Zongman: Randomly set up a stall with Binchotan charcoal

The word "shi" is a Japanese word meaning "crossroads".

Nanatsujiya is located at the intersection of several roads. Fifty years ago, Nanatsujiya looked newer, but nothing else had changed.

"You bastard, you dare not listen to me? You don't learn to make buns properly. Learning Western pastries is completely evil. We should eat buns."

"Father, buns are outdated now. Western pastries are the king."

"Nonsense, buns have been passed down from generation to generation in our family. They are what our ancestors learned when they traveled to the Central Plains. How can they be outdated?"

"Father, do you know how much a loaf of bread costs in Germany? 500,000 marks, how much do we sell a bun for? The difference is nearly ten times. Let me go to a big city to learn how to make bread."

"You bastard, that bread is for eating human flesh. If you dare to learn it, I will beat you to death..."

The rolling pin hit the young man and he ran away.

Xia Tian pushed the door in and looked at the boss and his son arguing in surprise. He was almost injured by a stick.

Xia Tian dodged the attack by leaning sideways and firmly grasped the rolling pin.

"Boss, how can you come to the door and beat up the customer?"

The boss was a 40-year-old uncle, who put down the rolling pin in a panic: "Ah, sorry, sorry!"

The uncle pulled his son to bow repeatedly with apology.

"Sorry, customer, what do you want to buy today? As an apology, all buns are 50% off."

Xia Tian waved his hand and smiled: "Then I want to buy the store and it will be 50% off?"

"What!"

Before the uncle spoke, his son was anxious, "No, I will never buy my store."

"Oh, you are going to learn how to make bread, and there is no one to inherit this bun shop, so why not sell it to me." Xia Tian looked at the young man with a smile, and always felt that the young man looked familiar.

The uncle glared at his son, was silent for a while, and said, "Sir, this Nanatsujiya is a family business passed down from our ancestors. We will not sell it for any amount of money, no matter how high or low it is."

Xia Tian shook his head, "What if I offer 20 million yen?"

As he spoke, Xia Tian opened the box in his hand, which was filled with exchanged banknotes from 50 years ago.

To buy a shop with so much money, it is already a 50% premium.

The young man looked at the box of money with shining eyes. Giving him one tenth of it would be enough to support him to study pastry chef in a big city.

"...I haven't asked your name yet, sir? My name is Fujiwara Taku, and this is my son Fujiwara Kai."

"Fujiwara..." Xia Tian's eyes flashed with surprise. No wonder he looked familiar. This guy must be the father of Xiaoxun's pastry chef, so did the guy go to learn to make bread in the end?

"Oh, I'm Natsume's friend."

"Natsume-san, please keep the money. I can't sell my shop. If you want to buy a shop, there's a breakfast shop next door, and the price won't be that high."

Xia Tian laughed.I must take over Nanatsujiya.

If money doesn't work, I will use my strength to make you despair.

"Boss Fujiwara, can you lend me your kitchen? Let the two of you comment on my cooking skills and see if I can gain a foothold in Hachihara."

Listening to Xia Tian's words, the father and son looked at each other in surprise. Is this a challenge?

Uncle Fujiwara looked at Xia Tian, ​​a young man who was not much older than his own son. How could he be so confident?

Young people just don't know how high the sky is,

Well,

Teach him a lesson today.

"Brother Natsume, feel free to use the kitchen."

The kitchen was clean and tidy, and it was tidied up in an orderly manner. When Xia Tian came in, he saw the neatly arranged ingredients, the green vegetables were green, and there were freshly picked mushrooms next to them.

That's it, mushroom and vegetable buns.

Get water and mix flour, cut vegetables, cut mushrooms.

So the movements are smooth and flowing,

An expert can tell the difference with one move. From the moment Xia Tian started, the father and son were already stunned.

The expressions are highly unified,

The whole state is an expression of "huh?".

Wow,

This Xia Mu-san cuts vegetables, every move is full of artistry, the kitchen knife is used so well that no shadow can be seen, and every vegetable cut is the same as if it was copied and pasted.

He also laughed at the young man for being young.

No, just this one move, he can't reach this level even if he practices for another 20 years.

Boss Fujiwara was shocked and didn't understand, feeling like a clown, watching the white buns take shape and go into the steamer in a daze.

Then bursts of rich fragrance that make people drool spread out from the steamer.

"Green vegetable and mushroom buns, please enjoy!"

The freshly baked buns were emitting hot steam, white and plump as cute as a snowball, and the most important thing was the rich flavor of the buns.

All the ingredients were from their own store, and the buns were also made under the eyes of the two, but how could the same thing feel so perfect in the hands of the brother.

Brother Fujiwara took the bun first and couldn't wait to put it in his mouth.

"Mmm!!!"

Take a bite, the crispness of the green vegetables, the tenderness of the mushrooms, the sweetness of the bun skin, several flavors blended into a perfect bun, the delicious taste almost overflowed.

"This is too delicious!"

Uncle Fujiwara couldn't help picking up a bun when he saw this.

He was silent the moment the bun entered his mouth.

He wanted to find a little fault, but this bun was so delicious that it was outrageous.

He even tasted the maker's emotions from the buns, which was something that made people feel happy. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Skills call for the way, skills call for the way!

Next to him,

Brother Fujiwara felt that his understanding was superficial.

In the past,

He felt that buns were outdated and bread was the king now.

But now,

How could bread be better than buns!

This hot, warm bun is more delicious than the bread.

And it's not just the taste, this bun also contains a kind of emotion that he can't understand,

Very warm,

Uncle Fujiwara pushed his son and saw that he was in a trance with a complicated face.

"Son, do you still think buns will go out of style now?"

Faced with his father's question, Brother Fujiwara finally came back to his senses, but he couldn't calm down much.

"Dad, I want to learn how to make buns."[]

Uncle Fujiwara heard this and smiled bitterly.

"With the competition from Natsume-san, do you think our bun shop can still be run? Even if we sell at a loss, everyone will only run to Natsume-san."

"Natsume-san, this is what you want to tell us, I will sell this shop!"

"But I have two conditions, the shop sign cannot be changed, and then let the boy be your apprentice."

Xia Tian laughed indifferently when he heard this.

This is not a problem, Nanatsujiya itself cannot change the sign, and you can learn your own craft if you want to.

After paying the money and handing over the house, and completing the formalities, the new boss Xia Tian walked out with a bag of freshly steamed buns.

With full observation Haki, he searched for more than ten kilometers.

"Found it!"

"Natsume Reiko!"

50 years later, Natsume returned Zhuo's name to the monster.

From the monster's memory, Natsume saw Reiko's grandmother.

(Recently, I met a strange man who wanted to be my friend despite being a human, and always brought me delicious steamed buns. It was a store called Nanatsujiya, which tasted very good. But the man was very nagging, saying that climbing trees was dangerous and that we were not allowed to go out at night. 2).