The Secret to Picking Up Girls

It wasn't that Zhang Yuze didn't want to order, but having come to this forsaken place, he really didn't know what there was to eat. Because he really disliked this country, Zhang Yuze rarely ate Japanese food in China. He had never even tried Japanese cuisine, even though it seemed quite famous.

Sure enough, the owner looked at the words Zhang Yuze typed on his phone, "Yoshi, yoshi," and then nodded at Zhang Yuze before leaving.

Zhang Yuze became somewhat displeased when he heard what the Japanese owner said. Coming here to eat, the tone sounded like the Japanese devils entering the village during World War II. However, Zhang Yuze's stomach was already a little hungry, so he didn't argue too much with the owner, but casually found a table and sat down.

Before Zhang Yuze's butt could even get warm, the Japanese owner brought over a plate and placed it in front of Zhang Yuze, along with a bottle.

"You… IUOI," the Japanese owner gestured a few times at Zhang Yuze with his hands and then retreated.

Although Zhang Yuze didn't understand what the Japanese owner was saying to him, he could roughly guess that the owner meant for him to enjoy his meal. It was just that the efficiency was a little too high!

However, when Zhang Yuze looked at the red and white chunks in front of him, he frowned. Although there were some seasonings covering it, Zhang Yuze could still smell a somewhat fishy odor.

Zhang Yuze didn't start eating right away, but picked up a bottle from the side and looked at it. The characters on it were somewhat similar to those in China. Zhang Yuze read, "Caviar!"

"Could this be the famous Japanese caviar?" Zhang Yuze muttered to himself.

Because he was a little hungry, Zhang Yuze picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of meat, and put it in his mouth. But when Zhang Yuze bit down, he wanted to spit it out immediately and rushed to the kitchen to rinse his mouth.

"Damn it! It's raw! Are you kidding me?" Zhang Yuze was extremely angry and returned to the table, slamming his hand on it, expressing his dissatisfaction to the owner.

The owner didn't know why Zhang Yuze was angry and came to Zhang Yuze, gesticulating in front of him and saying something to Zhang Yuze.

Zhang Yuze listened to his gibberish and didn't know what he was saying, feeling truly depressed.

"Sir, this is Japanese sashimi, it's supposed to be like this. It's very famous here. Sir, you might have just come from China and are not used to it?" Just then, a voice came from beside Zhang Yuze, saying to him with a smile.