The Prince of Tennis

"Stop talking nonsense, don't go if you're afraid!"

How strong is Fujimine, afraid of him?What kind of Michelin, can't you eat it with money?The big capitalist who opened the shop was blocked, is he stupid or you stupid?

"Go, go, how can you not go!" Just kidding, Suzuki has eaten three Michelin stars in his life. His actual combat power is no worse than that of Ming Jin's national martial arts masters. The appetite is the same. It is definitely not a problem to eat a goat for a meal. , Can let go of eating this stuff, who is so stupid to refuse?

"It's really amazing. I have known Fujie for so long, and finally I have eaten him and invited us to have a high-end cuisine!" Ju Wan had tears in his eyes, remembering what Fujie had brought before, which was called the special drink of Fujie. There is also the screaming red bottle of ginseng ingredients, and the legendary Laoshan holy water. Looking at the really delicious food in front of you, it instantly feels that the food is an extremely generous gift from the gods to mankind.

"The decoration here is really good!" A high-profile Fuer also praised, "Although it does not look luxurious, it has a feeling of sublimation both physically and mentally."

Michelin’s restaurant rating starts from the dining environment and atmosphere.Although Fujimine is very dissatisfied with the current situation where all high-end rule-making is in the hands of Westerners, he has to admit that the set of rules is very effective.

Just like Li Xiliang’s friend, the shop owner of the small shop, even if the contents are delicious, coupled with the dark, dirty and oily storefront, there is absolutely no desire to eat, and absolutely nothing. He will be scored by a Michelin rating.

Food detectives would not go to such a store.

In this regard, Fujimine has to admit that most of Zhongguo’s stores still need to study hard to improve their knowledge.

However, Japan is obviously doing well in this regard.

Although it is already evening, the verdant green vegetation and scenery outside have all turned dark, but with the lights dotted on the lawn, it is more charming.The interior lighting layout is also very particular. The places that should be bright are as bright as day, and the places that should be dark are not affected by the strong light at all, and they still look ambiguous.

In order to make the whole body crystal clear and bright, the storefront is mostly constructed with glass frames, but glass is by no means the main color here, but an almost inconspicuous accessory. As long as people feel bright and transparent, the task of glass is completely completed. .

The main color in the store is antique logs.Unlike the traditional Chinese architecture in China, these logs do not have the slightest feeling of solemnity, but are more lively and brisk.

Behind the rows of wooden shelves, there are all kinds of exquisite dishes arranged in a strewn manner. The focus is on meat. After all, Fujifeng himself does not like meat.And a group of 14-to-five-year-old middle school students, when they are growing up, can eat a lot, of course they want meat.

"Hey, come, everyone, if you wait until other schools come, you might be taken away!" Taocheng greeted warmly.

Because it was a big appetizer game, this restaurant, which was originally a semi-buffet, was changed to a full buffet tonight by Fujimine's request.There is still a truth, anyway, Fujimine's family is out of the wallet, all requirements are unimpeded, and there are no taboos.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!" Kikumaru was carrying a piece of secret pork chop with honey, filling his entire mouth, cheeks bulging, and still talking vaguely, "this pork chop is really delicious! "

"Of course, it's good to eat pigs. Pork is the most roaring meat in the world!" Fujimine didn't pretend to be *forced, even if it was called "all-you-can-eat" today, but this group of people, plus Li Xiliang There are also three weird big stomach kings like Suzuki Fujido, who don't need to grab them, I'm afraid they won't be able to eat meat at all.

Fujimine cheered, and ran over to the teriyaki pork chop.During the period, he didn't even look at the luxurious vegetarian dishes all the way along the road. Whoever eats this stuff is cheap.Only those elderly people whose physical functions have all degraded can make up an excuse for "health preservation" to conceal their regret of not being able to eat meat, and self-anaesthesia!

"You are wrong about this question,

"I said, the barbecue is delicious!" Dashi, who has always been timid, came to the field of barbecue, and burst out with immense majesty: "Barbecue, grilling is the essence of this dish! The test is charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It can be regarded as an entry level, not even a passing grade! The juice in this must be between the critical point of penetration and flow, and depending on the meat used in the ingredients, there are different ageing controls!"

"Jane... is a barbecue executive!" Echizen and Kaido, who were also planning to grill the meat, looked at the dashi that they had never seen before, and couldn't resist, as if facing such a dashi than facing the rattan. Feng was still terrifying, and he couldn't help operating every step according to what he said.

"What a fool, Haitang, the beef tongue needs to be grilled for five more minutes! Echizen, your tenderloin should be turned over now, do you want to eat rubber-like barbecue?" Dashi seemed to be enveloped. Infinite black flames, red eyes, and a resentful spirit behind him supporting every word he said.

"Fuji, don't put too much chili! And you, Tezuka, is the name of this dish called salted meat? Do you want to kill yourself with so much salt?" Speaking of human nature It's so weird, Dashi's power and control make everyone think that he is a very professional existence, so many people who didn't plan to eat barbecue also came to try barbecue.

But this made Dashi even more excited.

Serious doubts were raised about Fuji and Tezuka's dipping sauce. Today's Oishi can't even refute the seamless Tezuka.

"Fortunately, I have known for a long time that Dashi-senpai directly avoided this low-level cooking when he touched the urinary nature of the barbecue." Fujimine looked at the Kikumaru next to him and patted his chest with joy, and smiled bitterly: "It's still cooked by someone else. It's more delicious!"

"Yes, really, what is Dashi doing so proudly!" Even a good friend Kikumaru couldn't see Dashi in this state, and said dissatisfied: "Isn't it just a barbecue? Is he better than a three-Michelin-star chef? Know better?"

"Well, boy, you have a lot of ideas, follow me to love... and learn to cook with me!" Before Kikumaru's words fell, the three-star chef in the back kitchen ran out and slapped his face, holding the dashi with relief. Said the hand.