Food Wars, My Dishes Don't Just Shine

However, once his hands were wrapped around Bai Yuan's neck, the panic vanished without a trace.

"Alright, we've been working all day and we're all sweaty. Let's go take a shower first."

Bai Yuan closed the shop door with his foot and strode towards the second floor of the restaurant.

"I just finished showering."

"No wonder you smell so good. Come with me for another bath!"

"Okay, then you'll have to blow-dry my hair for me later!"

"No need, I'll tie it into a high ponytail later. I've eaten a lot of pineapple these past few days."

"Oh, you're bad!"

The sound faded into the distance, leaving only the clatter of footsteps on the wooden planks. Kikuchi Yoko's shyness reached its peak when she heard Shiroyuki say that she had eaten a lot of pineapple.

As for why the other party did this, she had already understood it last time.

It is indeed much sweeter.

The next morning, Bai Yuan emerged from the Spring Fruit Pavilion looking refreshed.

Kikuchi Sonoka stood at the door to see them off. She was wearing a well-tailored cheongsam, her figure curvaceous and shapely, and her eyes were filled with tenderness that seemed to melt into water.

"I almost forgot about that guy, he's so barely noticeable..."

He hopped on his bicycle and sped off towards Chinatown.

In the past few days, he visited many students' shops, but he forgot about Mito Ikumi, the sexy girl with dark skin.

Looking at the message on his phone, he was surprised to find that the other person had started working in Chinatown, and the shop where they worked was a Chinese fried rice specialty store.

What is a Chinese fried rice specialty store? As the name suggests, it is a store that specializes in selling fried rice.

We don't sell anything except fried rice.

It gives one the feeling of concentrating on one point to reach the pinnacle.

By the time Bai Yuan arrived at Chinatown, it was already around nine o'clock in the morning.

The area was bustling with people coming and going, making it look exceptionally lively.

On both sides of this Chinatown street, various kinds of food are sold.

Siu mai, shrimp dumplings, char siu bao. Spring rolls, chive pancakes, scallion pancakes. Fried rice noodles, hand-pulled noodles, dan dan noodles. Stinky tofu, jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe), roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

The stalls on both sides exude an enticing aroma, filled with famous Chinese snacks. No matter where in China you're from, you can find the taste of home here. And the majority of visitors here are tourists from China, not Japanese.

"Delicious! How come the food in Japan's Chinatown tastes even better than what we have back home?!"

"Idiot, this is a place that faces the world, so it's normal that the food here is better than the average food street in China."

As Bai Yuan passed by a pan-fried dumpling shop, he overheard a couple talking.

As a town rooted in Japan and open to the world, the food here is of a very high standard, and the aromas wafting through the streets are mostly from second-class cuisine.

It should be said that dishes below level two in quality would have a very hard time surviving here.

According to the information on her phone, Mito Ikumi went to a fried food restaurant that was doing poorly, and because there were only an odd number of students left, she was the only one who went to the restaurant.

That's incredibly unlucky.

"Boss, two bowls of spicy soup, please."

With nothing to do, Bai Yuan found a stall to sit down and called out to the busy owner.

"Alright, please have a seat and try our meatball hot and sour soup."

The shop owner, speaking fluent Shaanxi dialect, ladled a bowl of steaming hot meatball soup for Bai Yuan as he spoke.

"The aroma is quite authentic."

Judging from the flavor, the broth should be made by simmering beef bones and mutton, then adding fragrant spices such as Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, and cinnamon, and finally thickening it into a thick paste.

Looking at the spicy soup in front of him, Bai Yuan exclaimed in admiration, then picked up the bowl and took a sip.

The first taste is a rich meaty aroma, followed by the numbing and spicy sensation from pepper and Sichuan peppercorns, which makes you sweat slightly, warms your stomach, and whets your appetite.

"The boss is an expert!"

The busy boss couldn't help but speak up after hearing Bai Yuan's evaluation.

"I've eaten it a few times, and these meatballs taste really good. The beef with a good balance of lean and fat is minced, seasoned with minced ginger, five-spice powder, and other spices, then kneaded until it's firm and elastic before being shaped into small meatballs. After cooking, they are firm and chewy. When you bite into them, the meat juice mixes with the spiciness of the hot and sour soup, and the more you chew, the more fragrant they become."

Of course, the key is freshness; it shouldn't be one of those pre-made meatballs, which is quite rare for a mobile stall.

Hearing the praise from the owner of the spicy soup shop, Bai Yuan smiled, then scooped up a beef meatball and ate it mixed with the spicy soup.

The next moment, the aroma exploded in my mouth, leaving me feeling exceptionally satisfied.

Besides meatballs, the hot and sour soup also contains potatoes, carrots, cabbage, green beans, and other vegetables, stewed until soft but not mushy, and soaked in the savory and spicy broth. The potatoes are creamy, the carrots are slightly sweet, and paired with the meatballs, every spoonful offers a different texture experience.

"Bill, please."

After finishing a bowl of hot and spicy soup, Bai Yuan got up to pay the bill and then headed to the next shop selling spring rolls.

Time also slipped away quietly during this process.

"We've finally arrived. They're actually using live cooking to attract customers. That's quite a strategy, Meat Charm."

After wiping the oil from the corners of his mouth with a tissue, Bai Yuan arrived at the opposite side of the Chinese Fried Rice Restaurant.

Watching Mito Ikumi move the stove outside and sweat profusely in the sunlight, an expression of appreciation appeared on her face.

For a shop whose reputation has been damaged, the quickest way to attract customers is to put on a cooking show, using their superb culinary skills to draw in customers.

Mito Ikumi is doing just that.

However, compared to other diverse dishes, the fried rice was rather plain and unremarkable, so much so that even though Mito Ikumi was working hard to make it at the shop entrance, there were very few customers.

Anyone need some fried rice? Money back guarantee if you don't like it!

Mito Ikumi called out as she scooped the Lao Gan Die fried rice from the pot onto a plate, heading towards the street.

It attracted a lot of attention for a while, but no one was willing to come and try it.

Because fried rice is just too ordinary.

Tourists who have come from afar naturally want to try some local delicacies.

Nobody wants to eat fried rice, a dish that can be easily made at home, at this time of year.

"Fried rice, piping hot fried rice, or your money back!"

He handed the fried rice to the original shop owner, who then took on the role of a deliveryman.

Mito Ikumi's arrival increased his shop's customer traffic several times over, barely bringing him to break even or even making a small profit.

"Mito-san, since there are no guests, why don't you take a rest?"

After delivering the food to the customers, the shop owner returned and saw Mito Ikumi desperately trying to attract customers in front of the stove. Feeling a little guilty, he went up to her and offered her some advice.

The fact that the other person was so capable made him seem somewhat useless.

"No need, I'm not very tired yet. If you're tired, you should go and rest."

Mito Ikumi waved her hand slightly to indicate her refusal.

She has only cooked thirteen pots of fried rice since this morning. This amount is far from enough to allow her to grow. If she continues like this, she may not even pass this field training.

After all, the prerequisite for successful on-site training is achieving significant results.

What kind of achievement is it to make fried rice at one shop? Even if the shop owner is very satisfied with her, it won't affect the final judgment. At the very least, she needs to attract half of the customers in the entire Chinatown!

But fried rice is pitifully uncompetitive in Chinatown...

For a moment, Mito Ikumi felt somewhat disheartened.

If it were Teacher Baiyuan, what would he do in this situation?

Since there were no guests, Mito Ikumi stood in front of the stove and began to think.

"Have she fallen into a fixed mindset? Looks like I have to step in and help her..."

Looking at the dismal business of the fried rice restaurant, and Mito Ikumi standing there pondering, unable to come up with a solution for a long time.

Bai Yuan felt that he should fulfill his duties as a teacher.

Chapter 315 The Way to Break the Stalemate—Was all of this within his expectations?!

"Give me ten servings of golden fried rice, to be done within ten minutes. If it takes longer, I don't want any more."

As he spoke, Bai Yuan got up and went to the entrance of the Chinese fried rice restaurant. He spoke to Mito Ikumi, who was preparing dishes and ready to welcome the next customer.

He was wearing a black baseball cap and a mask, with the brim pulled low, and his voice was deeper than usual, so Mito Ikumi didn't recognize him.

"Can ten servings of fried rice be made in ten minutes...?"

Watching Bai Yuan's retreating figure as he entered the store after finishing his speech, Mito Ikumi's expression froze for a moment.

The guy in front of her looks like he's all alone, how could he possibly eat ten servings of fried rice? It sounds like he's just here to make fun of her!

"Never mind, this is a rare big order, a perfect opportunity to practice. I'll do everything I can to complete it!"

Although she couldn't quite understand why Bai Yuan ordered so much fried rice by herself, as a chef, her first priority was to meet the customer's needs.

As for the rest, let the store manager take care of it!

"Ten servings of golden fried rice can be made in ten minutes, and it takes about three minutes to make one pot of fried rice."

In other words, only by using three or even four pots simultaneously can the customer's request be fulfilled within the allotted time...

After quickly calculating the time needed to complete the dish, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Mito Ikumi's forehead.

However, she was not nervous at all; on the contrary, she was extremely excited.

As Master Baiyuan once said, the more demanding the guest, the greater the reward after fulfilling their request.

At this moment, the challenge of making ten servings of fried rice has become a large ball of experience in Mito Ikumi's mind. As long as she can complete it, she can make progress.

It seems we have to give it our all this time!

"Crack! Boom!"

With a slight twitch of the finger, the switch under the stove shifted 90 degrees to the right, and flames roared up from the three stoves, the scorching air swirling around them.

Mito Ikumi's eyes narrowed, and the muscles in her arms suddenly tensed as she abruptly placed three woks on different burners at the same time.