The famous sushi restaurant chef at Ginza looked at his empty shop in confusion.

The bar was filled with plates the size of a palm, surrounded by a large stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi, and the piles were piled up. It was obvious that the customer had paid the bill and left.

But my hands were as if they were filled with lead, heavy and sore, and completely lost consciousness.

Looking at the others again, he was also confused, not sure what was going on.

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

"hiss!"

Someone was gasping for air conditioning and noticed that his elbows and waist were like needles.

"The rice cabinet is completely empty!"

Someone discovered something new and almost fell to the ground because he was so scared that he sat down on the ground. It was a weekly special Niigata-grade Zhaoguang rice and sushi.

The others were startled and quickly checked together.

Not only was the rice cabinet empty, but even all the ingredients in the freezer and freezer were empty, as if they were swept through the border by a tornado, and there was not even a piece of seaweed slices the size of a fingernail, and the soy sauce bottle was also empty, as if it had been washed.

The entire food storage area can make the mouse cry and run out in aggrieved manner.

The master shouted sadly: "Amura is here, how much sushi have we made?"

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

In fact, there is no such thing as three days and three nights, only two hours at most.

However, even the Iron Man can't stand it even if he maintains a high concentration of energy and spirit for a long time, let alone performing more than he can. The one who is called the God of Sushi is even more super-god, passing five levels, killing six generals, and repeatedly breaking difficulties.

Sushi, which was originally supposed to be no bigger than pigeon eggs, had to be made into the size of a goose egg, and had to maintain its original flavor. The difficulty can be imagined.

All this is involuntary, and people know what happened.

The yen bills placed on the bar can prevent sushi restaurants from losing money, and even make some profits.

However, in the next three days, the entire store could not resume work, and such a loss of credibility could not be measured by money.

"The sushi is not delicious, let's have barbecue next."

After walking around the island of Honshu in Japan, the Qingyao Demon Girl was able to distinguish some of the meanings represented in Japanese. One point ahead, the neon-lit barbecue shop shining brightly around the night. How could the energy brought by carbohydrates and a little fish protein be as good as the amount of animal protein that is full of large tubes.

Even if the sushi is made into the size of a rice dumpling, it still cannot satisfy the appetite of the Qingyao demon girl.

Since you are shopping, you can’t help but eat wildly, and eat more than a dozen meals. There is really no way for ordinary small restaurants to make the witch eat. The sushi restaurant located in Ginza Metro Station is a lesson for the past.

"And spicy hot pot!"

Xiaohongli followed and pointed to Kanto Cooking next to the barbecue restaurant.

Kanto boiled is white soup malatang. If chili and pepper are added, then it is the Chinese version of malatang. There is no big difference in other things. In essence, various meatballs and small sausages are inserted with small bamboo sticks. There is nothing in the world that cannot be skewed, and they are all skewers that the public likes to watch.

The audience who have been watching the live broadcast room of the Demon Girl have been numb. With the help of the two, they ate a top sushi restaurant. They completely put aside the average consumption standard of 200 US dollars per person and ate it unlimitedly. This is not only a matter of how much stomach capacity it has, but also a show of financial resources. Most people really can't afford it.

Other internet celebrity anchors, even if they are fellow food broadcasters, may not be able to let themselves go like this and almost make others cry after they have eaten their sushi restaurants.

The most famous top sushi restaurant in the industry has become a cheap hair salon in the alley. It would be strange if you play casually and don’t cry.

The tour guide forced himself to cheer up, squeezed out his smile, nodded and bowed, and accompanied the two witches to start a new round of food conquest.

Although it is not very hard to accompany these two people, they are under great pressure and may provoke anyone. Whenever they go to a place, the most nervous one is not the local police station, but the Yakuzas, who are afraid that if they accidentally beat someone, they will have to take the blame. They can sweep the streets and collect protection fees, but who is willing to go to the prison?

When I squatted, my wife and children couldn't see them, I couldn't go to the pistol shop, my mistress ran away, and the romantic and romantic in the bar said goodbye. No good youth can be there. How many years can life be?

The two Western ghost animals with many bodyguards obviously didn't look good. Miss Rumiko Ohashi reported the incident at the sushi restaurant to the Kiyoda Zaibaba as soon as possible, and those big guys with energy solved these problems.

In the hotel, the chairman of Demville, who had just finished taking a shower, heard someone ringing the doorbell. He put on his pajamas and opened the door with his big belly.

A young man with a bad face held a Su Zhenzhu knife in his arms, and was looking at him, saying in a somewhat stiff French: "The chairman of the Lieher Consortium, right? I think you look familiar!"

“…”

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

Bang!

The door was closed.

In the corridor outside the door, several burly French men collapsed to the ground, with two people clearly visible red and swollen marks on their faces.

This hotel was originally a subsidiary of Tojo Zaibaku, but has now been changed hands. -

Demon Li did not worry about the two demons who were still staying in Japan. Thank God not to bully others.

If there are still people who don’t have eyes, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck.

The scheduling at the First Hospital of the City takes good care of Li Bai, and he can even enjoy a single holiday on Saturday.

Master experts who can support the hypnosis treatment room alone usually take shifts in major hospitals to balance medical resources. Now that Li Bai's working hours are here, the city's No. 1 hospital is equivalent to finding a big advantage. He spares no effort in any aspect that can provide convenience, but it is limited to nine to five and single-day breaks.

On Saturday morning, Li Bai rushed to the 11th floor of Jinhui Building half an hour earlier, but he was still not the earliest one.

When I knocked on the door, I found that all the retired cadres of the Huxi Anti-Fethical Superstition Association were here. The long conference table was filled with various water cups, stainless steel, ceramic, enamel, glass, and some were just mineral water bottles.

Because there are no people coming here, there is not even a water dispenser, only one electric teapot and two or three thermos bottles, and it can also provide some hot water. If you think it is troublesome to burn hot water temporarily, you might as well bring your own drinks.

The association brings its own cheap tea bags, which are not a good thing, and the old men don’t like it.

"Li Bai, you're the one who's missing!"

The association’s young secretary Su Qiwen smiled and waved to Li Bai.

She hadn't seen Li Bai for a long time. After all, the Huxi Anti-Fethical Superstition Association is just a very loose retired cadres activity club, or it can be seen as a tea party. She doesn't have any serious things in her daily life. When she thinks about it, she gets together, but she still has her own things to do.

If you expect these old arms and legs to participate in anti-feudal superstition practice activities, you will probably have a higher probability of being beaten.

When the Anti-Fethical Superstition Association was established, in addition to finding something to pass the time, it was more about self-learning, rather than really trying to find the charlatans and witches to fight against them. It was purely because this young man had a successful case and could serve as the leader of the association.

If I hadn't found an excuse to bring everyone together, the two rooms on the 11th floor of Jinhui Building would have probably not opened once every two or three months.

Su Qiwen, the secretary of the association, only works part-time and has no salary. If you rely on this job to make a living, you will probably starve to death.

"Hi! It seems that I am the last one!"

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

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

The association president, Old Man Wang, pointed to the empty space beside him.

While greeting everyone, Li Bai, who sat down, not only saw Old Man Wang Ping'an, but also saw Old Man Wang's younger brother Wang Pingkang. Both sides had seen each other several times and were not unfamiliar.

Seeing that all the members of the association were here, Wang Ping'an cleared his throat and said, "Today I will introduce a new member to you. This is my younger brother, Wang Pingkang."

Wang Pingkang was plotted and was wronged and imprisoned. Although he was rehabilitated, his past career and property disappeared. At this age, he could no longer start from scratch and make a comeback. The only thing he could do was to take care of his old age peacefully and he could not do anything else.

When the brother was worried that his younger brother would do nothing and he would be unable to think as soon as he was idle, he would be extremely rare for public use. He used the power of the president of the Huxi Anti-Fethical Superstition Association to pull Wang Pingkang in, so that he could do something.

"Welcome! Welcome!"

The second-in-commander of the association, Lao Chen, was the first to applaud.

The others are all mature spirits. When they saw Old Man Wang bringing his younger brother over, they guessed it almost exactly.

Just last year, a big incident happened in Huxi City. Who would have thought that it would affect their small retired cadres association and brought Sima Zhao, a member of the association. As the saying goes, if you don’t believe it, look up, the sky will spare whom.

The Huxi Anti-Fethical Superstition Association lacks one member, and now it has been made up for it. It has not increased or decreased since its establishment, and it is just balanced.

In fact, even if there is no accidental impact last year, it is normal for small associations like this to reduce their staff. Unless they become famous and become Internet celebrity associations, it will be difficult to add new members.

Small associations like Jinhui Building, which also bases on Jinhui Building, have disappeared half of them in less than half a year. Once the members are not enough, they will be forced to cancel, so as not to occupy the pit and waste space in the office building. -
Chapter completed!