Fuyuki Canteen

A clash of chefs.

Both look great.Not to mention Si Yingshi's milk noodles, Xing Ping Chuangzhen's hot pot beef noodles are also very attractive.

The long and slender beef strips fried into dark brown are covered with shiny oil and dotted with white sesame seeds. They are stacked on a white porcelain plate. People think of the spicy taste it has, and can't help but salivate.

Fortunately, the chefs present are not the type who are afraid of spicy food, and all of them don't change their expressions when facing this dish.

Si Yingshi and Wei Gong picked up a pair of spare chopsticks, picked up a strip of beef and put them into their mouths.

The entrance is the aroma of spicy and rich butter.Because the beef is fried in a frying pan until the surface is blistered, it has a wonderful crispy aroma when chewed between the lips and teeth, and the taste is tough and unstoppable.The stimulating taste permeating the tip of the tongue can stimulate a strong appetite. If you savor it carefully in addition to the strong taste, you can also taste the slightly sweet and refreshing aftertaste of the bottom oil in the strong aroma of sesame.

I see.Is this the mystery of the base oil formula, which makes the taste of the beef strips more layered, rather than blindly spicy.

I have to say that it is quite interesting to use the contrast between the natural taste of celery and radish and the spicy taste of pepper. The salty and sweet taste of white sesame acts as a neutralizing agent to bridge the taste that would have been prominently different, making them become mellow.

Is the purpose of choosing the butter that is often used at the bottom of the pot in Sichuan hotpot also to increase the flavor...

After all, the taste of butter is too thick compared to clear oil, but Soshin-kun has dealt with this shortcoming very well with vegetables. I have to admit that he is a man who has studied in Shinomiya's shop called "Vegetable Magician". ah.

Si Yingshi lowered his eyelashes and smiled, and said:

"Chuangzhen-kun's cooking is still as good as ever."

Emiya on the side savored the dish carefully, then nodded to Xinghei, expressing his approval of the quality of the dish, and he can serve it to customers.

Then the white-haired and brown-skinned chef put down the chopsticks that were stained with red oil, washed and dried his fingers under the faucet, and together with the curious Xingping, picked up the milk fritters on the small plate in front of Si Yingshi.

The spicy aroma of beef on the tip of the tongue has not completely dissipated, and the wonderful and fascinating sweet taste inside the milk powder washes and covers the taste of meat like a wave.Soft but pliable mouthfeel, aroma of milk and butter, slightly sticky to the teeth when biting down, but the thick sweetness of milk powder contains a mysterious and colorful taste like a kaleidoscope.The fluffy and soft fries, the sweetness of raisins, the sourness of cranberries, and the slightly burnt crunchiness of nuts are all wrapped in thick nougat with a slight milky aroma, forming a sweet party that is hard to eat no matter what sweet snacks.

"Not bad." Wei Gong gave a rare compliment, "The fluffiness of the Futiao is well controlled, as well as the ratio of various ingredients. This one can also be given away directly."

"As expected of Senior Si." Xing Ping Chuangzhen chewed the milk powder that he just took out from the plate, he was a little unconvinced but skillfully picked up two plates, walked to the kitchen door and gave them to Cu Chulainn who was waiting outside , "Mr. Emiya seldom praises others."

Well.Culinary endorsement from this chef.

Unexpected very good feeling.

Si Yingshi was in a good mood.It also puts him in a good mood to see Xiao Snack, the generally invincible junior, deflated.

However, he was not flustered by this praise, but after thanking Wei Gong with a calm smile, he calmly ruminated about the process of eating the halberd just now.

The two recipes of milk fu and spicy beef strips are very common recipes, but because the chefs who handled them are him and Soma-kun, they have made some minor changes that are very personal to them.

Now it seems that Chef Wei Gong doesn't care about these things.After confirming that the quality of these two dishes passed the standard, he asked the waiter to send them out. It seems that he is not an old-school chef who likes to criticize newcomers—although he doesn't look like it no matter how he looks.An old-school chef with a lot of self-esteem doesn't run a family restaurant.

However, Si Yingshi has his own views on this chef who spent a short time with him

He has been a high-ranking person for a long time, and his vision of seeing people is quite accurate, especially the chefs and diners who have the most contacts.

Si personally thinks that Emiya's aura resembles that of Xinghei's father, Saiba Seiichiro, a talented chef who is famous all over the world. This may be the reason why Xinghei seems closer to Emiya.

The similarity here does not refer to the appearance of personality or the like, but refers to the kind of traits that are exclusive to chefs.

Such obvious talent in cooking, as well as a broad layout that is not limited to the size of the store, the tolerance and understanding of young chefs are very similar.Just like the most reliable predecessors, the man who walked in the wilderness didn't just leave them with a back.

Of course, it is not certain that this impression will change later.

Si Yingshi and Xing Ping Chuangzhen stood together, handling vegetables side by side, with fast hands, but still thinking about other things.

Then it's about the diners.

Table No. 05, where the milk fritters he just made was going to be delivered to, exuded an unusual and strange atmosphere.

Although Si Yingshi stayed in the kitchen all the time, he also got a glimpse of the wonderful atmosphere in the store.

Desserts are always ordered at table 05, right?The presence of cotton candy is also very strong.

And the guests at that table didn't feel very ordinary.All in all, not an everyday vibe.

When thinking of this, his expression became a little subtle.

Do you always think that foreign youth with white hair and purple eyes and an inverted crown tattoo looks familiar?It seems that he has seen him in some senior's restaurant.It seemed that he was not alone at the time, probably because he looked a little older because of the formal attire, and he brought a lot of bodyguards in strange clothes.

Such a person, dressed like an ordinary college student, sits in this restaurant and shares a table with others for dinner...

Something is not right.

Ask him when you can be alone with Mr. Chuangzhen.Perhaps he will know something about the strange customer group of this store.

Si Yingshi thought.

Unaware that his table has actually attracted the attention of most of the customers and staff in the store to varying degrees, Kaito Kuroba is still wearing the vest of "Doi Tucker Tree" and is anxiously thinking about ways to get out.

At this time, the message tone on his mobile phone rang like a miracle.

Hei Yu hurriedly ended the topics related to Bai Lan and Lin Ye's studies and love, suppressed the joy surging in his heart, and turned on the phone.

Even if Qingzi texted me to scold me or Hongzi sent me a text message to prophesy, I would accept it.

Just give me an excuse to get out of here.I really don't want to get together with this group of bad guys... Although it's embarrassing for Kamijo-kun and Suzuna-senpai to say this, I really want to leave as soon as possible.

As a result, after opening the interface of unread text messages, it was an unexpected sender and content.

It was a string of Morse code with unknown meaning.

Heiyu froze for a moment, and translated it synchronously in his brain during the process of reading with his eyes:

"Kid, what are you doing here?"

The signature is Detective.

Oops.

Kuroba froze with cold sweat all over his face, and then seized the opportunity to glance at the reflection on the glass in front of him.

Edogawa Conan, who specially chose a table not far away, was looking down at the phone screen.

exposed.This face is basically unusable in the future...

Hei Yu wailed in her heart, for her forgetfulness.

Why didn't he remember that the two of them exchanged numbers when they helped the little lady escape from the chase?

At that time, Hei Yu didn't know what kind of mentality he was in, so he directly gave one of his private communication numbers, which was the number he was using now.The little detective had called him when the incident was over.But just once, the detective and the strange thief had to draw a clear line, and there was no private contact after that, which also caused Kuroba to forget about it.

As a result, the fake identity was immediately seen through by Conan.

The action of looking down at the text message at this moment is the biggest evidence.

Coupled with the detective's intuition, it is safe to lose the horse.

But since he lost his horse, he had to make good use of it.

Now the only way is that.

If the other party is a young detective who has cooperated so many times, it should be possible, right?

Hei Yu made an anxious look, and quickly replied a series of Morse codes while ensuring that his mobile phone screen would not be seen by anyone at the same table.

"Help. Don't expose. Need to get out.

——KID. "

Black Feather pressed send, saw Conan's stunned expression after receiving the text message from the corner of his eye, immediately closed the phone cover, raised his voice helplessly and slightly apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry, my cousin called I'm going back to help with my homework. Might be leaving now, okay?"

The originally noisy conversation fell silent for a moment because of Kuroba's speech.

In the end, Orihara Rin also spoke out, breaking the silence.

"Oh, what a pity." The black-haired, red-eyed young man said with a smile, crossing his fingers under his chin, with a good-natured regret on his face, "Since the little herring suddenly has something to do, there's nothing you can do about it. Good luck .”

Great.

Kuroba stood up again and bowed deeply to express his apology. After saying goodbye briefly, he put on his coat and quickly retreated.

When he opened the door, he noticed that Conan behind him had just finished eating the triangle strawberry cake in front of him, said something to Hui Yuanai beside him, and then jumped off his chair to follow.

Kuroba just glanced at it, then walked out the door without looking sideways.

When he turned the corner, he heard the approaching footsteps of the children behind him.

When he reached a suitable alley, Kuroba stopped, looking at the shadow of the boy who appeared at the entrance of the alley where the light came in.

"Kidd, it's you." Although it was an interrogative sentence, the boy used a positive tone, "The person at the same table as you...is it the person you met last time in Singapore?"

Ah, sure enough, this is the question.

But it doesn't hurt to tell the little detective.He often went to that store, and it was inevitable that he would run into those people. It wouldn't work if he was overly curious about them but didn't have a clear understanding of their danger.

The little detective is his favorite critic*, and purely speaking from the point of view of conscience, he doesn't want any accidents to happen to him.

With such thoughts in mind, Kuroba did not evade, but told Conan clearly:

"That's right, that's the man. He calls himself Brandon Jesso, and he's an Italian."

"Italian." Conan seemed a little surprised by his rare frankness, and repeated it in a low voice. When he raised his eyes, the eyes behind the lens were sharp, "Didn't you tell me not to approach that person last time? How did you respond?" thing?"

Ah, sure enough, I was questioned, this point.

In order to inquire about information.no way.Because of the group of guys in the chat room, everything is unknown, but there is a danger that can be seen at a glance, which makes people too disturbed.

"If I have a choice, I don't want to go either." The reason couldn't be clearly stated, so Hei Yu could only blur his words with a wry smile, and gave his advice, "But it's not just Bai Lan, the characters on that table, Except for that hedgehog-headed Kamijou-kun, it's best not to get too close, Conan-kun. Otherwise, you might get involved in troubles that are even more unimaginable than the black organization... You know the true face of this store, right? ,detective?"

Conan remained silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Hei Yu thought he had listened to his own advice seriously, turned around and was about to leave, but a word so light that it would be blown in the wind came from behind:

"...you have to be careful yourself, Kidd."

Kuroba was stunned by the unexpected words of concern, and couldn't help but smile.

He kept walking, turned a corner briskly, and didn't look back at the detective's expression when he rarely cared about his old enemy.

Just let the little boy blushing and embarrassing look remain in the imagination.

The Phantom Thief, who has been washed away for a day in a bad mood, thinks in a good mood.

The author has something to say:

The critic meme comes from Kidd's famous line.Well, it’s the phrase artist and critic, because it’s too famous, so I won’t repeat it here.