Jackie_m
When I was a child, I ate my mother's dumplings so much that I almost died (that's a lie). As an adult, my mother passed away, and in the midst of that, Chinese restaurants started popping up in the area, but I always wondered where they sourced their strange minced meat from. I've never tasted anything like that in my life... There is a Chinese restaurant called "Fukukin" along the Shouheibashi street in Yushima, and there was a time when we used to have office drinking parties there. Honestly, I always thought the food at that place was not good no matter what I ate. I even suspected that the colleague who always organized the gatherings might have had some sort of kickback from choosing that place. But another colleague sitting in front of me would say that the pea shoots stir-fry there was delicious, or the dumplings were tasty. Human taste buds are really hard to understand... The name "Fukukin" is said to represent the body, but I hope that even if the store name is the same, the contents are different. With that in mind, I decided to enter the restaurant. Inside, it was surprisingly like a 4D restaurant. Normally, a dining establishment consists of the taste and aroma of the food, along with background music, creating a 3D experience. But here, the lingering smell of cigarettes added an extra dimension, creating a 4D space! There is a Chinese proverb that says "Your lies can be detected by the cigarette butts you break." The attitude towards the food in a restaurant can be understood by the lingering smell of cigarettes in the air. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but... I decided to go with the "Stone Pot Mapo Tofu" priced at 800 yen. Instead of thinking about what I wanted to eat, I had to consider what was the least risky option (laughs). But for me, going to a Chinese restaurant meant going for the classics. On the scorched stone pot, a white cloth (actually white paper) was placed over the face of a man from his country who resembled Terada Nou, who left with just one word, "Mazel," like a black magic spell. Just when I thought he had left, he returned with a paper apron for me, perhaps that was the first and last kindness he showed me, a requiem for the tofu. I clasped my hands together before removing the cloth. As I tied the paper strings of the paper apron tightly around my neck, I thought to myself, "Ah, I wonder if this outfit would have suited me if I had been in love for just half a year." (laughs) There were various things that happened, but in the end, I immersed myself in the task of removing as much of that suspicious minced meat as possible. I gathered the tofu part on top of the rice and added soy sauce as a hidden flavor because I thought it would be too bland otherwise. I often feel like I want to pay extra money just to leave without eating more and go to another restaurant, a feeling that comes to me a few times a year. But today, I just didn't have the courage to do it... I had been dining alone since the previous guest left, but when a woman dining alone entered, I felt relieved and decided to take my leave. Mother, where can I buy this minced meat? As I left the restaurant, guided by the voice of Yusaku Matsuda reading Nishijou Hachiju, the young medicine seller did not come.