yao and Zhou Chen sat further away knowingly. They looked up and looked through the water as if they were soaking their feet in a foot bath. From the intertwined flower branches, you can see the blue sky above your head, with goshawks circling and singing in the clouds.
It made Si Yao even have the illusion that the head of the family was not here to perform a mission, but to take them on a trip abroad at public expense.
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Miwako looked curiously at the young man who was resting with his hands on the ground and his eyes closed.
Just by raising her eyes, she felt that she had been seen through. But the other party didn't say anything and just passed it off easily.
"Fifty years of life,
The past seems like a dream,
Within the world,
How can there be anyone who lives forever? "
The young man in a black-striped haori kimono clapped his palms and sang softly the Japanese song Oda Nobunaga composed before his death, with a touch of sadness revealed in his cold tone.
Anyone who hears this can't help but think of the man who was once called the "Owari Family Fool". He harbored the ambition of spreading military force across the world and rode on a horse to various battlefields. In the end, he was betrayed by his retainers and had no way out. In the raging fire. Honnoji committed seppuku.
It's true that Wang Tu's hegemony is just a joke, and his life is no longer a drunken one.
Kimura Hiroshi was also immersed in the artistic conception. He looked at the new owner of the mansion and found that he looked calm and unparalleled in domineering. Not at all affected by Nobunaga's fate.
After all, so what if we can really unify the world, after all, it will only take fifty years.
"The boiled eggs should be ready."
Shang Shanlan opened his eyes and reminded the lost old butler that Kimura Hiroshi walked to another small pool and took out the net bag, respectfully put the boiled eggs and sake on the tray and presented it.
"It would taste better if dipped in soy sauce."
Zhao Xi watched Li Longyuan peeling the eggs intently and pursed his lips greedily to express his opinion.
"Wait a moment." Kimura Hao chuckled and was about to send someone to get it.
In an instant, the footsteps were erratic, the celadon flagon trembled, and the urgent sound of the alarm spread throughout the beach.
