Chapter 206 Faith in Order

Masayoshi Kishimoto took Makoto Natsui to a high-class barbecue restaurant. He asked for one of the store’s luxurious private rooms. The two of them sat down facing each other across the table counter.

Natsui Makoto no longer had the same uneasiness, nervousness, and embarrassment that she had shown when she first entered a high-class store. As Masayoshi Kishimoto said, after a few times, it becomes a habit. And she was being made to feel that way by him.

The big difference between Japanese and Korean barbecue is that the former is beef-based and the latter is pork-based. The civilian grade of Korean barbecue focuses on pancetta, which is served with shiso or lettuce wrapped around it.

As for the advanced Korean barbecue, it focuses on pairing it with Korean beef. This native Korean beef can also be given as a valuable gift to honor others.

The ingredients of the Japanese-style high-class barbecue restaurant not only paid the most attention to a freshness, but also to the 5A grade black hair and beef produced in Japan as the main dish.

Masayoshi Kishimoto’s right hand flipped through the colorful pages of the menu while ordering a bunch of dishes without hesitation. Among them were not only the Grade 5A Black Hair Wagyu Beef, but also its cow tongue, cow offal, and the assorted seafood platter.

In terms of drinks, he didn’t ask for red wine, but white wine. He didn’t stick to formality and drank whatever he liked, even if Coke was paired with white wine, it didn’t matter, he drank it as it was.

“I’m kind of like a sparrow flying up to become a phoenix!” Natsui Makoto suddenly said with a lot of emotion.

Masayoshi Kishimoto crossed his fingers in front of his belly and said with a slight smile, “Little sparrow, tell me how you became a phoenix?”

“I have no idea. It’s probably what people always say about destiny!” Natsui Makoto spread her hands and said.

“So you also believe in fate.” Masayoshi Kishimoto calmly said.

“Could it be that you don’t believe in fate?” Natsui Makoto didn’t deny that she believed in fate and said.

“I think the most imposing sentence is, my fate is by myself, not by heaven. However, how many people have been able to truly fulfill it since the beginning of time?

Fate is something that no one can figure out. Just like Oda Nobunaga was on the verge of unifying Japan, but his most trusted friend Akechi Mitsuhide suddenly rebelled, creating the famous Honnouji Mutiny in Japan’s history.

Toyotomi Hideyoshi was originally from a poor peasant family in Nakamura Township, Aichi County, Owari Province, and was a foot soldier, but instead he unified Japan in name only, and became a Sekibaeki.” Masayoshi Kishimoto eloquently said.

Natsui Makoto two eyes smiled out of the shape of cashew nuts, said: “People have to fate, heaven is destined. I originally is born in a single parent family of poor family daughter, not only looks ordinary, but also will not do anything.

I never even dreamed that I could become official boyfriend and girlfriend with a rich man who has a successful career. A good number of dug-in, good-looking girls, one after the other, don’t make it.”

“You’re too modest. Who says you’re ordinary-looking? If you were really ordinary-looking, why would I have taken a liking to you? Besides, your character is gentle and considerate, and your cooking skills are also good.

If I were to talk about your good qualities, I wouldn’t be able to finish even in three days and three nights. You are truly a model of a showman, a Yamato Nadeshiko.” Masayoshi Kishimoto smiled.

“Are you planning to coax my heart out to roast it for you?” Natsui Makoto smiled sweetly.

“I’m just being honest when it comes to a lover’s eyes. You are the best woman inside my eyes.” Masaru Kishimoto looked at her fondly and said.

“If you keep this up, I really won’t be able to grill meat for you.” Natsui Makoto’s entire body felt a tingling sensation, and the chicken skin on both of her arms rose up and said.

Masayoshi Kishimoto reached out and picked up the wine glass in front of him and said, “Since you really think I’m being fleshy, then I’ll stop.”

Natsui Makoto took it upon herself to grill his meat. She first picked up the small oil bottle with her right hand and poured the oil onto the grill plane as if she were drawing a picture, then after putting it down, she picked up the stainless steel meat clamp with her right hand and picked up a slice of ground beef from a large plate, spreading it at intervals on the top of the recessed quadrilateral stainless steel grill.

Once the smokeless carbon fire under the grill touched the raw meat, it immediately emitted a subtle “Zi Zi Zi” sound, and the flavor of the meat gradually emanated from nothing to something.

The dipping sauce is a secret proprietary sauce prepared by the store, which is also indispensable for barbecue meat. A barbecue restaurant good hard standard is to see it.

After all, the freshness of the ingredients are very easy to control and do, but only the dipping sauce, a seemingly small detail of the small things but determines the critical success or failure of the issue.

Dipping sauces are as delicate as a study. It takes a lot of trial and error to get it just right. As for the recipe and proportion of the dipping sauce, that was a secret that only the owner would know.

At this time, Natsui Makoto’s two eyes paid attention to the change in the color of the beef on top of the grill. With the stainless steel clip she was holding on the top of her right hand, she picked up a piece of beef and looked at it while hanging in the air, then she directly turned it over.

Then, one by one, she flipped the slices of beef on top of the grill. The process of turning raw meat into cooked meat naturally changed from large to small, becoming more and more compact.

Of course, Natsui Makoto knew that roasted beef couldn’t be roasted until it was fully cooked, as that would make it feel old in terms of texture. Although wagyu beef has a lot of fat and melts in your mouth, grilling it for a long time also makes it easy to lose the fat.

She thought that it would be a waste not to make good use of such an expensive ingredient. With a pair of eyes, she grasped the right amount of meat in her hand and put a piece into the plate in front of Masayoshi Kishimoto. One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, all of them were given to him.

Masayoshi Kishimoto did not hesitate to put down his glass of wine, pick up the chopsticks in front of him with his right hand and put a piece of meat into the sauce and danced around for a while, and then put it into his mouth to savor and chew.

His teeth didn’t have to exert much force before he bit into the beef. The gravy began to spread gradually in his mouth.

While Masayoshi Kishimoto was enjoying his mouthful, Makoto Natsui once again picked up the small oil bottle and poured some on top of the grill. Setting the bottle aside, she picked up the meat tongs again and started putting beef on the grill.

Masayoshi Kishimoto swallowed the beef in his mouth and took a sip of white wine from his wine glass. The white wine mixed with the lingering flavor of the beef in his mouth was a different kind of good taste.

“How am I doing on the grill? Old, or raw?” Natsui Makoto said trying to get feedback from him.

“It tastes alright to me. I just don’t know how it tastes to you?” Justice Kishimoto said bluntly.

“I’m nonchalant, I can eat it any way I want.” Natsui Makoto didn’t really care, as long as he thought it was good. Having lived for almost twenty years himself, he hadn’t eaten much of the good stuff, but he had eaten a lot of the not-so-good stuff.