SIRO-166Amateur AV experience shooting 82

It was three years ago that I ran out of my house screaming, ``I'm going to become a top-notch soba chef!!'' Until then, she had never rebelled against her parents, and she went to school and got a job at the company her parents wanted her to do. What changed her mind was a soba restaurant in Togakushi, Shinshu, on a company trip. When she first saw the store's menu, she was surprised. There were only three options: ``zaru soba'', ``oroshi soba'', and ``soba dango''. This was a shock to her, who had lived her life depending on the mood of those around her, including her parents. I could feel the store's commitment and confidence from there. The taste was also different from any soba I've ever eaten. Apparently they use filtered spring water that gushes out at the foot of the mountain, and the soba noodles are shiny after being soaked in cold water. When I dipped it in the slightly sweet soup and ate it, the delicate scent of soba spread out, making me smile and feel an indescribable happiness. It's been a long time since food made me feel so happy. I was impressed that even food can move people so much. Before I knew it, I found myself wanting to become a soba chef. Then she decided to retire. Of course, my parents were against it. My mother cried, saying, ``You've always been such a good child, why did you suddenly do something so stupid?'' My father didn't listen and was furious. I am grateful to my parents. However, I no longer wanted to continue living my life as I was told. I expected this to happen. I was already ready to leave the house. I believed that if I became a first-class soba chef, my parents would approve of me. Then let's return the favor. With these thoughts in her heart, she ran out of the house. Two months later, she was in the kitchen of a soba restaurant. This is a soba restaurant that I finally found after being turned down by many restaurants due to my age. Once again, she was refused, but her passion for soba moved her husband's heart. Making soba by a complete amateur. Her efforts were considerable. He devoted himself to soba training, going out on early morning trains and sometimes staying overnight. I got angry and yelled at a lot. I felt like giving up. But I don't want to go back to my old self. That thought stopped her. Three years have passed since then. I don't think I have yet achieved the taste of the soba I had at Togakushi. However, there were moments when he felt recognized by his master. she has a dream When I can recreate the taste of soba I remember, I want to open my own restaurant. If you do that, your parents, who had a quarrel with you, will surely approve. That's what I thought. It seems that he decided to perform this time to raise funds. Today I'm going to switch my rolling pin for a meat stick and I'd like you to do your best.