As dusk falls, Yinhai City looks like a starry sky. The night view of the city is dazzling, but Xin Yunmao in white clothes and black hair looks like the clean moonlight. Even if he has no decorations on his body, he can still suppress the starlight without making a sound, just like the bright moon appears from the shallow clouds, and the stars dim in the night.

Chu Zhishui can hardly describe his feelings at this moment, just like the ancients who were at a loss for words when they looked up at the moon. His heart was touched by the indescribable moonlight, but he couldn't say anything when he came to his lips. He could only record this touching moment with his naked eyes.

This city is huge and prosperous, so big that no one will blame you for your behavior, and so big that no one will care about your life alone. She was used to keeping a distance, people didn't bother each other, and were all within a safe range.

But he said something amazing.

As long as you want to see me, I will come to you.

The simple monsters don't understand the lethality of this sentence to urban people. This is the supreme promise in the busy and alienated daily life, representing the determination to rush no matter how complicated things are, representing the invisible squeezing of one's study, work and rest time, representing the accommodation and tolerance of putting the other person first despite all difficulties.

Everyone has their own life, and the older they get, the less likely they are to do this. Maybe only monsters are stupid.

Chu Zhishui was silent for a long time. She sighed softly: "God is really powerful."

Xin Yunmao was stunned and asked incredulously: "What did you call me?"

"God?" Chu Zhishui asked suspiciously, "Don't all the monsters in the tea garden call you that?"

Xin Yunmao's breath was slightly choked. He was a little at a loss for a moment. Except for the versatile Hu Chenrui, monsters usually called him that after being beaten. This title represents the recognition of his status as a god, but not all monsters accept his existence.

She never accepted gods and believers before. This was the first time she called him that. He was instantly flustered. His chaotic thoughts were like young leaves swaying in the wind, and could only drift with the breeze.

Xin Yunmao felt a little awkward. He subconsciously turned his eyes to the side and looked at Chu Zhishui with his peripheral vision. He suddenly asked suspiciously, "Why are you putting on makeup? Who are you going to see?"

Chu Zhishui was always bare-faced in Huaijiang Bureau. She didn't care about fashion at all, but now her makeup was exquisite, her clothes were decent, and her delicate face was shining with a faint light, which was obviously different from usual.

"Who else can I see today? It's just you."

"...Oh."

Xin Yunmao responded vaguely. He reached out and pinched his earlobe, and found that he had a new function after transforming into a human. In certain situations, his ears would inexplicably heat up.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

"Is it that obvious?" Chu Zhishui raised her eyes in surprise, "Even you can see it."

Xin Yunmao did not answer. He could see it all the time.

Chu Zhishui suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he was so normal after showing up today. Not only did he not talk nonsense narcissistically, he even chose his words carefully and would steal glances at her face from time to time. Sometimes he was like a little animal, deliberately going against her and always saying some speechless remarks, but when he felt that she was in a low mood, he would calm down and could only rub against her silently.

Because he didn't know what to say to make her happy, he stayed beside her without saying a word, which was a very simple way of comforting her.

"A little bit indeed." Chu Zhishui laughed, "But it doesn't matter, just have a good meal, don't I still owe you a meal?"

"I'm not going to the convenience store to eat rice balls today, I'm taking you to an expensive human restaurant."

Zhudu, with its fresh and elegant facade, landscape design of streams and bamboos, misty warm yellow lighting atmosphere, and expensive set meal specifications. This Japanese restaurant is located in a high-rise building. To be honest, the location is quite secret, but there is never a shortage of famous customers, and it frequently appears on the black and red lists of review software.

People who like it praise it highly and call it the best Japanese food in Yinhai, while people who don't like it give it low scores and say that they will never come again. The polarized reviews do not affect its popularity at all. The lack of discussion is the original sin of high-end Japanese restaurants.

A middle-aged manager in a neat suit stood at the front desk. He was checking information on the electronic screen expressionlessly. Occasionally, he gave a light and reserved smile to customers who had finished their meals, and said a farewell message to welcome them back next time.

Outside the door, a couple was suddenly attracted by the exquisite facade. They walked over hand in hand, looked at Zhudu curiously, and chatted: "How about this restaurant tonight?"

"Do you have a menu?" The man asked the middle-aged manager, "Show it to us?" The

middle-aged manager raised his head, he scanned the other person slowly, and said with a fake smile: "Sir, I'm sorry, do you have a reservation?"

"No."

"Then you may not be able to eat today, our seats for the evening are full."

The woman said: "We can wait for a table, you take the menu first."

"Ma'am, I'm really sorry, we operate on a reservation system, and there are limited seats for each time period. We are indeed no longer available tonight." The middle-aged manager casually took the menu, handed it to the other party with both hands, and said warmly, "Of course, you can take a look at the menu, but the dishes change every day. This is our set meal design."

The woman opened the menu and was immediately shocked by the numbers. She exclaimed, "It's so expensive!"

There is no need to order at Zhudu Japanese food, as the dishes have been prepared in advance. You can choose a set meal based on the price. One meal costs an average person's monthly salary, and every bite is the aroma of money.

"Let's go." The man hurriedly picked her up and left, "Let's go to your favorite restaurant." The

middle-aged manager was smiling. He took back the menu easily and contemptuously, and watched the young couple's backs as they ran away. The same thing happened every day, just as punctual as the sun rising and setting.

Not long after, another couple arrived at the Japanese restaurant, and they walked in without saying a word.

The middle-aged manager had seen such reckless couples before. He found that the two had good temperaments, and hurriedly squeezed out a business smile and reminded them: "Sorry, we have a reservation system, there are no vacancies tonight..." A

slow female voice rang: "Then go to the private room."

A pure black card appeared in the middle-aged manager's sight, with the logo of Zhudu Cuisine on it and a small bamboo leaf in the lower right corner. This is the store's membership card. It can only be processed if the consumption reaches a certain amount and a high one-time top-up is made. The advantage is that you can go directly to the private room without sitting in the lobby.

The lobby needs to be booked, and the private room is only for members.

Chu Zhishui handed over the membership card, and seeing that the manager did not respond, she hesitated and asked: "Is the private room occupied?"

She topped up at that time because she thought the private room was suitable for discussing work, but Li Longke and others liked the lobby, and generally there would be no one in the private room.

"No, no, I will lead the way for you now, and you two should be careful on the steps." The middle-aged manager changed his attitude in a second, and led the way in a friendly manner, leading the man and the demon to the private room.

After the winding path, the noise started again. The lobby was full of guests dining. Expensive does not mean quiet environment.

After three rounds of drinking, the intoxicating sake dyed the guests' faces red. Everyone talked loudly in the heated atmosphere, or chatted with colleagues about the projects at hand, or boasted about their social status with their partners. The scene was full of material desires and feasting.

Xin Yunmao saw the noisy crowd and frowned, "Are we going to eat here?"

"Do you want to eat in the lobby?" Chu Zhishui said, "It's a bit noisy here. If you eat in the lobby, you will soon hear the big project of the next table. Maybe they will talk about 200 billion or something."

Many customers like to talk in the lobby. They enjoy the pleasure of showing off. These days, you can't brag about money without "billions".

Xin Yunmao was puzzled: "Two trillion? What are you going to do with it?"

"Who knows? Save the housing market." Chu Zhishui teased, "Every time I come here, it's new. I feel like everyone has hundreds of billions in their hands, and they don't talk about RMB but Zimbabwean dollars."

The middle-aged manager said with a stiff face: "We're in the private room."

The private room was a simple tatami, which isolated the noise from the lobby. The bamboo tube on the side continued to flow with gurgling water, and when it couldn't hold on any longer, it clanged, making a crisp sound, with the artistic conception of bamboo knocking on spring rain.

Chu Zhishui sat down by the tatami. When she saw Xin Yunmao sitting over, she quickly pointed to the seat opposite and explained: "The food will be served here, you can sit there, it's different from taking a car."

Xin Yunmao was stunned and sat opposite her.

Not long after, a waitress in a kimono came in to greet them, and then served the dishes elegantly and politely. She placed countless exquisite small plates on the table one by one, placed them in front of Chu Zhishui and Xin Yunmao, and explained in a low voice how to eat the food, and then quietly left.

There was not much on the exquisite small plates, and the colors were quite bright, but there was only a little of each. Sea bream, caviar, monkfish liver, bluefin tuna, Hokkaido sea urchin, the fresh ingredients were served in an orderly manner, and were colorfully arranged and filled to the brim.

Xin Yunmao looked at the fish encyclopedia on the table, his brows slightly wrinkled: "All fish?"

"Japanese food is basically like this." Chu Zhishui saw that his old problem came back, "Jin Yu can't eat it, don't let your imagination run wild!"

"Humph."

Chu Zhishui said softly: "Try it?"

Xin Yunmao held the chopsticks, he picked up a piece casually, chewed it slowly and swallowed it, just felt that it was tasteless, and couldn't tell what was good about it. He didn't actually need to eat. After being conferred as a god, he completely fasted. Drinking water and sunbathing were his body habits. No plant would refuse photosynthesis.

Because she brought him food, he usually ate, but today's meal was brought by others.

Xin Yunmao raised his eyes to look at Chu Zhishui opposite. She was concentrating on her meal and didn't seem to pay attention to the situation here. He thought for a moment, put the chopsticks back into the chopstick holder, and did not intend to continue eating.

The set meal was for two people, and the tableware was separate. After Chu Zhishui finished eating some, she found that the food in front of Xin Yunmao was not touched at all, and was surprised: "Are you not full? What did you eat outside?"

His normal appetite was definitely more than this, why did he have a bird's stomach today?

Xin Yunmao was caught by her, he picked up the chopsticks hesitantly, and continued to eat reluctantly.

After a while, the sushi chef came in with the ingredients. He first greeted the man and the demon, and then brought Zhudu's specialty sushi.

The waitress introduced politely: "Taketo sushi has a special taste. The rice is wrapped with the best fresh bamboo leaves. Every grain of sushi is imbued with the fragrance of bamboo leaves..."

Xin Yunmao frowned and questioned: "The best fresh bamboo leaves?"

He emphasized the three words "best" to emphasize.

The waitress smiled: "Yes, we can promise you that we have selected the most suitable bamboo leaves for sushi."

Xin Yunmao looked strange, he hesitated: "..."

The sushi chef spread the green bamboo leaves to reveal the rice ball covered underneath. He picked up the rice from the chopping board, skillfully and neatly kneaded it into a ball, and then paired it with fresh fish and a small amount of sauce, and the Taketo sushi was done.

Xin Yunmao's brows were furrowed throughout the whole process. He couldn't accept rubbing rice in his palms. He always felt uncomfortable all over, and his obsession with cleanliness was about to break out.

The sushi chef made a piece of sushi and put it on Chu Zhishui's plate first, and then continued to make Xin Yunmao's portion.

Seeing that she was about to put it in her mouth, Xin Yunmao was surprised and said, "You want to eat this?"

"Yes? Do you want to eat it?" Chu Zhishui took it generously, "Then give it to you first."

"...I don't want to eat it."

Chu Zhishui didn't think it was strange. She ate the Zhudu sushi and it still tasted the same as before.

Xin Yunmao raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone suddenly turned cold. He said in a sinister tone, "Is it delicious? The best fresh bamboo leaves?"

Chu Zhishui nodded happily, "Not bad, after all, they say it's the best."

"..."

She actually thought that was the best bamboo! How can rice wrapped in bamboo leaves after being thawed be called fresh!

Xin Yunmao's face darkened after hearing what she said. He became depressed for no apparent reason and even got angry and refused to eat sushi.

Chu Zhishui: "You really don't want to eat it? Then I'll help you eat it?"

"No."

He would not eat sushi made from low-quality bamboo, nor would he allow his followers to eat crudely made things. Why did this store say that it was made from the best bamboo! ?

At this moment, the waitress in kimono asked with a smile: "You two are halfway through your meal, are you satisfied?"

Before Chu Zhishui could answer, Xin Yunmao said with a cold face: "Not satisfied."

The waitress was stunned: "Excuse me, what are you dissatisfied with? Are you dissatisfied with the service, or..."

"Not to your taste." Xin Yunmao sneered, "The ingredients are not up to the standard you said."

The waitress and the sushi chef looked at each other, whispered a few words, turned around and pushed the door to leave the room, leaving a word before leaving.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The door of the private room slowly closed, leaving only one person and one demon.

Chu Zhishui had been eating calmly and had not been rude throughout the whole process, but now his true colors were finally exposed.

After the waiter left, she jumped up excitedly and said with a gloating smile: "You are done, you are done, young man, you are in trouble. Congratulations on activating the hidden way of eating in this restaurant. Later, a manager with a dagger hidden in his smile will run in and insinuate that you are a country bumpkin with no taste and will not eat their high-end Japanese food!"

Xin Yunmao: “?”

Zhudu often appears on the red and black lists of review software. The reason for the red list is the high-quality ingredients and excellent environment, and the reason for the black list is that this restaurant does not accept any bad reviews of the ingredients.

If a customer thinks that the price-performance ratio of the set meal is unreasonable, a middle-aged manager will come out with a smile, implying that you don’t understand Japanese food. He is willing to give you a discount for your unpleasant dining experience, but will never admit that it is a problem in the store. It must be that your taste is dull and you can’t taste the high or low quality of the ingredients.

This kind of friendly and secretly belittling attitude is the most fatal, often making customers still angry after the discount, and angrily scolding Zhudu management staff on the review software. After all, whoever comes here to eat is not short of money, and this kind of service method is simply disgusting.

Don't ask what Zhudu's business strategy is. Maybe it's to make customers spend money and get humiliated.

Of course, many people still frequently visit Zhudu. They will praise the ingredients in the store, just like experts in the Japanese food industry, and show their noble taste by being able to understand Zhudu's dishes. They will also say that the price-performance ratio is extremely high. You can eat such good Japanese food with such a small amount of money, so you shouldn't be more picky and use it to show off your wealth.

After a while, the door of the private room was opened again, and Chu Zhishui turned into a lady in a second and sat on the tatami again. She was very curious about what Xin Yunmao thought was wrong with the ingredients. Obviously, she never had a picky taste in normal times, and she was waiting to watch the show with great interest. Xin Yunmao

witnessed her Sichuan Opera face change: "..."

As expected, the legendary middle-aged manager appeared, and it was the person who brought them in before. He greeted them politely and asked with a smile: "May I ask what is wrong with the ingredients?"

Xin Yunmao glanced at the manager. He was always blunt with outsiders and said lightly: "Nothing about it is to my taste."

The middle-aged manager thought that Xin Yunmao was deliberately looking for a discount. A trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, but he said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "If you say so, it may not be appropriate. The ingredients in the store are carefully selected by the chef. We choose the best ingredients of the season. Our quality has always been highly recognized..."

"So?" Xin Yunmao sneered, "You said it's the best, so it's the best?"

Xin Yunmao knew what the middle-aged manager was at a glance. He knew clearly that any human being was just working in an expensive restaurant, so he thought he was noble and looked down on his peers by taking advantage of his position.

He initially thought Zhuye was not good enough, but now he thought the manager was not good enough.

How could the Conferred Gods and Monsters bear this kind of humiliation?

Naturally, he confronted the other party.

The middle-aged manager said tactfully: "Is it possible that you are not used to eating Japanese food?"

Xin Yunmao: "This is indeed the first time I eat this."

The middle-aged manager felt even more contemptuous when he heard this. He dragged out his voice and said meaningfully: "Ah, maybe you really can't adapt to it the first time you eat it. The flavor of our ingredients is quite unique. Otherwise, I'll give you a 15% discount this time?"

The middle-aged manager had no intention of pestering. He thought he had taken a step back and stepped down.

When has Xin Yunmao ever lost in being sarcastic? He sneered and said disdainfully: "The flavor of your restaurant is indeed unique. I can tell it's not delicious the first time I eat it."

The middle-aged manager: "..."

"No need to give a discount. It's not easy for anyone." Chu Zhishui saw the manager's face turning pale and blue. She was almost amused by Xin Yunmao's directness. It was the first time in her life that she had such a fresh experience in Zhudu. She smiled and said, "Just eat it."

Xin Yunmao snorted coldly: "No, it's not delicious." The

middle-aged manager also refused to quit. Only the store had the right to say that the customers had poor taste. How could a customer come to Zhudu and directly say it was not delicious. He kept asking, "We certainly can't let you have such an unpleasant dining experience. May I ask what ingredients are not to your liking? Can you just tell me a few words?"

The Japanese meal set had been filtered and screened many times, and there was basically no flaw to be found. He didn't believe that Xin Yunmao could point out the ugly one.

Xin Yunmao stretched out his cold white fingers, pointed at the signature dish casually, and said firmly: "This is not the most suitable bamboo leaf for sushi."

The middle-aged manager said decisively: "Impossible, you don't know, Zhudu Sushi is the signature of the store, and it is completely created by Zhudu. We carefully select the best quality varieties in the world and use a special bamboo leaf produced in Japan. This is how we create the flavor that best matches sushi..." "

Why do you always use 'best'?" Xin Yunmao said coldly, "Do you know bamboo better, or do I know bamboo better?"

He really didn't understand what was wrong with the world today. There were actually mortals who thought they knew bamboo better than him.

"Maybe you are a botanist and have done in-depth research on various types of bamboo, but I believe that Zhudu knows Zhudu sushi better. When it comes to making sushi with bamboo leaves, there is really no better choice."

"..."

Xin Yunmao stood up silently. He suddenly walked to the corner and did not respond to the middle-aged manager.

Just as the middle-aged manager was pleased with his victory, he saw Xin Yunmao went to wash his hands. There was a small sink in the private room, and it was also equipped with a clean towel.

After Xin Yunmao finished his preparations, he returned to the table, looked at the rice on the chopping board, and picked up a ball. He did not use the special rice wrapped in bamboo leaves, but used the clean rice in the bowl on the side.

The sushi chef was halfway through his work and was taken out by the waiter to find the manager before he had removed the various ingredients. He wanted to speak out to stop them, but he couldn't communicate with them, so he could only grumble to the manager.

The middle-aged manager stopped him, "Sir, I'm sorry, let the store staff make the sushi. You just sit at the table and enjoy the food."

Chu Zhishui: "It's okay, let him make one. He's probably just curious."

Xin Yunmao lowered his head and kneaded the sushi carefully. He lowered his dark eyelashes. He remembered the order after watching it twice. He kneaded it into a ball slowly, then dipped it in the sauce and put the fish slices on it. His long, bony fingers, clean and round nails, and his easeful movements really looked pleasing to the eye, more like a sushi chef than a real one. After kneading

the first one, he put it in Chu Zhishui's water bowl, then looked at her eagerly, with obvious anticipation. Suddenly, he looked like a large dog wagging its tail.

Chu Zhishui felt a little awkward at first. She was fine eating the sushi chef's work, but she always felt that eating the sushi he made was a little different in her heart.

She didn't want to spoil the fun, so she ate it in a show of support, chewing slowly, and then her eyes widened, praising him generously: "It's delicious!"

The smooth and delicious fish fillet, the rice balls with a moderate taste, the slightly spicy mustard, and the sweetness of the fresh bamboo leaves, compared with his work, the taste of Zhudu Sushi seemed bland. This is the fresh green of the bamboo forest after the rain, with the light fragrance of the young leaves on the branches, which is endless aftertaste.

Chu Zhishui looked at him in disbelief. She didn't expect that he could hold sushi in his hand. Could it be that the demonic energy made the sushi taste better?

Xin Yunmao raised his chin slightly: "Than what they make?"

Chu Zhishui stole a glance at the sushi chef. She felt that telling the truth would hurt others, but the other party seemed not to understand, so she confessed: "...It seems to be more delicious."

The sushi chef's skills of more than ten years were not as good as the novice monster. This was indeed a bit of a blow to his self-confidence.

"It's just this kind of thing. If you want to eat it, I'll make it for you every day." Xin Yunmao was finally satisfied. He continued to operate complacently and said arrogantly, "Isn't it enough to have hands?"

He didn't believe that there was any bamboo in the world that was better than him. How could the sushi outside be more hygienic and delicious than his!

Xin Yunmao quickly made several sushi. He felt that human cooking was quite simple. In the past, he thought that it was necessary to cook with a fire. Who would have thought that there was such a direct way to make it.

Seeing that he was acting as if no one was around and really treated the store staff as nothing, the middle-aged manager said with a fake smile: "I understand that you two have a good relationship and your girlfriend is very considerate, but what you make is different from what is made in the store. Can we let our professional chefs do it?"

What's wrong with these two people? Just now he said that the ingredients were not to his liking, and now he might as well make it himself.

"..."

Xin Yunmao was planning to fight this snobbish mortal to the end, but who would have expected the middle-aged manager to suddenly say such a thing.

He was so surprised when he heard the word "girlfriend" that he almost dropped the rice ball on the ground. His smooth jawline instantly tightened, and the sharp and cold aura dissipated, replaced by the scarlet color that silently climbed up his neck. He pursed his lips tightly, seemingly without any expression, but his trembling pupils had already revealed something strange, like the sparkling light of broken water.

Chu Zhishui felt as if she was burned, she waved her hands in panic, and said with a hot face: "No, no, no, I misunderstood!"

Middle-aged manager: "?"

"Okay, you're lucky." Xin Yunmao stared at the other party for a long time, he uttered a meaningful sentence, looked at the sushi chef behind him, and said indifferently, "I'll give you another chance, you let him try it, which one is better."

The middle-aged manager just wanted to laugh when he heard this, and felt that Xin Yunmao was short-sighted and stubborn.

The essence of Japanese food is the master's exquisite craftsmanship. Not to mention that the other party's level is far from that of the master, he did not use bamboo leaf rice at all, but only ordinary rice. This is a world of difference in ingredients. The quality of ingredients can be said to be the decisive factor in Japanese food.

Of course, the middle-aged manager will not confront head-on. He spoke to the master in Japanese and emphasized that he must speak his true feelings. He planned to add fuel to the fire and translate it back into Chinese to implicitly criticize Xin Yunmao.

The sushi chef did not understand how things had developed to this point. He simply completed the pre-meal ceremony, took a piece of sushi from the plate, put it in his mouth and tasted it. As soon as the rice entered his mouth, he felt something was obviously different. He was more professional than Chu Zhishui. He immediately chewed it seriously, as if he was repeatedly experiencing the unique taste.

He shook his head while tasting it, and finally showed an expression of surprise. He didn't even say his evaluation directly, but gave Xin Yunmao a thumbs up and nodded repeatedly as if he had met a kindred spirit in a foreign land.

Middle-aged manager: "???"

The middle-aged manager tasted it in disbelief, and soon his face changed drastically, which could be described as embarrassing.

Why can he knead it better than the professional chef?

And his technique is better, it's obvious that he didn't use special rice, so where did the bamboo leaf flavor come from! ?

Xin Yunmao had a blank expression on his face, and said word by word: "Now change your words and say that you didn't use the best bamboo leaves."

"..."

The middle-aged manager kicked the iron plate and looked around in disbelief, trying to find the camera hidden in the dark. He now seriously suspected that these two were playing a trick on him. Could it be that some video blogger brought a top sushi master to Zhudu to slap him in the face?