Fuyuki Canteen

Most Psychic of the Century

Linghuan Xinlong has always felt that Kageyama Shigeo is a child who is easy to satisfy.

Especially when he ate the two takoyaki that Linghuan gave him with a happy mood, Linghuan once again realized the fact that this child is very easy to raise.

As a disciple, Mob is really very worry-free.The ability to eliminate spirituality is very likely to be the best in the world. Even if the hourly salary is only a few hundred yuan, he will not complain. He has a well-behaved and obedient personality. There is no threat at all to social human ghosts.

Apart from listening to the little boy's growing up troubles and giving valuable advice to those who have experienced it, Linghuan felt that he had nothing to give.When he was with his disciples, he could even eat an extra octopus ball for the treat that should have been shared equally, because Mob didn't care about such things at all.

Kageyama Shigeo really didn't seem to care too much.He also smiled at Linghuan.

Once a child with weak emotions smiles, he is a little cute. Even if his facial features are plain, it can be regarded as a blow to the master (conscience) who looks at him every day.

Forcibly ignoring the sudden sense of guilt in his heart, Linghuan swallowed the takoyaki in his mouth forcefully, thinking that I can still leave two of such delicious little balls for Mob, which is simply the ultimate master-student friendship , the rest can't ask for too much!

Fortunately, as if to save him from embarrassment, after Kageyama Shigeo ate up the takoyaki in the box, the blue-haired waiter brought two bowls of udon noodles with white mist.

"Two servings of white curry udon, please take your time."

The waiter, who seemed to be a strange person in Linghuan, put the hot noodle bowl in front of them, without shaking his fingers, with a very bright smile on his handsome face, like the big brother next door who was always fishing on the pier .

With a wave of his hand to dispel the strange metaphors that popped up in his head, Linghuan took out the chopsticks from the chopstick holder, looked down at the noodles in the bowl, and was stunned for a rare moment.

It was a bowl of noodles that fit the name "white curry udon" very well.

In the open noodle bowl, snow-white udon noodles are looming in the thick and muddy snow-white soup, and the roots of the noodles are distinct.Beautifully shaped poached eggs lie on the light yellow noodles, sprinkled with finely grated light-colored cheese and fine needle-shaped dark green spices, and there is a small ball of light yellow mashed potatoes floating in the noodle soup next to it.

A pretty white dish.

Just like the snow, it has a very winter atmosphere, which makes people reluctant to put down their chopsticks.

Linghuan was silent for a few seconds, picked up the chopsticks, and gently pressed on the soft surface of the poached egg, cutting off the part that should be the yolk.

The half-boiled golden yellow egg liquid immediately flows out temptingly, adding a touch of bright color to the snow-white noodle soup.

Pick up the udon.The noodles are much thicker than ramen, and the thick soup hangs on them, which looks very delicious.

Reiman sucked Udon into her mouth.

The moment the noodles touched the tongue, Linghuan's eyes widened suddenly.

Indescribably delicious.The snow-white noodle soup with no visible ingredients contains countless complex flavors. It tastes as pure as snow and as thick as milk, perfectly blending together.

The first thing you taste on your tongue is the sweetness of vegetables.The sweetness of cabbage and radish and the deliciousness of broth are mixed together, and the warmth flows on the tongue, making people feel warm.After that, what stands out is the unique fine and rough texture of mashed potatoes, and the curry taste is lighter than ordinary curry.Bite your teeth, the softness and elasticity of the cooked noodles are fascinating, as if even the depths of the udon are completely infiltrated by the soup, and with the temperature of the thick soup, it slides from the esophagus to the empty stomach , brought unspeakable comfort.

Is this a creamy soup?There seems to be some creamy sweetness.

Ling Huan, a 28-year-old young man who has eaten many types of dishes, pondered for a while while savoring the delicacy just now, and set his next goal on the unremarkable mashed potato balls.

The fragrance and soft taste of potatoes spread in the mouth.

Sure enough, there is a creamy sweetness.

The mild and sweet flavor of the cream is more evident in the mashed potatoes soaked in the noodle soup.

It's delicious.

Linghuan ate this bowl of white curry udon in two or three strokes.

The chef's cooking skills are really amazing.He thought in his heart that none of the restaurants he had eaten in the past 28 years had such good-looking and authentic delicious food. If the boss hadn't set the price so low, he would definitely be able to make a lot of money...

and many more.

Linghuan recalled what he saw and heard when he came to eat supper before, and crossed his hands in his inner world.

Take back the foreword.

You can make a lot of money even with a low price.Ordinary working people like them would never imagine the willfulness of real rich people.

Recalling the scene more than a month ago when the foreign young man covered in snow with tattoos on his face sold a considerable amount of dollars and asked the boss to help him make a "cotton candy cake", Linghuan couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

He looked up at the disciple opposite him.

Kageyama Shigeo hadn't finished eating yet.He has always eaten slowly, not only because of his own personality, but also because he can't control the super power that leaks out, and he will bend spoons and other tableware.

But even if he is in a good state and can control it, the little boy who has not yet graduated from junior high school and is always under the eyes of his parents cannot eat as fast as the unselfish young man who has been in the society for many years and always eats fast to save time.

Linghuan was a little bored while waiting for Yingshan to finish eating, so he propped his face with one hand, and began to covertly look at the surrounding customers from the corner of his eye.

On the surface, Linghuan is a psychic user who has been commissioned, but in fact, apart from Shigeru's help, the nature of his work is close to that of a freelance consultant.He has been wandering in this kind of business for a long time, his ability to perceive words and emotions is first-rate, and he has a strong insight into details (except for aspects related to psychic power that are really invisible).This is also the reason why he, a completely incapable person, has been able to hang around in the psionic business for so long.Because in the final analysis, this job, apart from the part about superpowers, is about the human heart, and Linghuan has outstanding talent and keen sense that can be called a genius in this regard.

Now he is using this talent to observe the customers who also stay late into the night in the store.

That long-haired foreign man, with a thick exhaustion between his brows, looked like a social animal like himself.Moreover, with his aura and his teacher's attire, if one had to guess his occupation, he looked a lot like a university professor.The little girl on the opposite side is very trusting of him. At this age, she seems to be his disciple, right?In the evening, I would stay up with the teacher to prepare the courseware, and even go to the counter to refill coffee for him, so attentive.Oh, this kind of relationship feels a bit like me and Mob... a pair of mentors and apprentices who have a good relationship and trust each other.

Thinking of his relationship with Shigeo, Linghuan turned his attention back to the disciple opposite, and found that he might have to eat slowly for about 5 minutes before he went to see other customers in peace.

As for the two young men at the table next to him, Ling Huan was a little uncertain.

One of them has red hair and is dressed like the lead singer of an underground band or an unemployed person who wanders the streets all year round, while the other has neat, rigorous and indifferent hair, exuding an aura that is as repulsive as a high-ranking official.No matter how you look at it, the two completely opposite types of men seem to have nothing in common except for their age and height. It is really hard to grasp what kind of relationship they are.

Ling Huan squinted at them drinking a glass of wine, chatting occasionally, and there was a bit of tension in the harmonious atmosphere. He felt a little subtle in his heart. He didn't feel like a friend or an enemy. He thought it might be a chance encounter. Have a drink or two together?If there is an analogy, it is very similar to the feeling that the directors of the two departments in the company where Linghuan worked for each other were socializing and drinking together.

Hmm... let's forget about these two.

Ling Huan decisively shifted his gaze away before they found out, and went to another table lined with wine bottles.

... It's even weirder, the atmosphere at this table.

What is this, bad friend?

A young man in a khaki windbreaker with brown and black curly hair is smiling and pouring a bottle of red wine into the goblet of the small orange-haired man opposite him.The orange-haired young man in an expensive black suit seemed drunk, blushing and swearing nonsense like "mackerel", while the brown-black-haired young man smiled and nodded in response Then, while the orange-haired young man was lying on the table in a daze, he opened the bottle of vinegar hidden behind him with one hand and poured it into the drinker's glass.

The corner of Linghuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he quickly looked away, pretending that he hadn't witnessed the crime scene at all.

Ah, there's a brown-haired kid over there about Mob's age.Why are you still outside at this time, and haven't been with the guardian yet.It looks easy to bully, you won't be robbed on the way home at night, don't try to walk in the alley, boy.

……Um?

The one opposite him?

Ling Huan thought he was hallucinating.He rubbed his eyes and looked over again, even forgetting to cover his eyes.

That toy green lizard crawling on the brim of the hat is a child?This is not considered a toddler at all, it can only be said to be about the same height as a baby!Can you stand up and still talk and drink coffee?The imposing manner was super strong, the brown-haired boy was greatly drawn emotionally by his words, sometimes pitiful and sometimes crazy, Linghuan even had a vision of the black air behind the little baby with teeth and claws... What kind of trust relationship is this, It turned out to be the child who took the lead?

Linghuan felt that her world view was shattered.He squinted his eyes and screamed in his heart.

Mob!Come take a look at that, it won't be an evil spirit that has been practiced for many years so that it can be transformed into a physical body——

The child seemed to be aware of Linghuan's gaze, raised the brim of his hat, and glanced at him lightly with his round, dark pupils.

Linghuan suddenly felt cold all over, as if he was being held down by an invisible mountain and couldn't move. Fortunately, his disciple's call freed him in time.

"Master." Shigeo Kageyama put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked at him with the same dark eyes, and said, "I'm done eating. Let's go back."

"Well, good." Linghuan rolled his eyes stiffly, reached out to pick up the suit jacket that was draped over the chair, and handed a tissue to Yingshan, "Let's go then, I'll take you back."

Walking out of the shop, Linghuan was blown by the night wind and his whole body was chilled, and he sneezed involuntarily, only then did he notice that he was in a cold sweat just now.

This sense of oppression can't really be an evil spirit, can it?

Linghuan shivered a bit, and put on a suit jacket, feeling a little more comfortable.

But Mob didn't respond...

The black-haired boy walking beside him sensed Linghuan's gaze, looked back at him a little blankly, and asked innocently:

"Master, what's wrong?"

"……nothing."

Really no response.Then forget it.

Ling Huan thought that he would definitely not go to see those two people when he met those two people again. It is better to see less evil things, otherwise he might be cursed.Although there is a Mob exorcism, but I am not too young, but I can't stand the shock.

"Mob, I have a commission in the suburbs next Saturday..."

Under the dim light of the street lamps, two figures, one tall and one short, drifted away.

The author has something to say:

No Responsibility Small Theater:

Linghuan: It is better to see less evil things.

Reborn·There is really a curse on him·Child of the Rainbow: ...

Linghuan (jumps up): It has a murderous look!

The psychic master who was warned by Reborn because of the broken world view was frightened, and said that he couldn't afford to be hurt.

Do you think Mob has found out?

I found that I seem to especially like to bully people like Linghuan Master and Kaito, so I feel a sense of accomplishment (being beaten

Thank you Moxuan for the cute mines and grenades~ and the nutrient solution for lightly condensed tear makeup~

DC will have some, Qishen we will also have some, we are doing it, we are doing it.JPG

In yesterday's comment, someone asked why Fang Tongxing used the screen name "Suzuki Yuriko". Let me say this in my comment, this is the foreshadowing of the thread in the chat room.There will be new members and new settings of the chat room in the future, so stay tuned.

According to the notice, the next two chapters will be K without exception.