Tokyo Sound

"Actually, both are fine, but rooster meat is more delicate, and the soup stewed from it will be bland and not as delicious as that from hen meat. The fat of hens has a lower melting point, so it's easy to stew the fat out during stewing, so the chicken soup made in this way will naturally taste better." Uchida Maaya gave a more comprehensive explanation.

"...I see." Sakura Ayane nodded.

"Hehe, has it touched upon your blind spot in knowledge?" Someone squinted his eyes and joked, just like the way a certain Mr. Bank Card at home talks about weight.

"I know now, so it's not a blind spot anymore." Sakura Ayane retorted unhappily, "So-called growth means going from immaturity to maturity!"

Yin Ze blew on it again to clear away the oil, and the snow-white soup suddenly appeared before his eyes. He took a sip, and an indescribable fragrance suddenly lingered between his lips and teeth, which lingered for a long time.

It feels very strange.

There was something inexplicable running through my every limb.

It's not a seasoning, nor is it unpalatable. It's something more difficult to describe.

The wood-plank house on the high mountain, the big yellow dog lying in the open space in front of the door with its tongue hanging out, the distant stone road filled with mist in the morning, and the twinkling stars that were not far away in the clear summer night sky when I was a child wearing big shorts.

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't had this kind of soup for a long time.

In fact, such troublesome dishes that require hours of overcooking are unlikely to appear in the fast-paced lives of young people.

After you start working and live alone, you will find that rice bowls and noodles are the ultimate answer to being single. Even if you want to reward yourself on your day off and go out to party with colleagues and friends, you will choose barbecue, steak, flatbread pizza and other foods that can strongly stimulate your taste buds. The drinks are naturally ice-cold beer and spicy white wine. If you want to relax, you can drink light and fragrant fruit wine.

Anyway, it’s most likely not the old soup with wolfberries, red dates and ginger slices.

To make a good soup, it is best to prepare a chicken that is more than 2 years old, bleed it, remove the hair, and soak it in water for a few hours. When you just start to cook on the fire, you must skim off the white foam carefully, and then you have to watch the pot patiently.

For those guys who go to work just to get off work, who has the time to do this?

As far as I can remember, the only place where people drink soup the most is at home. Only family members like my mom and grandma would spend most of the day tinkering with these and serve them on the table in the evening when even the wind is tired.

At dinner time, the local TV channel was broadcasting "You and Me at Six-thirty", which talked about things happening in the neighborhood, such as a water leak on a certain floor and protests downstairs, unscrupulous people throwing pet excrement from high places, causing public outrage, a huge hornet's nest appearing in a resident's home and firefighters working hard to remove it... These were all trivial matters in people's lives, but the family watched them with gusto. The elderly mother-in-law would occasionally criticize the unreasonable and naughty peers on the screen.

Dinner ends with laughter and conversation, and if there is any on the table, it often ends with a bowl of hot chicken soup.

The kind old man would also say to himself, this is good and nutritious, drink another bowl.

Yin Ze looked at the empty porcelain bowl and sighed silently.

"Why aren't you talking?" Uchida Maaya was a little unsure, "Is it too salty?"

"No, it tastes just right, everything is just right." Yin Ze said softly, "I'm very happy to drink this at home. Thank you."

Chapter 135: Eager to Try

The capacity of the thermos bucket is limited.

The three people present shared the food. In the end, Master Yin only drank two bowls of soup and ate a chicken leg. Most of the good meat and dishes were given to the youngest companion next to the tea table by the two adults present. This is a manifestation of the traditional culture of respecting the elderly and loving the young.

"Are you full?" Yin Ze asked again kindly.

"I'm full." Sakura avoided looking at him and silently wiped the oil off her mouth with a tissue.

"Really? I don't believe it." Yin Ze questioned with deep eyes. He looked at the girl's cute pink face with baby fat and roundness, and while suppressing the doting nature of mature primates who want to tease their own cubs, he reasonably doubted her real appetite and said gently, "If you are not full, just say so. No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education, and no matter how hard it is, you can't make your children suffer."

“I’m really full.”

"That's good."

Why didn’t I notice such a strong appetite when eating before? Oh, it turns out that young people who are growing up have a good appetite.

"Are you still hungry?" asked Uchida Maaya.

"About seven points, that's enough. It's not good to have a bloated stomach after dinner." Yin Ze stretched.

"Then go to bed early and try to recover your body completely. We who do dubbing are afraid of having problems with our throats." Uchida Maaya reminded.

"No, I still have some things to do, so I guess I'll have to stay up for a while." Yin Ze shook his head slowly. After being nourished by the high-quality food and nutritious soup, his energy and spirit have reached their peak. It is not a problem for him to work in front of the computer tonight until noon the next day.

"Isn't this a late-night variety show?" Uchida Maaya gave her a suspicious look.

"If it's really that, why should I worry so much? In fact, it's a man's promise." Yin Ze sighed. He looked at the time and found that he had wasted a few hours without realizing it. The success rate given by the Corridor of Life has dropped by several percentage points. He can't delay any longer.

"What a weird thing." Sakura said as she tried to collect the dishes, but she found that Uchida Maaya was one step faster and was very skilled. She was already wiping the table. She finally looked at the owner of the house, feeling a little ashamed for lying about her appetite. "You look like you're still hungry. I'll prepare some midnight snacks for you."

"You don't know single men well enough. I don't have cows, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks, and geese for cooking, but I have a stable supply of instant food and beverages and beer every week." Yin Ze talked freely, "Not to mention the whole wheat bread slices and biscuits in the refrigerator, there are also compressed biscuits, wholesale chocolate, and long-shelf canned food in the cabinet. After I had a fever, I even bought a home first aid kit for a rainy day. I also carry fire-making tools with me, and there is a knife on my keychain for peeling fruit. Even if I face the crisis of a zombie outbreak or the end of the world, I have confidence..."

"Survive?" The girl frowned in disbelief.

"To be a glutton." The man said proudly.

"After all, they are just cold things. I'd better go buy some cooked food." Sakura Ayane thought for a moment.

"Where else can I buy it at this time?" Yin Ze tilted his head.

"There are late-night restaurants everywhere. It seems you don't understand the night side of this city at all. You don't understand the luxury and prosperity in the shadows." Sakura Ayane snorted and gave advice in a connoisseur-like manner.

"How dare a Qi-refining junior who couldn't even make it through the night talk about cultivating immortals in front of me who has already reached the state of being a god?" Yin Ze was quite disgusted. "You have so much life experience that it can't even be written on a piece of paper. You haven't even walked on the road at four in the morning, right?"

"Who said that! I also went to bed at five in the morning!" The girl raised her head.

"That's it, seven for me." The man raised the bet.

"I've got ten points." The girl called.

"I'll be in the afternoon," the man doubled.

"I don't want to sleep!" The girl said.

"I will reincarnate directly!" The man lifted the plate.

"Are you two kids?" Uchida Maaya was a little speechless after taking the apron that showed almost no signs of use. Although someone was already at an age where he had to shave diligently every day, he was able to perfectly match his age and get along well with middle school students.

"You're still going through so much trouble. It seems like you really haven't eaten enough. But you should avoid foods with heavy oil and salt late at night. It's also quite troublesome to go out. Do you have noodles? I'll just cook some." asked Maaya Uchida.

"That's true. I'll bet a little occasionally," Yin Ze said.

"Oh? I thought you didn't even turn on the stove." Uchida Maaya was surprised.

"Except for cooking noodles, the process is simple, there is no need to clean the pot, it is quick and convenient, and the taste depends only on the seasoning in the bowl. It is really something that even lazy bachelors cannot refuse."

"So, you are good at making seasonings?"

"A handful of thin noodles, half a bowl of soup stock, a cup of water, five cents of lard, a spoonful of soy sauce from Chinatown's Lao Chen's, and two crispy and crispy king-of-the-king ham sausages..." Master Yin recited his secret recipe like a poem, "Of course, it still depends on fate. I'm very competitive when cooking. Sometimes it's super delicious, and sometimes it's just like a hard practice."

"Isn't it just a matter of matching based on your mood and guessing?" Sakura-san once again requested interaction.

"Are there any side dishes? It can't be just a bunch of noodles, right?" Uchida Maaya said as she opened the refrigerator. The first thing that caught her eye was a large box of happy water, a bottle of lemon tea, and a single can of coffee and beer. Then came the supplies that a normal family refrigerator should have, such as eggs, green onions, tomatoes, and other versatile ingredients.

Because the parents are busy and the younger brother is a pure instant noodle warrior, the housekeeping of the Uchida family is basically managed by the elder sister. The girl has never seen a family refrigerator that looks like a convenience store beverage cabinet. She immediately felt angry about this unhealthy lifestyle, but these things are placed in a very regular pattern, even according to the price. It is hard to say whether the owner of the house is heartless or has a unique pursuit of life...

"How do you usually solve your three meals a day? You don't always eat out, do you?" Uchida Maaya turned around and asked with a sigh.

"Not always." Yin Ze paused, then smiled awkwardly at the scrutinizing gaze, "I sometimes eat two meals a day."

So that's how it is. The girl nodded expressionlessly. She probably understood that this was just like Yuuma Uchida, who ran away from home and survived on his own.

"If you have time, you should learn some simple recipes." Uchida Maaya said softly, "There are many dishes that are easy to make but have a good balance of flavor. I'll teach you some other day."

"Since you said so." Yin Ze couldn't refuse and chose to accept this kindness.

"There are so few ingredients. The only thing that can be used is... tomato and egg noodles, right?" Uchida Maaya felt that the ingredients she had on hand did not give her much choice.

"Okay, that's all fine, I don't care." Yin Ze has never cared about anything.

"You seem to have some experience with noodles?" Uchida Maaya took out an elastic band from somewhere, tied up her naturally flowing hair high, revealing her fair neck, tied it into a neat ponytail, and began to beat eggs and cut tomatoes skillfully while chatting.

"I've eaten a lot, so I have some experience in judging." Yin Ze sighed, "Let's not talk about the ramen shops that are everywhere in the streets and alleys here. My favorite is the sauerkraut and shredded pork noodles. The authentic old-style sauerkraut is fried in homemade lard and then boiled in water. The meat is cut into large pieces and coated with plenty of sweet potato starch. Pepper is the finishing touch. It's salty, spicy and fresh. A full bowl is very satisfying. No matter how poor your appetite is, you will be tempted and eat it all up."

"Sauerkraut? Do you mean pickled vegetables?" Chef Uchida only had half of the answer.

"You can count it as such. Well, one day I'll have the chance to bring back a jar and let you taste it." Master Yin once again spoke without thinking.

"Okay, I'll remember this and fulfill it later." Uchida Maaya chuckled, but her movements did not slow down. "Go take a break. I'll be done soon."

A man who grew up under the red flag would never stop working and wait for results. So he went to the computer he had assembled and touched the board, intending to race against time and once again achieve the achievement of "a single-handed miracle in one night".

Sakura Ayane looked at Uchida-san who was busy cooking noodles, and then looked at the guy here who was writing and drawing silently.

For a moment, the room fell into an eerie silence.

Sakura dragged her stool over to the screen anyway.

"what are you doing?"

“Draw the design.”

"Is this another graffiti that you are going to upload to the secondary account?" When talking about the secondary account, a secret that only the two of them knew, the girl couldn't help but lower her voice like spies meeting for a meeting.

"No, it's for commercial use." The man explained.

“Oh, outsourcing.”

"Correct."

"It's quite strong and can take commercial-level orders."

"Correct."

"You write so fast."

"Correct."

"Why are you still pasting photos of real objects?" The girl said worriedly when she saw the cutting and pasting operations.

"It increases efficiency, and all I selected are public materials." The man explained.

“How did you do this minus the details?”

"Reduce the color value to reduce the unnecessary levels."

"Oh, this smudge is easy to use, what are the parameters of the brush?"

"Choose a basic soft-edged brush, spread 25-30%, transfer on, strength 23-30%. If you don't want to bother, find a No. 59 brush in the basic brushes and apply it directly. It will work."

"Why does your layer switch have a color?"

"I set it myself."

"Red and green are so high-end, what's the use?"

"It's useless. It just looks unusual."

“Why do I need to use a mask to erase some of the color after using layer properties?”

"Because grayscale is very important, the cold and warm of the picture are created by contrast..."

"I just realized why the interface is only in Chinese. I have the genuine Japanese version, I can give it to you if you want." The girl discovered a new world again.

"…It's getting late, you should go home too. I remember your home is quite far away. If you delay any longer the subway will close." The man finally turned his head.

"Let's play for a while. It's the same if we take a taxi." The girl shook her head.

"But I need to concentrate now. Be good and go watch some TV." This sentence can occasionally be heard from a certain bank card owner.

Sakura left the work area sullenly and headed towards the cooking area.

"What's the matter...are you still a little hungry? Should I cook more noodles?" Uchida Maaya asked cautiously.

"I'm really full this time." The girl blushed slightly.

"Do you want to learn my style?" Uchida Masaya greeted her with a smile when she saw the girl showing interest and caution like a lobby manager entering the kitchen to observe.

"Just observing your way of handling things and your habits. Actually, I also know a little bit." The girl said hesitantly.

Uchida Maaya was more active. Now that they didn't hear the two bickering, someone was concentrating on the screen. The girl probably had nothing to do. After thinking it through, she simply invited: "Why don't you take over and try?"

"Can we temporarily replace someone?" The girl seemed very hesitant.

"What's wrong with cooking noodles? It's okay. I'm watching you right beside you," Maaya Uchida comforted.

Sakura is very interested in cooking together as a couple, and most importantly, she never does it normally, so this is a rare experience and she is eager to try it.

"Okay, let's exchange!" The girl was full of energy and rolled up her sleeves happily.

Chapter 136: Super Rally Chef

Having a finished draft in mind, rushing to draw it again is just a mindless act of moving bricks, just like starting an action script, or like a great being reincarnated to walk the path of cultivation again. The speed of breaking through the realm is like a constipated patient eating three pounds of croton seeds [Note: laxative]. It is like an uncontrolled flood. The power and ferocity of the output can only be described as taking off with the toilet. Ordinary artists would be strongly shocked when they see this indescribable terror and vision. Their spirits would fly away with fear, and they would lose consciousness and become puppets of the stars, no longer able to hear the feedback from the client or feel the gaze of their supervisor.

You definitely don't know how terrifying it is when a dead-line warrior merges into a blank file with the note "Unnamed 1"!

Until the mediocre tomato and egg noodles appeared before my eyes.

Ingredients are scarce, even chopped green onions are missing, but this does not affect the aroma and completeness of this affordable midnight snack. This kind of traditional pasta, which has penetrated into every household and has been tested for a long time, has been sublimated into a symbol, a concept, and a culture closely linked to memories.