Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Dazai walked down the breeze-blossomed corridor in a refreshed outfit.

He had already changed into a brown striped yukata, and at the moment he was wearing a casual tea haori, with his hands in his sleeves, leisurely walked through the open paper sliding door, and walked into the wide room where everyone from the detective agency gathered.

"Dazai."

Oda Sakunosuke was the first to discover him.The red-haired man called out to him, moved a cushion from the side, and said, "Here."

"What's wrong, Odasaku?"

As he said this, he walked slowly and looked around - except for the amcha sauce that he had made an appointment with the hotel kitchen, Kunikida-kun was indeed not there.

Well, if Kunikida-kun was there, the moment he entered the door, it probably wasn't Oda's friendly greeting, but Kunikida-kun's more friendly roar.

This meticulous man is probably still conscientiously carrying out the orders of the president.But he didn't know that the three teenagers entrusted to him had already decided with a high degree of freedom. They were going to try to borrow the kitchen after taking a bath, and wanted to cook something to thank Mr. Fukuzawa who helped them, And the detective agency that took care of it.

Recalling the conversation he heard in the hot spring, the black-haired young man smiled and sat down beside Oda Sakunosuke.

Oda Sakunosuke pushed the things on the table in front of him.

"The people from the hotel just sent it, saying it was used to drive away the cold." He explained.

A round brown teapot was placed on a round mahogany tray.Dazai lifted the lid of the pot curiously, and the strong ginger fragrance mixed with the smell of medicinal materials and the white hot steam rushed to his face, almost making people's noses itch.

He frowned and put the cover back in place.Glancing at the four upside-down clay teacups next to him, the young man curled his lips in an unclear manner.

"So gentle." He whispered.

"what?"

Oda Sakunosuke cast him a questioning look.

He smiled and shook his head, did not answer, just picked up the teapot and poured a little into the cup.

Although it smells quite pungent, it tastes surprisingly good.The bitterness of the medicinal materials and the spiciness of shredded ginger are processed into a mellow and palatable taste. The remaining bit of spiciness seems to ignite a cluster of small flames in the body, and transmit the warmth to the limbs and bones peacefully and steadily.

Although the magic residing in her hands is a puzzle that he will probably never be able to understand, but there is only one thing that is particularly clear to him-this is still her gentle and eclectic style that considers everyone's feelings equally.

"Well, it's not bad though..."

Dazai played with the empty cup, and sighed regretfully: "So you're not angry?"

Ranbu who was sitting across from him glanced at him in the midst of busy researching toys, while Yosano who was reading a fashion magazine next to him raised his head and commented coolly: "What strange things are you thinking about?" Is something wrong, Dazai?"

"Huh? That's not the case~" Dazai responded with an innocent expression.

At the same time, the teenagers who had obtained the chef's permission to enter the kitchen stopped in front of the cooking table where Gancha was, showing a look of surprise.

"Aroma, sweetness, and firmness...these peaches are from Yamagata prefecture—the plate next to it is the Steuben grape from Aomori prefecture, right?"

When Hayama, who has received the consistent education of Yuanyue and has a good understanding of ingredients from all over the world, confirmed to the girl, Soma took out a washed purple-black grape from the plate with a face full of novelty, looked at it for a while, and threw it into his mouth .

"Wow, so sweet!"

The red-haired boy's eyes lit up.

"Well, after all, it's a variety with a sugar content as high as 20."

The girl who tied her sleeves with loops was lowering her head, carefully picking out the slender and tough snow-white crab legs like pine needles into a small bowl, and said with a smile: "Thanks to the lady boss for helping to prepare."

"It is true that they are all good seasonal varieties with a small yield..."

The silver-haired boy's eyes lingered on the cooking table among the dazzling array of ingredients and seasonings, and his expression gradually became numb: "But what are you going to do with them?"

Even for him, it's hard to imagine how to put these things together——

The fresh and tender bamboo shoots of Sifangzhu and the round candelabra, the plump chestnuts and ginkgo, the excellent Nemuro hairy crab and Tottori Matsuba crab, the maple syrup that is as clear as a whole piece of amber, and the bright color like a small piece cut out of a fairy tale album. mushroom……

Ye Shan reflexively looked at the girl. Although she was still concentrating on the work at hand, a mysterious smile gradually appeared on her beautiful side face.

"..."

He didn't dare to think about it, and cautiously shifted his gaze to the pottery-colored casserole on the stove with a low fire: "This is—"

The young man with a keen sense of smell discerned carefully: "The broth made from chicken thigh meat?"

"Yes."

She pointed to the exquisite lacquerware painted with red maple on a black background not far away: "By the way, the last thing I want to do is the bowl."

——To be precise, it is the nabe cuisine that she synthesized what she learned in the fog house and condensed it into a bowl.

"Bowl?"

Although he has guessed, Hayama still feels a little unbelievable: "Did you use so many ingredients with strong smells to make the most light and delicate bowls in kaiseki cuisine?"

"Well, I tried many times, and finally I also took into account the light and delicate flavor."

The girl replied naturally: "Even so——hasn't Mr. Ye Shan already noticed it? I don't intend to do anything good."

She finally got rid of the crab legs and put the transparent glass bowl aside, just in time to see Soma staring at the little mushroom with great interest.

Gan Cha narrowed her eyes, stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Chuangzhen.

"——So, Xinghei-kun, dark cooking is forbidden."

She said happily: "I know what you want to do, but I have planned this matter for a long time, and no one is allowed to compete with me. If you want to pay back to Mr. Dazai, I have other ways."

"Huh?" Chuangzhen raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and looked at her suspiciously.

"Xinghei-kun just needs to do that."

The tone of the girl's kind suggestion was mixed with a bit of slyness, "When Grandma Wenxu entered the dormitory for an experiment, you cooked that dish."

So, one hour later, at dinner time, the waiter at the hotel presented the young people's masterpiece to everyone sitting around the table.

In the small plate of Shigaraki with red dots on the white background, there are tender and juicy steaks cut into small squares.

The pink cut surface shines with a very beautiful luster, and the unique freshness and sweetness of fish are in the air. When you touch it with chopsticks, the texture will almost overflow with gravy, which looks very attractive.

"Originally this one should be burnt."

The waiter explained: "But all the guests have carefully prepared this——"

"——Autumn Selection Special Mackerel Burger Meat!"

Chuangzhen showed a cheerful smile: "Please use it slowly!"

"..."

Dazai, who raised his chopsticks with a happy expression, suddenly paused.

He looked at the girl across the way without a word, and saw her take a sip with a calm expression, and then explained the key to it for everyone who didn't understand:

"Replacing the grilled food in kaiseki cuisine with hamburger meat of popular cuisine, mixing plums with a refreshing taste in the smashed fish, and using balsamic vinegar in the sauce to balance the taste-this must be Kohei-kun's pioneering."

"Hey, that's right!"

"After frying, it can still retain the unique cherry blossom color of Matsuwa mackerel and the golden luster of the body surface-this kind of delicate treatment of the fish should be the credit of Kurokiba-kun?"

"Hmph, of course!"

"And, it perfectly removes the fishy smell, makes full use of the rich fat brought by the season, and assists in the emulsification of spices. No one except Ye Shanjun can achieve such a powerful and complex aroma."

"a piece of cake."

"It brings together the strengths of the three of you, so, this dish is called the autumn selection special."

She concluded with a smile.

Hearing her words, Fukuzawa nodded his thanks: "You guys are interested."

And even Odasaku cast a sorry look at himself, and picked up the food on the plate-wait, why should he feel sorry, he is not a real mackerel!

Thinking of this, Dazai angrily took a bite of the hamburger meat on the chopsticks.

The crispness of the shell and plums, the tenderness of the fish, two different tastes are intertwined, like the ups and downs of the tide, and he seems to have turned into a tail swimming in the sea——

Dazai put down his chopsticks expressionlessly.

The general situation is gone, he covered his cheek, looked at the girl opposite, and said resentfully.

"Gancha sauce, it's too much."

"Isn't that what you were expecting?"

Ranbu happily swallowed the hamburger meat in one gulp, and said in an indistinct voice: "Just now."

"Huh? I didn't mean that." Dazai pouted.

"Please don't get me wrong, Dazai-san."

The girl turned her head and said with a smile: "I didn't intervene, I just provided an idea."

"My dish has not been served yet."