Forced to become a black young master in Hong Kong, I just want to win the Nobel Prize

Mochizuki sincerely expressed her gratitude to the driver who took her to the center of Yokohama when she got in the car, but when she got out of the car, she ruthlessly refused the driver's company and asked him to go home directly.

The luxury car with low-key color but not low-key style started silently and drove away from behind Mochizuki.

Mochizuki entered the central street with endless streams of people without taking a few steps.

Although the enthusiasm surged out of the house and came to the center of the city, Mochizuki still has no idea of ​​where to go.

Mochizuki inspected the surrounding environment, focusing on the plaque in the store.

Ice cream shop, no; pastry shop, pass; milk tea shop, no interest...

Behold, behold, behold—

After looking around, Mochizuki's eyes fixed on a certain place on the corner of the street - a snack bar selling Kanto cooking, the decision is you!

Just when Mochizuki was about to open the door to enter the snack bar, there happened to be customers walking out of the store, so the two who were walking towards each other almost ran into each other.

The reason why it was so close was that Mochizuki, who was outside the store, took a step to the right calmly to avoid the person who came, but what was surprising was that the person inside the door seemed to have expected what was about to happen. He avoided the other side without any danger, so the two people who were supposed to be facing each other turned into a parallel posture under a kind of miraculous tacit understanding.

The moment the store door was opened, the eyes of the two people collided when their figures crossed.

Mochizuki blinked, "It's Mr. Oda."

"Huh? It's Mochizuki." The young man with a packaged food box greeted him calmly, "It's been a long time."

"I didn't expect to meet Oda-san in Yokohama. What a coincidence!" Mochizuki recalled what happened when she met Chuya in Yokohama. In this city, she met two people she thought she might never meet again. What an amazing city!

Maybe we should add Akashi-kun, a middle school classmate whom we haven't seen for a long time?

Well, in short, there are double surprises here, which means double happiness!

Although I don’t know how Oda-san sees her, Dazai Mochizuki has already unilaterally regarded Oda-san as a confidant and friend. This is nothing else, because Oda-san is a rare person among Japanese Spicy lovers!

God knows how unaccustomed she is to eating Japanese food when she is used to spicy and salty food in China!

It’s okay to say salty, especially spicy!The popularity of spicy food in Japan is ridiculously low!

Japanese food is not to mention that when I cook with my parents, I put a chili to enhance the flavor. Since I left my parents, she is so touched that she is about to cry when she eats some pure chili. degree.

Mochizuki doesn't have any opinion on the eating habits of Japanese people, but she does prefer more mouth-oriented dishes.

Just when Mochizuki was so bored that he bought chili sauce overseas from the next country as a snack, Mochizuki didn't expect to meet Oda Sakunosuke in this land of Japan—his appearance was like a ghost in the night before dawn The morning star is average!

She actually has friends who can share spicy dishes with each other!

In particular, Mr. Oda looks mature and reliable. Even an "old Tokyo native" like her finds the alley restaurants he recommends to be very beneficial!

confidant!friend!Taste savior!Guide of the soul!

Although Mr. Oda has only appeared in Tokyo for a month, she has unilaterally confirmed the deep friendship between her and Mr. Oda!

Realizing that the entrance of the store was not a good place to chat, the two strategically moved into the snack bar tacitly.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Oda couldn't be contacted all of a sudden. Did something happen?" Mochizuki sat on the seat and shook his legs, "I didn't know when Mr. Oda left Tokyo. Sending you off."

"Ah, I'm sorry about this. I dropped my mobile phone into the sea at work and lost the SIM card. I tried a lot of ways but couldn't find your contact information." Oda Sakunosuke said, "As for sending me ——Mochizuki, you are too polite."

"It's not polite," Mochizuki shook his index finger, "The Chinese chili sauce and Sichuan's secret spicy curry that I ordered just arrived, I want to share some with my fellow spicy taste Mr. Oda." Dazai Mochizuki mouth, revealing a few traces of treacherous laughter between the fingers, "——hehe, let you also experience the supreme enjoyment of Sichuan pepper, and from then on you will feel that Japanese spicy curry can no longer satisfy you Already!"

Mochizuki also knows Mr. Oda's preferences very well. Although he likes spicy food, his favorite is really spicy curry, especially the extra spicy curry!

The extra spicy in Sichuan cuisine is absolutely spicy in the physiological sense.I remember that when she was still in junior high school in China, a classmate went to Sichuan to experience the local food during the holidays. She said the snacks there were delicious, as if they were in heaven, but she couldn’t eat so much spicy food, and she became constipated. They refused to stop talking, and it is said that they ended up with anal fissures.

——Well, Mr. Oda's body shouldn't be such a tragedy, haha.

Oda Sakunosuke, who didn't know what Dazai Mochizuki was thinking, looked at her calmly.

"It's a pity that I missed your sharing, but I don't know why, I felt a vague sense of relief just now, as if I avoided some danger." Oda Sakunosuke thought for a while, and then said, "Well, I used to It’s eating curry rice outside, maybe if you eat spicy curry at home, it may be eaten by the children at home, they really don’t like spicy food.”

He sighed: "Even if they were the ones who stole the food, I still have to coax them if they cry."

Dazai Mochizuki: "..."

Is this the perceived crisis?

As expected of Mr. Oda, what a wonderful person.

The two who met again exchanged contact information and made an appointment to recommend spicy dishes to each other.

Mr. Oda left with the snacks to bring to the children at home.

Mochizuki sat in the store and looked at the menu, and finally ordered a set meal recommended by the store.

While eating oden, Mochizuki suddenly felt someone hit his back, and the soup almost spilled on his clothes.

"Ah, I'm sorry miss, I didn't mean it." The guy who bumped into people quickly apologized, and Mochizuki didn't want to pursue anything. Accidents may happen where people come and go.

However, before Mochizuki said "it's okay", the woman who bumped into someone suddenly pointed to the ground behind Mochizuki and said, "Miss, is this your wallet? It fell to the ground, did I knock it off? I'm really sorry." While talking, he knelt down and made a gesture to pick it up.

"This is not my wallet."

"Ah, isn't this my wallet!"

Mochizuki's retort overlapped with the voice of a middle-aged man in the distance.

The middle-aged man looked like an ordinary blue-collar worker, and his appearance looked honest and honest. After he shouted that sentence, he walked behind Mochizuki in two steps and picked up his wallet.

He hurriedly checked the contents of the wallet and said in surprise: "Oh, the cash in my wallet is gone! That's the living expenses for our family this month! What should I do now!"

The huge blow suffered by the owner was almost all written on his face, and the onlookers saw his not-so-rich clothes and heard what he said, and they immediately felt sympathetic.

This looks like a middle-aged man struggling to support his family by manual labor for a meager salary, working hard but barely making ends meet.

Life was already very difficult, but unexpected disasters happened again, so this poor family was almost wiped out.

Soon a well-meaning person came over and said, "Have you lost all your living expenses? If life is difficult, I have some scattered cash here, and you can accept it."

The middle-aged man who lost money looked at the kind-hearted people passing by gratefully while mourning: "You are really a good person, but although I am poor, I still earn my living by my own hands and feet. I cannot accept your charity. Although I I have suffered such a disaster, but..." He choked up and said with difficulty, "But... I just need to do more work."

Although the kind-hearted man didn't force him any more, it was clear from his touched face that he liked the middle-aged man even more.

The owner was about to leave with a look of despair, but the middle-aged woman who bumped into Mochizuki and found the wallet stretched out her hand to stop him.

"Wait a minute, sir, your money can't just disappear. You should think about why your wallet is here."

The middle-aged man asked blankly: "Why? If you know why you appeared so far away from me, please tell me." He seemed to understand what the woman said, so he said indignantly, " Please tell me who stole my money, and I must teach that guy a lesson."

She glanced at Dazai Mochizuki who was sitting at the table eating oden.

"Your wallet hasn't had time to get out of this store, which means that the people present are very suspicious." Her eyes shot into the eyes of Mochizuki who raised her head like a sword, "Although there are many people in this store, but sitting in The only people in this place are you, Miss!"

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感谢在2020-05-0613:00:00~2020-05-1313:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Baji's plums;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!