I have a restaurant in East Sakura

Chapter 32 Hell, All Beings Are Suffering, Blissful Ones. Self-Crossing!

Intensive tingling pain appeared on the tip of Jingshiro's tongue, as if he had swallowed a branding iron full of hot magma.

The strong burning sensation directly made a master swordsman like Kyoshiro, who was almost inhuman and extraordinary, turn red in the face.

The blood circulation seemed to explode, and blue veins appeared on both sides of his forehead.

'Hot, spicy! '

'it hurts! ! '

As soon as it entered the mouth, before chewing, the fierce spicy taste had already killed Jingshiro and turned him on his back.

You know, when he saw the noodles, he was already mentally prepared.

But after tasting it, he realized that what kind of psychological preparation was not worth mentioning in front of such a spicy taste.

It was a taste, as if a soul song was playing in front of you.

However, the feeling that was almost equivalent to pain made Keishiro seem to have returned to the turbulent battlefield again.

Fighting, fellowship, fighting, madness.

A terrifying killing intent burned in his chest, and a rush of hot blood penetrated his internal organs.

How could he be afraid when there seemed to be endless enemies in front of him?

Fighting, purgatory, frenzy.

Everything that was calm reverberated in his mind. His mouth, which was already red from the heat, trembled slightly due to swelling, but he was still chewing subconsciously.

Behind the spiciness, there are strong, soft and chewy noodles, and after the spiciness, the fermented sour taste that makes the body tremble and start to feel comfortable.

After the sour taste emerges, the umami taste that was originally covered by the spicy taste, the fresh aroma from the pepper, also emerges at the same time.

And in front of Jingshiro's eyes, it seemed that the end of the killing field had finally opened up a ray of light.

And behind Shuguang are the smiling faces of countless people, the smiling faces of his very familiar clansmen!

'Crying? '

‘This guy actually cried? '

'Is it spicy? still'

Guiyankuang looked at the eyes of Mibu Kyoshiro, whom he once parasitized, and a deep doubt suddenly appeared in his heart.

Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and the blood in his eyes swelled.

'eat! '

As if he had grasped the handle of the knife, he picked up two noodles, and immediately picked them up. After stirring them in the slightly crimson liquid, a spicy smell like erupting lava rushed to his nose. Come.

Even the fresh air from time to time can't seem to suppress the spiciness.

The ghost-eyed maniac was so hot that he almost closed his eyes.

It's just that he has already thought about eating, and even this little problem can't stop him, so he stuffed it into his mouth with his eyes closed.

Ghost-eyed Maniac experienced Jingshiro's feeling almost at the same time, and the fiery burning pain was stronger than Jingshiro's.

It was as if his entire body had been immersed in a raging fire and calcined.

But immediately, endless opponents appeared in front of his eyes, as if he suddenly appeared on the battlefield that made him extremely excited!

'Hahaha! '

'Fight! fight! ! '

The terrifying killing intent spread, and phantoms of mountains of corpses and seas of blood seemed to appear in the entire restaurant. This is the strength of Ghost Eye Knife, and it is also the killing he has done before!

It is said that he is a murderer who slaughtered thousands of people

But he didn't just slaughter a thousand people? !

The hell in the eyes of others, the Asura Magic Field, is the most perfect place of bliss in his heart!

Sure enough, the directions of the two people are completely different

'That ghost-eyed maniac is essentially the same type of fighting maniac as Yujiro Fanma. '

Zhao Fuyu looked at the two new diners silently, and he had a complete impression of the 'Hell Road. Bliss Noodles' on his dishes.

Although it is still in the category of special cuisine.

The reddish red light, as well as the Shura purgatory that the two fell into, all showed this point.

But he didn't fully unleash all his cooking skills, or in other words, his color, aroma, and flavor, these four have reached super-level skills, and have not yet fully integrated.

It will take a lot more practice and dexterity, and a little inspiration, to put it all together.

'But for them, the shock of the dish was enough. '

'It's too late. '

Looking at Guiyan Kuang and Mibu Kyoshiro, Zhao Fuyu can be sure that after cooking this time, the two of them will definitely leave a deep impression on the multi-world restaurant.

That's why he uses this dish.

Solicit customers!

Hell. Bliss

The edema on Mibu Kyoshiro's face has decreased a lot, but the swell of his lips has not gone away.

However, the light in his eyes was brighter than ever.

It was a feeling that activated the vitality in his body, made his blood boil, and made every aspect of his body thriving.

That is long-lost health!

In fact, to cure the flaws of the Mibu clan, medical methods alone are useless.

After all, quite a few of them have been bred, and in terms of body structure, they are basically no different from ordinary people.

But...they are deformed and their lifespan is not long. What is the reason?

In the heart, in the spirit, and even more in the soul!

This is also the reason why Kyoshiro Mibu is in much better condition than the clansmen who have been able to receive treatment in the residence of the Mibu clan after traveling around the world.

The change in this aspect is not only in the body, but also in the spirit, energy and spirit. It has carried out a kind of nirvana for Mibu Kyoshiro.

That scorching burning was not only scorching his mouth, but also forging his soul.

Light is the exit that Kyoshiro found himself, and it is also his way of bliss.

The blissful person in the hell way can only cross by himself.

As for the ghost-eyed guy, anyway, he can enjoy himself in hell, and there is no so-called discomfort at all.

Naturally, Zhao Fuyu would not pay too much attention to the psychological construction of this kind of fighting madness, he is the real pure guy, so pure that there is no so-called bottleneck at all.

One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon.

Kyoshiro looked at his hands which had regained the healthy luster of the past, and couldn't help showing infinite emotion.

He never dreamed that his family's problems could be solved with just a bowl of noodles.

Thank you, manager!

He stood up and bowed deeply to where Zhao Fuyu was.

It also represents his approval of this dish.

“It’s just a noodle”

Whatever you can get is the guest's own credit, it's just a catalyst.

Zhao Fuyu is not greedy for merit, at this time Tanjirou has almost eaten, and only then did he fry another fried chicken.

Wrap in perforated brown paper to keep the steam from softening the crispy skin of the fried chicken.

Then the fried chicken was delivered to Tanjiro.

Next time, I hope to hear good news from you.

With a smile, Zhao Fuyu put the things in Tanjirou's hands, and then watched the young man bow and slowly disappear into the black hole behind the door.

At this time, the Ghost Eye Maniac who was caught in the fight finally woke up suddenly.

I am

What's wrong?

Looking at his body, he seemed to feel an unprecedented fullness.