Chapter 1232

It is not the peak tourist season for Mount Fuji at this time. The town under the snow-capped mountains is in a desolate state. There are a few crumbling houses scattered here and there, sparsely populated, and shadows of trees. If it were used to make a horror movie, even the scenery would be omitted, but this is not scary. Yang Ming comes out from time to time to look for food inspiration. He stared at the few lights on the street unhurriedly. He wanted to think about whether to go to the hotel to make bowls of instant noodles to survive, or to go to the small shop recommended online to challenge his appetite. Inadvertently, In the meantime, he found what he was looking for.

A weak light bulb hung in front of the wooden door, like a moonlight blocking the desolation. It also illuminated the wooden door underneath, and Yang Ming was able to see the four faint words on the signboard on the door. .

"Sukiyabashi Jiro".

"It turns out this is here, I finally found it..."

I just don’t know what this restaurant is like. Could it be as deceptive as some unscrupulous restaurants?

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

Yang Ming gently pressed the golden copper door handle and pushed it down with a little force. The wooden door naturally opened to the outside, and the sound of the welcoming bell rang in his ears clear and beautiful.

The wind and snow all over his body seemed to melt away the moment he entered the door. The warm and drunken lights in the store shone on Yang Ming's body, imbuing him with a shallow halo. He exhaled softly and looked at Mt. Fuji. The cold breath lingers, but disappears invisible on the way forward.

Perhaps it was getting late, and there were not many customers in the store at this time. The old man at the counter was busy calculating the accounts, and chatted with the guests who were eating, with a slightly surprised tone: "Huh? You?" Did you actually find a job?"

"What are you talking about?" Ginci casually took out a napkin and wiped his mouth, "Do I look like I can't find a job?"

Ono Jiro took a closer look at his pale complexion due to not seeing the sun for a long time, as well as his hands as delicate as works of art, and nodded seriously: "Like."

"How come it's the same?" Ginci was reluctant and insisted on asking the reason.

"Didn't you just get up? Who just got up at this hour from work?" Ono Jiro said reasonably.

"I work the night shift...night shift, do you understand?" Ginci glanced at the old man, "Okay, I'll put the money here."

"Uh-huh." Onojiro seemed to have not finished settling the account yet, and was still struggling.

"By the way, does the store provide late night snacks?" Ginci asked again.

This time Onojiro raised his head: "The store closes at half past nine...I also need to rest."

He is not as laid-back as Ginji, who can sleep until evening and then get up leisurely.

"Okay, okay." Ginci waved his hand, "Then I'm leaving."

"Walk slowly~"

When Ginci passed by Yang Ming, he unconsciously looked at this slender young man. How long could he pass by him? It only lasted a few seconds at best, but this did not prevent him from taking a closer look at this person.

Most of the children raised in the Jiangnan water town have a common characteristic, tender and lovely, and the young man in front of him is no exception. If he is determined to get involved in the entertainment industry, he may become the dream lover of many little girls. What's more, although he has a youthful and handsome appearance, his eyebrows and expression still have a bit of a charming sense of vicissitudes of life, which adds a lot to his background.

Yang Ming smelled the smell of soup coming from his body, including chopped green onion, seaweed, sesame oil, and some indescribable aroma. Normally, he probably wouldn't have noticed it, but now he felt like a glutton had entered his heart. My stomach was ready to stir.

Ginci has always been a familiar person, no matter whether he knows him or not, he can talk about it in a few words. What's more, although the person in front of him has never been seen before, he always feels familiar, so before his mind can turn around, he looks at him first. There were wet marks on his shoulders and he asked, "Is it still snowing outside?"

Yang Ming was taken aback for a moment, but the store owner's innate cultivation allowed him to quickly strike up a conversation: "It stopped a long time ago."

It was wet because he accidentally bumped into a branch on the road and hit the fallen frost.

"That's it." Ginci rubbed his hands, took a breath in his palms, and said before pushing the door open and going out: "It's cold, let's have a bowl of wontons."

Eating a bowl of wontons, this sentence somehow dropped a seed in Yang Ming's heart, so that when Onojiro asked him what he wanted to eat a while later, he blurted out: "Let's have a bowl of shrimp wontons."

"Okay, please wait a moment." Ono Jiro answered fluently.

Wontons are one of the longest-standing folk foods, and they are also a classic example of a country's local environment. Wontons in different places have different names, methods and tastes. But no matter where the wontons are, whether they are flat meals or hand-cooked wontons, you must take advantage of the fresh and warm bite to swallow it in one bite, and fully feel the dense atmosphere of human fireworks.

On a chilly day like this, eating a bowl of steaming wontons is perfect.

The wontons are thin-skinned, so they don’t need to be cooked for a long time, otherwise the boat swaying on the soup surface will be ruined. Yang Ming sat on his seat and fiddled with the Indonesian-style dragon-shaped incense pot for a while. The bowl of wontons was served.

"This is the shrimp wonton you ordered. Please use it slowly. If you want to add vinegar, the vinegar is in the small bottle next to your right hand." Onojiro said warmly.

"Thank you." Yang Ming nodded politely, but there was no movement on his hands. He never added any vinegar to his wontons. The shop owner had been cooking the soup for a long time, and if he had added some seasonings to it without knowing what he was doing, And if you lose your own taste, then the gain outweighs the loss.

"This looks really good." He smacked it carefully as if he were observing an antique presented by a guest. Under the soft light, the tender wonton skins were floating in the soup like snow gauze, and the firm and reddish shrimps Wrapped in it, it moves with the waves, just like a greedy fat goldfish in the park pond, with its white belly exposed and the sparkling light flowing on its body.

Yang Ming gently scooped up a wonton. The square thin skin was folded and wrapped with filling. As soon as it touched the lips and teeth, it slid smoothly into the mouth. The soft texture of the skin, the filling that melted in the mouth, and the mellow soup. The taste is truly divine.

The mouth was soothed by the undulating skin and soup, and then he gently bit the meat filling inside. No matter how well-rolled the dough is, it is all in vain if the meat filling is not good. If it is too thin, it will be too thick. If there is too much fat and oil, it will be too rich. The five-flowered belly with alternate fat and thin is just right, and the shrimp threads are drawn cleanly. Another bite of the shrimp was as if the deepest treasure could not escape the prying eyes of Captain Jin. The freshness and elasticity of the beautiful thing had nowhere to hide. Yang Ming let out a long sigh, I feel warm all over my body.