Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 326 Anton Shingo
Another business day.

Tokyo, Aoyama Town, not far from the 'Dark Castle', in front of a traditional kaiseki restaurant called Zifangan.

A middle-aged man in a suit, probably the manager or owner of the store, bowed to a man in a black bathrobe with sincerity written on his face: "Mr. Bringing the dead back to life is entirely up to your pen."

Anton Shingo.

Writer, essayist, but his most famous field is in the food industry. Not to mention a magazine and newspaper that he manages, he is also a celebrity writer. The rumors about him in the industry are that a paragraph of praise in the article is enough to sway a certain shop rise and fall.

Regardless of the facts, whether the rumors are exaggerated or not, it is undeniable that this person has a good influence.

"Don't worry, I was also sponsored by your father in my early years, so the club can persist in the economic bubble era."

Shingo Anto shook hands with Zifangan's store manager again, and was about to turn around and get into a black car, but his eyes caught a glimpse of the new restaurant across the street.

In the European-style bungalow without any furnishings or decorations, outside the beautifully manicured green belt, a light sign was erected at some point:
'Dark Fort'.

It's not the first time Shingo Anto has come to this street.

After all, it is a port area, and it is in the Aoyama-chome area adjacent to "Akasaka Gyoen". In order to obtain materials, Shingo Anto dare not say that he is familiar with the bricks and tiles of the street, but what kind of restaurants are there on the street, what is the style and characteristics, and how is the chef's ability? , he still knows the bottom line.

This is the professional quality of being a first-line celebrity in the industry.

"Is this store new?"

The store manager of Zifang'an, who hadn't gone back behind him, spoke up and said: "Yes, it's only been a week, and it's been renovated up and down. The decisiveness of the store manager is admirable."

Said, hesitated for a moment.

"Mr. Anton, in fact, that place has the background of Yuanyue. It is an industry under Yuanyue's banner and has been idle for a long time."

Yuanyue?Ando Shingo, who was about to get in the car, suddenly became interested.

"Have the courage to open a new restaurant in such an area and location. I am very curious about the store manager or chef!"

After closing the car door, the electronic lock beeped twice, Anton Shingo put the key back in his trouser pocket, "Just get the material by the way."

"Hey wait."

Shiraishi Yuki, a 40-year-old man named Shiraishi Yuki, the store manager of Zifangan, also chased after him.

Jingle Bell.

"welcome--"

On a bench near the door, two waitresses who were swiping their mobile phones stood up the moment the doorbell rang, with impeccable business smiles on their faces.

"Gentlemen, please show your reservation number," said a waiter.

Anton Shinwu was serious, and just handed out a prepared business card: "I want to talk to your store manager or chef."

The woman who took the business card glanced at it, bowed in surprise, and quickly ran to the lounge next door.

Another woman guides the two to sit down.

"We provide coffee and juice for free, what do you need sir?"

"coffee."

"Give me a glass of juice with ice."

The waitress said to wait a moment, and left in small steps.

The remaining two guests turned their heads to look around.

"It can be seen that the decoration here has not started much work, and the style of the European-style house is basically maintained." As the owner of the same street, Shiraishi Yuki is also the first time to visit this house. "Added tables and chairs, set up partitions, and There are some decorations that increase the atmosphere, but they don’t destroy the original style. It seems that the supervisor either has overseas experience or is an artist himself.”

Anto Shingo also nodded.

Collecting materials from everywhere, visiting famous stores, the high-end gourmet houses that this 'food writer' has seen are not one or two.

And here is as small as a vase or an oil painting, all of which are "foreign style" that people can't pick out.

Even those high-end western food restaurants in Roppongi next door are hard to be so comprehensive.

Now, Anton Shingo became more interested, and his curiosity also grew.

who can that be?

The chef.

It has something to do with Yuanyue, could it be that big guy in the alumni circle?
I went to find the store manager and the chef's waiter, but they didn't return, and the coffee and juice were brought to the table first.

To be honest, I just came out of the Zifang Temple next door and received a grand reception from Yuki Shiraishi. Ando Shingo is not thirsty or hungry now.

Ordering a cup of coffee is just a courtesy.

however.

When the hot coffee cup, together with the small sugar bowl, was placed in front of him, Shingo Anto realized that things were not simple.

"What is this fragrance?"

An extremely unfamiliar aroma of coffee beans.

For the big names in the industry, this is like opening the door to a new world!
In fact, Anton Shingo didn't care about burning his mouth, and when he tried to take a sip, the exotic flavor that suddenly filled his mouth really brought this 'food writer' to a vast new world.

Next to it, Shiraishi Yuki, the owner of Zifangan, is a nine-star chef and is very close to a special class.

He was fascinated by the iced juice that had just been served to the guests.

"Probably... close to coconut milk?"

There is a scent of the bay and the tropics, the key is very palatable. Compared with 'coconut juice', it is less jerky, and the fragrance is more intense. It is mixed with icy coolness, and the body will feel light after drinking a few consecutive sips.

"Ahhh!"

Shiraishi Yuki's eyelids were clenched and he was sleepy, as if he had forgotten the restaurant business problems that had plagued him these days.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps.

"Two gentlemen?"

Kikuchi garden fruit has arrived.

"What kind of coffee is this?" Anton Shingo asked frantically.

"Hey, I don't know too well." Mu Jiuzhiyuan fruit shook his head, apologetic, "I'm just the chef here, these coffee beans, the thick-skinned fruits of fried juice, belong to the 'special ingredients' specially provided by the owner .”

"Is that so..."

Anton Shingo thought of the industry here, which was related to Yuanyue, and couldn't help but feel moved. Could it be some kind of undisclosed 'alienated ingredients'?
Most likely!

He looked up at Mu Jiuzhi Yuanguo, and he thought it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember the name for a while.

It was Mu Jiuzhi himself who smiled and introduced himself: "Mu Jiuzhi Yuanguo, the 89th graduate of Yuanyue, the manager and chef of the 'Chunguo Pavilion' restaurant."

"Graduate 89, no wonder."

Anton Shen knew it in my heart.

Graduated less than two years, certainly not super-level.

Immediately, he and Shiraishi Yuki opened the menu.

Very unfamiliar dish name!
""Three Eggs Shaomai", "Baoshan Flying Dragon Pot", "Jizi Shrimp Soup and Meat Soup"?"

Full of question marks.

"Isn't it a western restaurant?" The two looked up, as if confirming it, and looked around the environment with strong foreign wind again.

Mujiu Zhiyuan Guo's smile remained unchanged: "We are a comprehensive gourmet restaurant, and we don't stick to any region or cuisine culture, but anything that meets the characteristics of 'dark cuisine' will appear on the menu one after another in the future, so stay tuned .”

"..."

Anton Shingo looked intently, and was silent for a while.

Per capita consumption, 5 yen? !

Shiraishi Yuki, the owner of the 'Zifangan' next door, had a dumbfounding expression on his face.

They are a time-honored and well-known kaiseki restaurant, and the per capita consumption is only 2 to 3 yen. What's more frightening is that the kaiseki cuisine is a complete set. After following the standard process, there are at least a dozen dishes. And the so-called 'dark dishes' sold here are marked with fixed meals.

One dish, one meal, one soup.

This is a set meal, also called a set meal.

(End of this chapter)