I'm a dragon sparrow in Tokyo

Chapter 42 School Uniforms (two in one, please read more)

"What! Impossible!"

As soon as Daizi finished speaking, Qingye's eyes widened, unable to believe it.

"Nothing is impossible. Jiang Xu's cooking today is much better than yours."

Daizi said in an unquestionable tone, "As for how strong it is, you can try it yourself."

Cooking using heart-cooking skills is simply a blow to ordinary cooking.

Aoba puffed up her pretty face, staring at Jiang Xu's fried buns, and finally recalled the source of the unease in her heart.

The skin of the steamed stuffed bun has the wrong aroma.

This is a very fermented dough, at least it is cleansing.

Could it be that he knew he would be peeping, so he first made a ball of low-quality dough to numb me on purpose.

Damn!
Still cheated.

Aoba angrily conceived a [-]-word mental game process in her mind, and had already rehearsed Shiji's countermeasures next time.

In the eyes of Jiang Xu and Daizi, they could see Qingye staring at the fried bun, his expression constantly changing, as if he was studying a hundred ways to kill it.

After a while, he suddenly picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a fried bun, put it on his plate, and used the chopsticks to lift the dough.

Swish!
The light flickered away, as if it was just an illusion.

But combined with the situation when Daizi ate the bun just now, Jiang Xu is sure that the light is not an illusion.

However, my cooking shines!

What kind of weird situation is this?
But it seems that only I can see it.

Jiang Xu kept thinking, but he didn't notice that his expression was constantly changing after eating the green leaves of the steamed stuffed bun.

The speed of chewing became faster and faster. After swallowing the last mouthful, he immediately stuffed another bun into his mouth. Going against his habit, he ate three buns in one go before stopping.

Aoba couldn't believe it: "Why, I suddenly feel very hungry, I really want to eat fried buns, especially the idea of ​​fried buns with fillings, obviously I don't like carrots very much, why do I also feel that Do you really want to eat?"

"It's only when my father occasionally cooks that I feel this way."

As the chef's daughter, Aoba doesn't have any favorite dishes, and she can't deeply understand the ideas contained in fried buns. She can only resonate to certain times, which is the sudden urge to eat a certain dish for no reason.

"Suddenly want to eat?"

After listening to Qingye's words, combined with Daizi's question just now, Jiang Xu vaguely guessed something.

Immediately, he grabbed a fried bun and broke it open with one hand.

Swish!
From the surface of the stuffing, a glimmer of light flashed for a moment.

Jiang Xu didn't care, and put half of the bun into his mouth, chewing.

really.

The familiar taste that was almost exactly the same as in memory permeated his mouth, and pictures appeared in his mind involuntarily.

Jiang Xu took a deep breath, it was his childhood impression of fried buns, but he didn't know why it was injected into the cooking.

Could it be because when I was making this dish, I was completely caught in the memory, but this is not scientific.

wait, impression.
Is it possible that it is the seed of thought.

A thought flashed in Jiang Xu's mind, and the vision in front of him suddenly changed.

Inside the pan fried buns in front of you are filled with nostalgic old photos with a yellowish color, like small lanterns, lingering with a warm light.

Jiang Xu suddenly realized that the abnormal phenomenon of cooking was indeed caused by thoughts.

And this method may also have something to do with his breakthrough in mahjong skills today.

With the roots of the three schools, even now, he can use his own thoughts to slightly affect the thoughts.

It is very likely that when I was cooking before, I couldn't help but incorporated the thoughts of that time into the buns.

Finished this ultra-twilight version of the luminous dish.

In fact, on the way back, Jiang Xu thought about it, since mahjong can attract thoughts, mysterious elements such as luck.

There is no reason that other things cannot be triggered.

Now, it has been accurately observed that cooking can also induce thoughts, so can it be confirmed that, in fact, all other competitive events can also be done.

For example, martial arts, table tennis, Go
Jiang Xu felt a sense of anticipation in his heart.

The world is getting more and more interesting.

There is no doubt about the winner of this time.

Although Aoba is not very happy, but as a chef, she also understands that it is an extremely cheating method to inject thoughts into cooking.

The current her is absolutely incomparable.

But she wasn't discouraged.

Although the heart chef style is powerful, from birth to now, only the chef god of the ancient Xia Kingdom can reach the peak, and he is the real heart chef.

The rest, are nothing more than a bunch of imitators, at the highest level predictable.

However, after entering the modern society, other culinary arts schools are constantly developing. The strong come out in large numbers, the path is clearer, and the upper limit is higher.

Aoba has long confirmed her future path, Yuan Chuliu.

She still wants to do her best to promote the local cuisine of Sakurajima, that is, to use the original flavor of the ingredients to make the most delicious dishes.

It's just that compared with some Sakurajima chefs who have gone to extremes, they are infinitely seeking more top-notch and rarer ingredients.

Aoba hopes to discover the unique flavors of some common ingredients, present them in the way of Sakurajima cuisine, and spread them widely.

This is her dream.

Flavorful fried dumplings with meat stuffing, tantalizing vegetarian stuffed fried buns, and a bowl of hot and appetizing millet porridge.

After dinner, the three of them were very comfortable.

Most of the exhaustion from the whole body was expelled.

It is foreseeable that I will be able to sleep well tonight.

After washing the dishes and cleaning up the residue, the time came to nine o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Xu was about to go back to his room when Dai Zi suddenly stopped him.

"Xu-jun, school will start tomorrow, are your things ready?"

"Do you mean documents or something? I've already put them away." Jiang Xu nodded.

Daizi shook her head slightly, "Not only the documents, you also need one thing, the school uniform."

"Uniforms?!"

Jiang Xu was taken aback, he really didn't expect this.

"You can forget about this. There will be a school opening ceremony when school starts tomorrow, and all teachers and students must wear school uniforms. You don't want to wear your own uniform tomorrow, do you? Do it on the first day of school. Get the news out."

Aoba who was watching TV came back and said with a speechless face.

"It's not that exaggerated. But I guess you must have forgotten it."

Daizi walked to the entrance with a smile, took a paper bag she brought back today, and handed it to Jiang Xu.

"This is the school uniform of our school. There are two sets, one in eastern style and the other in western style. Try wearing both. I'll see if they fit. But even if it doesn't work, you can only change it tomorrow night."

There are no strong things in this world, and no one is weaker than anyone else in terms of cultural influence.

It is reflected in every aspect of life.

Ayagawa High School has always been known as a benchmarking international school, so naturally the school uniforms of both cultures are designed.

According to festivals and different occasions, let students wear different school uniforms.

Jiang Xu took the bag and went back to his room to change.

The first thing he took out was a set of western-style uniforms, similar to the uniforms of Sakurajima students in his previous life.

A white shirt, a black suit-style jacket, trousers, and a tie.

This is the case with the western style for boys. From this, it can be inferred that the classic JK style of western style for girls should not be erased by the differentiation of the world.

Great!
With inexplicable joy, Jiang Xu changed into this school uniform.

The fabric is soft, and there is no strange feeling on the skin. It should be a high-end product.

The size is just right, and the style is also a slim fit.

Finally putting on his tie, Jiang Xu walked out of the room.

Hearing the sound, Daizi and Qingye turned their heads together, seeing Jiang Xu who was walking over, they couldn't help being startled, opened their mouths slightly, but forgot to speak.

The school uniform of Ayagawa High School was designed by an outstanding student alumni who became a well-known designer.

Although it is said that school uniforms are for common use and general use, no matter who wears them, they will not look awkward.

But the graduate designer recalled all the grievances he had about school uniforms in his student days, and he still incorporated his ideas in the subtleties.

There will be no difference between ordinary students wearing this school uniform.

But some beautiful boys who fit the designer's aesthetics can show their handsomeness to the greatest extent.

At this time, Jiang Xu was undoubtedly one of them.

The pure black jacket on the upper body and the straight black pants on the lower body are perfectly unified, the waistline is slightly tightened, and the well-proportioned figure can be seen through the school uniform jacket and the pure white one-inch shirt, but the brows on the handsome face are slightly frowned, as if there is still A little unaccustomed.

"Aunt Daizi, how are you? You should be fine."

Jiang Xu's noise interrupted their daydreams, he really didn't know anything about dressing, and there was no mirror in the room, so he didn't see the whole picture of himself clearly.

"Very handsome, Mr. Xu, when you arrive at school tomorrow, you will definitely become the new focus."

Daizi showed a motherly smile, looking at Jiang Xu in this attire, suddenly a strong thought of taking in a son rose in her heart.

The daughter or something is not caring at all.

She looks average and cute, her cooking is average, and her academic performance is also average.

How can there be a son like Jiang Xu.

"You are exaggerating too much, Aoba, what do you think, is it okay?"

There was a helpless smile on the corner of Jiang Xu's mouth, as if Daizi was joking with him.

Qing Ye, who didn't know that she was rejected by her mother again, also held her breath at this time, and forgot to close her slightly opened mouth.

Staring at Jiang Xu without blinking, he only felt his throat itching and wanted to bite something to eat.

Suddenly asked by Jiang Xu, his whole body trembled in shock, and he stammered, "I think, I think, it's just average, that's just, better than ordinary people, a hundred million points, a point, that's all."

"That's right."

Jiang Xu nodded in satisfaction, as long as he can wear it, there is nothing unusual about it.

"There's another set, I'll put it on and see."

"Okay, hurry up, I'm looking forward to it." Daizi smiled.

When Jiang Xu returned to the room, Dai Zi turned her head, looked her daughter up and down, blinked, and said with a smile.

"Generally, only a little better than ordinary people."

Qingye blushed and shouted, "Oh, don't talk about it! You are already a little bit stronger! Really, what's so great about it."

Back in the room, Jiang Xu took out the second set of oriental school uniform.

When he unfolded the clothes, he frowned slightly. This was actually a school uniform similar to the Tang suit from his previous life.

However, there are subtle differences.

At the very least, the style is more modern, slim and youthful, which is called summer clothing in this world.

The summer of Xia Guo is not the summer of summer.

This school uniform also looks like a black base, only the cuffs and neckline are embellished with gold thread patterns.

But in fact, if you adjust the angle, you can see a connected texture embroidered on the surface of the clothes. This is the school scene of Ayagawa High School.

Jiang Xu fell in love with this suit at first glance.

He took off his suit, put on this summer suit, and walked out of the room with his head raised naturally.

This time, Daizi and Qingye thought they were mentally prepared, so they wouldn't be too surprised.

But seeing Jiang Xu's true face, they were still lost for a moment.

Jiang Xu walked from the darkness of the corridor to the bright living room with a faint smile on his face.

A dark summer suit that does not reflect light makes Jiang Xu's skin extremely fair.

The golden thread patterns on the cuffs and neckline were originally just decorations, but when worn on him, there was a mysterious and noble aura.

It is not appropriate to say that it is the temperament of the ancient princes and grandsons of the Xia Kingdom, but Jiang Xu's attire can indeed remind people of the breath of a 'dragon'.

If they can swipe the photos and captions uploaded by the girl today on social software, they may be able to find a suitable word.

'Dragonfinch! '

However, even if this temperament is excluded, Jiang Xu's summer clothes alone fit perfectly.

Daizi and Aoba seem to have traveled through time and space in a trance, seeing the world a hundred years ago just like in the movie.

Daxia's fleet set sail from the East China Sea and circled the world for half a circle, invincible until it encountered the West at the other pole of the world.

War breaks out, and it comes down to negotiations.

At that time, the young men of the summer, who were dressed in summer clothes and looked very handsome, were roaming around the negotiating table with the group of blond and blue-eyed Westerners in suits, citing scriptures, fighting against each other, and not giving an inch.

Jiang Xu's demeanor at this time was very similar to those of Xia's ancestors shown in the movie.

What flows naturally in his expression is confidence in the country and culture.

This kind of self-confidence is the demeanor of the country that Sakurajima people admire and admire.

"I think this suit is very good, what do you think?"

Jiang Xu walked around in a circle, still very satisfied.

"Well, I think." Aoba hesitated for a while, organized his words for a while, and then continued: "Otherwise, you should wear that Western-style suit to school."

"Isn't this Eastern style okay?"

Jiang Xu tilted his head and asked.

Qingye pursed her lips: "Because it's too prominent and different."

If Jiang Xu wearing a western-style school uniform is simply more handsome than the people around him, although some boys will be jealous, but some boys and most of the girls will be proud to be Jiang Xu's friend.

But when he wears his summer clothes, the people around him feel that he is saying, 'Do you deserve to wear summer clothes too? ', too sarcasm.

Looking at Qingye's face, Jiang Xu nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, then I will"

"No, just wear this oriental suit."

Before Jiang Xu finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"Yachuan is not an ordinary school, and Jiang Xujun is not an ordinary student, so that kind of situation will not happen. What's more, I'm here."

Hagiwara Daiko waved her hand domineeringly, and the majesty of the grade director was undoubtedly revealed.

Jiang Xu and Qing Ye looked at each other, and they waved their hands helplessly, but they agreed.

Qingye thought for a while, and felt that her own considerations seemed superfluous for Jiang Xu.

Others may be affected by the 'atmosphere' that is common on the Sakurajima campus, and be struck by exclusion.

But Jiang Xu definitely won't, not only because he is from Xia Kingdom, but also because he is a strong man.

The strong make rules everywhere, rather than being subject to rules.

But who knew what Daizi was thinking at the moment was that she must bring Jiang Xu to show off in front of her group of old female colleagues, and make them envious.

Look, my old lady has taken the lead, and you all have to hurry up, and all of you will implement the policy for me.

Maybe it would be a wonderful thing to bring a handsome and seductive little guy home!

　Thank you for the reward from '石C', thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)