Chapter 964: Midnight Nagahama-style Ramen and Pork Mushroom Carrot Diced Fried Rice

This world is ordinary, so ordinary that Broly can barely sense the existence of any living individual that can reach 10 points of Combat Strength relying solely on Qi.

After a night of wandering around, deliberately flashing wealth to lure fish and executing Justice, Broly's wallet only bulged slightly.

But it was all contributed by small-time nobodies; as for the so-called gangs, they seem to be a declining industry in this world.

Everyone is very low-key; when Broly came knocking, wanting to force them to confess their bad deeds and prepare for a Justice execution (dine-and-dash), those guys actually pulled out their phones, indicating that if he continued to slander their legitimate gang, they would immediately call the police and find a Lawyer to sue him.

That attitude of using the law to defend their dignity left Broly somewhat speechless, and in the end he could only slink away in embarrassment.

Although Broly likes to dine-and-dash and can completely ignore the constraints of the law to act recklessly, in most cases, as long as the locals are also law-abiding, he will generally abide by these things that maintain social order, and will not haphazardly trample and destroy.

At two in the morning, looking up at the sky on the still brightly lit streets, the sky was still dark, but Broly's belly was a bit hungry.

Coincidentally, there was a Ramen cart by the road ahead, seemingly not yet closed, so he walked over directly.

"Welcome~"

The Boss, bald with a towel tied on his head, said a line the moment Broly sat down.

"May I ask if the Customer wants Soy Sauce, Pork Bone, or Miso Ramen?"

Japanese Ramen carts are limited by space and equipment, so the types of Ramen sold are generally only two or three kinds; this Ramen cart is no exception.

"What flavor is this?"

Broly sniffed with his nose and asked directly.

"It is Pork Bone flavor, Customer."

"Why do I smell a somewhat stinky odor, Boss, you wouldn't be using inferior Ingredients, would you?"

"Customer, you misunderstand me; my curtain has Nagahama-style Ramen written on it."

"But what does that have to do with the somewhat stinky smell, could it be you deliberately made the soup with stinky stuff?"

Broly frowned and asked.

"Nagahama-style Pork Bone Ramen originated near the Nagahama Fish Market in Fukuoka; initially it was made as breakfast for fishermen; for quick serving, they would boil pig leg bones and pig skull bones over high heat; the sulfur-containing amino acids in the bones decompose at high temperatures, producing some sulfides; this is the origin of the stinky smell.

However, Customer, although this soup smells a bit stinky, it doesn't stink at all when drunk; on the contrary, it is rich and fragrant without any blood smell, carrying

a scorched fragrance and returning sweetness, rich in pork bone fat yet not greasy; would you like to try?"

The Boss took a small dish, ladled a bit of Pork Bone Soup, and placed it in front of Broly.

Broly: "————"

The dining Bosses encountered in this world seemingly all have some gift of gab; they all have a knack for using words to explain and increase appetite.

Fine, then let him taste this Pork Bone Soup with a bit of flavor.

Broly picked up the dish and directly drank down the milky white thick soup.

The Broth entered his mouth, rich and mellow; indeed there was a faint scorched fragrance, and his Lips even developed a sticky sensation of collagen.

The slight stinky smell originally smelled turned light and silky upon entry instead, just like Stinky Tofu, stinky at first sniff, but once eaten, the stink turns into a unique fragrance.

"Boss, give me a Bowl of Pork Bone Ramen!"

Broly did not hesitate and ordered directly.

"Okay, Customer."

The Ramen cart Boss's face bloomed with a smile; compared to old regulars, recommending Nagahama-style Pork Bone Ramen to a young new Customer gave him even more sense of Achievement.

"Your Nagahama-style Pork Bone Ramen!"

A Bowl of fresh, fragrant, pork-stinking Ramen was quickly made and placed in front of Broly.

The Char Siu had alternating fat and lean, lower belly slow-braised and stewed.

The soft-boiled egg cut in half, yolk flowing.

Large sheets of dried purple laver, sprinkled with sesame.

Broly swallowed his Saliva, picked up his Chopsticks without further hesitation, and ate heartily.

The Midnight Street, the lit Ramen cart, the slurping sounds, yet rang out behind the Curtain.

From time to time, the sound of ordering another Bowl rang out.

And besides Pork Bone Ramen, Broly also ordered the other two flavors of Ramen.

Soy Sauce Ramen, soup color dark brown, clear and transparent, texture refreshing and fragrant; Chicken Bone Soup was likely used.

Miso Ramen, soup color orange-yellow and turbid, texture mellow, sweet, and fragrant, carrying Miso's unique fermented flavor.

In terms of taste, among the Ramen Broly has eaten, they can rank in the front.

Just compared to the slightly stinky Pork Bone Soup, they still lack a bit of interest.

Not that they're bad, but the Memory isn't that vivid.

Broly alone polished off six Bowls of Pork Bone Ramen, two Bowls each of Soy Sauce and Miso Ramen, only then paying the bill and leaving satisfied.

The Ramen cart Boss held the money, looking at the ten Bowls stacked up with not even a drop of soup left, yet was somewhat at a loss for words.

This was the First time he had seen a Customer who could put away Ramen like this, but he also didn't know where this big eater came from.

After Broly ate and drank his fill, having nothing to do, he strolled on the streets.

Besides the brightly lit district, the other districts were normally quiet at Midnight.

In a Park with cricket chirps, casually finding a long bench to lie down on, Broly fell asleep directly.

Until morning the sun rose, bright Sunlight shining through the tree authority onto his face, only then waking Broly.

"Mm, slept really comfortably~"

Although he slept on a Park bench, because his long-term night life was in a state of hard cultivation, suddenly doing nothing now gave Broly sufficient rest; waking up made him feel exceptionally Relaxed, just the morning situation, no one to help handle it.

Taking out toiletries from the Crystal Palace, after brushing his teeth and washing his face in the Park, Broly was prepared to face a brand new day in this modern Isekai.

Time quickly arrived at Noon; Broly unknowingly returned to the entrance of Yukihira Diner; a morning and half a Noon only proved one thing: Restaurants that can make delicious Cooking are not found in every Place.

The Yukihira Diner before his eyes, last night's Midnight Ramen cart, were all lucky encounters with Delicacy production points.

As for the others, they belong to places selling normal-tasting dishes.

Not bad, but not exactly delicious either — just a middling level.

【Decided. This place will be my long-term dining spot for as long as I'm stranded in this world.】

Thinking this, Broly pushed the door open and entered Yukihira Diner.

"Sorry, Customer. If you're here to eat, please go somewhere else."

Joichiro Yukihira looked up, glanced at the stranger who had just entered, and said.

"Huh? No, isn't your restaurant open at noon?"

Broly's expression stiffened, and he hurriedly asked.

"It's not that we're closed. It's that my family's restaurant is preparing to close for a long period."

Joichiro Yukihira spoke while stacking the already-sanitized tableware and putting it into the cabinet.

"What happened? Was it those real estate developers giving your restaurant trouble yesterday?"

Broly frowned.

"If that's the case, please give me their company address. I'll go find them and talk."

Just as he was preparing to treat this place as his cafeteria, someone wanted to smash his eating spot — perfect, Broly was still short on some locals to farm gold coins for him.

"Oh? You're the person my son mentioned who helped him yesterday?"

"I didn't really help much. I just happened to be here at the right time."

"I'm Joichiro Yukihira. The help you gave wasn't small — you made my son, who has nothing but cooking in his head, actually get a girlfriend."

"Huh? You mean that help?"

"What else would there be?"

"I thought you meant the real estate developer thing."

"Haha, that doesn't count as trouble."

"Then why is your restaurant suddenly closing long-term?"

"Well, it's some personal work adjustments on my part, plus my son is almost high school age. I'm preparing

to send him to a special school. There'll be no one to run the restaurant, so that's why we're closing."

Joichiro Yukihira explained.

"Ah, so that's it. I thought I'd be able to eat here long-term."

Broly sighed. Since the owner was closing voluntarily, not forced, there was nothing he could do.

"Haven't eaten yet, right? I'll make you a meal."

"Huh? Aren't you closing?"

"Well, the kitchenware hasn't been packed up yet, and the fridge has ingredients I bought this morning for myself. Making a meal for the benefactor who got my son a girlfriend is nothing."

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Joichiro. By the way, I'm Broly."

"Good, Broly. Don't know if you can help me as an assistant?"

Joichiro Yukihira recalled his son's praise of this man's knife skills this morning, so he asked.

"This meal's on me."

"No problem. What do you need me to do?"

"I'm making fried rice. Need some diced meat, diced shiitake, and diced carrot. And each dice, I need you to cut to about the size of a soybean,

and they must be perfectly uniform. Can you do it?"

"Can do. That's simple."

Broly nodded. Joichiro Yukihira directly handed over an apron, then turned to the back kitchen to fetch ingredients from the fridge.

"No leftover rice. The rice needs to be cooked fresh, but fried rice made with freshly cooked rice might have a slightly worse texture than using leftover rice."

"No matter. As long as it tastes good. Your son's rice bowl was excellent. Since you're his father, your craftsmanship should be even better."

"Haha, actually not really. It's just that my son and I have competed in cooking four hundred ninety-five times, and I've won all four hundred ninety-five times."

Joichiro Yukihira answered with a laugh. Broly turned his head to look at this guy with some doubt, unsure whether he was being humble

or showing off.

But the better the other party's craftsmanship, the more worth anticipating.

"Then I'll wait and see."

Taking the ingredients Joichiro Yukihira handed over, Broly began processing them.

After Joichiro Yukihira put the rice in the rice cooker and started it, he came to the side to watch.

But Broly's flowing, incomparably precise knife skills gave him a shock.

"Broly, do you work as a prep cook somewhere?"

"No. Why?"

"Nothing. Just that your knife skills are incredibly impressive. I feel my own knife skills might not even be as good as yours."

Cutting ingredients into perfectly uniform shapes is basic skill for a professional chef, but even basics have degrees of capability.

At least, a dicing technique as flowing and clean as Broly's — Joichiro Yukihira knew with just a glance that he was outmatched.

"Wonder what line of work Mr. Broly is in?"

"Security."

"Uh, with your build, security fits."

Joichiro Yukihira nodded, paused, then asked.

"Just, don't know if you've ever thought about changing careers?"

"Change to what?"

"Chef."

"Is this job profitable?"

"For top-tier chefs, yes, it's still quite profitable."

"And with your knife skills, you deserve a high salary."

"Of course, if you can cook, that would be even better."

"By the way, do you know how?"

"I know how to cook ingredients until they're done and make them edible—does that count as knowing how to cook?"

"That's at most the level of an ordinary housewife's cooking. The cooking I'm talking about means understanding the characteristics of various ingredients, then adapting to them to create flavors beyond their own inherent quality."

"I haven't practiced this specifically, so I don't know if I can do it."

"Want to give it a try?"

"How do we try?"

"Later I'll stir-fry a portion of rice, you watch from the side, and after I finish, you stir-fry a portion yourself."

Joichiro Yukihira proposed.

"That works."

Broly thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed.

This restaurant is closing for the long term; if I can learn the boss's fried rice technique, I can make it myself.

Although, just one dish of fried rice.

There weren't many side dishes, so Broly quickly finished cutting them.

But the rice wasn't ready that quickly.

After the rice was cooked, Joichiro Yukihira didn't start stir-frying immediately; instead, he poured all the rice into a large iron basin.

He saw Broly's puzzled gaze and explained carefully: "The reason fried rice uses leftover rice is that after refrigeration, some moisture evaporates, so it doesn't clump easily when stir-fried, and it's easier to achieve distinct grains."

"Also, the starch in the rice undergoes retrogradation at 2 to 6 degrees Celsius, making the grains harder and more resilient, with a chewier texture. And because the surface is dry, it can better absorb the aroma of soy sauce, ingredients, and seasonings during stir-frying."

"And this is freshly cooked rice. Spread it out to cool for a while, then put it in the refrigerator to chill—this can approximate the effect of leftover rice."

"You're not in a hurry to eat, right?"

"Not in a hurry. I already ate somewhere else earlier."

"Then why did you come to my family's restaurant?"

"Well, the dishes at other restaurants just aren't as good as yours."

Hearing this, Joichiro Yukihira was stunned, then laughed: "Hah, good eye, good taste. Since you're not hungry, let's wait a bit."

"How long do we wait?"

"About two hours."

"Then I'll come back in two hours."

"Something to take care of?"

"Mm."

"Fine, go take care of your business."

"What about these cut things?"

"Put them in the fridge first."

Broly left Yukihira Diner, wandered outside for two hours, found nothing, and then came back.

The rice was already frozen, and the seasonings were placed by the stove.

Seeing him enter, Joichiro Yukihira nodded, stood up, and walked toward the kitchen.

"The eggs need to be prepared first. Crack them into a bowl, add a little salt and white pepper powder. Salt is the base flavor, white pepper removes gaminess and adds aroma. Then whisk quickly in one direction to create fine foam—that's the key to rich egg fragrance."

"Heat the iron pan until it smokes, pour in oil to season the pan, then pour out the hot oil and add cool oil. This creates a non-stick layer. Now add the eggs and stir-fry quickly. Don't cook them through—take them out at seventy percent done and set aside."

"No need to wash the pan. Use the remaining oil to stir-fry the diced meat, carrots, and mushrooms until fragrant, then add the rice and stir-fry until heated through. Then pour in the seventy-percent-done eggs and stir-fry evenly."

"Also, our shop's fried rice adds some clear soup stock to enhance freshness. This is the technique of Chinese Yangzhou fried rice, but we don't have stock prepared now, so we'll mix MSG water and soy sauce as a substitute."

"Note: turn up the stove heat. At this point, stir-frying absolutely cannot be slow. Even a slight delay might burn the rice—"

Joichiro Yukihira explained while quickly tossing the pan. The rice grains tumbled continuously in the pan, occasionally making crackling sounds—the sound of the rice grains jumping.

This process lasted about ten seconds, then he removed it from the heat to finish. Joichiro Yukihira only used two scoops of the spatula, and the fried rice

was served onto a plate.

"Yukihira Diner, simplified version, pork mushroom carrot diced fried rice, complete."

The aroma of the fried rice wafted over. The rice grains were distinct and separate. Broly subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"Now, it's your turn."

Joichiro Yukihira looked at Broly's reaction, couldn't help but smile, and reminded him that it was his turn to stir-fry.

Broly nodded, took Joichiro Yukihira's place, recalled the other person's fried rice process in his mind once, and began a one-to-one replication.

"I'm home,, Dad, didn't you say you were leaving?"

Soma Yukihira came home from school and saw his dad, who had said he was leaving in the morning, still in the shop. Somewhat surprised, he asked.

"Well, some changes came up. Leaving might have to be delayed a bit."

Joichiro Yukihira replied, but his gaze never shifted from Broly.

"Hey, Soma, I think I might have discovered an incredible genius buried in the security industry and the culinary world—"

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"What are you talking about?"

Soma Yukihira didn't understand, but suddenly realized his dad was now standing by the stove. So, who was making that clattering fried rice sound now?

The boy quickly walked over, and upon seeing the tall figure standing by the restaurant stove, he was startled: "No, Dad, you're letting a customer stir-fry rice?"

Yesterday having the Customer help out was already unreasonable, while his own father unexpectedly went one better, Directly having the Customer cook at the stove.

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