Ning Weimin walked in first with his head held high, so she had no choice but to follow him into the restaurant.

The shop is indeed not big inside, but the arrangement of tables and chairs is very special.

In the center of the room, there is a long platform one to four meters long and one meter wide. Three sides of the platform are iron round stools nailed to the ground. There are probably less than twenty seats.

The countertops and stools are naturally painted white, and there are cleverly installed lighting equipment on the long table to feast the eyes of customers.

On the countertop at an equal distance from the round stools, there were already placed large and small bottles and jars containing condiments.

The most unique thing in this store is undoubtedly a belt that moves in circles on the table at regular intervals.

The belt, which looked like a factory assembly line, placed small round porcelain plates of equal sizes, but inside they contained different varieties of sushi, each in a small plate.

This constantly moving belt rotates in front of a few customers.

When the plate taken away by the customer is transferred to the curtain made of colorful beads, which should be the back kitchen, the people inside will immediately replenish the empty plate chosen by the customer.

In the eyes of Yao Peifang, who has never even tasted sushi, such a scene is definitely unique and unconventional.

In fact, the store owner probably thinks so too.

As soon as the two people entered the store, an Obasan who was responsible for receiving customers came over with a smile, bowed slightly and said to the two people, "Two guests, welcome to our store. Excuse me, is this your first time here?

?If so, the way of picking up food in our store is a bit special, I'm afraid I need to introduce it to you first..."

Yao Peifang probably understood these few Japanese sentences. Thinking about what Ning Weimin said today, and looking for an opportunity to practice speaking, she took the initiative to ask the store to introduce them.

Unexpectedly, the store owner heard her non-standard Japanese speech, realized that she was a foreigner with unfamiliar Japanese, and immediately seemed hesitant.

He seemed quite troubled and worried that he would not be able to communicate smoothly and explain clearly.

However, just when Yao Peifang was blushing and her confidence was hit.

Ning Weimin spoke up and clearly told the store in Japanese that there was no need to introduce him, saying that he knew the rules.

Then he took Yao Peifang to sit down in a quiet place and told her casually in Chinese, "Please look at each plate on the conveyor belt. They have different colors or patterns. Through this, the store can calculate your

We will pay the bill and charge the corresponding fee. So we can just take what we want to eat and eat it ourselves. This is equivalent to a buffet. The store can save a lot of labor costs. As for the speed of the conveyor belt, it is about eight centimeters per second, which is

The speed that everyone will agree on is just enough time for customers to look at and think about which dish to choose. Too slow will make people anxious, and too fast will make people anxious."

Although this is his first time here, he is from the information age after all. How could he have never eaten conveyor belt sushi before?

Of course the doorway here is very clear.

Even after sitting down, he was still patiently teaching Yao Peifang how to adjust the soy sauce and how to dip it in soy sauce, and continued to complain that the sashimi quality of this kind of sushi was not in line with the high standards of professional sushi restaurants and could only be regarded as something to fill the stomach.

This made Yao Peifang secretly complain - she didn't expect that Manager Ning, who looked so well-groomed, was actually a person accustomed to spending public funds. He was so familiar with Japanese sushi restaurants! Hey, he learned so bad at such a young age.

Japan doesn’t know how to indulge in extravagance and waste every day. If everyone is like him, how can our country be better off?

However, as everyone knows, the store owner is actually more embarrassed than she is.

That Obasan couldn't even figure it out. Everyone would be surprised and amazed by their home-made conveyor belt sushi.

But this foreigner was obviously here for the first time, but he was very familiar with the business and acted like a regular customer.

He even knew that there was a hot water faucet installed in front of each turntable, as well as teacups and tea leaves. It was not like the first time customers always yelling for the store to make tea, and they made it themselves.

In short, the more she looked at it, the more strange it became. She couldn't help but run to the kitchen to report the news to the real boss, Yoshiaki Shiraishi.

"Look, here are two strange foreign customers. It's their first time, but they seem to be very familiar with our store. I said, boss, did you really come up with this idea by yourself?

Isn’t it possible that other countries already have such stores? If so, I think your plan to sell the franchise to others will come to nothing.”

The boss, who was sweating profusely and busy at work, immediately stopped everything and responded dissatisfiedly.

"It's impossible. This store is completely our own creation. I haven't opened a store outside Osaka. How can there be something similar? Which customer? I want to see..."

Unexpectedly, just by looking at it, he was so angry that he got hit in the head by his wife.
Chapter completed!