Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

Chu Shu came late today, and it was already past meal time when he arrived at the store.The business of this curry shop is not very good. There are not many people during the meal time, and after the meal time, there is no one to see. He is the only customer in the narrow and old shop.

But now it might be time to add another one.

Someone opened the store door from the outside, and a young man in a beige overalls walked into the store amidst the cold autumn wind outside.

The man's appearance was not considered handsome, but for some reason, he gave people a subtle sense of comfort, which made Chu Shu couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

He was quite tall, and Chu Shu felt that he seemed to be a few centimeters taller than himself, estimated to be 1.8 meters five.

He probably lives alone, his short messy dark red hair is thoughtfully thrown around, and the stubble on his chin hasn't been shaved much, springing out like mushrooms after a rain.

The beige work jacket on the outside must have been worn for a long time, and it has been washed a little white. The black shirt inside and the black slacks on the lower body also look very old.

This person seemed to be in his early twenties, but Chu Shu was stunned to feel a sense of sight from him that "a person who is middle-aged, contented and happy".

"Ah, Odasaku!"

Seeing the person coming, the eyes of the three boys who had been in a mess suddenly lit up, and they rushed towards the man like a cat smelling fish.

After a while, three little boys hung from the man like a Christmas tree with Christmas presents.

The man stopped in his tracks, grabbed the collars of the three little furry kids expressionlessly, and lifted them off his body one by one.

"He is the one who adopted these children."

The owner of the curry shop brought the extra spicy chicken curry rice that Chu Shu had just ordered in front of him, then stood in front of the bar and looked at the frolicking scene opposite him with a smile.

Ok?

Chu Shu turned his head and looked at the young man in his early twenties behind him. The image of a benevolent old man picking up waste in his mind was instantly shattered, replaced by the image of a majestic male mother.

Suddenly, the melody of "My Good Mother" automatically played in Chu Shu's mind.

【My good mother, I came home from get off work and had a hard day at work——】

giao!How the hell is it so apt!

Just when Chu Shu's brain supplement theater was going in a strange direction and never returned, the man had already arrived at the bar and sat down on the seat on the right side of Chu Shu.

"as usual?"

The boss served him a glass of ice water and asked with a smile.

The man nodded calmly, "An extra spicy chicken curry, please."

Hearing the key word "extra spicy", Chu Shu finally recovered from his wild thoughts. He looked at the red-haired young man beside him with some surprise, and he didn't expect to find a fellow here.

"Boss, I want extra spicy chicken curry too!"

"And I!"

The five children who were fighting with the man just now also sat down on the seats next to him, and after the man finished ordering, they raised their right hands enthusiastically to indicate that they would also order the same order.

"Boss, please serve five more small servings of non-spicy curry."

"okay."

"Wait, I want extra spicy!"

The black-haired boy wearing goggles looked at the red-haired young man next to him with some dissatisfaction, "Why do you change my taste without authorization?"

The man turned his head and glanced at him, and replied calmly, "You are still young, eating too spicy food is not good for your stomach."

There is nothing wrong with what he said, children's stomachs are relatively fragile, and eating too spicy things can easily cause stomach cramps.

Even Chu Shu, who was born and bred in Sichuan, only ate mildly spicy food when these children were their age.

However, the boy couldn't listen to it, and always put on an expression of displeasure.

"Why don't you try my one first, and if you think you can accept it, ask the boss to change it for you?"

The boy was sitting in the middle between him and the red-haired young man. Chu Shu pushed his untouched curry to the boy and made a "please" gesture with a smile.

Sitting on his right hand, the man called "Oda Zuo" by these children also turned his head to look at him at this time, Chu Shu gave him a polite smile back, the man froze for a moment, then nodded In response.

Looking at the dish of unusually red curry pushed in front of him, the little boy wearing goggles swallowed reflexively.

But this child is stubborn, even at this moment his heart has begun to panic.But on the surface, I still have to pretend to be brave that I am not afraid of anything.

He picked up the clean spoon on the side, scooped a full spoonful of Chu Shu's untouched extra spicy chicken curry rice, and then he closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and gave away the spoon like a strong man cut off his wrist ...

A few seconds later, Chu Shu saw that the part above the child's neck turned red sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Wow!"

The lacrimal glands of children are also much more developed than those of adults. After taking a bite of Chushu's extra spicy chicken curry rice, the little boy who was still trying to be brave just now was crying uncontrollably.

Chu Shu smiled and pushed the cup of warm boiled water in front of the boy, "Come on, drink more hot water."

The owner of the curry shop held a clean spoon and looked at the little beans sitting in front of the bar, "How about it? Do you need to change it to extra spicy?"

"No, no, no." The heads of several children shook faster than a rattle.

Chu Shu took the spoonful of chicken curry back to him, and enjoyed his dinner contentedly.

Several teenagers stared at him motionlessly as he put the scoop of terribly red curry into his mouth.Then I watched helplessly as he put another spoonful into his mouth like a normal person, one spoonful after another.Until the curry rice on the plate was almost bottomed out, he did not see a drop of sweat.

This is not right.

There is definitely something wrong with this person's taste nerve.

Just when these teenagers were shocked by Chu Shu's unusual sense of taste, the owner of the curry shop served another plate of extra spicy chicken curry rice of the same style.But this one he placed in front of the red-haired young man on Chu Shu's right.

Under the watchful eyes of several teenagers, the red-haired youth also finished the dish of extra spicy curry that was frighteningly red without changing his expression.

This is not right.

There is definitely a problem with the taste nerves of these two people.

"Don't you think it's spicy?"

The boy with an indigo turban on his head, Kesi, looked at the empty plate in front of Chu Shu, and asked dryly.

"do not think so."

Chu Shu took out a napkin and wiped the curry sauce on his mouth, and said unhurriedly, "It would be better if it could be spicier."

Hearing these words, the red-haired young man who had maintained the same expression since he entered the door suddenly cast a hero's same gaze towards him.

"This is not acceptable. If it is more spicy, my store will probably go bankrupt."

The boss smiled and brought some small desserts in front of them.

"It's a bonus, no money."

The snow-white almond tofu is dotted with a piece of fresh green mint leaves. The eyes of several children lit up when they saw this delicate and small dessert. They obviously prefer this to curry.

Taking advantage of the children's attention being drawn away by the almond tofu in front of them, the red-haired young man took out a kraft paper envelope from his arms and handed it to the boss.

"Boss, this is the living expenses of the children during this time."

The boss was busy wiping the dishes, so he didn't reach out to pick them up immediately, "You still have leftovers from what you gave last month, don't you keep some for yourself? At least give yourself a better outfit."

He was wearing this outfit when I first saw him half a year ago.It's just that at that time his coat hadn't washed to the point where it turned white.

"Well, I'll stay, don't worry."

The man said calmly.

After he said that, the boss couldn't say anything more, so he could only sigh and reach out to take the envelope.

"Then I'll go first."

After the boss put away the envelope, the man stood up from his seat and put the money for the meal on the table, including the children's portion.

"Eh? Are you leaving so soon?"

Seeing him standing up, the children who were discussing how delicious almond tofu just now turned their eyes to him quickly, and a pair of big round eyes looked at him eagerly, each pair of eyes filled with Reluctant.

"Well, there are still a lot of things to deal with later, I will come to see you next time."

He touched the children's heads one by one, and finally turned his gaze to Chu Shu who was aside, and nodded slightly at him. In response, Chu Shu waved at him.

Opening the door of the curry shop, the figure of the man gradually disappeared into the dark night.However, those children still watched his leaving figure eagerly, feeling a subtle sense of desolation for no reason.

After the man left, Chu Shu looked at the boss who was standing behind the bar wiping the dishes, and asked curiously, "What does he do? Why is he so busy?"

He will go back to work after a meal. It stands to reason that if he works so hard, he won't only earn so little money.

After Chu Shu asked this question, he noticed that the boss paused when he wiped the dishes, and a look of embarrassment suddenly flashed across that honest and kind face. After a few seconds, he said vaguely, "Odasaku, uh, the nature of his work is quite special."

Special nature of work?

Three materialized question marks appeared above Chu Shu's head.

What kind of work can be described with a few words of special nature.

Could it be... a cowherd?

A possibility flashed through Chu Shu's mind.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Now it was long past the time for ordinary commune members to get off work. If there is still work during this time, and the nature of the work is special, he can only think of Niu Lang.

But that person's appearance was not dominant. As for his personality, after a short time with him just now, Chu Shu found that this person's temperament seemed rather dull, not like someone who could talk sweet words to make a rich woman happy.

He doesn't have the two qualities that a cowherd needs to have, so he can only be a low-level cowherd when working in a cowherd shop.

Chu Shu propped his chin with one hand and bit a stainless steel spoon in his mouth.

He was wondering if he would ask the boss which Niu Lang's shop Odasaku worked in, and he might be able to pretend to be a rich woman to help him improve his performance later on.