Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

Leaving aside Dazai, the troublemaker, and Akutagawa, the iron-headed younger brother, who have made a fuss about their daily routines, the menu design and store decoration of the dessert shop are proceeding in an orderly manner.

After going around in circles, the food is still positioned above the new Japanese desserts. There are red bean sweet soup, pastry Daifuku, and seemingly western-style desserts that have been carefully improved.

The turnover of restaurants in the center of Leibo Street is steadily increasing, and it only needs to advertise a little for their own dessert shop.

Of course, due to well-known reasons, even though the storefront is exquisitely decorated, there are still very few diners.In most cases, the store maintains a clean and empty state of mind, and only one order after another of takeaways keeps the dessert shop running normally.

Occasionally, a few big men dressed in black and wearing black sunglasses sneaked in, trying to quickly pack and take away the fancy snacks, so as to avoid being recognized by acquaintances passing by outside the window and thus lose their masculinity.

"Sure enough, everything is difficult at the beginning. Opening a second store is much easier than when you worked hard to run a small restaurant." From the inside, he put his hands in his sleeves and watched the newly recruited staff make dim sum, and complained to the system.

"Thank you for remembering that this is still a business game!" The system couldn't bear to complain, "I found that your careerism is gradually disappearing."

Yuri looked up at the sky: "Maybe. Since the level of law and order on Leibo Street has been further improved, I began to feel that it would be good to live here forever..."

Eat well and sleep well, count the money lying down every day, and watch the series of chicken flying and dog jumping scenes performed in the store every day, which is not boring at all.

Isn't this kind of life delicious?

system:……

"Oh, okay, blame me." Its tone was sluggish, "Who made me a farming management system instead of a world hegemony system? Even a mafia like you has gradually become Buddhist-like and healthy..."

"Let's just say that's the case, it's certainly not my fault."

Yuri sat by the window, the cat curled up and napped at his feet.She enjoyed the sweet red bean soup and the wonderful afternoon alone with peace of mind.She scooped up a spoonful of boiled red beans with a spoon, gently blowing the steaming heat, and put it into her mouth.

Hey, a dark cloud floated from nowhere, and the sunny and pleasant sunlight seemed to suddenly dim.

Sensing something was wrong, she glanced outside the store and was startled by what she saw.

A boy in a brown cloak was leaning over the glass so that his face was completely covered with the glass.

The nose was also extruded into a funny shape, and the hat almost fell off.

He was staring at her - holding red bean soup in his hand.

Realizing he had been spotted, he took a step back and shifted his gaze from the red bean soup to her.

So that handsome face between a boy and an adult man can finally be recognized by the world as it is.

He looked at Yuri with a suspicious look.

Then he shook his head, took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from his pocket, and put them on the bridge of his nose.

——Is it myopia? No wonder.

No wonder!Isn't it rude to do such a thing!

But immediately, the emerald green eyes opened, and the arrow-like gaze pierced the distance between the two of them through the lens, which instantly made her feel oppressed by being completely seen through, as if even the deepest secrets in her heart were hidden. See through.

Yuri gripped the spoon tightly, feeling a chill run up her spine.

But the transparent and sharp eyes only appeared for a moment, and as soon as the glasses were taken off, they immediately changed back to the confused look, making it difficult for people to figure out the reality.

She immediately checked the other party's information on the system map.

Ranpo Edogawa, 20 years old, is from an armed detective agency.

Wait, detective agency? ... Wasn't that just an illusion!

Just when doubts suddenly arose in Youli's heart, the squint-eyed detective Shi Shiran walked into the shop and sat opposite her majestically.

"I want this small bean porridge without rice cakes." He pointed to the original red bean soup in front of Yuri.

What was added to the porridge was not ordinary rice cakes, but special sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

When the store is open, the customer's order cannot be refused, but his next sentence is too much——

"I didn't bring any money." He said very naturally.

Seeing that you look like a dog, I didn't expect to want to eat the king's meal!

"This store does not accept credit." Yuri slapped the menu on the table.

"The detective just lost his way! The person who will pick me up later will pay for the detective." The detective boys who followed each other were not timid at all.

"Lost? You don't look like a person from here. Why did you come to Leibo Street and get lost? Besides, although there are many dark alleys and alleys here, there are only two main roads. It is impossible to get out with your eyes closed. .”

This rhetoric is a bit too perfunctory.

"...Anyway, I just got lost! Damn it! Even geniuses have things they're not good at!"

"I think you are trying to hide from some enemy?"

Yuri said bluntly.

"If that's the case, we won't accept it. Our store doesn't want to suffer losses because of this kind of inexplicable reason being smashed."

"If you want to hide from people, why would the detective choose to sit in a conspicuous place by the window?"

Detective Boy snorted through his nose.

"Besides, the store you opened is definitely the safest place on Leibo Street. Normally, no one would dare to come here to make trouble. Besides, this detective didn't refuse to give money on purpose, it's just that his wallet was robbed on the way! "

This rhetoric...

Although the rumors that "this store is under the control of the port mafia" have spread, but the meaning behind this person's words seems to be more than that...

"……OK then."

Out of some inexplicable precaution, Yuri agreed to his request unexpectedly.

"However, if the person you mentioned doesn't come," Yuri added ferociously, "you'll have to stay here and wash the dishes until the debt is paid off."

"This detective's estimate is absolutely impossible to make a mistake. This little threat is useless to me!" Luanbu straightened his hat, and his tone was a little cutely arrogant.

Detective Boy sat in the sunniest seat for half the afternoon.

And eat eight bowls of red bean soup.

Gently turn the spoon, and the sweet smell and mellow red bean soup base reveals a corner of the crystal clear wolfberry osmanthus parfait. The transparent and light color is completely different from the thick base material, which collides with a unique sweetness. Feel.

"The detective likes the taste of your store!" Ranbu muttered indistinctly while chewing, "It doesn't make any sense to add rice cakes that are not sweet at all on top of red beans. Osmanthus sweet cake is very good!"

I think that when he and President Fukuzawa met for the first time, they ate nine bowls of rice cakes and small bean porridge in front of each other, and left all the rice cakes.

And these eight bowls of red bean soup are all added with various condiments, because I tried all kinds of them in a fit of anger.

Whether it's grass jelly, blood glutinous rice, brown sugar pearls, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, mango coconut mille-feuille cake or anything else, they are all eaten clean with dignity.

Speaking of which, this is probably a slightly more qualified dessert taster than Akutagawa.

But it still looks like it doesn't refuse anyone!

In a blink of an eye, the sun was setting and Luanbu, who was full from the red bean soup for the time being, had no intention of continuing, but he also had no intention of leaving.

He just covered his eyes with a hat and took a nap at the table.

On Leibo Street, the setting sun was like blood, towards the direction of the dessert shop, a tall figure approached with majestic steps.

The lone wolf-like eyes, the eye-catching saber at the waist, the awe-inspiring righteousness between his brows—presumably, when he took the first step towards Leibo Street, the whereabouts of this man who seemed to be a vicious visitor had already been covered by the shadows in the darkness. All parties have noticed.

The prying eyes moved towards him intentionally or unintentionally, but the man just frowned slightly and walked his own way.

What kind of problems can annoy this seemingly strong-willed warrior?

Fukuzawa Yukichi stepped into this lively dessert shop.

Obviously, there is one and only one dessert shop on Leibo Street, and there is only one famous detective in the world who would run to a place like Leibo Street and sleep soundly without caring about his own safety.

The detective was asleep on the table by the window.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was about to pat him awake when he suddenly noticed a faint movement from under the table.

He took a step back vigilantly, to the distance suitable for drawing the knife, put his hand on the handle of the knife, and looked under the table.

And the uninvited guest under the table is also planning to show his original shape at this time——

Nanako jumped onto the table lightly, her tail gracefully raised in the air, ignoring the man who was exuding murderous aura invisibly, trying to put her claws into the empty dessert bowl with a little soup base left.

Aware of the compelling gaze, it licked its paws, blinked its amber eyes, and innocently looked at the serious man in front of it.

Fukuzawa Yukichi trembled slightly with the hand holding the handle of the knife.