While talking, the chef put the grilled crab legs on the plate.
In fact, He Ma had already smelled the smell of crab legs just now, but other things attracted his attention, so he gradually got used to it.
Now that the crab legs were placed in front of him, the scent that had been neglected before was activated again, stimulating the secretion of saliva.
Mei Jiazi directly picked up the crab legs, pulled them with chopsticks, and pulled out a piece of crab meat.
She couldn't wait to put the crab meat into her mouth.
Kazuma carefully observed Mikako's expression.
Qingliu looked at Mikako and said, "I suddenly feel that looking at Mikako's expression makes food taste three times better."
"It's only three times? That won't work," Mikako said, reaching for the other leg, "Three times is too little, I'll eat another one for you to see again."
Qingliu glanced at the plate, probably silently counted how many legs there were, and hurriedly picked it up after counting, and stopped arguing with Mikako.
Honami also took one, and she directly bit one end of the crab shell, pulling out the whole piece of meat with a light tug.
Mikako complained: "Honami, you eat it in such an unrefined way."
"The people at the table now, you are the only one who has no right to say that about me." Honami paused, "Just now I ate too politely and didn't get much meat, so I improved."
At this time, Yuzao also took a pair of tongs, picked out the meat to occupy the newly prepared soup, and then sent it to Kazuma.
"Ah~" Yuzao said softly.
Hema opened his mouth obediently, and the fat crab claw meat went into Hema's mouth.
It was only when he got to his mouth that he discovered that the sauce that Yuzao had made just now was actually lime juice with salt, but it unexpectedly matched the taste of crab meat.
In fact, when eating seafood with horses, they tend to prefer light sauces, mainly to taste the original taste of seafood.
Mikako looked at this side, and while shaking the crab leg shell in her hand, she said, "If it was me, I would feint and put it in my mouth."
As expected of you.
Kazuma is in a state of great satisfaction, too lazy to talk to Mikako.
But he always felt that there seemed to be something missing in this satisfaction.
After thinking for a long time, He Ma found out: garlic is missing!
Japanese eat seafood, he does not put garlic!
He Ma looked at the grilled crab legs on the table again, and immediately felt uncomfortable: It would be beautiful if a layer of chopped garlic was sprinkled on the surface of the crab legs!
People are like this, once a thought arises, it cannot be pulled back.
Kazuma raised his hand and asked Mito celebrity: "Well, Mito-san, can you give me two halves of garlic?"
It's too late to eat garlic-baked crab legs now, at least two bites of garlic will give your mouth a taste.
Mito celebrity was surprised: "Garlic? That...does it smell fishy if it's not roasted?"
He thought that asking for garlic with the horse was to get rid of the fishy smell in his mouth.
He Ma shook his head: "No, no, this crab leg is very good, but I read in the book that Chinese people like to add garlic to seafood barbecue, I will give it a try."
The two decades from the 1980s to 2000 were the China-Japan honeymoon period—mainly because of the China-US honeymoon in this era, and Japan, as the younger brother, naturally followed the pace of the United States.
One of the manifestations of the honeymoon period is that Japanese people in this era have a high degree of favorable opinion of China.
Therefore, there are many Chinese elements in popular cultural products in this era, and this is what the market in this era eats.
What are the random horses, the Chinese masters, the most travel notes, and even the famous Dragon Ball are full of Chinese elements.
Even Gundam, which is advertised as a real-type robot work, has produced such a different kind of work as Mobile Fighter Legend in this era, and even gave the protagonist Domon a Chinese master.
Just because of the honeymoon period between China and Japan, when Mito celebrities heard that this is the Chinese way of eating, not only they were not angry, but they nodded repeatedly: "I have heard of it, and it is indeed so. Mrs. Hara, give two garlic to the guests."
The assistant responded with "Hi yo" and began to peel the garlic.
When the garlic was in hand, Hema picked up a crab leg by himself, one bite of crab leg and one bite of garlic—this time the taste was right!
Master Mito looked at Kazuma, and asked with concern: "How is it?"
and horse left thumbs up.
When Mikako saw it, she suddenly grabbed Kazuma's right hand, and bit the half-pulled garlic pinched between the index finger and thumb into her mouth.
"emmmm..." There was a complicated expression on her face, and after swallowing the crab meat and garlic together, she said, "I don't think there's much difference, it seems that chewing with garlic is a little bit refreshing?"
Qingliu frowned and looked at her: "Isn't garlic spicy?"
"Yes." Mikako nodded, "Have a sip from Qingliu?"
"I reject."
While Mikako coaxed Seiryu to eat garlic, Honami took a clove of garlic and smelled it, shook her head, and continued to choose the orthodox Japanese way of eating.
But Yuzao didn't look at the garlic cloves from the beginning to the end, and ate his own.
At this time, the female general who had left to greet other guests opened the door and asked the waiter to bring in new ingredients.
When Kazuma saw Tamamo stretching his neck, he knew it should be a puffer fish.
"You like puffer fish so much." He Ma said.
"Well, the main one hasn't eaten for a long time."
"Eat what you want, can anyone stop you?"
"My house is just an ordinary wagashi store, and it doesn't mean that you can eat fugu if you want it."
You liar.
Mito Meiren replaced it with a new chopping board and knives, then grabbed a puffer fish and put it on the chopping board, dismantling it very quickly.
He Ma watched him operate, and the mouth that had just been satisfied just now began to secrete halazi, that is, saliva.
He sort of understood that watching celebrities handle ingredients is also a part of eating, which can make the ingredients taste more delicious.
The Mito celebrity quickly finished processing a fugu, then put the crystal clear snow-white meat slices on a plate, poured a little rice wine, and placed it in front of Wazuma.
"please."
Yuzao moved his chopsticks directly: "I'm not polite."
She picked up a piece of meat, which looked like a chopstick of snow.
Hema followed the piece of meat with his eyes, watching Yuzao dipped in the sauce and finally put it in his mouth.
Then Tamamo showed a happy expression on his face.
He Ma hurriedly picked a piece by himself, dipped the ingredients in the jade algae plate, and put it in his mouth.
When it first entered the mouth, there was only the sour taste of lime, and then the deliciousness of the puffer fish spread.
The fish meat is very smooth and tender, unexpectedly a little springy, but it "melts" in the mouth quickly.
He Ma was about to grab another piece of puffer fish when he saw Mei Jiazi shovel away four or five pieces of fugu meat with a chopstick and swallowed it in one gulp.
Qingliu stared at Mikako with wide eyes: "Your way of eating is like a goblin."
"Yeah?"
"That's right. In order to show his arrogance, the leader of the Jidao will use such a bold way of eating. But this is puffer fish. Aren't you afraid of being poisoned to death if you eat like this?"
When Mikako heard this, she immediately grabbed her neck with both hands: "Ah, I can't breathe!"
"I believe you will go to hell!" Qingliu raised the corners of her eyes and snorted.
During the conversation, the second puffer fish was also killed, and a new plate of sashimi was placed on the table.
Yuzao was in a good mood, humming a ditty at a volume that only Kazuma could hear, and directly shoveled seven pieces of sashimi with a chopstick, dipped them into the sauce dish, rinsed them, and then sat down.
Mikako: "Oh, Tamamo also uses the extreme way of eating, I will come too! Qinglu, won't you have a bite?"
Qingliu shook her head again and again: "No, I would feel so sick when I ate fugu that I would spit it out. It should be the sequelae of being poisoned when I was a child."
"That's a pity, I'll take care of Qingliu." Mikako said with a smile.
Kazuma originally thought that Yuzao was going to grab the first hand, but turned around and saw that she was already drinking tea.
It seems to be eating well and satisfied.
At this time, the final main dish was also served, which was thick as sesame paste crab soup.
The Japanese high-end cuisine that Hema ate before all pay attention to a small amount and exquisiteness, but this restaurant obviously does not have this problem. It directly takes out a large pot of crab meat soup, and then serves it in a bowl of ramen, one big for each person bowl.
At first, Kazuma thought it was ramen, but after a closer look, he found that there was no noodles in the soup.
The crab soup smelled very good, and let Kazuma respond to the salivary glands that had been stimulated so many times.
It stands to reason that He Ma had already eaten a lot at this time, and he was almost seventy percent full, so he shouldn't have so much saliva anymore.
But it turns out his stomach still has a lot of potential.
He couldn't wait to take a spoon and took a sip.
—Hmm... Am I looking forward to it too much, it doesn't seem so delicious.
And the horse took another sip.
Then he confirmed that this soup can only score seven points by Cantonese standards.
Maybe it was also because he was seventy percent full.
Anything is delicious when people are hungry, even the sour soup served by beggars is "pearl jade white jade soup".
On the contrary, when you are not hungry, all kinds of delicacies will be discounted.
As soon as He Ma thought this way, he saw Mikako beside him drinking quickly one sip after another.
However, he felt that Mikako could not be used as a reference point. She tasted delicious in everything.
Kazuma turned his head to observe Tamamo and Honami, and found that they were also having a good time drinking.
—Could it be that my standards are relatively high
At this time, Mito celebrity asked: "How?"
A celebrity as old as Ma Nianzai, who has served him for so long, politely gave a thumbs up: "It's delicious."
The celebrity had no doubts, turned his head and gestured to the assistant, who immediately started seasoning the last soup.
It is the kind of matsutake soup with teapot fort.
Mito famous person said with a smile: "In the end, there is no miso soup, but a teapot matsutake. I hope you like it. Please tell the assistant directly if you want to drink soup after eating. Dessert will be served later."
And the horse nodded.
Originally, he had some expectations for the teapot matsutake, but when he heard that it was used to replace miso soup, his expectations plummeted.
Because he doesn't like to drink miso soup, he looks down on miso soup.
Kazuma even wanted to pick up his teeth with a toothpick.
But for the sake of the premium matsutake, he decided to hold on to it. After drinking 70% of the soup to digest, he raised his hand.
"Give me a jug," he said.
The assistant immediately brought a pot over, placed it in front of him, and lifted the lid.
I don't know if it's because of lowered expectations, but this time he actually thinks the soup is not bad.
The aroma of matsutake fully melts in the soup, which is light and delicious.
The matsutake itself absorbs some of the umami flavors of kombu and bonito, and the taste becomes more diversified.
After drinking the soup, Hema leaned back in the chair and took out the toothpick.
In general, this meal was very comfortable, except for the much-anticipated soup, which was a bit mediocre, everything else was great.
Yuzao also finished drinking the soup at this time, she wiped her mouth carefully with a tissue, put her hands together and said "I'm done eating".
Only then did He Ma realize that he had missed this process, so he hurried to do the same.
No matter how you say, you are all university students in Dongdong, so you can't give people the feeling that you don't talk about table manners.
Honami also finished eating. After completing the set of procedures, she turned her head and looked at Kazuma: "There is a room for naps here, and Kazuma, are you going to sleep for a while?"
"No, I'm in good spirits." He Ma said while picking his teeth, "I'm going to Sakurajima later, I can sleep in the car."
Honami nodded, then stood up: "Then I'll call the branch and ask the car to come early."
Qingliu asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going to take the car that brought us here?"
The car that drove Kazuma and the others was the extended car of the Kyushu branch of the Nanjo Foundation. The car was parked at the entrance of the hotel, but the driver went to another restaurant for dinner.
Honami shook her head: "The long-distance car is actually not very comfortable. After all, the height of the car is there, and only Qinglu can stand up in the car."
Qingliu: "Hey! What do you mean!"
"Sorry. In short, I think it is better to take a minibus for this kind of long distance. You can stand up and move your body when you are tired in the car, and there is more space."
He Ma nodded: "Reasonable."
"Then I'm going to make a phone call." Honami turned and left the room.
As soon as she left, Mito Mingren said to Kazuma: "This is the end of my service for you today, I hope you are still satisfied."
It was only then that Hema discovered that Mito Mingren and his assistant had already cleaned up the stove and chopping boards, and moved the remaining pots of soup and desserts to Hema in front of him.
"If you want to continue eating, you can take it yourself, and we will leave."
After speaking, Mito Meiren bowed to Kazuma.
He Ma also stood up and bowed to the celebrity.
The celebrity then left with his assistant.
After watching the celebrity leave, Mikako lay down on the table, stroking her stomach with her hands under the table: "Ah, my stomach is round, let's say four months."
He Ma: "Really? I don't believe it."
After that, he reached out and touched it, and it was true that Mikako's belly was round now, and it was still hard when pressed.
"Don't press it!" Mikako yelled, "What to do if it sprays out, it's so expensive."
He Ma laughed out loud.
Qingliu leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling: "I'll go out for more than 10 million yuan for this meal. I definitely didn't care about it before. Now... wow, this money is enough for me to go to music high school for many years!"
Mikako, who was lying on the table, said lazily: "The annual salary of a diplomat is more than 10 million yen, so I only need to be admitted to the civil servant of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and work for a few years to become an official diplomat. You can earn such a meal in a year."
Tamamo took out a teacup out of nowhere, held the teacup and said, "Mikako, you don't know that, after you become a diplomat, you can use the service funds of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to eat in restaurants of this level."
"Hey, is that so?" Mikako still responded lazily, and even "Yeah" became limp.
Yuzao continued: "Hema may be a little troublesome, but as long as you become a police officer for five or six years, you will be entertained by various forces, and you will become a frequent visitor to the most famous high-end restaurant in Tokyo."
"Yeah, then I'm looking forward to it."
Hema answered noncommittally.
At this moment, Honami suddenly opened the door and shouted anxiously: "Hema!"
Kazuma looked up at Honami suspiciously: "What's wrong? Has something serious happened?"
"Mr. Shangquan's wife called and said he was hospitalized!"
He Ma said "ah": "What the hell?"
Wait, it seems that when I heard someone read Sui Sui before, the old man Shangquan was not in good health, so he was in a hurry to teach swordsmanship
Honami: "I've asked the people from the company to charter the flight. If we go to the airport immediately, we can still visit the elderly before the end of the hospital visiting hours today!"