As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

Speaking of ramen, I hadn't eaten much before coming to Japan.The ramen I saw in film and television works, I still remember the golden and clear soup, and the plump pork on the top.On the plate, it will give me a desire to "want to taste it", such as what it would feel like to put that piece of meat into my mouth as a whole.

Dazai's suggestion was very clever. On such a night, a steaming bowl of ramen can not only dispel the severe cold in the body, but also leave some residual warmth for the barren brain.

The lantern at the door is written with calligraphy, and the dim warm orange light guides us to enter the door.

After opening the paper door, a small world with rich fragrance appeared in front of the three of us.

It has been a long time since I stepped into such a scene full of life, and when I took the first step, I hesitated in my heart.

In the next second, I felt a push on my back——

"Okay, okay, since it's Kunikida-kun's treat, it's fine to eat as much as you want~"

Kunikida, who had already walked to the stand-alone machine, reflexively complained after hearing this sentence: "I don't include you in the scope of my treats!"

Pushed by Dazai to the order machine, I still hesitated and asked:

"Is it really okay? I mean, can I really order..."

"Don't worry about that idiot Dazai, Ms. Inai. Just choose what you like to eat."

Huh... Great, Mr. Kunikida seems to be a serious person, but he is actually very considerate.It's nice not to go into the "why" sentence by sentence.

"Then I'm sorry." I said, looking up at the sign on the ordering machine that was taller than me.

My understanding of ramen is still many years ago. In fact, the taste of local ramen in Japan is much richer than I imagined.This is also inevitable. As a traditional, daily, and extremely popular delicacy, it is strange that it has not been updated for so many years.

When ordering, I was worried because I didn't know what kind of food was delicious, so I chose rashly. If I won the lottery that I didn't like, it would only be a waste of Mr. Kunikida's good intentions.

"Hmm--this is a headache. I didn't expect such a rich variety and so much room to choose from. However, at this time, I will use a cheat that is 90.00% nine-nine-nine-nine. Sure enough, I chose to write 'recommended ' the dishes!"

Dazai casually leaned forward, and finally pressed the button on the top floor where the recommended flavors were written.

"Kunikida-kun, 980 yen~" Without waiting for his colleagues to get angry, he turned to me and asked, "Where is Miss Muiji?"

Dazai stepped forward at this time, as if he was setting an example for me, so I couldn't help but say:

"...Please give me the same one."

That's right, wouldn't it be good to choose the variety marked with red "recommended" on the menu at this time?

This label symbolizes a kind of self-confidence of the store. Since they are all confidently labeled, the taste must not be bad.

In the end, in addition to a ramen in front of each of us, we also had a fried gyoza and dipped cucumber.

Kunikida took out his glasses cloth and wiped away the fog on his lenses - he went to pick up the food just now, and the water droplets were all on it.

"I said, Miss Wu Yishi, you had a serious expression just now, huh?"

"Just now?"

"It's when the boss keeps repeating 'No. 109', 'No. 109'."

"It's nothing..." I recalled the irritable and depressed mood at that time, and explained sincerely: "I was wondering what kind of idiot 'No. 109' was. I didn't hear it after calling three or four times. It was so noisy."

In the end, Dazai burst out laughing——

"Indeed, what an idiot."

Kunikida, who didn't understand what was so funny at all, took out his chopsticks, and as if he was about to burst into tears seeing Dazai, he muttered, "Is it that funny?"

The signature Dazai and I chose is the traditional tonkotsu ramen, while Kunikida’s is dipping noodles. The candied egg is in a small bowl with toppings, and the other bowl only has seaweed and noodles, which looks very refreshing.

I also took a bite of the long-awaited noodles. The soup that had turned into a light chestnut color covered the front of the chopsticks. The noodles I chewed in my mouth were harder than I expected, mixed with the crisp taste of bean sprouts, and finally swallowed When the stomach was lowered, there was still the residual temperature of the soup.

"How about it?"

I said honestly, "It's delicious."

...It's been a long time since I ate food from places other than convenience stores.

Almost forgot what freshly baked food tastes like.

People have to eat while living in this world, so according to this line of thinking, eating should be a mechanical "necessity" work.But why do human beings have individual differences, differences in taste, favorite and dislike foods, and satisfaction from favorite foods?

It's just a mechanical job that has to be done, why give it a function that can make people feel satisfied and happy?

In this way, don't people have to be driven by their own appetites, wanting to eat delicious food?

...Forget it, if you have money, who doesn't want to eat their favorite food.

I only want everyone to eat nutrient solution because I am poor, so selfish.

After the plate and bowl were almost empty, Dazai put down his chopsticks and suddenly asked:

"Is Miss Wu Yishi still blogging recently?"

I shook my head: "No, I don't have much time recently."

"Really, that's a pity."

Intrigued by our back-and-forth conversation, Kunikida also joined the conversation.

"Is it the last blog?"

"That's right, that's the one you've seen, Kunikida-kun."

"...I remembered. Besides this, there seem to be other articles, about twenty."

My hand holding the chopsticks froze.

"It can't be called an article, it's all meaningless essays."

I will not feel the slightest sense of shame when I show the things I have written to people who have never met on the Internet.But in reality, when someone is face to face with you, and when your article is mentioned, I can't wait to find a hole in the ground, and then post on my blog to delete all the crazy words I wrote.

"Compared to these, everyone in the detective agency has to work so late, it feels very hard."

I abruptly changed the subject.

Kunikida pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "There is nothing to do under special circumstances. Sorry, it's not convenient to talk too much about the specific situation with ordinary citizens."

"It doesn't matter, it must be a very important case, right? An irrelevant person like me shouldn't ask too many questions."

"That's right, Miss Wu Yishi, what are you going to do tonight?"

Faced with Dazai's question, Kunikida on the side became puzzled: "What should I do..."

"Think about it—first of all, there is only a wall between Miss Wuyishi's residence in the Internet cafe and Hecun, the thin partition in the Internet cafe is useless, right? Besides, Miss Wuyishi is penniless now, There is nowhere to go." Dazai put my predicament directly in front of him, "My worries are based on sufficient reality."

"So——" He looked at me and pushed the question into my hands again, "Miss Wu Yishi, what are you going to do tonight?"