Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Bowls, as soups that emphasize delicate flavors, are sealed in a small space by the lid of the bowl because of the aroma. As long as the lid is lifted, the aroma that overflows at that moment can be used to judge whether the cooking is good or bad.

"Since Gancha Jiang said it, whether I want to eat it or not is up to me—"

In the quiet and indoor room, only Dazai and Gancha sat opposite each other across the square table.

"——I won't show mercy."

Dazai warned in advance.

The girl kneeling opposite was startled, then smiled softly.

"Mr. Dazai, you are so gentle."

She said that if Kunikida, or the three teenagers who left just now, would jump up and accuse "Is there something wrong with you?" Then she raised her chin slightly and urged firmly: "Let's get started."

——So confident?

Dazai smiled noncommittally, and lifted the lid of the bowl with his hand.

The steaming hot steam rushes towards the face with an extremely pure and refreshing aroma.And the gorgeous phantom also descended suddenly with an irresistible gesture.

The mirror-smooth surface of the water spreads out in front of your eyes.The world fell into a black and blue silence, two rounds of bright moon exuding cool brilliance faced each other far away, and there was a faint hazy white mist between them.

In the distant and invisible clouds, someone pressed the strings of the Japanese koto with slender fingers.

Accompanied by the sound of a string, the mirror-like illusion suddenly shattered; but at that moment, he seemed to see a certain unfathomable road suddenly opened under the waves——

The fingers pinching the lid of the bowl paused, Dazai's expression went blank for a moment, he put the lid aside, and then raised his head.

"Eh? If I'm not mistaken, that's Huang Quan, is it Huang Quan?"

The handsome face under the black hair was filled with eager excitement: "So Gancha Jiang agrees with me, right? As long as I find a good enough river, I can achieve my wish—"

The girl's smile seemed to carry a bit of lingering black air.

But she still spoke softly and said softly: "If Mr. Dazai thinks there is no problem, please continue."

If you can still say such things in the future, I will lose——she answered secretly in her heart.

After the heat dissipated, the whole picture of the cuisine was finally revealed.

In the center of the clear and transparent broth lies Yuxue’s lovely pure white bowl, green fresh bamboo shoots, red mushrooms, and a little bright yellow crab paste on it—the color matching is so pleasing to the eye, the whole serving The food is like a delicate piece of mother-of-pearl that is inlaid in the lacquerware used as a container, shining with a delicate shell.

Is this really dark food?

Even though he had already been told the truth, Dazai couldn't help but have such thoughts in his heart.

But curiosity didn't give him much time to think.According to the girl's request, he picked up the silver spoon placed aside, cut it vertically from top to bottom, and put it into his mouth together with some clear soup.

"..."

The spoon fell into the soup with a plop, and the young man's iris-colored eyes lost their luster.

The unconscious Dazai fell forward, just in time to be supported by the girl's waiting hands.

—Have fun, Dazai-san.

Feeling the warm cheek of the young man in the palm of his hand, as well as the soft touch of the few strands of hair pressed in the middle, Gancha raised the corners of his lips.

After lifting him up, the girl couldn't help but stretched out her hand quietly, pinching the young man's fluffy and soft black hair.

At this moment, Dazai was walking on the road that divided the lake with his mouth open.

"Wow, that's too much."

He muttered unhappily: "It's really unpalatable, too unpalatable."

Even coming to Huangquan Biliangsaka was hard to make him happy.

The young man looked around the dark surroundings.Is this the cooking mood she mentioned before, or——

"Am I being eaten to death?"

He said to himself, and then thought rather playfully—if that's the case, wouldn't she cry?

On the dark path, there is a light purple smoke like gauze mist, which dyes the lonely and boring road with romantic colors.

Dazai smiled lightly, and stretched out his bandaged right hand.And the elusive lavender mist was like running water, gently flowing through his fingers, and then surrounded him for a long time.

Maybe it's because I don't know the truth.At this moment, walking on this long-awaited road, he is still thinking about it—if this is the effect of cooking, then who controls the scene he sees?

Just as he was wandering in the sky, a snow-white boulder appeared at the end of the road not far away.

"Oh, is this the entrance to the kingdom of the underworld, the thousand guiding stone?"

Dazai looked at the soft stone in front of him with a strange expression: "It looks like a bowl seed."

As long as I think of these two words, the weird sweetness and excessive umami taste seem to be rampant in my mouth.

Dazai puffed his face, hesitated for a while, and then dug down the boulder in front of him with the big spoon that suddenly appeared in his hand.

"..."

The legendary boulder that separates the world from the underworld was easily broken open just like that.The torrent of crab roe, minced chicken, and fruit chips gushing out of it rushed him into the kingdom of hell.

All the way through the peach and bamboo forests planted by Izanagi God for self-defense, until the golden waves finally disappeared at the foot of the mountain full of grapes.

The black-haired young man patted the bathrobe without leaving any traces unhappily, and was about to turn around and leave when he heard an ethereal female voice behind him, asking faintly:

"Two-legged, eight-legged, roaming freely, with two eyes facing the sky—what is it?"

He looked back with interest.

——Is this because I ran into Kanibouzhu?

It is said that when monks stay in strange temples at night, they will meet people of unknown origin and ask themselves such questions.At this point, just answer——

"It's a crab." Dazai said.

——The master of Kanibo will show his true form.

Under the grape arbor, a slender woman came out and thanked him pitifully:

"Thank you for saving me from the curse, my lord." The woman in the blue kimono said, "Let me be your guide?"

After staring for a while, Dazai finally confirmed that the woman in front of him was the legendary Kamibozu who was male, so he smiled:

"No need."

The young man mercilessly said words that were the complete opposite of his gentle tone and smile.

"I shouldn't have refused, whether it was a lady or a crab."

He said with regret: "But, who made the crab so unpalatable in Gancha sauce. Evil——"

Dazai showed a disgusted expression.

The beautiful female Kanibozu was struck by lightning.

The dome of the sky is like a sea of ​​blood pouring backwards, and the broken moon continuously drops stardust from the crack, flowing along the waves of the Santu River to the distance.

Dazai walked briskly on the bank of the river, while Kanibouzhu was not far behind with a mournful expression.

There are no flowers of the underworld here, only the endless maple leaves swaying in the wind, and the fiery red ground is connected with the sky.

He was admiring this strange and beautiful scene when suddenly someone grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"I'm Duoyi Po."

The white-haired, skinny old man looked at him threateningly: "Quick, give me your clothes!"

Dazai raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah."

The black-haired young man smiled faintly and said in a low voice, "Do you want to hang my clothes on a tree and judge sins by weight?"

At that moment, there was an indescribable distance and emptiness in his eyes.

"Then your tree may be—"

break it.

But before he finished speaking, the old man impatiently began to pull up his clothes.

"You talk too much!"

The old man said in a hoarse voice, with a rough attitude: "Who cares about your past affairs, I just see that you are a good-looking boy—"

"and many more,"

It was interrupted halfway through the emotional brewing, but Dazai had no time to think about anything else.He gathered his collar and carefully stared at the old man in front of him who claimed to be Duoyi woman:

"You are a man, right--?"

Duoyi woman for men...Ganchajiang, it seems that you really have a long-standing grudge against me.

The old man on the opposite side opened his eyes wide, showing an expression of surprise when he was discovered.But Osamu Dazai quickly regained the corner of his clothes, turned around and ran away.

"Boy, stop for me!"

"Benefactor, wait—!"

"I won't wait!"

Dazai rode the mackerel that appeared for some reason, and slid forward at high speed.Feeling the whistling wind in his ears, he even had a sense of excitement that he was driving a car:

"Ahahahaha, I am Hayate—!"

He was feeling good about himself, when the water surface of the Santu River beside him suddenly violently bubbled up.

Immediately, dense crowds of huge crabs appeared from the water, waving their huge pincers vigorously, lined up in a file, stepped onto the river bank nimbly, and joined the chasing team.

"...?"

Dazai turned his head stiffly, and among the endless giant claws, a beautiful woman in green clothes sat on top of the head of the giant crab, her expression was still weak and sad.

"Why do you refuse my favor?"

She lowered her eyes and said very sadly: "My one hundred thousand army has no choice but to be your enemy."

——Is it finally the time when even I have to shout for help?

Dazai rested his chin on the sight of the huge blue crabs enveloping him from all directions, thinking so.

The dark-haired young man, who has always been resourceful and strategizing, was thinking about the means of escape, and suddenly remembered his previous masterpiece, the superman's durable pot.

Although he had never eaten it before, but based on observing the reaction of his subordinates who had eaten it before - their running speed was astonishingly fast, and no matter how long it took, they would never feel tired.

It seems to be the most suitable prop for the current scene, but unfortunately he doesn't have it on him.

By the way, of course he didn't drink it, but fed it to the mackerel that was riding him.

Just as he was thinking like this, an old woman holding a pot suddenly appeared from the void, blocking the only escape route in front of him.

"Is that you?" The majestic old woman asked, and then introduced herself:

"I'm Po Meng, I seem to have heard someone wanting some soup just now."

——Not this soup!

While looking for a gap to avoid, Dazai reminded angrily: "You went to the wrong set! Aren't you a Chinese ghost!!"

It's too late.

Accompanied by his voice, a tide of blue crabs flooded the last open space on the river bank.

The author has something to say: This chapter is also known as: Dazai's Adventures in Wonderland

Gancha: Those who jump into the river can only reach this kind of sand sculpture Huangquan, so stop dreaming

"Two-legged, eight-legged, running freely, with two eyes facing the sky, who is it?": Wikipedia - Kanabouzu

Involved: The myth of Izanagi's escape from the underworld, Duoyipo, the strange story of the crab owner, and the crab's gratitude

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