Hikigaya, the Son-in-law of Three Surnames

But it was too late to regret now. She could only set up the machine, take out the ingredients, and brush the machine with a brush dipped in peanut oil. After waiting for the machine to heat up, she started frying and roasting the ingredients.

Soon, it was eight o'clock and the Sacred Heart Festival was about to begin.

As the annual anniversary program of Xiuzhiyuan, it is also an excellent opportunity to showcase the style of Xiuzhiyuan to parents and educators from all walks of life.

Every parent and relevant person has a special person in a suit and tie to personally deliver the invitation letter to their door instead of choosing ordinary mail. The dignity of an aristocratic school is reflected in the details.

Perhaps the Shuchiin board of directors is not good at practical work. After all, Shuchiin has been declining in the ranking of Tokyo universities in recent years, but when it comes to how to interact with politicians and business celebrities and flatter them, the board of directors is professional.

Only those with an invitation letter are allowed to enter Shuchiin to participate in the Sacred Heart Festival. The invitation letter will also come with five redemption tickets for consumption within the school.

These exchange tickets will be the basis for the votes in selecting "MISS Shuchiin".

You can use the money to exchange for delicious snacks made by students at the snack stands, or you can vote for the students who impressed you most after watching a concert or a stage play.

The time soon reached eight o'clock and the school radio began to sound, announcing the start of the Sacred Heart Festival as well as some formulaic welcome lines and precautions.

Parents, along with their family members, began to enter the venue after having their tickets cut at the security office. Gradually, the school road in front of the school gate began to become lively.

Since most of the people who come here are powerful people, they look very respectable. They are more curious about the snack stalls instead of rushing to them like in ordinary festivals.

For example, Mr. Kitano, who was holding his 10-year-old daughter's hand, came from a family that had been manufacturing ships for generations and was somewhat famous among the aristocratic families in Tokyo. He had not come to the Sacred Heart Festival for the past two years due to work, but considering that this was his son's last year of high school, he brought his daughter here to see what was so special about the so-called Sacred Heart Festival.

He was a little disappointed to see that the stalls on both sides of the school road were selling ordinary festival food. He had originally thought that he would see something more novel.

"Kanae, would you like some apple candy?" Mr. Kitano asked his daughter.

In fact, he was not interested at all. He just looked at his daughter's sparkling eyes and felt that children really like to be lively. As long as it is lively, it is enough. Only adults like to find fault.

But after looking around, the little girl just shook her head and said, "I've seen it, and that candy apple is not as good as the one made by the nanny. I don't want it."

Although he is young, he is an absolute picky foodie. Mr. Kitano smiled helplessly.

"Then let's go find your brother, okay?"

The little girl nodded gently, but just as Mr. Kitano was about to take his daughter's hand to leave the snack area where the flow of people was getting increasingly dense, his daughter held him back.

"Dad, I smell something very special."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to pull Mr. Kitano and followed the smell he smelled.

At this time, the snack area had already gathered some people, and even many parents came here with empty stomachs just to taste the snacks made by their children at the Sacred Heart Festival. However, Mr. Kitano was pulled to a very marginal stall by his daughter.

The stall owner was a very pretty girl, but now she was staring at the crowd, looking pitiful, weak and helpless.

Chapter 127 Even dipped in slippers tastes good!

Although it is pitiful, weak and helpless, it can eat a lot.

May took bites of what she had baked, and the happier her expression became the more she ate.

"Well, although it doesn't look good, it tastes really good."

The girl couldn't help but sigh. It wasn't that she wanted to steal food. But there were no customers in front of her stall. What should she do?

She could only digest it by herself. It was definitely not because she got greedy while roasting it. It was the man's order.

"Sister, you are eating with great relish. Is the food delicious?" Suddenly, a little girl's voice was heard in front of the stall. May looked up and found that it was a father and daughter. The little girl had to look up to see herself.

"Excuse me, is this grilled sausage?" Mr. Kitano asked with particular curiosity.

This somewhat strange machine has ten semi-cylindrical depressions on it, and ten sausage-like foods are placed inside the depressions, sizzling with the vegetable oil inside. However, these sausages are very different from the sausages Mr. Kitano has in mind. The surface is pink, and they don't look like sausages either. Mr. Kitano, who traveled around the world as a sailor when he was young, has also tasted them, whether it is Germany's garlic sausage, Russia's ruble sausage or Harbin's red sausage.

"Yeah, that's right." May nodded and bit the half sausage on the skewer into her mouth in one breath.

“Is this pure meat sausage?”

Mr. Kitano asked with some confusion. The sausage in front of him obviously did not have the tightness of those pure meat sausages, and looked even softer.

"No, this is starch sausage, not pure meat sausage." May said seriously.

Mr. Kitano's expression became subtle. The name sounds very cheap. As the name suggests, is it the same as kneading starch into meat to make sausages?

"Um, is this a popular food that has become popular recently?" Please forgive Mr. Kitano for not having heard of it. He doesn't think he is someone who is particularly out of touch with the masses, but he has never seen this kind of sausage in his country.

"Not really, this is a popular food at street stalls in other countries." But she also heard this from Hikigaya Hachiman. After all, in Japan, it is difficult to find this kind of starch sausage unless you look for it specifically.

Mr. Kitano became hesitant. Would this really not make him sick? He seemed a little suspicious.

After seeing the expression of the middle-aged man in the suit, May couldn't help but feel discouraged. Is it really going to turn out like this?

Did Hikigaya Hachiman's way of teaching me yesterday really not work?

After all, selling such unpopular and cheap food in this aristocratic school would definitely not be welcomed, right?

The food was so delicious that May recalled the scene of following him to Mr. Kasumigaoka's house last night.

"Hey, May? How come you are hanging out with this guy?" Shiyu said with some surprise.

She did not attend the festival on the eve of the festival, but was still working on her manuscript in her apartment as the deadline was approaching.

As for why Shiyu knew May, coincidentally, Shiyu was the Chinese teacher in May's class.

"Good evening, Mr. Kasumigaoka." May bowed lightly very politely.

Hachiman said impatiently, "We'll have plenty of time to exchange pleasantries later, so let's get down to business first. Kasumigaoka, where is the sausage grill we used last time?"

Shiyu complained, "Why are you in such a hurry just after coming back? I just put it in the storage room. Hey, are you going to grill sausages for me again?"

As she spoke, Miss Xia Shizi couldn't help drooling. It was late at night and she couldn't talk about this.

Yawata quickly took out the sausage roaster he had used before from the storage room. There were two boxes of unopened starch sausages next to it. This stuff is durable. After roasting it for Miss Kasumi Shiko once, she clamored for it about a week later. After all, this stuff is really hard to find in Japan.

Hachiman took out a sausage wrapped in plastic and cut off the plastic with scissors.

May has a natural passion for things like food.

"Hey, you want me to run a snack stand, but I don't know how to cook." May said honestly. Although she knew how to appreciate delicious food, she had no interest in cooking.

"Is there anything to be proud of?" Hachiman said speechlessly.

"It's not that I'm proud. Is this thing in your hand delicious? It feels a little weird." May looked at the pink and soft starch sausage with a suspicious expression.

May likes sausages very much, and her favorite is crispy black pepper sausage. It must be pure meat. When you bite it, it seems to bounce in your mouth, and the gravy overflows, exuding the aroma of meat and the spicy taste of black pepper. It is really great.

"Take a bite." Hachiman said expressionlessly.

May hesitated for a moment, took the sausage from Hachiman and took a bite, and her face fell instantly.

This thing tastes worse than I imagined. It has no texture at all. It's soft and feels like eating plasticine, and it has no taste at all.

Tongue, tongue is going to break.

Hachiman said ruthlessly: "Don't leave any leftovers after eating it. Don't waste food."

"Wuwuwu" May looked like she wanted to vomit but couldn't. She stuffed the starch sausage into her mouth with a bitter face.

Shi Yu at the side couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Haha, if you eat this directly, it's really torture."

"How is it?" Hachiman asked after seeing the girl swallow the last bite.

"It's so disgusting. Can you really sell something like this at a stall? Will you get arrested by the police?"

Sellers who offer this kind of food are committing a crime!

Hachiman smiled and said, "If you want to have any hope of escaping the Sacred Heart Festival, you have to rely on this."

May gave a very subtle expression that said, "Are you stupid?"

Without explaining, Hachiman began to clean the sausage grilling machine, then heated it up and brushed it with oil. He placed the starch sausages on it and fried them. Soon, a faint fragrance began to waft out.

May stretched her neck and thought, this must be fake. Something that smells good may not necessarily taste good, especially since she had already eaten it.

While the starch sausage was being fried, May saw the man mixing the soy sauce with smooth movements. Although May had not tasted it yet, the tempting aroma of the sauce made it delicious even when dipped in slippers!

Soon, Hachiman took out a fried starch sausage from the sausage grill, smeared it with the sauce, and then coated it with the sprinkles next to it. Then he placed the grilled sausage in front of him. It was exactly the same as the sausage he had just eaten, but now it looked very tempting.

But the taste just now was so nightmarish that May didn't even have the courage to try it.

Before she could take it, it was snatched away by Teacher Kasumigaoka next to her.

"If you don't want to eat, then I won't be polite." Miss Xia Shizi said enthusiastically.

He bit into the grilled sausage covered in sauce, making a crispy sound and with a happy expression on his face.

The girl couldn't help but swallow and look at Hachiman. The man silently took out another sausage from the sausage grill, coated it with sauce and sprinkles, and handed it to May.

The fragrance was so tempting that May took a bite.

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May took a bite, and the fragrant taste burst out from the taste buds. The rich sauce instantly occupied the mouth. Unlike the first soft starch sausage she ate, the starch sausage became crispy and delicious after frying. It tasted very refreshing when bitten, which formed a contrast with the soft inside, not to mention the roughness of the peanut crumbs and peach crisps further increased the layering of taste.

May's delicious radar beeped, and for some reason the hair on her head stood up.

This is an instinctive reaction when encountering delicious food, and the girl's eyes became sparkling.

"good to eat!"

Why does it become so delicious?

"Right, right? When this guy first brought it to me, I laughed at him for having no taste. But the more I eat this sausage, the more I become addicted to it." Shiyu next to her couldn't help but say.

Hachiman also picked up one and said, "Whether it tastes good or not is subjective, but the taste is not bad at all. It is a kind of food that can be welcomed by most people. Most importantly, it is easy to make. Even people who don't know how to cook can make money from it. It's just right for you."

May nodded heavily and watched the whole process of what Hachiman had just done. Even she was confident that she would be able to learn it quickly.

"However, there are still two problems here," said Hachiman.

Just as Mayu was wondering what the problem was, Hachiman handed another roasted one to Kasumigaoka-sensei.

However, Kasumigaoka-sensei, who had just taken the stick from May, looked embarrassed and said, "Eh, I'm a little tired of it. I don't want to eat it anymore."

May took the grilled sausage and continued to eat it. It was so delicious, how could she get tired of it so quickly?

Hachiman smiled and said, "Although this thing is indeed delicious, it's because of the chemical reaction between the fried starch and the rich sauce that it's easy to get sick of it if you eat more than two at a time. If you eat more, I won't want to eat it again for a month."

"Why, I think I can eat it every day." May took bites one by one, showing a happy expression.

"You are not a normal person." Hachiman easily expelled the girl from the human race.

May's expression became subtly unhappy.

"Another drawback is that this food is very cheap. Not only is it not as good as the top-quality beef barbecue we just had, it's even worse than ordinary pure meat sausage. For the students and parents of the aristocratic school Shuchiyuan, it is difficult to try such common food. However, the crisis itself is also an opportunity. Because they are used to eating healthy and refreshing food, this unhealthy and greasy but delicious food is also a new experience for them."

"But isn't this a contradiction? If they are unwilling to try, how can they experience this new thing?" Shiyu asked curiously.

Hachiman nodded, then looked at Mayu and said, "So when the stall opens, if no one comes, you can just eat while you wait."

"Eh?!" Is there such a good thing?

"But why?" May asked in confusion.

Hachiman said mysteriously, "Just do as I say. Believe me, this sausage has the potential to rival your four sisters."

May's thoughts gradually came back from her memories. At this time, she already knew Hachiman's intention of asking her to cheat.

The little girl came over out of curiosity because she saw that she was eating with great relish.

"Come, sister will give you one, it tastes very good." May said sincerely, sharing delicious food seemed to have become her instinct.

May picked up a grilled starch sausage, brushed it with sauce and sprinkles and handed it to the little girl. The little girl took it without even asking her father.

"Thank you sister!"

Mr. Kitano's expression became subtle, as if he was trying to say that children should not eat food handed to them by strangers.

But this is not a stranger, after all, it is a vendor certified by the Shuchiyuan Student Union. But what if I get sick from eating this strange thing?

May seemed to know the middle-aged man's concerns, so she took a bite of a grilled starch sausage and said, "Don't worry, sir. I have eaten almost ten sausages from yesterday to now. There will be no health problems."

Now the middle-aged man is no longer worried about health problems. Instead, he looks at the girl with some surprise. What's wrong with this girl? Is she a foodie?

May seemed to have thought of something, and then handed another sausage to Mr. Kitano: "If you are worried, you can try it too."

Anyway, this stuff is very cheap, and there are two boxes left, so I can give it away for free. If no one buys it now, I won't have any hope for May.

Mr. Kitano took it after a moment's hesitation. Mainly because he was still a little worried if Kanae ate alone, but he couldn't bear to ruin his daughter's mood.

Seeing Kanae blowing on the sausage to cool it down, and then taking a small bite, which made a crisp sound, her daughter's eyes lit up: "It's delicious, sister, this is the first time I've eaten sausages with this flavor."

May seemed proud of recommending her favorite food: "Hehe."

Seeing them like this, Mr. Kitano also took a bite. The temperature of the sausage just off the grill was indeed very high. But it also exuded a rich aroma. The crispy and tender surface and the sauce were different from any style of sausage Mr. Kitano had eaten before, but they were not inferior to any style of sausage.