Crossover Anime: Randomly Setting Up a Stall with Binchotan Charcoal

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"Ah! Okay..."

Nobita nodded casually, saying that eating dorayaki was the priority.

Doraemon had no objections; it wasn't a big deal for Dad to want to see Grandpa, and he could use the time machine whenever he wanted.

Things went much more smoothly than Xia Tian had expected; he still had a ticket to a dorayaki eating contest he hadn't used yet. Seriously, is your time machine used this carelessly?

You don't realize it when you see it in the animation, but in real life, summer already makes you feel all messed up.

"Go early and come back early, and don't forget to come back for dinner."

"it is good!"

Doraemon ate two dorayakis in one bite, then two dorayakis in another. After receiving the gift, his efficiency in getting things done was top-notch.

"Come on, Dad, do you want to go back to the past few years?"

"About 50 years ago," Xia Tian said uncertainly, the timeline a bit confusing.

"Okay, Dad, get ready, we're off."

The time machine in Nobita's bookcase is a second-hand item that Doraemon brought back; it's so simple that it only has a joystick and a blanket.

A 360-degree panoramic skylight that seems to transport you to another era. It's terrifying to look at in the summer; who knows what time you'd end up if you fell out?

"Doraemon, is your time machine going to break down and you won't be able to come back?"

"Don't worry, Dad, this time machine was just repaired two days ago."

Doraemon patted his chest, very confident in his skills, indicating that it was a sure thing.

I'm not at all reassured!

Summer thought to herself, "Your words make me even more worried. I hope God will bless us and not let Yukino and the others live like widows."

Reiko, my dear wife, I'm going to risk my life to see you. You'd better tell me all about Natsume, or you'll cheat on me.

The steering wheel is in someone else's hands; you can't refuse to sit there.

Doraemon adjusted the time to 50 years ago.

"call out!"

After Doraemon manipulated it, the Secondhand Blanket Time Machine suddenly rushed forward, and the instantaneous reaction force almost threw Summer off.

Fortunately, he was prepared and used chakra to absorb the energy with his feet. It didn't take long, and he arrived at his destination in less than ten minutes.

Dad, we've arrived.

The time machine stopped in front of a circular black hole. The three climbed out and found themselves in their home. Fifty years ago, Nobita's grandfather had already bought the land and built the house.

"Dad, Grandpa and the others aren't home. They should be at the hospital right now."

"Let's take the bamboo dragonfly and fly over there."

"Wait, Doraemon, you guys wait for me at home. I want to go see Dad by myself."

"Uh, but..." Doraemon hesitated.

"I have a ticket to a dorayaki eating contest and 1000 dan of pocket money here..." Xia Tian chuckled, pulling out his trump card.

"Dad, be careful on your way!"

"Dad, please say hello to Grandpa for me."

　Doraemon accepted the entry ticket in a flash; any hesitation would be disrespectful to the dorayaki.

In summer, suppress your laughter, take your bamboo dragonfly and soar into the sky.

Once out of Doraemon's sight, Summer landed directly in an open space, then formed hand seals, and three clones carrying the Time-Space Fruit and the Zanpakuto rushed towards Hachihara.

This was his plan; time was of the essence, so he had to send his clone to complete the task.

...

50 years ago, in Hachihara

Apart from some changes to the shop signs, the street seemed largely unchanged from 40 years later; Nanatsuji-ya was still selling steamed buns.

The old school buildings of the ancient school have now been completely renovated.

Looking around at the scenery, Xia Tian had an idea and walked towards the Nanatsuji-ya.

Chapter 127 Becoming the Owner of Nanatsuji-ya

The character 辻 (shi) is a Japanese character that means crossroads.

Nanatsuji-ya is located at the intersection of several roads. Fifty years ago, Nanatsuji-ya looked newer, but nothing else had changed.

"You scoundrel, do you dare disobey me? Instead of learning how to make steamed buns properly, you're learning Western pastries, which is completely heretical. We should just eat steamed buns."

"Father, steamed buns are outdated now; Western-style pastries are the way to go."

"Nonsense! Steamed buns have been passed down in my family for generations. They were learned by our ancestors when they traveled to the Central Plains. How could they be outdated?"

“Father, do you know how much a loaf of bread costs in Germany? 50 marks. How much does a bun cost here? The difference is almost tenfold. Let me go to the big city to learn how to make bread.”

"You bastard, that bread is made from human flesh! If you dare to try and learn how to make it, I'll beat you to death..."

The rolling pin came at him, and the young man ran away.

Summer pushed open the door and was shocked to see the boss and his son arguing. Summer almost got accidentally hit by a stick.

Summer dodged the attack by sidestepping and firmly grabbed the rolling pin.

"Boss, how can someone come to your door and beat up your customers?"

The owner, a man in his forties, hurriedly put down the rolling pin: "Ah, sorry, sorry!"

The uncle, filled with apology, pulled his son along and bowed repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, sir. What would you like to buy today? As an apology, all buns are 50% off."

Xia Tian waved her hand and smiled: "Then, if I want to buy a shop, will I get a 50% discount too?"

"Nani!"

Before the man could speak, his son exclaimed, "No way! We absolutely won't buy from our shop!"

"Oh, aren't you going to learn how to make bread? There's no one to inherit this steamed bun shop, so why not sell it to me?" Xia Tian looked at the young man with a smile, feeling that this guy looked a bit familiar.

The uncle glared at his son, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Sir, this Shichitsuji-ya is a family business passed down from our ancestors. We will not sell it for any price, no matter how high or low it may be."

Summer shook her head. "What if I offer 20 million yen?"

As she spoke, Xia Tian opened the box in her hand, which was filled with exchanged banknotes from 50 years ago.

Buying a shop for this much money already represents a 50% premium.

The young man's eyes lit up when he looked at the box of money; even a tenth of it would have been enough to support him to study to become a pastry chef in a big city.

"...I haven't yet asked your name, sir? My name is Fujiwara Taku, and this is my son, Fujiwara Kai."

“Fujiwara…” A hint of surprise flashed in Xia Tian’s eyes. Goodness, no wonder he looked familiar. This guy is the father of Xiao Xun’s family’s pastry chef, right? So, in the end, he still went to learn how to make bread?

"Oh, I am Natsume Tomohito."

“Natsume-san, please keep this money. My shop is not for sale. If you want to buy the shop, there is a breakfast shop next door, and it doesn’t cost this much.”

Summer chuckled; he was determined to get Nanatsujiya.

If money doesn't work, I'll use my strength to make you despair.

"Mr. Fujiwara, would you mind using my kitchen? You two could critique my cooking skills and see if I can establish myself in Hachihara."

Hearing Xia Tian's words, the father and son exchanged a glance, looking completely astonished. Was this a challenge coming to their door?

Uncle Fujiwara sized up Xia Tian, a young boy not much older than his own son. Where did he get his confidence?

Young people are just arrogant and ignorant.

Either way,

I'll teach him a lesson today.

"Natsume-kun, feel free to use the kitchen."

The kitchen is clean and tidy, and everything is in perfect order. In the summer, as soon as you enter, you can see the ingredients arranged neatly, with lush green vegetables and freshly picked mushrooms next to them.

This is it: mushroom and vegetable buns.

Add water and knead the dough, chop the greens, and chop the mushrooms.

Therefore, the movements are fluid and graceful.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent; the father and son were dumbfounded the moment Xia Tian made his move.

Their expressions were highly uniform.

The whole expression was one of 'Huh?'

Good guy,

When Natsume-san cuts vegetables, every movement is full of artistry. He uses the knife so skillfully that it's almost invisible, and every piece of greens he cuts looks exactly like a copy-paste.

He even laughed at the young man for being so young.

No, even if he practiced for another 20 years, he still wouldn't reach this level with just this one move.

Mr. Fujiwara was surprised and confused, feeling like a clown, watching in a daze as the plump white buns took shape and went into the steamer.

Then, a rich, mouthwatering aroma wafted out of the steamer.

"Please enjoy your vegetable and mushroom bun!"

The freshly baked buns are steaming hot, plump and white, as cute as snowballs, and most importantly, they have a rich and delicious aroma.

All the ingredients were from their own shop, and the steamed buns were made right under their noses, but the same thing seemed so perfect in the hands of the young man.

Fujiwara took the bun first and couldn't wait to put it in his mouth.

"Well!!!"

With one bite, the crispness of the greens, the smoothness of the mushrooms, and the sweetness of the bun skin blend together perfectly, creating a delicious flavor that almost overflows.

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"This is so delicious!"

Seeing this, Uncle Fujiwara couldn't resist picking up a steamed bun.

He fell silent the moment the steamed bun entered his mouth.

He tried to find fault with it, but the buns were outrageously delicious.

He even sensed the maker's emotions in the steamed buns, something that could make him feel happy.

Skill calls upon the Way, skill calls upon the Way!

beside,

Fujiwara felt that his understanding was superficial.

Once upon a time,

He felt that steamed buns were outdated, and that bread was now the way to go.

but now,