The master chef of the famous sushi restaurant at the top of Ginza looked at his empty shop with some confusion.

The bar was piled with palm-sized plates, clustered around a large stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi, piled high, and it was clear that the customers had paid for it.

But his hands were like lead, heavy and sore, and he was completely unconscious.

When I looked at the others, I was just as blank, not knowing what was going on.

Who are the guests, how much they have eaten, why are they so tired, and they still have back pain.

"Shhh

Someone gasped and noticed that his elbows and back were like pins and needles.

"The rice cabinet is empty!"

Someone noticed something new and almost fell to the ground in fright, and it was a week's worth of Niigata Premium Shoko rice and sushi Akita Komachi.

The others were startled and hurriedly checked together.

Not only were the rice cabinets empty, but all the ingredients in the freezers and freezers were empty, as if they had been swept across the country by a tornado, there was not even a piece of seaweed the size of a fingernail left, and the soy sauce bottles were also empty, as if they had been washed with water.

The entire food storage area allows rats to cry and run out.

The master exclaimed sadly, "Amaterasu is above, how much sushi do we make?"

Everyone was overworked, exhausted, and crumbling, as if they had made sushi for three days and three nights.

In fact, there were no three days and three nights, only two hours at most.

But for a long time, he has maintained a peak state of high concentration of spirit and spirit, even if he is an iron man, he can't bear it, not to mention that he has repeatedly exceeded the level during the period, and the one known as the god of sushi is even more directly super-god, passing five levels, cutting six generals, and repeatedly breaking difficulties.

Sushi, which was supposed to be not much bigger than a pigeon's egg, had to be made to the size of a goose egg and maintain its original flavor, which is understandably difficult.

It's all out of your own hands, and the devil knows what's going on.

Those large yen bills on the bar can make sushi restaurants not lose money, and even make money.

But in the next three days, the whole store was unable to resume work, and such a loss of reputation cannot be measured in money.

"The sushi is not tasty, so let's go for the barbecue. ”

After half a circle on the island of Honshu in Dongying, the Qingyao Demon Maiden was already able to distinguish some of the meanings represented in Japanese, pointing ahead, the neon-lit barbecue shop was shining in the night, how could the energy brought by carbohydrates and a little fish protein be comparable to a large amount of animal protein.

Even if the sushi is made to the size of a zongzi, it still can't satisfy the appetite of the Qingyao demon girl.

Since it's a shopping and eating, it's inevitable to eat a dozen meals, and the average small restaurant really can't make the demon girl have a good time, and the sushi restaurant in the Ginza subway station is a lesson from the past.

"And Malatang!"

The little red carp followed and pointed to the oden next to the barbecue restaurant.

Oden is white soup spicy hot, if you put chili pepper and peppercorns, then it is the Chinese version of spicy hot, the others are not much different in nature, all kinds of meatballs and small sausages or something inserted with small bamboo sticks, nothing in the world can not be skewered, are all popular skewers.

The viewers who have been watching the live broadcast room of the demon girl have already been numb with shock, and with the strength of the two of them, they have forced themselves to empty a top sushi restaurant, completely putting aside the average consumption standard of two hundred dollars per person, and directly throwing off their cheeks and eating unlimited amounts, which is not only a matter of how much stomach capacity there is, but also a show off of financial resources, and ordinary people really can't afford to eat.

Other Internet celebrity anchors, even if they are peers who eat and broadcast, and save a year's income from online live broadcasts, may not be able to let go of themselves like this and almost eat other sushi restaurants to tears.

The industry's most famous and top-notch sushi restaurant has been reduced to a cheap little hair salon in a small alley, so it's no wonder that you can play casually and not cry.

The tour guide lady fought hard, squeezed out a smile, nodded and accompanied the two demon girls to start a new round of food conquest.

Accompanying these two, although it is not very hard, but it is under a lot of pressure, and it may provoke anyone, every time you go to a place, the most nervous thing is not the local police station, but the Yakuzas, for fear that if you accidentally beat someone, these underworld will have to come out to take the pot, and they can sweep the streets and collect protection money in a good manner, who is willing to go to the prison.

This squat, the wife and children can't see it, the pistol shop can't go, the little third lover runs away, the wind and snow in the bar say goodbye, the good youth is there, how many years can life be?

Those two Western ghost animals with many bodyguards obviously don't seem to be a good way, and Miss Rumiko Ohashi immediately reported what happened at the sushi restaurant to the Kiyota chaebol, and those powerful big people will solve these troubles.

In the hotel, Chairman Demwell, who had just finished taking a shower, heard someone ring the doorbell, he put on his pajamas and opened the door with a potty belly.

A young man with an unkind face was holding a Su Zhen bamboo knife in his arms, looking at him, and said in a somewhat stiff French: "The chairman of the Leeherre consortium is right? I see that you are very familiar!"

“......”

Demville also felt that this sentence was somewhat familiar, but before he could react, he was pushed into the door by the other party.

Boom!

The door was shut.

In the corridor outside the door, several burly Frenchmen collapsed to the ground, and two of them still had visible red and swollen marks on their faces.

The hotel was originally a subsidiary property of the Tojo Zaibatsu and has now changed hands.

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The big devil Li didn't worry about the two demon girls who were still staying in Dongying, and it was thank God that he didn't bully others.

If there are still those who don't have long eyes, you can only blame yourself for your bad life.

The scheduling of the first hospital in the city takes care of Li Bai, and he can even enjoy a single day off on Saturdays.

The master experts who can support the hypnotherapy room alone usually work in shifts in major hospitals to balance medical resources, and now all of Li Bai's working hours are here, and a hospital in the city is equivalent to picking up a big bargain, and will spare no effort in everything that can provide convenience, but it is limited to 9 to 5 and single rest.

On Saturday morning, Li Bai arrived half an hour early on the 11th floor of the Jinhui Building, but he was still not the first one.

When I knocked on the door, I found that all the retired cadres of the Huxi Anti-Feudal Superstition Association had arrived, and the long conference table was full of all kinds of water glasses, stainless steel, ceramics, enamel, glass, and some were simply mineral water bottles.

Because there are usually no people coming, so there is not even a water dispenser, only an electric teapot and two or three hot water bottles, and can also provide some hot water.

The association has its own cheap tea bags, which is not a good thing, and the old men don't like it.

"Li Bai, I'm sending you!"

Su Qiwen, the little secretary of the association, smiled and beckoned to Li Bai.

She hadn't seen Li Bai for a long time, after all, the Huxi Anti-Feudal Superstition Association was just a very loose activity club for retired old cadres, or it could be seen as a tea party.

Counting on these old arms and legs to participate in anti-feudal superstitious practice activities, it is estimated that the probability of being beaten is relatively high.

When the anti-feudal superstition association was established, in addition to finding something to pass the time, it was more about self-study, rather than really going to those gods and witches to open up and pull Li Bai in.

If it weren't for an excuse to get everyone together, the doors of the two rooms on the 11th floor of the Golden Club Building might not have been opened once in two or three months.

Su Qiwen, the secretary of the association, is only part-time and has no salary, and if she relies on this job to eat, she will most likely starve to death.

"Hey, I think I'm the last!"

Li Bai touched his nose, he had already arrived in advance, but he didn't expect that everyone was still waiting for him.

"It's not too late, come and sit here!"

Old man Wang, the president of the association, pointed to the vacant seat beside him.

While greeting everyone, Li Bai, who sat down, not only saw Wang Ping'an and Wang Lao'an, but also Wang Pingan's younger brother Wang Pingkang, the two sides had met several times, and they were not strangers.

Seeing that all the members of the association had arrived, the old man Wang Ping'an cleared his throat and said, "Today I would like to introduce a new member to you, this is my younger brother, Wang Pingkang. ”

Wang Pingkang was calculated, unjustly imprisoned, and now although he has been rehabilitated and released from prison, his past career and family property have all disappeared, and now it is impossible to start from scratch at this age, and the only thing he can do is to provide for the elderly with peace of mind, and nothing else can be done.

When the elder brother is worried that the younger brother has nothing to do, it is easy for people to think about it when they are idle, so it is extremely rare to use public weapons for private use, and Wang Pingkang was brought in with the power of the president of the Huxi Anti-feudal Superstition Association, so that he could have something to do.

"Welcome! Welcome!"

Lao Chen, the second-in-command of the association, took the lead in applauding.

The others are all old and sophisticated, and when they saw Old Man Wang coming over with his younger brother, they had already guessed eight or nine.

Just last year, a major event happened in Huxi City, who would have thought that it would affect their small retired veteran cadres association, and get a member of the association, Sima Zhao, into it.

As a result, the Huxi City Anti-Feudal Superstition Association lacked a single member, and now it has been made up again, and since its establishment less than a year ago, it has not increased or decreased, and it is just balanced.

In fact, even if a small association like this is not affected by last year's accident, it is normal for there to be attrition, and it is difficult to add new members unless it becomes famous and becomes an Internet celebrity association.

For example, similar small associations based in Jinhui Building have disappeared in less than half a year, and once the members are not enough, they will be forcibly canceled, so as not to occupy the pit and not, and waste the space in the office building.

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