Rebirth: Japanese investor

   Chapter 206 Faith in Destiny

   Kishimoto Masayoshi took Natsui Makoto to a high-end barbecue restaurant. He asked for a luxury private room in the store. The two sat down facing each other across the table.

  Natsui Makoto no longer has the unease, embarrassment and embarrassment that she felt when she entered a high-end store for the first time. As Kishimoto Masayoshi said, it will become a habit if there are too many times. And she was being made into this habit by him.

  The biggest difference between Japanese barbecue and Korean barbecue is that the former is mainly beef, and the latter is mainly pork. Korean-style barbecue is a civilian-level focus on pork belly, which is eaten with basil or lettuce.

   As for the high-end Korean BBQ, we pay attention to matching Korean beef. This kind of Korean native beef can also be given as a valuable gift, which is very good.

  The ingredients of the Japanese-style high-end barbecue restaurant not only pay attention to the freshness, but also use the 5A-grade black beef produced in Japan as the main dish.

   Kishimoto Masayoshi flipped through the coloring page recipes with his right hand, and ordered a bunch of dishes without hesitation. Among them are not only 5A-grade Kuroge Wagyu beef, but also its beef tongue, beef offal, and assorted seafood platter.

   In terms of drinks, he did not ask for red wine, but white wine. He doesn't stick to the form, he can drink whatever he likes, even if cola is paired with white wine, it doesn't matter, he still drinks it.

   "I think I'll be a sparrow flying up the branch and turning into a phoenix!" Xia Jingzhenqin suddenly said with a lot of emotion.

   Kishimoto Masayoshi put his hands and fingers crossed in front of his belly, and said with a smile: "Little sparrow, tell me how you became a phoenix?"

   "I don't know either. This is probably what people often say is destiny!" Xia Jingzhenqin spread her hands and said.

   "So you also believe in fate." Kishimoto Masayoshi calmly said.

   "Don't you believe in fate?" Xia Jingzhenqin did not deny that she believed in fate.

   "I think the most powerful sentence is that my life is my own, not my own. However, how many people have been able to do it since ancient times?

   Destiny is something that no one can fathom. Just like when Oda Nobunaga was about to unify Japan, Mitsuhide Akechi, whom he trusted most, suddenly defected, creating the famous Honneng Temple change in Japanese history.

   Toyotomi Hideyoshi was originally from a poor peasant family in Nakamura Township, Aichi County, Obari, and was originally an ashigaru (lower-level infantry). " Kishimoto said eloquently.

  Natsui Makoto smiled in the shape of a cashew nut and said, "Man is destined to die. I am a poor daughter from a single-parent family. Not only does she look ordinary, but she also doesn't know how to do anything.

   I never even dreamed that I could become an official boyfriend and girlfriend relationship with a rich man who has a successful career. A lot of thoughtful, beautiful girls, but not one by one. "

   "You're too modest. Who said you look ordinary? If you really look ordinary, why would I like you? Besides, you are gentle, considerate, and good at cooking.

   Really want me to talk about your goodness, even if it is three days and three nights, I can’t finish it. You are truly a model of Xiuwai Huizhong and Yamato Nadeshiko. " Kishimoto Masayoshi smiled.

   "Are you planning to coax my heart out and bake it for you?" Xia Jingzhenqin said with a sweet smile.

   "There is beauty in the eyes of a lover, I'm just telling the truth. You are the best woman in my eyes." Masayoshi Kishimoto looked at her affectionately and said.

   "If you do this again, I really can't cook you meat." Xia Jing Zhenqin felt a numbness all over her body, and the chicken skin on both arms rose.

   Kishimoto Masayoshi reached out and picked up the wine glass in front of him and said, "Since you really think I'm numb, then I won't say it."

  Natsui Makoto grilled him by himself. She first picked up the small oil bottle with her right hand and poured the oil on the grill surface like a drawing. Then, after putting it down, she picked up the stainless steel meat clip with her right hand, and picked up pieces of beef from a large plate. , spread at a distance on the recessed square stainless steel grill.

   As soon as the smokeless charcoal fire under the grill touches the raw meat, it immediately emits a subtle "ZizzZZZ" sound, and the meat aroma gradually emerges from scratch.

   The dipping sauces are all unique to the secret recipe prepared by the store, and they are also indispensable to the barbecue. The hard standard for a good kebab restaurant is to look at it.

  After all, the freshness of the ingredients is very easy to control and manage, but the dipping sauce, a seemingly small thing, determines the key success or failure.

  The degree of particularity in dipping sauce is no less than doing a study. Store owners need to try again and again to finally get the most ideal state they want. As for the recipe and ratio of the dipping sauce, that is a secret that only the boss will know.

   At this time, Natsui Makoto noticed the change in the color of the beef on the grill. She took a piece of beef with the stainless steel clip she held on her right hand, looked at it in the air, and turned it over.

   Then, she flipped the beef slices on the grill one by one. The process of raw meat becoming mature meat naturally changes from large to small, and becomes more compact.

  Natsui Makoto of course knows that roast beef cannot be roasted until it is fully cooked, otherwise it will feel old in terms of taste. Although Wagyu beef has a lot of fat and melts in the mouth, it is easy to lose fat after grilling for a long time.

   She thought about such expensive ingredients, if you don't make good use of them, then you're going to waste things. With a pair of eyes, he grasped the proportions, and just right, he picked up a piece with the meat clip in his hand and put it into the plate in front of Kishimoto Masayoshi. One, two, three, four, all for him.

   Masayoshi Kishimoto was rude, put down the wine glass, picked up the chopsticks in front of him with his right hand again, picked up a piece and put it in the sauce and danced it, then put it into his mouth to taste and chew.

   His teeth did not exert much force, and he bit the beef. The gravy also began to spread gradually in his mouth.

   When Masayoshi Kishimoto was enjoying his appetite, Natsui Makoto picked up the small oil bottle again and poured some on the grill. She put the bottle aside, picked up the meat tongs again and started putting beef on the grill.

  Kishimoto Masayoshi swallowed the beef in his mouth, picked up the wine glass, raised his head and took a sip of white wine. The combination of white wine and the lingering beef aroma in the mouth is another different good taste.

   "How did I bake? Old or raw?" Natsui Makoto wanted to get feedback from him.

   "I eat fine. I just don't know how your taste is?" Kishimoto Masayoshi said bluntly.

   "I'm not particular, I can eat anything." Xia Jingzhenqin doesn't care, as long as he feels good. I have lived for nearly 20 years. Although I haven't eaten much of the good things, I have eaten a lot of the bad things.

   (end of this chapter)