Chapter 191 Master Yue and Chinese Tourists

In the afternoon, on the backstreet of Tokyo National University, a wooden van was parked on the street. This was a human-pulled trolley designed specifically for ramen sellers who walked the streets.

Barbecued pork tied with cotton thread is placed on the chopping board of the ramen truck. Chef Yue, holding a kitchen knife, is cutting the hot barbecued pork that has just been taken out of the soup pot.

Master Yue is quite old. His white hair is neatly parted. He is wearing white linen work clothes and a black towel tied on his forehead.

His hand holding the knife was very steady, as if he had been cutting on the cutting board all his life.

"Barbecued pork noodles, add a side of barbecued pork, and give me some extra change." The female high school student in uniform took out two thousand-denomination notes from her wallet.

The white board at the stall reads "Standard Ramen 700" and "Char Siu 900".

"Okay." Master Yue wiped his hands with a towel, borrowed the money with a smile, and found 950 yen in change.

The total price of this bowl of noodles is 1,050 yen. An extra serving of char siu noodles only costs 150 yen. It is cheaper than the 200 yen from standard ramen to char siu noodles, but this price is still a bit expensive for a high school student. , few high school students would choose the 1,050 yen barbecued pork noodles with meat.

But judging from the generous appearance of this female high school student, she seems to have a lot of money.

"Will Tuyue-chan also feed the stray cats today?" Master Yue was cleaning up the noodle bowls while chatting with the guests.

"Well, after eating the noodles, go prepare lunch for them, and then go to school to finish the afternoon classes." The female student sat on the bench.

"Are you planning to enter the entertainment industry after graduation, Totsuki-chan? I heard that Horikoshi High School is the cradle of Japanese idols. Maybe I can see you on TV in the future. When the time comes, I will tell others that my school is the cradle of Japanese idols. The ramen stall that is the favorite of star Togetsu Ishihara must not be so busy."

"No, Master Yue. After I graduate, I will return to Kyoto to inherit my father's shrine. If you open a ramen stall there in the future, I can help you promote it." The female student joked.

"That's really a pity." Master Yue poured the noodle soup into a bowl with a spoon, "I've been making noodles here for sixty years, so I probably haven't had the chance to go out for a walk."

"Master Yue, why don't you go to a more prosperous place to sell ramen? The business will be better." The female student looked at the dilapidated neighborhoods around her.

Just a few dozen steps outside are high-rise buildings, but here are old-fashioned Japanese houses on both sides, and sycamores and cherry trees are planted along the streets, making people feel like they have returned to the last century.

"I am a nostalgic person." Master Yue put the steaming ramen in front of the female student. "Almost half of my old bones are buried in the ground. No matter how much money I make, I can only take it to the grave."

"How could it be? I see that Master Yue is still very strong. He will be able to sell noodles for another fifty years."

"Then I accept your good wishes." Master Yue smiled, took a braised egg and put it into the female student's ramen bowl, "This is a thank you gift, no money is required."

"Wow, thank you, Master Yue." The female student smiled happily, opened a pair of disposable chopsticks, and ate the noodles.

Not long after, footsteps were heard outside the blanket.

The blue cloth cover was pulled away, and a woman wearing thick vinyl glasses appeared, along with a little boy in his early teens.

The woman has chestnut hair, wears a suit skirt and a high-end white shirt. She looks like a business elite, a beauty that can be remembered at a glance.

The little boy is also very handsome, but his facial features are very soft. If his hair were longer, people might think he is a little girl.

The woman's piercing gaze wandered around the small ramen stall, as if she was examining whether the environment of this stall could catch her eye.

"Two portions of barbecued pork noodles." The woman looked at it for a while before taking out a black card, "Can I swipe my card?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have that kind of advanced machine here." Master Yue wiped his hands and squinted his eyes in reply: "You can swipe your credit card at the Mingya Ramen in the next street. You two can go there to eat. Their taste is better than mine. It’s much better, but a little more expensive.”

"No, I have cash." The woman glanced at the little boy who was looking around, and took out a 10,000-denomination note.

Master Yue paused for a moment, looked at the little boy, smiled, and took the banknotes, "Two bowls of barbecued pork, a total of 1,800 yuan, I charge you 10,000 yuan, and I will give you change."

"No need to look for it." The woman sat on the bench.

Hearing what this rich man said, the female students on the side couldn't help but lift their heads and take a closer look.

At first glance, you can tell that this is an elite person, such as a social elite working as a cadre in a bank or a law firm, with an annual income of at least tens of millions. For such a person, ten thousand yen is just a drop in the bucket, and there is nothing to make a fuss about.

After all, this is the backstreet of the University of Tokyo, which has provided countless talents to society. It is also very common for graduates to return to their alma mater for a visit after their careers are successful.

But I didn't expect this beauty to look so young and her child to be so old.

What kind of crazy past did it have back then?

The female student secretly speculated in her mind. After drinking the noodle soup, she hurriedly left, leaving only two customers at the ramen stall.

Master Yue silently took out the woke dough from the small cabinet, rolled the dough out with a rolling pin until it was evenly thin, and then used a kitchen knife to cut the dough into thin strips with the ends attached.

He held the thick noodles and started pulling them like strips.

The noodles collided on the board and gradually became longer. Then he brought the two ends together and repeated the previous step.

The original dough turns into thin noodles little by little.

The little boy propped himself up on the table, watching his skillful movements with gleaming eyes.

"Kid, do you like ramen?" Master Yue used a colander to catch the noodles and put them into the hot pot.

"He doesn't speak Japanese," the woman said.

"Are you Chinese? Or Korean?" Master Yue took out another ball of noodles and started to pull it together.

"Chinese," the woman said.

Master Yue cleared his throat and said in fluent Chinese: "Kid, do you like ramen?"

"This is my first time eating ramen." The little boy said with a smile.

"Can you speak Chinese?" The woman admired Master Yue's smooth movements and started chatting with him.

"I learned it before." Master Yue said, "Would you like a drink? There are sake, soju, orange juice, cola and milk."

"Bring me a glass of sake." The woman said calmly.

"I want a Coke." said the little boy.

"Okay." Master Yue poured the second portion of noodles into the soup pot, took out a can of Coke, and very thoughtfully opened the ring and inserted the straw.

"Are you coming to Japan for tourism?" Master Yue put the poured sake in front of the woman.

"Yes." The woman took a sip, took out her mobile phone, and lowered her head to operate it.

Master Yue saw that the guest was not interested in chatting, so he stopped talking.

But there was something strange in his heart. It was March, which should be the beginning of the school year. Why did the little boy come to travel instead of studying?

"Master, can I make ramen?" The little boy's voice interrupted his inner thoughts.

"Do you want to learn ramen?" Master Yue said with a slight smile.

He has always been very patient and kind to children.

As a part-time pastor at a community church, he sometimes sat in the church all afternoon, watching the sun go down.

On weekends, when adults bring children to worship, he will happily play with the children.

"Think!" the little boy raised his hand.

Master Yue looked at the woman aside. This kind of thing requires the consent of the guardian in advance.

The woman looked up and nodded in approval.

"Child, come here." Master Yue saw this and waved.

The little boy jumped off the bench and walked around the van to his side.

"Come on, step on this." Master Yue brought over the small wooden stool he usually used to sit and rest on. "Be careful, don't fall."

"Master, it's okay, don't worry about me." The little boy stepped on it as if he was very experienced and stood firm.

"He seems to be a very reliable man. He will become the upright head of the family in the future." Master Yue touched the little boy's head.

The little boy responded softly: "But I want to open a restaurant and be a chef in the future."

"You want to open a restaurant? It's also very good." Master Yue took out two balls of dough and a spare rolling pin.

"Come and follow me." Master Yue started to roll the noodles.

The little boy also followed suit. The dough was pressed into a round dough. The next step was to use a kitchen knife. Master Yue did not intend to let children come into contact with such dangerous tools.

You don't have a good eye for swords. A child of this age cannot master a kitchen knife at all.

He decided to help a little bit, but the noodles in the pot were already cooked just right. If they were cooked for a while, the originally strong noodles would become soft and lose their elasticity.

He quickly went to get a bowl and a colander, scooped up the noodles, and poured them into cold water.

But at this time, the boy had already picked up the knife.

He was just about to stop him, but found that the boy's posture holding the knife was very standard.

A chopping sound like Allegro sounded, and the blade surface reflected the cold light. The kitchen knife seemed to be integrated with the boy in front of him. The simple cut had a unique charm.

When I came back to my senses, I saw that the dough had been cut into strips of even thickness, and the last section of lotus root was broken and stuck together. It was a very standard ramen noodles.

"You are really talented." Master Yue put the dough into a bowl, poured it with soup, used clean chopsticks to place the previously cut barbecued pork on the edge of the bowl, and made a bowl with seaweed, chopped green onion, and half a braised egg. Plating.

"Can I serve my bowl of noodles?" The little boy looked at him hopefully.

"Of course." Master Yue brought the prepared ramen to the woman and brought another bowl over.

The little boy picked up the chopsticks, picked up the barbecued pork, and carefully placed it on the edge.

"You will definitely become a famous chef in the future." Master Yue did not hesitate to praise him.

"Thank you for your compliment. Please continue to teach me how to make ramen. I want to see it again." The little boy said.

He behaved generously and politely without making people feel that he was on the weak side.

I'm afraid this child's background is not simple, he is either rich or noble.

Master Yue rarely sees such a well-educated child, but this has nothing to do with him being a ramen master.

Even if the emperor comes, he is just an old man selling ramen.

He performed another noodle show.

The peak period at noon has passed. After these two people finish eating, if there is no next customer, he will close the stall and go to the community church to work.

Anyway, before starting work in the evening, he had to make a certain amount of noodles in advance, just as preparation work.

The little boy stared at his movements with a serious look on his face, nodding from time to time.

People are smarter than adults, and children nowadays really like to pretend to be adults.

Master Yue waited to see the joke.

The skill of ramen is not that easy to learn. It looks easy but is difficult to do.

It is difficult for newcomers to grasp the strength. The important thing is to use even force. If you are not careful, the noodles will break and all the previous efforts will be wasted.

Even for him, it took him some time to complete this process completely.

"Here, let's try it." Master Yue put the ramen into the cloth bag.

"Thank you for your teaching." The boy took a deep breath and grabbed the noodles.

Master Yue had a sharp eye, and he could see at a glance that he was using too much force, and if this continued, it would break after the second flip.

However, after the first flip, he put the noodles down again and looked up and down carefully before starting to pull the noodles again.

This time the intensity is just right.

The boy is neither arrogant nor impatient. Every time he flips it, he has to stop and look at it for a while.

Evenly slender noodles are placed on the chopping board.

"Huh, ramen is really profound." The boy exhaled and nodded seriously: "I learned a lot today, thank you very much."

After saying that, he jumped off the bench, sat down, and ate the noodles.

Master Yue opened the bag and compared it with the noodles on the chopping board.

"Oh, I really have to submit to old age."

Master Yue shook his head, took out a cloth to wipe the table, and packed up his things.

Why don't we set up a stall tonight and just watch a movie alone tonight?

As he was thinking this, another person broke into the cloth cover.

He is a boy with short hair, very young, with a childish look on his face.

"Hello, brother Lu." The boy waved.

"Hello, Xiaokang." The young man touched his head.

"I thought you were going to eat Kaiseki cuisine. Are you used to eating at a roadside stall like this?" The young man sat next to the woman.

"If he wants to eat, I'll bring him here."

"Why don't you go to the store to eat."

"This time-honored brand has more flavor." The woman shook her phone under the table, and the three characters "Kaguya" were written on the screen. "I came in such a hurry, and I haven't even prepared the travel guide yet."

"That's right." The young man nodded.

"Boss, please give me a side of barbecued pork noodles, plus two braised eggs." The boy said, "The vegetarian meal for lunch has no meat at all, so I'm only half full at most."

"One portion of barbecued pork noodles, plus two braised eggs, they will be prepared for you immediately." Master Yue stopped wiping the table and opened the lid of the soup pot.

"How much?"

"There is no need to give money, this beautiful lady has already given it beforehand."

"Then I'll trouble you, boss."

"Need a drink? There's one here."

"Is there any ice Coke?"

"some."

"Then bring me a can."

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