Put the fried shrimp into your mouth and bite it gently. The skin is crispy and the shrimp meat is not sticky to the teeth at all. It is extremely tender and smooth. The best thing is that it is extremely delicious but also has a light aroma, like the smell of some flowers.

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Chew and taste carefully, the shrimp meat combines various flavors, including seaweed, minced green onion, and a little shredded ginger. These fusion flavors not only do not take away the ocean flavor of the fried shrimp meat, but actually complement each other.

"Not only does it look like a phoenix tail, but it also tastes as fresh and sweet as a phoenix tail." Squeezing in lemon juice, Shimada Nobunaga took a bite of the tempura fried shrimp and was filled with emotion.

"If it's delicious, it's delicious. With so many words, I'll eat another one." While the handsome guy sitting next to him was savoring it carefully, Mr. Qianyuan had already picked up one with quick eyes and hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Don't take it from my plate!"

"No, I ate too fast just now and didn't taste the taste." Qianyuan looked at the fried shrimp with phoenix tail in front of him, pursed his lips, and felt as if he had been scratched by a cat.

He put his finished plate aside and waited for the waiter to clear it. He looked at the table next to him, and the aroma was like a little hook, attracting people to eat.

"Are you Zhu Bajie who eats ginseng fruit? You want my share, but that's not okay." Shimada Nobunaga decisively refused.

"Stingy." Qianyuan curled her lips.

The staple food he ordered didn't come, so he could only turn his attention to other people's plates.

He glanced at the angry expression next to him.

Forget it, let's wait for the food to be served. Mr. Qianyuan ordered Indian curry specially because he wanted to taste the flavor of the place of origin.

He smiled at the waiter carrying the tray, took the plate from the other person's hand, and distributed it to the people on the table in turn.

Take out the chopsticks on the side and run them through hot water to disinfect them.

Qianyuan stretched out his hand and pulled Hirata, who was biting tempura in a daze, "Take the vinegar from the back... Hirata, why are you in a trance? Did you not sleep last night?"

"I did sleep a little late last night..."

I drank a lot before going home.

He subconsciously turned around to get the vinegar, and then handed the bottle to Qianyuan.

Is there something wrong?

Qianyuan took the vinegar bottle in his hand, poured a little on the plate, then raised his chin and said, "Chili sauce."

Hirata unconsciously turned around to get the chili sauce.

I……

He squeezed the bottle of chili sauce tightly and frowned.

"That's not right, I'm the president!" Hirata came back to his senses, as if he was being called around strangely.

In terms of age, the other party is a minor who can't even drink. In terms of status, he is a big boss at the level of president.

Where does he have the qualifications to shout and drink?

Then he frowned.

"never mind."

Qianyuan said to the two people next to him: "Matsuda, please pass me the chili sauce, thank you."

Matsuda was sincerely startled. He didn't expect that he would have something to do with himself this time.

He raised his hand, held the bottle and passed it around.

Qianyuan placed the hot sauce handed over from the next door in front of his president, and said sadly: "I just asked you to get some hot sauce and you got angry? You have changed. After two years of degenerate life, you have completely reduced yourself to a mere meal."

The lazy pig!"

"No, you have lost my Aston Martin in the garage, how can you be so mad?" Hirata said in embarrassment.

"As compensation, I will eat tempura starting tomorrow. This is an order! No matter how much oil I spend, I have to eat it." Mr. Lazy Pig made trouble unreasonably.

"I don't know why you are so obsessed with that illusory new car and tempura." Qianyuan shook his head.

"The Aston Martin is not important now. It is gone anyway. I just want to see tempura and all kinds of fried food on the dining table tomorrow, from fried shrimp to fried meatballs and fried pork chops." The president said.

The gentleman emphasized, exuding the aura of a middle-aged man, but only if you ignore his willful words.

Qianyuan scratched his head, a little reminded of the client and his immediate superior in his previous life. The only difference may be that the president's requirements are more implementable.

"Okay." Qianyuan pursed her lips, "But there will be no more test subjects tomorrow. I have to see how to do it tonight."

"That's pretty much it."

Hirata, who foresaw a happy life in the future, smiled proudly and stabbed straight into the plate with the chopsticks in his hand.

Chihara also brought up the hot sauce he had just borrowed from Matsuda, gently opened the lid, scooped out a few large pieces with a small spoon and put it on top of the rice.

Shimada Nobunaga moved his nose slightly, sniffed twice, and smelled the pungent smell on the plate below. He felt like he was going crazy. He suddenly asked: "Qianhara, can you really stand this?"

"It's okay." The young man nodded.

"But this thing is a bit exaggerated..." Nobunaga's fingers trembled involuntarily.

Matsuda, who was still concentrating on cooking, raised his head curiously when he heard these words and looked directly at him.

But when I saw this scene, I couldn't help but feel palpitations. Even in the middle of winter, I could break out in a cold sweat.

The curry rice was red in color at first sight. It was thickly covered with rice. The spicy oil soaked the curry rice to make it translucent and shiny. It was as thick as Mount Tai. It was a masterpiece that spanned eight wilderness areas and was now placed in front of Mr. Qianyuan.

Like bones oozing out of a mire of blood, Shimada Nobunaga was stunned when he looked at the "slightly spicy" curry rice next door. He regretted why he wanted to be a scholar.

"The spiciness is just average." Qianyuan gave it a final stir, put a spoonful into his mouth, and made a slurping sound. It was indeed not as exciting as the spicy sole chips he bought in the supermarket.

"Please wait a moment..."

Shimada Nobunaga looked at the waiter.

"Do you need anything?"

“It seems we ordered mild spicy food.”

"Yes, this one is slightly spicy." The waiter said calmly, as if he was already used to the customer's attitude.

"Is this so spicy?" Shimada Nobunaga trembled all over.

Just sitting here, the smell hits my nose and makes my eyes sore.

"Don't worry, it's just normal. You see your friend is still covering it with hot sauce." The waiter said calmly, "We guarantee that the spiciness is only 'slightly spicy', very mild."

"Could it be that you are making a fuss out of a molehill?" He smiled.

"But I feel like I will die if I eat it..." Shimada Nobunaga said in fear.

After hearing what he said, Qianyuan put down the spoon, sighed, then put his hand on Nobunaga's shoulder, looked at him with a heavy face, and remained silent.

The tolerance of Japanese people is really low.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it." Matsuda sincerely consoled him.

"It's not a question of whether you can eat it or not." Shimada Nobunaga waved his hand, "I heard that food culture has to be adapted to the local customs, and it has to change depending on the region. Just like the Chinatown in Yokohama next door is actually opened for the Japanese.

Yes, the restaurant's food has been adjusted to suit local tastes. The seasoning is sweeter and less chili pepper should be used..."

His thoughts were divergent, and then he sighed softly: "But why are you completely unreasonable in this store?"

Is this stuff meant for human consumption?

Shimada Nobunaga looked at the plate of hot Indian curry in front of him and was at a loss. At least he couldn't eat it. He then turned to look at the magic modified version with enhanced power next to him.

"Hmm~~delicious!"

Mr. Qianyuan dug out a large spoonful, put it into his mouth delicately, and used his upper lip to scrape the rice in the spoon into his mouth. He picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, then put a piece of the main ingredient in his mouth with a spoon, and put it into his mouth.

The curry wrapped in chicken looks spicy, but the taste is different after you eat it.

It's spicy but not spicy, making it acceptable, and then the strong taste cuts through the throat, leaving a spiciness and strong stamina.

It tastes delicious.

"This is the first time I have eaten such delicious chicken curry." Qian Yuan commented.

"Thank you very much for your compliment." The waiter was surprised at first, then bowed in surprise.

"Is it really delicious?" Shimada Nobunaga was doubtful.

I glanced around and saw that everyone seemed to be enjoying their meal.

He tried to cross the table, reach into the opposite plate and taste a small spoonful, then his eyebrows twisted, his nose was tilted to one side, but there seemed to be a sauce shop between his lips and teeth, salty, sour and spicy.

Get out of here.

Swallowing deeply, he picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of his eyes, then blew his nose and threw it into the trash can.

It's a fraud, Mr. Nobunaga is convinced.

"Qianhara, you can eat spicy food so much?" Shimada Nobunaga pushed the untouched curry in front of the boy, "Help me solve it."

"Fine."

I don’t know why, but the taciturn Matsuda sincerely looked at Qianyuan opposite and always felt that he had a common problem. But after thinking about it, he seemed to have no such experience.

He was stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!