Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

Ryunosuke Akutagawa came to Yokohama.

This place should be no different from other places he has stayed at.There is no place for him to stay on the bright and tidy streets, and the police care more about the appearance of the city than where he sleeps at night.

In short, Akutagawa will end up in what is commonly called a slum, chasing his destiny and being chased by it.

Relatively speaking, Leibo Street is a friendly and safe one in the slums.

This is the fact he confirmed from the weathering traces left on the road surface and the rustling sound from the wind.

There have been a lot of battles here before, but recently it has entered a relatively peaceful and peaceful period.

It's a nice place.

Consider bringing your sister over.

The harsh environment creates excellent hands-on ability.It didn't take long for Akutagawa to complete the construction in a hidden corner, hiding himself in a small lair made of construction waste, truck skins and broken furniture.

It was at sunset.

So he crawled out again, and slowly sat on the side of the road, motionless, feeling the touch of the warm sunset on his skin, allowing the sun to illuminate his pale and dull face, painting blood that did not exist.

The sun rises every day, bringing light and heat, which are the few blessings he can receive in this world.

This step is necessary because of the chilly nights ahead, even those approaching summer.The wind blowing from the gaps on all sides of the shelter will slowly and cruelly take away the temperature of the human body's surface.

For this reason, there were many times when he woke up in the morning with his companions stiffened.

Suddenly, Akutagawa took a deep breath.

what's in the air...

It is the seductive smell emitted by the unscrupulous expansion of white sugar, flour and oil after the heating process. Although faint, it cannot be mistaken.

There was a gurgling sound in his stomach, which echoed the judgment of his mind.

Akutagawa stood up abruptly, quickly confirming the source of the aroma.

It's the garbage collection on the opposite corner of the road.

On the side of a large pile of messy and smelly garbage, an unsealed food bag was abandoned, and inside was a whole bag of pastries that were still warm and heavy.

Akutagawa scanned the surroundings vigilantly, and after confirming that there were no other competitors, he grabbed the food with his jacket at lightning speed and returned to his small nest.

It looks like some kind of pastry mixed with milk and red beans.The delicate and lovely red beans are embedded in the white jelly-like texture. The color is particularly eye-catching, making the white background whiter and the red beans redder.

A tempting milky aroma filled his nostrils—later he knew it was the aroma of coconut milk—and it was not the same as the usual milk flavor. It was both light and strong, completely masking the smell of red beans.

It's unbelievable... This looks like a freshly baked dessert, something that Akutagawa, who often fights over the pastries thrown out of the pastry shop, has never thought of it.

He hesitated to break open a piece of snack.

A fine red bean paste flowed out from it, staining his fingers.Before it dripped to the ground, Akutagawa lifted it reflexively and caught the leaking bean paste with his mouth.

very sweet.very sweet.

The sweetness blooms on the taste buds on the tip of the tongue, conveying unparalleled satisfaction to the brain.

……

When Akutagawa came back to his senses again, he found that more than half of the whole package of dim sum had disappeared out of thin air.

All that remained was the lingering sweet smell in his mouth, reminding him of what he had just done.

After being fully nourished by the sugar, his sluggish brain started working again, reminding him of some facts that had just been ignored.

Who would drop a whole package of fresh dim sum here?Why is no one fighting for it?

This is a ghetto, it's not normal, it's unreasonable, it's grotesque.

Is this a deliberate gift?Or is it a malicious trap?

Is it possible that the person who put the snack here poisoned it?

For example, highly toxic rat poison was released to clean up the population.

Or just want to see the expressions of those who rummage through the garbage as if they have found a treasure?is it possible?

Intellectually speaking, Akutagawa believed in the conjecture that belonged to evil even more.

He began to regret his rash actions just now.

He didn't care about the stains on his hands at all, and repeatedly pressed the base of his tongue with his fingers, trying to spit out what he had just eaten.

but failed.Both his stomach and esophagus refused this arrangement, preferring to perish with delusional dreams rather than return to a situation of unbearable hunger.

Akutagawa lay on the ground, wondering if he was going to die because of this unbelievable stupidity.

He stared at the sky with his eyes open, trying to recall the last time he saw his sister.

Akutagawa's younger sister, Yin, is currently in a certain orphanage that only accepts girls her age.That is to say, she won't stay there for long, after which Akutagawa will pick her up and live a life of wandering together.

Sometimes Akutagawa would climb over the wall to see her at night, and beat up the children who bullied her.

Ordinarily, in this case, he should bring some gifts to his sister, but he is always penniless, and it is difficult to even fill his stomach.Always ask my sister to secretly hide food for him.

It would be great if I could bring fresh and delicious snacks to Silver.

She hasn't eaten yet.

Before today, Akutagawa never even had this kind of extravagant wish.

But now, while waiting for the result to come and thinking wildly, all kinds of thoughts came one after another.Akutagawa suddenly made this wish on one of the rare afternoons in his life of struggling to survive, when he was full and peaceful.

Or he will die.

Or, nothing could happen.

In the fading sky, in a corner where no one pays attention, Akutagawa closed his eyes, quietly waiting for his end.

"Damn! Failed again!"

Another trial oven was declared useless, and Yuri threw the red bean snack that she had bitten into back on the plate, and threw herself on the sofa angrily.

Last time it was too sweet, this time it was too light.If there is no one to guide, it is really difficult to master the heat of making dim sum.

"So why don't you ask Xing Ping Chuangzhen to help you?" The system asked her puzzled.

"Occasionally I want to make something of my own..." Yuri was not very happy, "This time I came up with the creative idea of ​​combining Malaysian nine-layer cake and Japanese red bean rice cake. Just come up with some results. Then let him give me a review!"

"I think the taste of coconut milk is really good with red beans, and the crystal and delicate feeling of the nine-layer cake has been made." The system commented, "In terms of sweetness, the average of the two dosages is almost the same. Right? So, it’s basically finished, right?”

"...No, it's not far away." Yuri pouted.

"White glutinous rice cakes with coconut milk and red beans look like a face covered in pimples."

"Don't use metaphors indiscriminately! I can't look at it directly now." The system exclaimed.

Yuli ignored it and continued to chant: "Like acne, needle eczema, shingles..."

It must be improved in appearance.

absolute.

"Don't read it, don't read it," the system began to crash, trying to divert her attention, "The question now is, what should I do with these snacks? Are they still processed like yesterday?"

Although the coconut-flavored red bean dim sum is light, it can't stand eating every day.Now no one around wants to eat the dim sum she tried.When everyone saw her, it was like seeing Biyangqi's prison temple, clutching her stomach and starting to run away, which made her suspect that her cooking skills were developing in a strange direction.

Of course, it cannot be eaten by customers or passers-by. Strange and changing dim sum tastes will affect other people's evaluation of the store, so there is only one end for these things—throw them away.

"It's too wasteful! If it's a trial, why do you have to do so much?"

"It won't be wasted. How can there be wasted food in Leibo Street?" Yuri disagreed, "It must have been picked up and eaten."

"I mean you shouldn't do so much in the first place! Isn't one piece enough?"

"Of course it's not enough! I bought such a great baking tray, of course I want to fill it neatly with cute little snacks. Isn't the happiest thing about making desserts is the moment when the whole plate of snacks is brought out? If it's just a lonely one on top If you leave a few on the ground, the sense of ritual and satisfaction will be completely destroyed!"

Yuri, who packed the snacks into bags, argued with the system while packing the tableware.

After a while, she tidied up everything and went to the garbage collection place with a bag of snacks and humming a song.

But things are different today.

Yuri, who had reached the corner, hadn't had time to put down the bag when she saw a black and thin kid standing there, staring at her.

She looked around and confirmed that the object of the other party's fierce eyes was indeed her and not someone else.

……what happened?

This woman is holding the same food bag as that one in her hand, unmistakable.

His hair and skin were well groomed, his complexion was healthy and rosy, and he didn't look like a person living in a slum at all.

"Why are you throwing the pastry away?"

Akutagawa stared at her, or just stared at her normally as he thought, and asked.

"This is a spoiled snack." Yuri replied, and looked at him carefully.

"Yesterday's, did it break too?"

"Yes."

"Where is it broken?"

"Too much sugar."

"..."

The black and thin boy in front of him fell silent, frowning tightly, as if he was trying to understand something that was simply incomprehensible.

You Ideal thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and handed the bag in front of him.

The boy looked at her warily, grabbed the snack, and disappeared around the corner.

But he didn't run away, and hid in the dark to watch her movements.

This can be confirmed without a map.

Small wild animals that are fed will do this.

Yuri: ...

"Okay." She sighed, remembering the first time she met Yuuki and Eita.

"Are you going to work in our shop?"

Yuri asked this while facing the deserted street in front of her.