Hondou Eikai, who was sitting in the restaurant and looking at the menu, suddenly heard a familiar voice. He looked up and saw a dazzling purple color. He could easily tell who the other person was just by looking at the back.
She quickly cast her eyes on the menu, listening to the conversation in her ears, she couldn't read the contents of the menu at all. Why was Fujiwara Yu here? Was he doubting her and came to put pressure on her?
Soutarou Goji, who was sitting across from her, didn't notice anything unusual about Rena Mizunashi. He closed the menu, stroking his greasy head, and asked with a smile, pretending to be a gentleman:
"Ms. Mizuno, have you decided what to order? Don't be polite with me, just order whatever you want."
"Hmm?" Hondou Eikai reacted and said with a wry smile, "I'm not feeling well today. I'd rather you make the choice, Mr. Goji. I'm not picky about food."
"Okay, I've been to this restaurant a few times. Their best dishes are the boiled pork slices and spicy shrimp. Waiter, come over here for a moment. We need to order!"
Hondou Eikai picked up the lemonade from the table. If Goji Sotaro hadn't been on the list, she really wouldn't have wanted to eat with him. Her gaze drifted vaguely to Fujiwara Yuu, but she realized he didn't want to pay any attention to her at all, only focused on ordering food. Was he really just here to eat, or was she overthinking it?
If Fujiwara Yuu knew what was going on in Hondou Eikai's mind, he would definitely nod affirmatively and say that he was just there to eat. Bumping into her and Sōji Sōtaro here was a coincidence that wasn't really a coincidence.
He didn't want to care about this matter now. He wanted to wait until he was full and then deal with it, so as to do justice to this table of delicious food.
Fuqi Feipian, Kung Pao Chicken, Twice-Cooked Pork, Boiled Pork Slices, and Bacon Fried Rice.
When the five dishes were served, Fujiwara Yu's face changed. He realized that this restaurant seemed to specialize in spicy dishes. As someone who was not very good at eating spicy food, he was really worried that he would only be able to eat white rice.
He looked up at Hattori Heiji, who was rubbing his hands in anticipation, and said helplessly:
"Hattori, at least order a green dish. Every dish here is red. Won't you get visually tired?"
"Huh? There are green ones." Hattori Heiji pointed at the cilantro on the Fuqi Feipian (Five-Piece Beef Rib) and the garlic sprouts in the twice-cooked pork, and said confidently, "Aren't there green ones in all these dishes?"
"...I know you don't like vegetables, but you can't not order any vegetarian dishes."
Fujiwara Yu called over the waiter and finally chose a dish of scrambled eggs with leeks that looked more refreshing from a pile of bright red dishes. He thought the dish should not be spicy, but when it was served, he saw the chili peppers cut into small pieces. If he took them all out, they could be pieced together to form the complete remains of two chili peppers.
This restaurant really loves spicy food. Even the vegetables have to be mixed with some chili to make them taste good.
For his own safety, Fujiwara Yuu asked the waiter to serve him a cup of yogurt to help with the spicy food. When he caught a glimpse of the Fuqi Feipian he had ordered, he looked up at the waiter and asked a question that almost tripped him up:
"Hello, may I ask if the couple in your dish Fuqi Feipian refers to a couple of livestock and poultry?"
The waiter's eyes widened subconsciously when he heard the question. It wasn't that he was shocked, but he really thought the question was very interesting and wanted to laugh. However, he was afraid that the diner would misunderstand that he was making fun of him, so he had to force himself to hold back his laughter. After he calmed down, he shook his head and explained:
"No, sir, you misunderstood. The couple in Fuqi Feipian refers to the fact that the dish was created by a married couple, not that we need to select a married couple of livestock to make it."
After he finished speaking, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the diner didn't think the couple referred to a human couple. Then, the restaurant where he worked could film a sequel to the horror film, "Eight Immortals Restaurant: Husband and Wife's Lung Slices."
Fujiwara Yuu had been marveling at the meticulous attention to detail paid to ingredients when preparing Chinese cuisine, but now it seemed he'd been overthinking it. He looked at Hattori Heiji, whose face was red from stifling laughter, and unhappily kicked him lightly in the calf.
He turned his head to look at the waiter and said calmly:
"So that's what happened. Thank you for your explanation."
"You're welcome. Please enjoy your meal. I'll be right over there if you need anything. Just wave at me and I'll come over." The waiter bowed politely, then turned and stood by the counter at the stairs, always watching for diners who needed help.
Fujiwara Yu looked at the dishes in front of him and finally chose the cold dish of Fuqi Feipian as an appetizer. He picked up a piece of beef tripe. To be honest, Japanese cuisine rarely uses this part in cooking. It was his first time to eat beef tripe.
The bright red chili oil coats the beef tripe, and its color clearly indicates that it has been thoroughly seasoned. The spicy chili oil is paired with the savory seasoning, and the unique aroma of white sesame and coriander blends with the crispy beef tripe, leaving a lasting aftertaste.
It has to be said that the deliciousness of this dish of Fuqi Feipian exceeded Fujiwara Yu's expectations. As a cold dish, it not only successfully stimulated his taste buds, but also made him want to mix it with white rice and enjoy it.
He glanced at the steaming signature gravy rice and had to suppress the urge with regret. He decided to try this way of eating it when he came to this restaurant again.
"Brother Takashi, Brother Sakata, you should try this twice-cooked pork quickly. The fatty but not greasy meat slices are really delicious when eaten with garlic sprouts! The last time I felt that vegetables became delicious was when I was eating Okonomiyaki!" Hattori Heiji picked up a large piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth with satisfaction, and signaled them with his eyes to eat quickly, otherwise he would finish the whole plate by himself.
The taste of the twice-cooked pork, Kung Pao chicken, and boiled pork slices were all very good. Although they all looked red in color, they all had different flavors. The twice-cooked pork was spicy, the Kung Pao chicken was sweet and spicy, and the boiled pork slices were spicy. The three different spicy flavors made people feel fresh when eating each dish.
Fujiwara Yu picked up a piece of mung bean sprouts from the boiled pork slices, and after putting it in his mouth without any precautions, he drank up the half-eaten yogurt on the table in one breath. He never expected that the mung bean sprouts soaked in the soup would be several times spicier than the pork slices.
He felt like he had lost all feeling in his mouth, so he had no choice but to call the waiter to bring him another cup of yogurt to cool it down. He sipped the yogurt and watched Hattori Heiji and Sakata Usuke still devouring their food, and couldn't help but sigh: These two can really handle spicy food.
"Brother Takagi, don't you want to eat fried rice? It tastes very good, but the chili in it is a bit hard to pick." After Hattori Heiji showed off his second bowl of bacon fried rice, he suddenly found that Takagi Sosuke was not eating anything and was only drinking yogurt, so he couldn't help but ask.
"No, you guys eat, I'm full."
"Okay, I was thinking that if you want to eat it, you should order another serving of fried rice." Hattori Heiji smiled and put the remaining bacon fried rice into his own bowl, then continued to eat it.
Fujiwara Yu rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Can't you just ask politely?"
He drank the rest of the yogurt and saw Hattori Heiji's embarrassed look after being choked by the chili pepper. He said helplessly:
"Eat slowly, no one is competing with you."
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