Crossover Anime: Randomly Setting Up a Stall with Binchotan Charcoal

Miyazono's mother: "..."

An accidental sprain is one thing, but for a young woman to be constantly yelled at by a man is simply unacceptable.

"Baka, this girl is usually very well-behaved. It must be the steamed bun shop owner's doing. I could tell yesterday that the steamed bun shop owner wasn't a good person..."

Gongyuan's mother rolled her eyes at her husband. "What time is it? Don't worry about it. Our daughter has finally figured things out. I was wondering why she changed her hairstyle and wore contact lenses so early in the morning. Turns out she went to see her boyfriend."

Mr. Miyazono opened his mouth but couldn't speak. They had been somewhat prepared for their daughter's physical condition, and they supported her desire to have no regrets.

But...no father can sit back and watch the pigs rooting up their own cabbages.

Even if it's your own cabbage delivered to your door, it's not acceptable!

"No, I want to go and take a look."

He grabbed the keys from his secretary and rushed out, abandoning the bakery.

Seeing her husband's decisiveness, Gongyuan's mother quickly caught up, got into the car, and headed towards the steamed bun shop.

Before it was completely dark...

Gongyuan's father habitually parks his car in front of the school.

From a distance, the steamed bun shop looked deserted; there wasn't a single person buying steamed buns.

Hmph, what a shady shop! See, nobody's buying from them anymore.

Gongyuan's father snorted coldly, still resentful about being ripped off yesterday.

So he happily went over with his mother.

In those few dozen seconds, a group of people emerged from all sides and surrounded the steamed bun shop.

Upon closer inspection, weren't these all his own employees?

Fujiwara Saburo rushed to the steamed bun shop first, but someone pulled him back, and he was quickly overtaken by the main group. Everyone was pushing and shoving, all wanting to be the first to buy steamed buns.

"Baka, that little brat pulled me. Why are you pushing and shoving? You guys aren't this eager to leave work."

"There are so many steamed buns, it's not like we can't buy them, don't pull me away."

"Look at you, you look like a starving ghost reincarnated. I'm afraid you'll buy them all."

"Don't push, bro, I can't breathe."

"Boss, quick, I want four steamed buns."

3.7

"I want 20...."

Miyazono's father and mother exchanged a glance, stared blankly for a long time, and then their eyes gradually widened.

Are you all crazy?

I'm a pastry chef myself, I make bread myself.

Why is everyone rushing to grab the steamed buns?

What kind of steamed bun is this? How can it taste better than bread?

Yesterday I distributed all the steamed buns to the employees, and I had a vague feeling that I had missed something.

Gongyuan's father frowned, hesitating whether he should also go and grab a share.

But he abandoned the idea after it flashed through his mind.

If he didn't like it yesterday, why would he try to steal it today? Doesn't he have any pride?

But I was also incredibly curious about the taste of the steamed buns.

Suddenly, he felt someone pulling his arm.

Gongyuan's father looked up in surprise and found his beloved daughter standing next to him.

"Hey? Mom and Dad, what brings you here?"

Chapter 94 I agree to this marriage.

That rosy face...

Her face was radiant, and she looked like a blooming peach blossom.

For a moment, the stunned Miyazono father pulled Miyazono Kaoru around, looking her up and down in confusion. Was this really his sickly daughter?

Look at that complexion! It's absolutely amazing, so rosy and full of energy!

"Xiao Xun looks so radiant today! Did you take some kind of magic pill? Can these steamed buns cure all diseases?"

"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about?" Kaori Miyazono said, her face flushed. "I sprained my ankle again today. I had Natsume massage it just now, so maybe my blood circulation has improved."

The couple exchanged a glance, their hearts heavy with sorrow.

Did you twist your ankle by accident? Your older sister, Xiaolan, saw it clearly, but she's too embarrassed to call you out on it.

How come I never realized my daughter was so ruthless? She even resorted to self-inflicted suffering to win over a boy.

If only I had been smarter back then, I wouldn't have missed out on my dream guy... *cough*

Miyazono's mother, holding Miyazono Kaoru's hand, noticed the takeout bag in her daughter's hand and said, "Girl, did you buy these buns especially for us? You're so filial."

"Uh...yes, yes, Mom, you guys should try it, this bun is super delicious."

After Kaori Miyazono finished speaking, she handed each of them a steamed bun. Her careful manner made it seem as if she were sharing some precious treasure.

She really couldn't eat anymore after eating three buns, otherwise she really wouldn't have wanted to.

“…”

Miyazono's parents suddenly felt even more heartbroken.

You can't keep this daughter. You're still reluctant to part with her because she's just a little bun. You've raised her for nothing!

The buns in the insulated bag were still warm.

The captivating fragrance wafted straight to my nose as I held it in my hand.

With a hint of resentment, Miyazono's father took a bite.

"Hmm~!"

When the sweet bun with its juicy meat filling fell into his mouth, Miyazono's father's eyes widened instantly.

The rich, savory aroma spreads across the tongue, and before you even chew, the abundant juices have already slid down your throat, the soft and smooth texture invigorating you.

As you bite into the meat bun, its aroma fills the air.

The beef is tender and springy, while the bun skin is soft and sweet; the essence of both is perfectly blended in one bite.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

Miyazono's mother was also surprised and cursed inwardly. Even the best manners would be broken down in front of this steamed bun.

She looked at her husband in disbelief, her eyes clearly showing the word "delicious".

"Mom and Dad, this is so delicious, you're probably amazed!"

Kaori Miyazono watched her parents' expressions with a grin; she had felt the same way when she ate the steamed bun.

Miyazono's father nodded firmly.

These steamed buns taste amazing! Compared to them, my own bread is just pig swill.

Without saying much, the couple continued to eat.

"Honey, I've never eaten such delicious steamed buns before!"

“Compared to these steamed buns, the bread you make is practically pig swill!” Miyazono’s mother said excitedly, not caring at all whether it hurt her husband’s feelings.

Miyazono's father's face stiffened. Although he thought the same thing, he couldn't say it out loud.

However, he had no chance to refute it. There was no going back. After eating that bun, he felt that he would never be able to eat his own bread again.

"Xiao Xun, what other flavors of steamed buns do you have? Give me another one."

After swallowing the beef bun, the park dad couldn't wait to reach out his sinful hand and grab a tofu bun under Kaori Miyazono's reluctant gaze.

The savory and spicy flavor was just right to whet the appetite; after one bite, even the dad in the park squinted his eyes.

Delicious! This one is even better!

Fresh, spicy, and tender!

Every bite of the steamed buns in front of me has a soul.

Each ingredient complements the other; even a drop of oil plays a role in bringing out the best in the taste of the bun.

At one point, he even felt that what he was eating wasn't a steamed bun.

Rather, it is a work of art that embodies the pinnacle of culinary artistry.

If you hadn't tasted it, you would believe that a steamed bun could be made to this extent.

For some reason, he remembered the steamed buns Uncle Fujiwara had made that morning and wanted to recreate those crazy steamed buns. Master Gao, you're not worthy of it.

The park dad couldn't help but look at the busy summer, his expression quite complicated.

What kind of person is this young man? He can make a steamed bun with such skill and artistry that it is breathtaking and astounding!

"I agree to this marriage!"

He blurted out that the more Miyazono's father looked at Summer, the more pleasing she became.

Kaori Miyazono looked completely bewildered. After realizing what she meant, she blushed deeply and stomped her foot angrily, exclaiming, "Dad, what did you say?!"

"Ahem, daughter, sometimes you have to be brave. You can't wait for a good man. You have to make a decisive move. Don't you want to eat these delicious buns every day?"

Kaori Miyazono: "..."

What kind of father would sell his daughter after eating just one steamed bun?

"Dad, I only met Brother Xia yesterday."

Miyazono's mother nodded in agreement: "Love at first sight and discovering a treasure boy proves that my daughter has good taste."

Without waiting for his daughter's response, Miyazono's father, having finished his steamed bun, turned around and joined the queue at the back.

"Honey, I'm going to queue up and buy more too. These brats are buying hundreds or even thousands, otherwise they won't be able to get any!"

"Yes, yes, I'll queue up too. I'll lose money if the boss limits the number of purchases."

The two's clean and efficient movements left Kaori Miyazono dumbfounded. Wait, weren't you here to pick me up? Why are you in line?

#@#

"Twenty beef buns, please take them."

Summer looked at today's guests strangely; they were all new guests.

They clearly knew the taste, and each of them bought a lot right away.

Where did these people come from?

"Did you eat my steamed buns yesterday?"

During a break in packing, Xia Tian couldn't help but ask a question.

Upon hearing his words, the diners in front of him laughed.

“We’ve all eaten there. The boss brought us a lot last night as a late-night snack.”

"I have to say, boss, your steamed buns are absolutely amazing!"

"By the way, boss, do you take on apprentices? I'm a senior pastry chef, and I can take only the basic salary."

"977 is still the basic salary. If you teach me a skill, I can work for three months without pay."

"Me too, for half a year."

...

The man at the back of the line, Miyazono's father, had a face as black as ink; he really was one of his good employees.

Everyone wants to switch jobs and work for free. I heard all your schemes in Kyoto. You think you can get my son-in-law's cooking skills for free? No way!

Overtime, overtime,