Tokyo Wingman King

The Baroque-style Belvedere Palace is very similar to the Palace of Versailles in some details, and because of the height difference in terrain, it also has the flavor of Italian terraced gardens.

Pochi took a photo in front of the naked female monster with a human face, a sphinx body and bird wings, gesticulated in front of her chest and said with a smile, "Austrians also believe that anything this big is a monster."

This sentence made Fujiwara very angry. She knew clearly that she was no match for the monster Pochi, but she still used a pair of dragon claw hands, vowing to crush Pochi until he was swollen.

The two men tangled and rolled onto the grass by the roadside, their hair and clothes covered with grass clippings.

After a while, Pochi was riding on the opponent's belly, tickling Fujiwara as a punishment.

Even though there were only a few tourists in the Belvedere Gardens at the moment and only a few glanced at him, Jiandao still stepped back and looked into the distance, pretending that he didn't know the two people.

The fight between the idiots ended with Fujihara calling a halt and Pochi won.

Asama took Fujiwara's camera and captured this scene. For a moment, he empathized with Fujiwara.

"What a shame." Fenghuangyuan, who was determined not to show any favor to Fujiwara, sighed.

Fujiwara brushed off the grass debris on his body and replied nonchalantly,

"Rome was destroyed by the northern barbarians, and civilization was defeated by barbarism. This is the norm of the world, and also the sadness of the world."

Asama felt that there was nothing wrong with what Fujiwara said, but it was a pity that it came out of her mouth.

Fujiwara couldn't handle Pochi, and he pouted and complained beside Asama,
"Your Asama family are descendants of the devil, like the Anjou family."

"Ah, yes, yes, we are all little Jap devils."

"I'm not the descendant of a ghost. The blood flowing in my body is the blood of the phoenix!"

Your mother's name is Fujiwara Mokou, right?!

Asama actually doesn't understand Fujiwara Ai, who is obviously well-informed but always acts like a fool. The adjective "nerd" definitely can't be applied to her. I remember when she first took me to do relationship consultation, she warned me, "Asama, the more capable a person is, the less afraid of conflicts and offending others. The opposite is also true!"

All we can say is that the Fujiwara family’s tradition is too upright.

As they didn't have much lunch and had a hasty breakfast in order to catch the plane, they quickly toured the Jingjing Palace and started looking for food.

Jiandao took out the food map that he discussed with Pochi, Futami, and Houhouin, and took Asama to taste many hard dishes, including beef consommé with beef bone marrow and steak, red beef stew, and butter stew with noodles.

Fujiwara, who seemed to be isolated, did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he stuck to Asama more freely and enjoyed the interaction with him, which made him feel disgusted and confused.

After strolling the streets of Vienna for an hour to digest their food, the group finally arrived at the Golden Fried Pork Cutlet restaurant that Pochi had been longing for, which has a history of more than 120 years. They waited in line for 20 minutes before entering the restaurant.

Except for Pochi, the other girls seemed to have lost the desire to continue eating the main dishes. Hououin and Fujiwara only ordered drinks, while Futami and Majima ordered a fried pork cutlet set meal. Pochi ordered two fried pork cutlets with different flavors and three side dishes, while Asama ordered a traditional fried pork cutlet with pork.

Because of the girls' outstanding looks, the waiter invited them to check in on X and INS, saying that the restaurant could give them some desserts for free. Only Futami, Majima, and Pochi checked in.

This popular restaurant serves food faster than anyone expected. Before you can even take two sips of the appetizer berry drink, the hot, golden fried pork chops are served on the table.

Pochi said happily.

"I didn't expect it to be this big, I thought it was about 6 inches, it looks really good."

Pochi's knife made a sound when it scraped against the golden crispy crust of the pork chop. She nodded with satisfaction, took a few photos of the golden fried pork chop with her phone, and handed the phone to Asama.

"A Shui, please, take a picture for me~"

Pochi picked up a pork cutlet that was bigger than his face and placed it next to his face, then posed with a smile.

She wrote the words [浅间@波奇] on her fried pork cutlet with ketchup. The other girls thought she was just writing her own name and didn't notice anything unusual.

Asana used a knife to pick out the heart symbol in the middle of her name at lightning speed, and then took a few photos of her.

"Hey Ah Shui! That's the key!"

"You're not young anymore, stop pretending to be cute."

Pochi took the phone angrily, but when he saw that Asana took the photo of him looking particularly beautiful, his anger suddenly disappeared.

Anyway, she can photoshop it back when she goes back.

"A Shui, it is said that the life of a deep-fried pork chop is only 3 minutes. After this time, it will have no soul. Eat it quickly~"

Isn't this phrase used to describe French fries?

Asama looked at his traditional fried pork cutlet and started to use his knife and fork.

This Austrian national delicacy, which has a maximum diameter of more than 30cm, is pounded into a thin pancake, coated with egg noodles and deep-fried in lard. Some bubbles are created between the golden and crispy dough and the pork chop during frying, and the two can be easily separated. The pork chop is not a minced meat patty, but a bit like the beef slices that are pounded when eating Chaoshan beef hot pot.

It's delicious whether you eat it plain, with just a squeeze of lemon, or dip it in Worcestershire sauce, ketchup, lingonberry sauce, or mayonnaise.

There are many restaurants in Austria that only sell fried pork chops, which is a bit like the braised chicken restaurants that once occupied the streets and alleys in China in the past. However, the side dishes of these fried pork chops restaurants are diverse. Various potato salads, fried potatoes, potatoes with sauerkraut, mashed potatoes with oil and vinegar. Well, why are they all potatoes?

It is said that the world's first fried pork cutlet originated in Austria, and the Wiener Fried Pork Cutlet is also known as the "world's most delicious fried pork cutlet". The fried pork cutlets in Japanese restaurants and pork cutlet rice in police stations all have to call the Wiener Fried Pork Cutlet the grandpa.

However, Asama had also heard the story about fried pork cutlet [origin - most delicious - everyone has to call it grandpa] in Milan in his previous life.

Whether Vienna is the hometown of fried pork chops or not, people eat more of them than Amsterdam.

Mashima and Futami were sharing a portion of fried pork cutlet. They were eating very elegantly, and it seemed as if they were 10000 years different from someone like Pochi who just ate the food with his hands.

Noticing Asana's gaze, Jiandao asked with a smile.

"It's really delicious, and a little different from the fried pork chops we had before. Jingshui, do you think this dish is difficult to replicate?"

"It's OK. The ingredients are simple, black and white pepper, sea salt, rose salt and vanilla salt. The dough is made of flour, egg liquid and bread crumbs, which is not difficult to make. If you want the dough to be so crispy, you need to fry it at about 160 degrees, and then fry it again in a pan at 180 degrees. If you want the meat to be so juicy, choose the pork chop, marinate it with salt first, and then pound it into a thin layer of about 6 mm."

"Could it be that Asama Asama has memorized the recipe in advance?!"

"In his previous life, Ah Shui was the first of the Ten Great Masters of Totsuki who had a golden tongue~"

Pochi, where are you from, fictional historian?
"Isn't there some secret formula or something like that?"

Hearing Jiandao's question, Asama replied,

"The core quality of all popular things lies in simplicity. As a national delicacy, Wiener Schnitzel is not as complicated as you might think."

"It's golden fried pork cutlet!"

Pochi corrected.

Asana ignored her and spoke to Majima and Futami.

"If you're interested, let's try it together if we have a chance."

Jiandao, who was about to say "Please teach me when you have time", nodded with a smile - perhaps learning cooking is a better choice to stay with Asama than learning knowledge.

"Can I join?"

Phoenix Court asked, raising his hand.

"Of course, no problem. This is a department activity."

Fenghuangyuan laughed and said, "Then I'll arrange a central kitchen in the evening," and then picked up the phone to make a call.

Jiandao and Futami looked at Asama helplessly, and Asama shrugged.

"As long as you think it's okay."

"Aren't you going swimming with Risa-chan tonight?"

Who would swim at night? Well, Pochi and Fuzugawa are not normal people.

After Futami and Mashima's persuasion, Pochi finally compromised and said,

"Okay. For the sake of the golden fried pork cutlet."

She quickly finished a whole pork chop, smacking her lips with satisfaction.

"Is this pork chop really so delicious?" Fujiwara squeezed next to Asama and grabbed a bite of the fried pork chop and ate it.

The former minister ignored the sudden drop in pressure on the table, rubbed the air left by Asana after he dodged, and said,

"It's OK, but not as good as Asama Asama's cooking. Asama Asama, why don't you come to our house and cook for me alone? I'll take care of you~"

"Not interested in."

Asama quickly refused and glanced at her.

Although the girl in front of her could inherit enough wealth to last her ten lifetimes, from the perspective of being self-reliant, she would have trouble even supporting herself.

Fenghuangyuan put away his phone at this moment and said,

"The location is already secured. How about the cooking party starting at 8: p.m.?"

"No problem." x4
At this time, several desserts and snacks that Futami, Jiandao and others received as rewards for checking in on social media were also served on the table.

Erjian glanced at the pink pancake crust and smiled.

"Come to think of it, Shizumi-kun used to often bring snacks for us and the other guests at the Love Consultation Club to taste~"

"Is that true? Why doesn't the Great Sensei send it off now?"

Fenghuangyuan felt that he had suffered a great loss because he joined the department too late.

“Cost control.”

“Does our department have sufficient funds to restart next semester?”

“It’s okay to eat it occasionally.”

"Asama Asama, how did you turn my love consultation department into a cooking department!"

"You can choose not to eat then."

"Humph!"

A few people talked about Mr. Sasaki again.

"Sasaki-sensei said on Instagram that she is in the south of France, but she wants to come to Vienna."

"Eh? When was it sent?"

After hearing the conversation between Jiandao and Futami, Fenghuangyuan sighed,
"Sasaki-sensei cares a lot about the great teacher."

Fenghuangyuan drank the last sip of his juice and said,

"Speaking of Sasaki, when I first brought Asama Asama to ask her to be a counselor in our love counseling department, she rejected me. If she really liked Asama Asama, she wouldn't have rejected me, right?"

"Is this still happening? Shizumi-kun?"

"Well, Sasaki-sensei said at the time that she didn't have time for the time being."

Everyone realized who was the culprit who made Sasaki notice Asama.

"So, you've never met the counselor in our love counseling department."

"Tsuki-chan, doesn't our club have Riyo and Masumi as our advisors?"

"It's different. The student union stipulates that every formal club department must have a supervisory teacher as an advisor."

"So we belong to an informal society?"

"Hehe, you underestimate my abilities. The information about our love consulting department lists a blank consultant, but that doesn't mean we don't have a consultant!"

"Who is our advisory teacher?"

"Matsudaira~"

Upon hearing Fujiwara's answer, the Yinghe people except Asama were surprised.

"That unmotivated school doctor, Mr. Matsudaira?"

"No."

"Mr. Matsudaira who teaches classical Chinese?"

"No."

Futami and Majima choose to go to Asama for answers.

Asama sighed.

"Former Minister Fujiwara is looking for Principal Matsudaira."

"The bald guy who only knows how to laugh?"

Phoenix Courtyard speaks for everyone’s thoughts.

"Anyway, just pretend that the advisor doesn't exist."

After eating the fried pork chops, it was already 5pm.

The group, who visited three restaurants during those hours, decided to skip dinner.

They planned to call Ichijo, Fuzugawa, Shinomiya and others in the evening to make fried pork chops together and then have a midnight snack.

The problem of Phoenix Court spending money recklessly has come back again.

The supper venue is the Imperial Hotel Vienna, a neoclassical building located on Vienna's Ringstrasse, which was originally the city palace of the Duke of Württemberg.

It has a story no less than that of the Ritz Hotel. Princess Sissi, Bismarck, McMahon, Queen Elizabeth II, Emperor Akihito, King Bhumibol of Thailand and other global political leaders, as well as various literary and artistic celebrities such as Charlie Chaplin, Hitchcock, Wes Anderson, Karl Lagerfeld, and Michael Jackson have all been fascinated by this hotel.

Others come here to stay, but he and they come here to cook.

The hotel staff also couldn't understand why this group of Asian women wanted to book their restaurant.

“This hotel is the prototype hotel of the movie “The Grand Budapest Hotel”~”

Busei changed into a neat set of skirt and pants, and he didn't look tired at all.

Jinguji was wearing a complicated dress, as if she was going to attend a dance party, and it was obvious that she was not prepared to work.

Erjian, they also changed their clothes, mostly beautiful skirts.

Pochi, who was wearing an Adidas suit, said angrily that it was all his fault because he was reluctant to pay for the taxi, which caused her only ladylike clothes to be soaked with sweat.

Asana was wondering how many sets of clothes a girl would change in a day.

I got up early, took off my pajamas, and changed into something suitable for the weather. After getting off the plane, in order to be hygienic, I changed into something suitable for city roaming and taking photos. Now I changed into a skirt, and after returning to the hotel, I took a shower and changed into another set of pajamas.

This is not environmentally friendly at all.

Sometimes he understood that some of the beautiful dresses were worn by women for him to see, but he could not look carefully and praise each one's beauty carefully.

Just by accompanying them, the beauty of their gestures and smiles had overwhelmed the art and stories he had seen in the past few days and filled up his brain.

Asama shook his head to dispel the brief feeling of dizziness and confirmed Shinomiya's script - the cooking short play script that he had agreed to help her shoot when they were in Linjian School - "The Little Cook in the Palace".

Asama, who guest-starred as the chef, saw his first line:

"It's all wet, you're such a shameless country girl."

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There are too many unnecessary puns in it. (End of this chapter)