Chapter 7 genius waitress

Talented people can shine in fiction.However, genius comes in all different forms.It is easy for us to think of Mozart, the French poet Han Poet, these tragic geniuses, but in fact, the forms of talent are very rich and cannot be generalized.I think that there are countless genuine geniuses in all walks of life, whether it is waiters, reasonable chimneys, or ear picking.Because of their existence, this somewhat disconnected and imperfect earth can continue to rotate.Compared with romantic and tragic talents, I appreciate talents that can bring happiness to those around me, as written in this short story.Because no one dared to hum in front of Mozart. If Han Bo poked his head out from behind the keyboard, it would be difficult to describe it as romantic.The waitress in the story was real.It was the sister of a copywriter friend of mine, and I laughed when I heard him tell this story over drinks.I have not seen her in person.Therefore, I am a little worried about how she will feel after reading this short story.

I met this talented waitress in the winter two years ago.That day, in order to talk about work, I walked into a small restaurant in the alley behind Kagurazaka.Tutiancuo, which looks like a mountain hut, neither gives a high-end feeling nor does it seem to provide any original dishes. There were no customers in the restaurant. Besides us, there was another table of guests from the publishing industry. It was amazing that just by smelling the smell, you could feel that the other party was a colleague. The four of us ordered draft beer and a few appetizers, and each ordered a main course.The waiter was a plump girl with a round face, her upper body was very burly, but her legs were slender and tight in white stockings, a bit like the waitresses in foreign bars seen in movies.Her spherical body has stick-like arms and legs.Her hands and feet moved slowly as she shuttled through the store.

We ordered seven or eight dishes, and like all willful editors, they had special requirements for each dish. She listened to our order with a smile on her face, and walked into the kitchen without repeating. At that time, we didn't pay much attention to her. After eating the dishes that were served, we chatted heartily about gossip about the publishing industry.In Tokyo, there are dozens of such discussions between editors and writers every night. A year later (the previous book was satisfying and fulfilling), I revisited the restaurant to discuss the new work.Because, I stay away from high-end restaurants and like relaxed places.Although the restaurant may look ordinary, the cuisine and service are impeccable.

The waitress brought us to the same table as a year ago.This time because of the earlier relationship.Didn't see other guests.She said to us: "Would you like four draft beers?" I exchanged glances with the others and said: "Yes, there are more." "What dish do you want?" Everyone opened the menu one after another, and the waitress said: "When you came last winter, you ordered roast lamb, anchovy pasta, fried prawns and shellfish, and Scotch eggs." One of the editors stared wide-eyed. "You remember them all? Do you know what salad we ordered last time?"

"Fish Roe and Potato Salad, Meat Mushroom Salad with Japanese Dressing, and, this gentleman..." He turned to look at me and smiled slightly. "Ask for oysters instead of shellfish in fried seafood." Everyone present was in an uproar, and I asked: "Do you remember?" The waitress blushed and nodded.She wasn't smug, and she wasn't putting on blush, but her healthy, rosy cheeks.Another editor asked: "Then do you also remember the face and name of the guest?" Her round face was tilted to one side. "No, it's not that bad. However, I won't forget what the customer ordered and whether they enjoyed it or not. Although I don't pay special attention to it, but for customers who are not satisfied or have not finished eating, Naturally, it will be particularly impressive.”

I immediately had the urge to interview her.Interesting subjects that can be written into novels do not exist in those rare materials, but in ordinary people we meet every day.I asked: "How long have you been in this store?" "About two and a half years." The editor made a sound of surprise. "Can you remember the dishes that all the guests ordered during the past two years?" The young waitress nodded calmly.I felt so incredible that I couldn't help asking her: "Suppose there are fifty guests a day, and each order two dishes, there are a total of one hundred kinds. Calculated by two hundred days a year, two years is five hundred days. Can you memorize all fifty thousand dishes? You Can you write it down on paper?"

The waitress said sorry, turned and left, and came back with four big glasses of draft beer.Her arms are thick but soft.Young women are often very concerned that their arms are too thick, but they don't know that healthy and full arms are more attractive than thin arms. "It's not memorized in order like a phone book. It's a bit like throwing guests and cards with dishes in the drawer at will and putting them away." One editor asked: "So, there is no special mnemonic?" "Yes. As soon as you see a customer walk into the store, the dishes he has ordered before, which dish he likes most, and whether he eats it with gusto will automatically emerge, just like a fast-playing video."

I couldn't help admiring it. "You memorized the information of thousands of people." "It's nothing." "Can I interview you next time? I'm a novelist and I like to learn about other people's affairs, because it helps my work. I can treat you to something you like." When she heard the interview, she had no expression at all. When I said that I would treat her to a delicious meal, she immediately smiled, and I immediately saw the needle. "What do you want to eat now?" She replied without hesitation: "chicken." Everyone present burst out laughing.She seemed to be drooling when she said the word "chicken".Her tone was neither humble nor overbearing, making people feel healthy desires, I smiled and said:

"No problem, next time I will make an appointment to a delicious local chicken shop." The next weekend, I met her at a restaurant in Yebisu.This chicken restaurant is very famous for its slow roasted chicken in a stone kiln.She said she was a big eater, so my whole chicken was brought to the table.The slightly burnt skin is shiny, and the muscles under the skin are as shiny as white meat sashimi.When I was about to go under the knife, she wanted to try it. As if she was undergoing brain surgery, she cut the roast chicken correctly and neatly with a knife and fork.Chicken breast, thigh and stuffed risotto served beautifully on three plates.After I thank you, I start eating the risotto.I like rice with rice and shrimp.The rice soaked up the fat and broth of the chicken is delicious, with aromas of rosemary and white bouillon.She eats roast chicken twice as fast as I do.

"You have a great appetite." "Yes, I like eating the most. When you recall your childhood, you usually say that you went to Disneyland to play, or that adults bought toys for him, right?" I nodded and watched her eat half of a football-sized chicken.Her appetite was delightful. "But I only remember what I ate. When I was in elementary school, I ate spinach and oyster risotto for the first time. When I was in the second grade, I had T-bone steak. On the first date in high school, I ate pizza with white sauce. It’s a delicacy I will never forget.” As she spoke, she picked up the chicken leg bone and tore the chicken off the bone with her front teeth.Through the translucent chicken bones, you can see the bloody bone marrow.

"Excuse me." She used her hands hard, and with a "snap", the chicken's thigh was broken.Then, looking up at me with a smile on his face, he said: "The bone marrow inside is delicious." She put the broken place on her lips, sucking the essence of the bone.She couldn't help thinking, she enjoyed it from the bottom of her heart, and it also brought happiness to the people around her. "What else do you want?" I was full of happiness and asked the waiter to bring the menu.