Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Nakaya fidgeted and glanced in the direction of the kitchen.However, as far as he could see, there was only a wooden screen painted with curly grass patterns.

5 minutes ago, a silver-haired man with a knife, exuding a murderous aura that could kill a lion with his bare hands, walked quickly from the entrance, glanced at the living room, stood up in spite of his guard, and said hastily, "Excuse me." "He went straight there.

He looked at the black-haired young man who was walking randomly and eating potato chips with his legs crossed, and nodded to him leisurely: "It's the president."

There is also some ecstasy.He thought of the answer given to him by Chief Mori three years ago when he experienced the betrayal of the "sheep" companion and just joined the port mafia.

——The leader refers to the person who stands at the apex of the organization and is also the slave of the entire organization.

But only on this side, Zhong also noticed that the man who just walked past was a leader completely different from their leader.He is not a slave to the organization who abandoned everything just to protect the organization, but belongs to the same category as him—the kind of person who values ​​​​love and loyalty for his partners regardless of gains and losses.

The leader of the "sheep" who walked on this road in the past, Chuya Zhongyuan, has completely failed; and "sheep", when it still existed, was not valued as an organization.But this man was able to build an organization that even the leader valued.

He has already agreed with the leader's path and doesn't seek answers other than that, but he still wants to know what is in Fukuzawa that he doesn't have - it can't just be because of the difference in age and experience, right?

But then again, isn't he too thoughtless?Meeting with the head of another organization all of a sudden or something... Since the last time he did that, he's been hooked into the Port Mafia.This time... nothing bad will happen, right?

Zhong also thought hesitantly.But he didn't realize that he had inadvertently put Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Ogai in the same position—and before today, he had never even heard of the name Armed Detective Agency.

Luanbu next to him let out a muffled laugh.

A girl's laughter came faintly from the kitchen.After a while, the silver-haired man slowly returned to the living room and sat down opposite Zai Zhongya.

I don't know what they said just now, but at this time, the dangerous aura that was like a storm and that Lingzhong also instinctively felt vigilant has completely disappeared.

Zhong also heaved a sigh of relief, but under the gaze of those green eyes like a deep forest, he felt a little nervous for no reason.

What, what are you doing? This is a little too serious, right?

The animation was still playing on the TV, but the childish background sound did not ease the atmosphere at the moment.As long as this man sits here, one can't help but restrain his mind and face him with dignity.Even that Edogawa Ranpo doesn't eat potato chips anymore——

...oh, he's eating cake, no wonder the clicking sound is gone.

——No, how could he still eat as if nothing had happened at this time?

The blue veins on the forehead of Nakaya twitched twice, feeling a little irritated for no reason.

"Thank you for saving her."

But Fukuzawa obviously didn't care about Ranpo's faux pas, and opened his mouth calmly.

"That child was in my care. It was my fault that she was put in a dangerous situation without my awareness."

His voice was as steady and firm as the earth.The man with a cold face put his hands on his knees and bent down to salute him.

"Thanks to you, Mr. Zhongyuan, no irreparable tragedy happened today. You are the benefactor of the entire Armed Detective Agency and me personally."

He treated mafia members under the same age with the utmost equality by referring to each other by their last names.

Zhong was also tongue-tied.

Under the man's mountain-like aura, he couldn't say anything.And the other party's substantial gaze seemed to split open the dark shell like a sword, revealing even the original soul.

"Actually,"

After a while, Chuya replied with a dry voice, "This is not an action of my own will. The leader instructed me to rescue,"

Facing this kind of person, according to the calculation of the leader, it may be possible to count favors on the head of the organization, but it is impossible to be a Dazai.But neither his own conscience nor his loyalty as a quasi-cadre of the mafia allowed him to accept such a heavy thank you.

"...Moreover, it was she who said something herself in the end, and those people retreated."

also said so.

Fukuzawa nodded: "She has explained all those things to me. But if you hadn't appeared in time, the leader of Mimic would have shot her."

"If it weren't for you to deter the enemy, she would not have the possibility of negotiating with the other party. Thank you anyway, Mr. Zhongyuan."

"And what you said was the instruction from the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong—"

The silver-haired man's eyebrows furrowed deeply.He paused, exchanged glances with Ranpo, and finally said: "I will talk to Dr. Sen personally about this later."

In the last few words, Chuya even heard the sound of clanging swords and halberds - did you hear it wrong?It doesn't make sense to feel bad for the leader who sent the rescue now?

However, he noticed the address of the other party, and asked a little curiously: "Do you know the leader?"

"Yeah. There was a little intersection." Fuze took a sip of tea with a calm expression.

Judging from the man's expression, it doesn't seem to be a happy past.

Chuya: ...Boss, don't you have a grudge against the other party.

Before he could decide whether to continue asking, Fuze's mobile phone rang suddenly.

Ranbu, who occupied a single sofa, was originally leaning his head on the soft backrest, idly facing the pale yellow ceiling, but at this moment, his ears moved, and he slowly stretched his body back. His green eyes Looking to Fuze.

That's Fukuzawa's work phone.He glanced at the caller ID, and there was a bit of surprise in his brows and eyes, and then he also showed apology to Zhong.

Nakaya gave him a look of innocence, Fukuzawa nodded, and went outside to answer the phone.

And Luanbu on the side looked at Fuzawa's leaving back, and suddenly frowned, obviously very unhappy, and also very confused.

"Huh—? Where did the president go?"

Suddenly a small furry head protruded from the edge of the screen.The girl held the handle of the trolley and blinked her big purple eyes suspiciously, "I'm here to ask you to eat. Dinner is ready, shall we come to the restaurant?"

Push, cart?

Zhong also almost doubted his own eyes.

"It's the bald man's call." Ranbu jumped up from the sofa, and replied as he walked towards the girl.

"...Ah." Gan Cha immediately frowned, "They're going to leave the work to others again."

"Absolutely not."

The two looked at each other and said in unison.

However, Luanbu's complexion suddenly became very bad.He opened his emerald green eyes, and glanced at Chuya who was looking at them in a daze: "Ah, isn't this just what that guy wants?"

Gan Cha was silent for a second, and said: "There is no way to do this. His plans are not small."

Luanbu was a little reconciled.Immediately afterwards, he touched the girl with his elbow again as if worried: "Then, Curry?"

"...I really, still can't ignore it."

The girl looked back at him firmly.

Ranbu frowned.

"We need to discuss it," he finally said.

At this moment, the green eyes of the young man shone with a particularly cold and rational light.No one would have imagined that he was playing marbles half an hour ago with someone like this.

"…………"

Chuya: "What kind of play are you guys playing? Please give me a narration."

The two paused, turned their heads together, and smiled at him with crooked eyebrows: "Secret."

"..."

Nakaya clenched his fists with a dark face as he sensed something sinister like his partner Dazai.He glanced at the two of them in turn with suspicious eyes, but he couldn't find anything unusual from the two pure smiling faces, so he could only snort unhappily in the end.

"I don't tell you I know." Zhong said angrily, "Do you want to meddle in your own business again?"

"Eh? Me?"

Looking at Chuya who was talking to her, Gancha opened her eyes wide and pointed at the tip of her nose.

"Then who else?" Zhongya asked back, "I said, don't cause trouble if you are so weak. You won't have that kind of luck next time. Do you like being held to the head with a gun?"

After saying this, Chuya said in a low voice with a feeling that even he didn't understand: "Really, that uncle pampered you too much."

Hearing such words, Gan Cha looked at Zhong Ye with surprised eyes.

"What, what?!"

Zhong also felt very uncomfortable when she saw it, and stared back with a bluff.

"Don't do it."

Gan Cha said with a smile, "I'm thinking, is Mr. Hat caring about me, or the president—"

"Who cares about your affairs!!" Chuya roared angrily.

The detective put his hands behind his head, followed Gancha who was pushing a small trolley, and walked leisurely into the restaurant.

The girl hummed happily, and put the dishes on the three-tiered trolley on the white oak dining table one by one. Zhongye, who was still a little fuzzy at first, watched her movements, and his expression gradually froze.

"..."

He glanced out the window in a daze.

Outside the window, there is only the gradually deepening night. A campanula tree in the courtyard is dyed deep purple by the night, swaying slightly in the wind.

"What's the matter?" The girl who had set the plate put her hands behind her back and looked back at him.

The short smoky purple hair swayed softly with her movements, as if exuding a faint fragrance.

"...I'm checking to see if the food truck has left."

Nakaya turned his eyes away from the flowing purple and muttered an answer.

At first, when the girl said that she wanted to cook to thank him, even if she emphasized that she was good at cooking, Zhong just spoke as a little girl with overconfidence.Probably the level of ordinary people who are good at cooking - he thought at the time.

But after all, he was born in Leibo Street. Even if the economic conditions improve and he pursues the quality of life, he is not the kind of delicate person, so he agreed without hesitation.

But the dishes in front of me now...

Even in his eyes, who is used to star food, it is shockingly gorgeous.The complex and alluring aromas are combined into an extremely harmonious flavor, and the color matching and plate presentation are pleasing to the eye, so the whole table is almost shining.

However, can a table of dishes with such a high degree of completion really be prepared within this amount of time?

"oops."

Gan Cha caressed his face and smiled, "I'm really embarrassed to praise you so much. I didn't prepare in advance, and the materials I have at home are the only things I can make. I hope it can suit your taste."

Since high-end cuisine usually does not allow people to see the ingredients at a glance, Gancha also introduced the dishes to Zhong, who tasted these dishes for the first time, so that he can use them according to his own preferences.

As far as the process is concerned, it is French cuisine, but in order to show safety, the French meal sharing system is not used, and the cooking techniques also combine Italian, Spanish, Japanese, Arabic and other styles, which can be said to be all-inclusive——

As a cold appetizer, diced beef salad with candel and lime pickled vegetables; four main courses, pan-fried lamb with basil harissa, Gnocchi with apricot caviar gravy, rice with mussels and pumpkin, and grilled fish with fig sauce.

Two soups, taro mushroom-flavored white miso soup, and Ligurian-flavored Zuppadipesce, as well as two table wines—while Fukuzawa was away, Zhong, who was under the legal drinking age, also ordered sweet tea to pour him Plum wine, on the contrary, is that Ranbu, who is old enough, said that he wants to drink soda.

After finishing these, Gan Cha went out and called Fu Ze back.After talking on the phone for too long, I couldn't help but worry about whether he had agreed to the other party's commission.

Although on weekdays, as long as it is the president's wish, they will try their best to complete it.However, the situation is different this time, and the bald chief cannot be allowed to sell miserably to the president.

And Ranbu took the opportunity to hold Chuya back, with a very serious look on his face.

"Mr. Cool Hat."

He warned: "If you see something strange later, it's a normal phenomenon, it's not poisoning or attack - don't overturn the table, she will be sad if you waste food."

Zhong Ye: "?"

What kind of warning is this?

After dinner, Nakaya carried the five-layer food box stuffed into his hands in a daze, glanced wistfully at the plum wine brewed by the girl on the table, manipulated his own gravity, and flew into the night.

He felt that he was still a little awake.And the feeling of flying in the air seems quite similar to before.

As the girl said, those ingredients are not very cherished, but the quality is very good.However, every dish, when you eat it, you can only feel the delicious experience that almost blanks your brain, and you have no time to think about other things.

Everything in the world is gone.Zhong also felt that his soul seemed to have got rid of all the shackles, and flew leisurely up to the clouds, from where he could look down on everything on this planet.The mountains and rivers change between pitches, and the four seasons seem to flow through the starlight at the fingertips.

The moist air between the clouds gently caressed the face, a certain vast melody rang in the ear, every beat seemed to be beating on his own heart, and even the spinal cord was trembling——

He almost thought he had been attacked, but fortunately, the remaining rationality and regret in his heart reminded him of the reminder of chaotic steps, and he barely stopped the action of manipulating gravity to blow the entire table away.

However, something like "cooking artistic conception" is a bit too outrageous, right?

You still say "just get used to it". Is this kind of thing a normal person can get used to?

In any case, he soon returned to Hong Kong and Hei, and walked into the chief's office through a secret passage.

Mori Ogai was already waiting for him here.He sat behind the big desk, crossed his fingers against his chin, and asked in a deep voice: "It's a bit late to come back. How are you, Chuya-kun?"

"It was delicious."

Zhong also said in a trance.

"??"

Mori Ogai was terrified.

Wait, what is delicious?

He remembered that the task he gave Chuya was to rescue Fukuzawa Yukichi's adopted daughter—what did Chuya do to that girl?

His Highness Fukuzawa won't wait to raise a knife to kill SIPG Hei Mansion, right?

... No, he didn't want to see old friends in this way.

...However, if you come back now, Chuya is really...excellent in every way.

And, if he remembered correctly, the girl seemed to be 14 years old, right?Zhongye's taste is also quite true to him, and he deserves to be his proud subordinate.

The adult with a dirty heart thought so, and felt a sense of comfort from the bottom of his heart as an old father.

...But if this is the case, His Highness Fukuzawa will probably return to his old job, and come here to assassinate him tonight.

Mori Ogai looked at Chuya with creepy eyes, and then noticed a huge box in the boy's hand that he had never seen before.

"Mr. Zhongye," he asked, "what are you holding?"

Alice, who was drawing beside her, put down her crayons and looked at Chuya curiously.

Zhong also coughed, recovered from the state of being still in a daze, and realized what he had said, and hid the box behind his back very uncomfortably: "The mission is going well, leader. The other party invited me to eat together." Dinner... this, this is a gift from them."

When asked which dish he liked the most, the grilled fish that Zhong Ye chose, which he thought seemed to contain all the flavors of autumn, happened to be the only original dish on the table, the girl herself, and the rest were her teacher, The recipe taught to her by Ichiro Pashiro, the legendary strongest chef.

Therefore, the girl who was inadvertently complimented was extremely excited (under Ranpo's mournful gaze) emptied the snacks stock in the refrigerator, filled it with a huge food box, and forced it to him as a thank you gift.

"Oh?"

Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows.

Alice has jumped over happily and snatched the food box from it.Since this is the leader's ability, Zhongya didn't resist, but hesitantly stopped him: "Miss Alice, this hasn't been checked yet..."

"It doesn't matter, since it was brought back by Chuya-kun." Mori Ogai said gently.

Zhong Ye's heart was shocked, and he knelt down on one knee immediately, pleading guilty: "I'm sorry, leader, I shouldn't bring things from outside to you—"

"Ah, I don't mean to blame Chuya-kun. Chuya-kun has already experienced the safety of these things in His Highness Fukuzawa's house, hasn't he?"

Sen laughed.

Alice over there has already opened the food box, took out the five-layer boxes one by one, and placed them on the small coffee table by the window.

——The room is filled with light.

A variety of desserts, from French sea urchin bread and red velvet cake, to Japanese hazelnut scones and matcha Bavaria, to colorful coral shortbread, and even conch-shaped handmade chocolate on the bottom layer.

Looking at the table full of pastries that could almost be called works of art, Mori smiled ambiguously with an expression that could not understand the true meaning: "Mr. Chuya, they really like it very much."

— just as he expected.

The beautiful blond girl let out a "wow" excitedly, raised the fork she got from nowhere, dug into the lemon iced cake, and happily put it in her mouth.

Suddenly, Chuya instinctively felt something was wrong.

"Well--!"

The girl let out an imaginative groan, and then with a bang, the little crimson dress on her body exploded.

"........."

The room fell into dead silence.

"Wow ah ah ah-!!"

Chuya jumped up, dumbfounded and flushed, and turned around.

And Sen's voice became trembling: "Love, Alice sauce..."

Alice, who was still immersed in the delicious desserts, heard their voices, opened her eyes unhappily, and was about to accuse them of disturbing her enjoyment of the delicious food, when she suddenly found that she had nothing on her body, only her long blond hair hanging down, reluctantly Some places are covered.

"Ah ah--!!"

After a period of turmoil, Alice opened the door next to her and ran away angrily. Before leaving, she still took her favorite dessert with her, probably because she wanted to enjoy it in a place where no one saw her.Mori glanced at the direction she ran away with regretful eyes, and then turned to Chuya.

"Then, Chuya-kun."

Sen chuckled, "Please explain to me what happened today in detail."

Zhong Ye nodded and began to report the status of the mission to the leader.

At the same time, in another towering black building that almost blends into the night, in an office at the top, a boy in a black coat with a bandage on his head puts the documents into the file bag , There was a bit of thought in the iris eyes.

"...That's it."

Dazai stroked the brown kraft paper bag, and looked at the pale-faced subordinate standing in front of the desk: "Did you only get these things after searching all day?"

"This girl is very popular among the police. So my subordinates contacted the people we installed inside the city police."

The subordinate wearing sunglasses trembled tremblingly, and even his voice trembled a little: "This is the information he retrieved and sent back.... Is there anything wrong, Mr. Dazai?"

"Among my subordinates, there is really no one available."

Dazai closed his eyes, sighed and said, "This is a protected supernatural being. You should know this from the first time you see this document, which is no different from a blank piece of paper."

"What do I want her height and weight for? What you should tell me is her supernatural power. I didn't expect you to sneak into the supernatural secret service, but since there are informants among the police, she should solve the incident." The details are also called out. Even if you go to the underground intelligence dealer to buy information—”

Under Dazai's icy gaze, the subordinate's forehead was gradually covered with sweat.He racked his brains and finally thought of something.

"Subordinate, I also heard something here!"

He said in an urgent tone: "The person who sent the news to me said that the girl also went to the city police headquarters this afternoon—she was going, she was going to check the past files!"

Dazai raised his eyebrows slightly.

"look."

He said softly: "People who only know how to fight and kill, even if they come to you with useful news, you will kick them into the ditch without hesitation."

"As for me, I'm going out now to find someone to talk about the old days."

Dazai got up and walked towards the door, his black coat was lifted up with his movements, and stayed in the air for a moment.

When passing by his subordinates, Dazai stopped and said:

"I hope you can tell me exactly what the girl is looking for—before I finish talking to people."