Chapter 159: A-Zu's cooking skills

"Ahhhhhh!" Azu stood on the top of the tree and started singing today. For him who aspires to become the biggest star of the beasts, he must practice basic skills every day. He must surpass Quinn!

"Stop shouting! It's so ugly! Who is this! Can't you let me sleep so early in the morning!"

"Sorry, sorry! I'm leaving now!" Azu jumped down the treetop in a hurry. He forgot that this was Wano Country, not Onigashima. It seemed to disturb the people.

Azu watched that not long after he left, several people surrounded the tree where he had just been and pointed at him. Azu was a little lucky. Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise he would embarrass the beasts. The reputation of the beasts cannot be lost in his own hands, otherwise he will be ridiculed by Quinn. Being trained is a small matter, but being ridiculed by Quinn is a big matter.

"Where should I go today? It would be great if someone could appreciate my songs. Alas, why don't I have a confidant?" Azu muttered softly while strolling.

"This street has been pretty good lately. All those hooligans have disappeared." A-Zu looked around. There were several gangs of hooligans on this road before. They collected protection fees in various ways. The local people suffered terribly. However, because these hooligans were cruel and ruthless, and no one stood up to resist, the local warriors in charge were in collusion with these hooligans, which led to this street almost becoming a "dead street" before the Hundred Beasts came.

But since the Hundred Beasts came, the gang of hooligans has been unlucky. First, the warrior leader was shot in the lower body by Taylor, and then was stabbed by Xia Ji. He died painfully under the double debuff of blood loss and poisoning.

And those hooligans, needless to say, a group of bullies who are afraid of the strong and bully the weak, can't make any waves in front of the elite of the Hundred Beasts, and they were solved neatly.

But this did not win the hearts of the local people. It's very simple, because in the eyes of these suffering people, the Hundred Beasts is just another gang that comes to exploit them.

At this time, the preachers and the patrol team were needed. With the preaching and practical measures day after day, the street became lively again.

"Maple leaf buns! The best maple leaf buns! Come and try them!"

"Oden! Come and try Oden!"

"Dumplings! Freshly made dumplings!"

One by one, the small vendors set up their stalls and started a new day of busy work, fighting for oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Just as A-Zu was strolling, a vendor recognized A-Zu.

"Mr. A-Zu! Mr. A-Zu! You are on patrol today! Come and try my ramen." The vendor greeted A-Zu enthusiastically and stretched out his hand to pull A-Zu into his small food cart.

"Wait, hey, wait, I don't have any money today, I don't have any money!" A-Zu was a little flustered. He didn't want to go, but he was afraid of hurting the vendor with force. After all, his strength was still very strong for ordinary people.

"Look at what you said, how can I ask you to pay? If it weren't for your help, our family would have been killed by those gangsters, how could we be here today? Look, a brand new car, just replaced yesterday. I'm so lucky today that I ran into you here and you happened to be my first customer. Come on, wait a minute, the ramen will be ready soon!"

Unable to resist the enthusiasm of the vendor, Azu sat in the stall a little awkwardly. Although Azu usually looks carefree and like a group of people, he was quite embarrassed when others treated him so well.

Watching the vendor busy cooking noodles, Azu also took the opportunity to recall who this vendor was. Since coming to Wano Country, he has helped many people. After all, the weird current situation of Wano Country can indeed happen all kinds of incredible things. In the words of Brother Kaido, everyone here is a slave to the so-called upper class, and treats people who are weaker than themselves as if they were Celestial Dragons, and oppresses them in every way.

"Come and try it, chicken ramen! The craftsmanship passed down from my grandfather to the present! In this cold weather, a bowl of ramen is the best!" The vendor put a large bowl of noodles in front of A-Zu. The chicken soup inside was clear, but the taste was rich. You could tell it had been boiled for a long time.

"Okay, I'll try it." At this point, A-Zu couldn't say much. He could only try his best to look at this person and think about going back to find someone to send the money.

A-Zu picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of chicken soup. With a "slurp", the rich taste of chicken soup spread in his mouth. This richness made A-Zu feel incredible.

"Why? How can it be so fragrant?" A-Zu was stunned. It's not that he hasn't drunk chicken soup before, but this is the first time he has tasted such a thick and clear chicken soup.

This mouthful of soup directly amazed A-Zu. He couldn't wait to pick up the bamboo chopsticks and scooped up a chopstick of ramen. He didn't care about the burning mouth and slurped it up. Unfortunately, the amazement didn't appear. It's not that the noodles are bad. In fact, the noodles themselves are quite good, but compared with the chicken soup, they are much worse and feel bland.

"How is it? Isn't it great!" The vendor looked at A-Zu with excitement, and kept muttering something in his mouth. His grandfather relied on a bowl of chicken soup ramen to defeat all opponents in the world. He has inherited the true teachings and can definitely restore the glory and carry forward the family business. . . . Balabala.

"Huh." A-Zu drank the last bit of chicken soup, and the whole bowl of ramen was not left. It all went into A-Zu's stomach. The vendor was right. It was really comfortable to have a bowl of ramen in this weather. Although he didn't feel cold, of course, there was still a little opinion to be raised.

"What, the soup is great, but this noodle, well, I can't say it's not good, it just doesn't match the soup. It's definitely a good noodle on its own, you know, hahaha." Azu He smiled awkwardly. After all, someone invited him to eat noodles, and it was really inappropriate for him to be picky and picky, but this bowl of chicken soup was so good that he couldn't help but feel unhappy.

"Sure enough, do you feel that way too?" The vendor who was extremely excited just now visibly became depressed, leaving Azu a little at a loss.

"Many people have said this, especially those who have eaten the ramen made by my grandpa. They all say that the chicken soup I made is indeed the same as my grandpa's, but the noodles are not. But my grandpa passed away too suddenly. His recipe There is just one page missing. I have tried many methods, but I still can't make ramen worthy of this bowl of chicken soup." The vendor said a little aggrieved and resentful that he didn't live up to expectations.

"Don't say that. I just tried it. This bowl of ramen is already great. By the way, can I see that recipe? Speaking of which, I studied cooking for two years, but I was kicked out by the teacher because I was disobedient. Come out, hahahaha." Azu looked at the hawker's depressed look and quickly comforted him while joking about his own embarrassment.

"Oh, of course, others can't, but for you, my benefactor, it's no problem. Anyway, without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. You can look at it as you like." When the vendor heard what Azu said, he quickly took it from a small frame behind him. A pamphlet appeared. The pamphlet seemed to have been burned. The last page was burned.

The booklet for ordinary people was even smaller for Azu, but it was not impossible to read. Azu squinted and read the handwritten booklet, which recorded the making process of chicken soup in detail, but Azu I’m not here to steal the lesson, so I’ll simply skip it and turn directly to the next chapter on making noodles.

As he looked at it, Azu felt something was wrong. It seemed like he had seen this somewhere? Wait, where is this coming from? right! Isn't that what my teacher did at that time? It is said that this is the ancestral way of making noodles passed down from my teacher’s family. Wait, let me think about what is needed next?

"Mr. Azu? Mr. Azu?" The vendor saw Azu frozen in place and shouted hurriedly.

"Boy, what's your last name?" Azu asked with a serious face.

"Ah? My, my surname is Teuchi. In Teuchi's moment, my grandfather's name is Teuchi Ichiraku. You see, my signboard is my grandfather's name." Only then did Azu notice that there was a signboard for this restaurant, "One The four characters "Happy Ramen" are vigorous and powerful.

"Hahaha, it seems that the teacher didn't brag back then. Boy, good luck to you. I really know this method of making noodles." Azu laughed and patted his shoulder. It happened to be that, back then, The old master who taught Azu once said that there was once a junior fellow who was from overseas, named Teuchi Ichiraku. At that time, this Ichiraku took a bowl of chicken soup ramen and challenged him everywhere until he lost to the old master's master. If you lose, you lose on face. For this reason, Ichiraku became a master of the old master and learned how to make this noodle.

Although Azu was not a good scholar, he couldn't help but memorized this recipe at that time, compared it two by one, and confirmed that this was the method.

"Really!" His face was full of surprise for a moment. He didn't expect that this matter that had troubled him for a long time would have an unexpected ending today.

"That's right, come and let me tell you, come and try it!" Azu couldn't wait to tell him the method he knew. He didn't dare to delay for a moment and started making it on the spot. After several failures, a bowl of new The chicken soup ramen was served on the table, and the two couldn't wait to pick up their chopsticks.

"It's delicious!" X2!

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