Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

"Well, so adjusting this knob can change the thickness of the ice..."

After closing the manual, Nakaya nodded solemnly.As soon as he raised his hand, a big man in sunglasses in a black suit respectfully handed over a box of ice cubes taken from the small portable refrigerator.

It is worth mentioning that Zhongye, which has extremely high requirements for quality, also specifically emphasizes that it must be natural ice.

The so-called natural ice refers to the ice cubes formed by natural condensation at winter temperatures, which is more delicate and soft than the shaved ice made from ordinary artificial ice, and has a natural slightly sweet taste.Because of its preciousness, if a shaved ice shop uses natural ice as a raw material, it is definitely something worth publicizing, and most of them will directly name it "Natural Ice Room".

Ice cubes fall into the container of the ice shaving machine, close the lid and press the button, clusters of crystal clear ice like snowflakes will fall into the bowl from the spout below the machine, just rotate the container slightly, let The shaved ice is stacked into a pointed shape in the bowl, and you can harvest a large bowl of fresh shaved ice like a snow mountain.

Of course, the production is far from over.Zhong also recalled the popular flavors in Yuli Dessert Shop. After wandering for a while in the filled ingredient jars, he finally decided to pour condensed milk on the bottom of the bowl of ice and sprinkle a layer of honey red beans.

The milky white liquid soaked into the transparent crushed ice in an instant, dyeing it a snow-like color.The sweet and glutinous red beans lie plump on the top of the snow layer.

Isn't this exactly the same as the finished product made by a serious shaved ice room?

Before Chu also had time to show a smug expression, the shaved ice in front of him was taken away with one hand.

"It's really good, Chuya, it looks delicious!" The fool bird scooped up the shaved ice and sent it to his mouth, saying vaguely, "It happens that I'm a little thirsty too, so I'll leave this to me Well, thank you~"

"Who said I'll eat it for you!" Chuya's forehead burst out with a well, "This is my first work!"

"Yuri is not in the restaurant now, so it's useless for you to find her." The public relations officer squatted aside and smiled, "Why don't you give me a copy, please."

"...Don't take this as an example!"

What a familiar answer.

Kunikida has returned from the initial annoyance to calmly accept the reality.He directed everyone in the detective agency to wipe the table clean, and laid out the cooking utensils he brought on the table.

Kenji put the induction cooker for cooking dumplings on the table and said happily: "Today's work is as friendly as doing farm work, it really makes people full of motivation!"

Quan Jinghua took out two large cans of coarse bean paste from the cloth bag she was carrying: "This is bean paste dipped in dumplings."

"! Why didn't I know that you made so much bean paste, it took a lot of effort!" Atsushi Nakajima asked in surprise.

"It's just boiling the red beans three times, adding sugar after stewing until they are rotten, and then continuing to stew. I got up at four o'clock to make it, and it was completely in time."

Quan Jinghua's voice didn't fluctuate at all, and there was an expression on her face that should be taken for granted.

"...Four o'clock..." Atsushi Nakajima seemed to be out of his body.

At this moment, a deep man's voice came to the ears of everyone in the Armed Detective Agency.

"Sorry, I'm late."

A dozen meters away, a red-haired man in a light-colored coat was walking hurriedly.His slightly longer hair was slightly disheveled, his clothes were also crumpled, and he looked quite down and out.

Everyone in the detective agency didn't answer, they stared at his trousers with a strange expression.

"Is it obvious? I can't help it."

Stuck by such a gaze, even as calm as Oda Sakunosuke, he couldn't help but look down.

His trousers seemed to have overturned a paint bucket, splashing unknown sauces of various colors.The lump in the lower left corner may be the mayonnaise of the octopus balls, with a few bonito flakes on it; the green with one or two spots of deep red on the right is definitely the trace of Uji Kintoki ice cream; and the other One trouser leg was green and blue, presumably colored syrup from some sort of drink.

"I was stalked by the children at home on the way here." Oda Sakunosuke said apologetically, "I have dealt with them for a long time in order to escape, and finally left a little trace."

"Then we can't help it. Is it the children who were handing out leaflets at the entrance just now?" Tanizaki comforted.

"Yeah, they were wandering around the street after distributing the leaflets. Although they didn't bring pocket money, they were fed by various stores. I haven't seen them for two weeks because of business trips, so they strongly demanded I stayed and went shopping with them."

Got it, so you say no, and you cause a lot of outrage and get lashed out by those little monkeys.

Everyone in the detective agency showed suddenly enlightened expressions.

This hidden man is actually a senior dad who raised five little ghosts, which is well known in the detective agency.At the earliest time, due to his busy work, the children were fostered by him on the second floor of a western restaurant.However, children often complain that the types of meals are too single.

One time, Sakunosuke Oda took the children to a dessert shop on Leibo Street to try something new, and the children were completely attracted by the sweet and fragrant storefront.

"That's great! If you have to live in the hotel, it would be great to live here! I want to have ice cream for breakfast!"

they said loudly.

I don't know how Dazai negotiated on his behalf.

In short, this wish really came true, of course only in the first half.The children were allowed to come and live here occasionally, so they ran around like this.

This later proved to be a very wise decision, because the presence of the children attracted very troublesome enemies.

The troublesome enemies fell under Rashomon's attack.

After defecting with Dazai, Oda Sakunosuke was grateful for this countless times. He decided not to ask why the person in charge of raising the children was Akutagawa with a fierce face, and whether the children were taking Luo when the attack happened. The life gate is used as a slide.

Although he has a bad face, this young man must be a caring, warm-hearted good man!

"Mr. Dazai, this way!"

Nakajima Atsushi shouted out in surprise and waved vigorously.

Oda Sakunosuke turned his head and saw a thin young man in a sand-colored trench coat slowly approaching, with a leisurely smile on his face.

"Hey, I thought I wouldn't be the last one with Oda at the bottom, but I didn't expect...Evil, Chuya!?"

In the middle of the sentence, his tone changed sharply, and Dazai's disgust was beyond words.

"Huh? Idlers with nothing to do should just stop coming, right? If they come, they will only get in the way."

Zhong, who had just finished his third bowl of shaved ice, raised his head and said angrily.

"Hey, I didn't expect Slug to do a good job of making shaved ice. Hurry up and quit your job as a cadre and open a husband-and-wife shop with Yuri. I will definitely increase your business."

"People who never bring their wallets when eating and only pay on credit, shut up! I'll make it clear that Dazai and dogs are not allowed in! I won't quit my job and become a full-time dessert chef after a while!"

"...The shaved ice assembly line opposite is already in operation, we have to work hard."

Ignoring his ex-partner, who would start bickering in elementary school as soon as they met each other, Kunikida said worriedly to Sakunosuke Oda.

"Okay." Oda Sakunosuke agreed.

He glanced at the familiar faces on the opposite side again—Michizo Tachihara was working hard to make the ice bottom, Mr. Hirotsu was in charge of rotating the small bowl to shape the shaved ice, the fool bird was happily waving a spray bottle of colored syrup in one hand, and the pianist held The spoons stood in the area of ​​fruit chips, pudding, ice cream and other ingredients and waited boredly, while the rest of the people squatted near the refrigerator ready to replenish ingredients at any time—that is to say, they were chatting.

Wearing a three-piece suit, Zhong Ye was in charge of squatting aside and watching, ah, not coordinating all actions, doing a good job of product quality control with his professional vision, and improving the professionalism of employees.

And here, the water on the induction cooker has just boiled, and the glutinous rice balls kneaded by the Tanizaki brothers and sisters can also be lined up, just waiting to be put into the pot.

Kunikida squatted by the side of the pot to watch for the right moment to pick up the cooked and floating fat dumplings, and put them into a large bowl on the side.

And Yosano Akiko was in charge of stringing the glutinous rice balls into three strings with bamboo sticks, starting and dropping the sticks, decisive and ruthless, with resentment for working overtime on weekends and team building during the actions, everyone who saw it was terrified.

Izumi Kyoka and Atsushi Nakajima are in charge of sprinkling thick bean paste on the dumpling skewers in a small dish, so that the dark bean paste is thinly coated with white glutinous rice balls.In this way, the traditional Japanese dessert red bean dumpling is ready!

Xianzhi approached enthusiastically: "Then what do I need to do?"

Kunikida pushed his glasses: "The rest of the people are responsible for promoting and attracting customers!"

Atsushi Nakajima raised his head and asked in confusion: "... By the way, where did Mr. Ranpo go? He obviously set off with us, so he must not have lost his way, right?"

"Maybe sneak out to go shopping and eat like Dazai? Just ignore them."

Both the red bean dumpling and luxury shaved ice stores are operating smoothly, and there are more and more customers on both sides, and even line up.

"There are not enough ice cubes. We are going to ship another batch!" Zhong also used the contact headset to contact his subordinates outside the venue.

"We don't have enough thick bean paste!" Atsushi Nakajima said anxiously, "What should we do!"

Kunikida froze for a moment: "Wait a minute, I remember we brought two cans? Where did the other one go?"

"I remember it seems to be placed under the table, let me look for it..."

The white tiger boy squatted down, stretched his hand into the space under the table screen and groped left and right.

But instead of a hard, cold glass jar, he touched a beret.

"Mr. Ranpo!?"

"Well?"

Under the table, Luanbu, who was caught stealing the bag, sat cross-legged on the ground holding a can of coarse bean paste and chewing. He innocently raised his eyes and met Atsushi Nakajima's eyes.