Amiyokocho, shopping street.

It was almost evening, and the shopping streets were even busier than during the day, with people coming and going in an endless stream.

A transport truck was parked at the door of a fishery store, and several strong men were unloading the goods. One of the middle-aged uncles put down the iced seafood box and wiped his sweat. He happened to see the boy walking out of the depths of the street.

"A Yu, these fish are very fresh. I just returned from the dock. Do you want to take a few to try?" The middle-aged uncle greeted him from a distance.

"Thank you, our old man doesn't open the stove today, so I'll come out to find food."

Xia Yu thanked him politely, "Uncle Gucheng, please be busy."

He put his hand in his pocket and continued to walk forward.

Passing by an old noodle pancake house decorated with an old dough cake, an old lady wearing glasses smiled behind the counter and said, "A Yu, would you like to have a dorayaki? Today's red bean paste filling is delicious."

"No need, Grandma Kawashima, you said you should have a good meal when you have a meal. I plan to go and have a meal." Xia Yu waved his hand and walked past.

Along the way, Xia Yu received at least a dozen greetings, and each elder, male or female, smiled, filled his heart with warmth.

This is the shopping street that I have lived in for more than ten years. Some people come and some people leave. Xia’s Chinese cuisine shop is always there. Although the old man doesn’t have many diners, the old man is quite prestigious among neighbors. Perhaps he can often help when things happen. Over time, the old man becomes the leader of the street that everyone defaults to.

Whether it is Xia Yu in the past or Xia Yu who has changed his soul, he is easy-going and often helps. In addition, he is not bad, so he is naturally welcomed by a group of uncles and aunts.

After ten years of development and expansion, the old shopping street has even gained a great reputation internationally. Xia Yu came out of the old neighborhood to the expanded new neighborhood, a completely different urban modern style came to his face.

The streets have become wider, with shops on both sides, stylish decorations, McDonald's and clothing stores.

Xia Yu casually found a restaurant facing the street. It seemed that it had just opened. There was a flower basket at the door and the ribbons on the floor had not been cleaned.

“Starlight rotating Western Restaurant?”

Duzu read out the name of the restaurant signboard and pushed the door open. A female waiter immediately bowed ninety degrees with a professional smile, "Welcome, how many of you to eat?"

"One."

"Okay, please follow me."

The female waiter took Xia Yu to the dining table beside the floor-to-ceiling window. Through a transparent glass mirror, there was a busy shopping street outside. The location was quite good. Xia Yu didn't want to change it anymore. She picked up the menu on the table and ordered three Western side dishes, planning to change the taste.

These days, I have practiced Chinese cuisine recipes all day long and I almost vomited myself when I try it. In order to keep my freshness and enthusiasm for Chinese cuisine, Xia Yu decided to go outside and have something else to eat.

If you don’t want to go far away, you can only eat in the shopping street.

After ordering the dishes, Xia Yu looked around. The newly opened Western restaurant was very quiet. Apart from his table, there were only two other tables.

The people at the table seemed to be tourists, with a loud voice, and the language they spoke seemed to be Mandarin. Xia Yu was interested and pricked up his ears. He only heard the young and beautiful female tourists excitedly sharing his mood for the day's tour, full of praise.

"Xiaoya, Dianping Japan Station has too little information. There are no restaurants nearby when searching. Alas, I've made a mistake. When I come, I should check the Japanese restaurant review app more."

A female tourist with a little baby face and a cute appearance sighed.

"You know how to eat." Her companion is a goddess-like dress, and a dress is fashionable and elegant. She covered her mouth and smiled: "I heard that in Japan, as long as the store opens, the taste is not bad. I think you can rest assured that this store is newly opened and prosperous areas."

Two Chinese ladies who don’t know Japanese are traveling freely?

Xia Yu's mouth twitched.

Although Neon's public security is good, he doesn't understand Japanese. Just using English, Neon's annoying English accent will make people feel that more than ten years of learning English have been wasted.

Since it was the third table and the meal was slower, Xia Yu was not in a hurry. He took out his mobile phone to browse Twitter and listened to the conversation between the two Chinese girls from time to time, which was interesting.

"Baga!!"

But an angry scream suddenly resounded throughout the Western restaurant, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

Three male guests at a table stood up, and two female waiters hurried over and kept bowing to apologize.

"Baga, your dish tastes wrong at all!" A middle-aged bald man in a suit pointed to the beef and Western food that had not yet been eaten on the table, and his face was full of anger. "The stewed beef with burgundy red wine is definitely not the same taste. I want to complain to your restaurant!"

As he said that, the middle-aged bald man took out his cell phone and ignored the waiter's begging.

The male employee of the cashier ran into the kitchen cleverly. After a while, the restaurant chef wearing a white chef's uniform appeared, with sweat beads hanging on his forehead, and his face was anxious, "Guest, I will cook another portion of stewed beef for you until you are satisfied."

The middle-aged chef bowed ninety degrees, lowered his head and did not straighten his waist for a long time, "Please forgive me!"

Three male guests exchanged glances with each other, and a tall young man signaled the bald diner with sharp eyes.

"No! I don't believe you!"

"I want to complain to the Food Association, you are not qualified to open a store at all!"

"This kind of cooking will only defile the sacred profession of chef!"

The bald diner screamed, his fingers twitching on the buttons on the phone screen, as if dialing.

The chef of the restaurant obviously did not have much experience in handling emergencies. He was so anxious that he stepped forward to grab the bald diner's arm, as if he was trying to grab the phone, his face turned red, "No! You can't complain to the Food Association!"

Two young and strong men pulled the restaurant chef from behind, and a melee was about to break out.

As for the female Chinese tourists, they were scared.

They can't understand Japanese, but they can feel the tense atmosphere in the restaurant.

"The taste of this burgundy red wine stewed beef is above the standard line. Just go and complain. When the people from the Food Association come, they will still be judged to be qualified."

A quiet voice suddenly rang out.

However, no one cared about his words in the chaos.

Xia Yu put his hands in his pants pockets, frowned slightly, and said to the waiters who were panicking around him: "Pull your chef away..."

The waiter who was unparalleled subconsciously followed the instructions and pulled away the middle-aged chef.

"Calm down!" Xia Yu patted the chef on the shoulder. The scene looked a bit funny. A sixteen-year-old boy was much more mature and steady than a middle-aged chef.
Chapter completed!