Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

One, two, three, four, on the white porcelain plate in front of Akutagawa, there are four bright red shrimp tails in sequence.

Four shrimp tails lay peacefully on the oil-absorbing paper with patterns on them.

Judging from the shape, it should be six long stretched fried shrimp tempura.

And the fifth shrimp tail was held between Akutagawa's two fingers and was about to be sent into his mouth.

"Wait a minute for Akutagawa—" It was Dazai's distressed voice, and a bandage-covered paw appeared at the same time, "Did you hear what I just said? The leftover shrimp tails should be planted in the soil , can re-harvest the complete shrimp!"

"..." is a blank look.

Akutagawa's cheeks were bulging, and he was obviously chewing on the sixth shrimp tail that disappeared, and his chewing speed slowed down significantly because his head was digesting new information.

"Is that so, Dazai-san, I understand."

After serious thinking, the ferocious little beast nodded.

"Snapped!"

Is it the sound of Chuya slapping Dazai on the head?

Yuri turned around the corner, just in time to see the scene where Nakaya stepped on a chair to teach Akutagawa a lesson, and Nakaya's voice raised because of his anger also reached Yuri's ears at the same time.

Well, it was the sound of slapping on the table.

"Why do you believe it so easily? This guy is obviously talking nonsense! How can something like planting shrimp in the soil be successful?"

Akutagawa looked at Dazai who was smiling, and then at Chuya who was jumping angrily beside him, showing a puzzled expression.

"Of course it should be used to make soup!" Nakaya folded his arms and said, "As a part of tempura, shrimp tails have not been battered and deep-fried, and there is no seasoning. It is better to add water and boil them into broth , then add miso to make a delicious seafood miso soup."

Seeing that Dazai's gag turned into a serious cooking discussion, Xingping Chuangzhen also joined the discussion group: "If you use shrimp shells to make soup, the shrimp head is better than the shrimp tail? After all, there are still shrimp yellows left in the shrimp head , can add umami. For shrimp tails, I think grinding them into powder and using them as seasonings is the most efficient way to use them.”

"In Chinese cuisine, there is also the practice of boiling shrimp oil with shrimp heads and tails. The shrimp oil is bright red and clear. Whether it is porridge or noodles, it is very delicious and beautiful!" Yuri also expressed his opinion.

"..." Akutagawa looked up at the people in the passionate discussion, and then looked down at the plate in his hand, showing a bewildered expression, "So... what should it be like?"

"Except for growing shrimp, anything else is fine!" Nakaya rushed to answer, in exchange for Dazai's soft "cut".

"For this kind of thing, don't wait for others to give you the answer. You have to try them all before you know which method you like best." Yuri replied while bowing her head and sweeping the floor.

Akutagawa thoughtfully stuffed the remaining fried shrimp tails into his mouth, chewing them loudly.

Dazai lay on the table amidst the noisy background, and murmured despondently, his voice became smaller and smaller: "Think about it, every time someone eats the fried shrimp tail, there is one less whole prawn in the world !... In this cold world, only The Complete Suicide Manual can bring a little false warmth to people..."

Indifferent Yuri: "Don't be a monster, I'll fry another plate for you."

"!good!"

Dazai quickly raised his head from his arms, blinking his eyes.

The more indifferent Zhong also stopped Yuri: "It is enough to give him the shrimp tail, let him grow it himself."

Yuli pondered: "...you make sense."

The self-inflicted Dazai slumped back to the table and sighed: "It's better to destroy, this heartless and ruthless world..."

A few days later, Yuli opened the door of the store that had been closed all night in the early morning sunshine, bringing fresh air into the store.

At this time, there are still two hours before business hours.

She stretched, turned around and walked slowly into the kitchen, only to find that a pan filled with oil had already been set up on the stove.Xing Ping Chuangzhen stood on the side with his head down, adjusting the oil temperature.

"Why are you preparing the tempura pan so early in the morning? I haven't seen the pre-ordered order?" She asked curiously.

Xing Ping Chuangzhen smiled, and gently stirred the big spoon in the pot: "The blond-haired mafia who often comes to the store mentioned at dinner yesterday that he wanted to order takeaway, and it will be delivered to the designated place this morning." to a pool bar because there's a celebration."

"Huh? I haven't heard it or mentioned it."

That person is a fool bird.

"Tempura, chicken nuggets, fruit platter, and beer ordered elsewhere."

A large spoon is gently placed on a plate next to the pot.

"It is said that it was a surprise event that was kept secret from Zhongye - a special party to celebrate the first anniversary of his joining the organization."

Yuri raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise: "Is that so? That's quite human."

As if thinking of something, she smiled slightly: "So, although Zhong Ye has been beaten to death and refused to admit it, in fact, their relationship is quite good, right?"

There are no traces of pedestrians on the street, it is empty, only the sound of birdsong is clear.

The just right cool morning breeze blows away the laziness of getting up early. On such a beautiful morning as usual, Yuli and the shop assistants are doing the preparations before opening the store according to the procedure.

Check the inventory of food materials, confirm whether the financial figures of the previous day’s business are correct, order the vegetables and meat needed in the future, pre-process all kinds of food materials, clean the tables, chairs and ground again, set up clean tablecloths and tableware, and then change to work uniform.

Yuri enjoys the peaceful time when the diners step into the front of the store, rushing back and forth in the restaurant for these many trivial and ordinary tasks, taking care of everything.

Everything is so peaceful and peaceful.

Until the arrival of the first guest today.

It was a tall and handsome guy in a casual suit. His sharp features and light-colored pupils showed his European origin.The blond mid-length hair was braided into a small braid, which fell casually behind her head, and the braid tail playfully hung on her shoulders.

He stood in front of the store, looked up at the signboard, as if confirming something.

Then with a thoughtful smile, he walked into the store with long legs, as silently as a cat.

The soft morning sun that was still pouring on his deep face just now disappeared at that moment, and the light and shadow from the ceiling lamp in the restaurant fell on his high browbones, casting a dark cloud-like darkness, swallowing up the flash of light in his pupils. mood.

Yuri, who was sitting behind the cash register and wrote the purchase record, witnessed the whole process of his appearance.

At that time, the tip of her pen was rubbing against the paper, making a rustling sound.

The blond man who walked into the store put his hands in his pockets and looked around casually.

"On September 9, the potatoes in stock have run out..."

His eyes slid past Yuri, and then turned his head away as if he didn't care.

"An order has been placed with the supplier..."

He gently took out his left hand from the pocket of his trousers, and adjusted the position of the dark red tie on his chest.

"The balance of beef and fish is... and the balance is..."

She paused.

Every moment, every millisecond, the human body is processing external information, perceiving color, taste, touch, sound and smell, but only a very small part of the key information in the huge information flow will emerge from the deep sea of ​​the subconscious , perceived by consciousness, codified into definite thoughts, entered into a sequence of thoughts.

The man's walking gait, the location of his wandering eyes, the thick calluses on his hands, and the cold gaze when he looked at her just now... All the clues were tangled like poisonous vines and gathered into a bunch, pointing to a pale answer.

Long before the above information entered her mind, a cold chill had already climbed up her spine like a snake, and went straight to the sky.

Yuri shivered involuntarily.

She slowly raised her eyelids.On the screen in front of the cash register, where no one can see it. Chihiro Fujisaki, who was watching the situation in the store 24 hours a day, popped up an urgent message in big blood red characters:

Assassinate King Paul Verlaine.A superpower from Europe is known as one of the most dangerous people in the world.He has previously assassinated many big figures including the Queen of England, and is the highest-ranked wanted criminal.

The ability is to manipulate gravity.

Yuri looked away, and continued writing as if nothing had happened.

The clerks were all busy in the back kitchen, no one was looking this way, only the quiet breathing of the two of them remained in the hall.

At this moment, it is unknown what kind of decision the foreign man and Yuri made in their hearts.

Only the stinging sound of peony shrimp wrapped in batter and the tempting aroma suddenly burst out and filled the whole room, breaking the superficial tranquility.

She poked the system in her mind.

"Tong, I told you earlier that I planned to pick an auspicious day before drawing cards, didn't I?"

"Yeah, what's the matter, do you want to smoke now?"

"No, there is an important question, is there anything in the card pool that can increase a person's attack power?"

"..."

"Probably not."

I don't know what to expect from Yuri's strange question, and the system sound is also tense.

"This is an exclusive card pool for management subjects. Only characters with business expertise can be drawn. And in order to maintain the balance of the world, characters with too high a force value cannot enter this card pool."

Alas, that can't be helped.

Yuri sighed.

She put down her pen, and showed a standard business smile to the strange man, Verlaine: "Good morning, is this guest here for breakfast?"

Verlaine took a deep breath and looked in the direction of the kitchen.

"Does it smell like shrimp?"

"That's right, that's one of our signature fried shrimp tempura! The unbaked Taibai sesame oil is used to ensure a light, crispy and delicious taste. It is paired with delicious and mellow our special dipping sauce with rich layers and endless aftertaste! Are you Visitors to Yokohama, right? The freshly baked tempura is a must-try top Japanese specialty.”

Yuli quickly finished a lot of food promotion words that she memorized back and forth.

"So, do you want a tempura bowl? Although there are still ten minutes before the opening time, our kitchen is already ready, and you can order now."

Verlaine gave her a slightly surprised look, and then showed a playful smile.

"I've already had breakfast. However, the aroma is really attractive, and I can eat some more to fill my stomach. After all, there is still a lot of work to be done later, and I may not have the opportunity to enjoy my lunch time."

"Ms. Yumekawa Yuri, right? Then thank you for your hospitality."