Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

Hirakawa Masaki and Higuchi Ichiyo came to the temporary isolation area where the wounded were placed.

The air here is filled with a strangely crazy and violent atmosphere.

"Get out, get out of the way, don't touch me!"

"It's so uncomfortable, please kill me..."

"Woo, why should I live?"

"Nissan, help me."

"I'm going to kill you!"

Through the glass, all kinds of wailing and cries for help surrounded his ears, and Higuchi Ichiyo couldn't help but show a look of sympathy.

In this era of weird recovery, no one can predict whether they will one day become them.

Although the passing line for the san value is 60, this battle for sanity has never been accomplished overnight, but a gradual process.

The wounded below 80 were placed at the scene. Although these people were still awake, it was obvious that they were agitated, like a bomb. A different kind of beast, at this time they have lower self-control and higher aggressiveness.

Compared with those who have experienced the sudden drop in san value in the battle, many of them are experiencing the feeling of the madness factor tearing their sanity for the first time. But they felt the excruciating pain.

Such people, who dares to let them wander outside?

As for the wounded below 60 years old, they have completely lost their minds, and are tied to a special hospital bed by professionals with special restraint clothing, and sedative drugs are pumped at a constant speed in their hands. Even so, someone needs to be supervised 24 hours a day to prevent accidents.

Hirakawa Yaji probably went through the situation of these people, recorded the relevant dietary taboos with the terminal, and then said: "Miss Higuchi, we should go."

Higuchi Ichiyo immediately recovered his professionalism and bowed: "Okay."

When leaving, Hirakawa Masaki noticed that her eyes seemed to be reluctant to part.

"Is there someone you know inside?" Pingchuan Yaji was curious.

Higuchi Ichiyo pursed his lips for a moment and said, "My boss, Mr. Akutagawa, is inside. I'm very worried."

"The captain of the port mafia guerrilla team——Akutagawa Ryunosuke?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's emaciated, always dull coughing figure appeared in Masaki Hirakawa's mind, but he didn't expect that this "mad dog that doesn't bark" was also tricked.

"Yes, and he became like this to save us." The blond professional lady showed a particularly heavy and guilty expression: "Mr. Akutagawa's san value is relatively low during this period, and he was originally on vacation. I didn't expect It’s because I’m so useless that this happened.”

Hirakawa Yaji frowned and persuaded: "Don't think like this, we don't want to encounter accidents, but when accidents happen, what we need to do is to do our best. Similarly, your boss is also doing his best to save himself Subordinate, does he think it was wrong to save you? Do you think he will regret what he has done?"

His voice was soft and firm, as if he was saying a fact that should be taken for granted, and gradually healed the guilt in Higuchi Ichiyo's heart.

"Also, maybe it was a blessing in disguise, you see..." Hirakawa Masaki swiped on the terminal and found the information of Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

"Last month, he made a reservation at my place, but I declined because I was not in Yokohama. He should be waiting for other special chefs' appointment time on his recent vacation. But in this accident, he doesn't need to wait for the appointment. , I swear on my reputation as a master chef, I will make him fully recovered."

"Really?!" Higuchi Ichiyo's eyes lit up with joy.

"Of course, he is also a part of the fight against the weird, a comrade-in-arms, isn't he?"

Outside the noisy quarantine area, despite being in an environment of despair and negative emotions, Higuchi Ichiyo felt a warm current pressing down to the bottom of his heart, and the source was the young man in front of him who smiled and comforted her.

How can there be such a gentle person!

It's my lord!

When Hirakawa Yaji arrived, there were several large trucks parked in front of the temporary kitchen, and people from the Supernatural Secret Service Division were moving up and down all kinds of kitchen utensils for him.

Seeing him coming, Ango Sakaguchi, the on-site conductor, approached and said:

"Mr. Hirakawa, I have already requested support from the Totsuki Saryo Academy in Tokyo. They happen to have a group of students nearby, and they will arrive in about 10 minutes. They will assist you in cooking."

As a rare special chef in Yokohama, Hirakawa Masaki is also very concerned about his physical condition, so of course it is impossible for him to overdraw himself to prepare a meal for 300 people by himself.

"It's troublesome." Hirakawa Masaki sincerely thanked Ango Sakaguchi for his meticulousness. If he was really asked to prepare the dishes for more than 300 people by himself, he would really be exhausted.

"We want to ask you." Ango Sakaguchi bowed, "Please let me know if you have any questions."

Hirakawa Masaki nodded.

Before Yuanyue's students arrived, he turned on the system and thought about what kind of cooking he was going to prepare.

He had already consumed a lot of energy by manifesting the healing butterfly before, and he probably estimated the remaining disposable energy and the San value of the wounded in different sizes, and considered taking various ingredients out.

Some people may ask, he has a lot of natural ingredients in his hand, and he can restore the san value without processing, why is it so troublesome, isn’t it good to have ready-made ones?

That was a waste of money.

Cooking is an art. The wonderful coordination and coordination of various ingredients, coupled with the cooking skills accumulated by the ancestors for thousands of years, and the blessing of the mysterious cooking heart, only in this way can the maximum potential of the ingredients be brought into play, and the final product can even be multiplied several times. effect!

Delicious ingredients, coupled with superb cooking skills, are the pinnacle of deliciousness.

Considering the number of wounded and some dishes that could not be eaten, Hirakawa Masaki decided to make some soup dishes.

After he made up his mind, he kept taking out various ingredients.

The staff who were still debugging various lines kept swallowing their saliva as they smelled the more intense aroma in the air.

Suddenly envious of people in quarantine!

"It's time to make a seafood soup and a mushroom soup. For the seafood soup, use [Kelp Nunchaku (Level 5)] to make the soup, add [Golden Jiwei Shrimp (Level 5)], [Star Abalone (Level 7)], [ Shark Fin Mushroom (Level 7)], well, let’s have some [Smoked Jellyfish (Level 7)]..."

Hirakawa Yaji muttered in a low voice, and the basin in front of him was gradually filled with various ingredients with different appearances.

At this time, the students of Yuanyue Tea Lao College arrived, they were the boys and girls from the Ji Xing Lao dormitory.

"Wow, what kind of ingredients are these, why have I never seen them before?!" Xing Ping Chuangzhen ran the fastest, and the first person who entered the door was attracted by the special ingredients, and exclaimed loudly.

Others such as Tian Suohui, Isshiki Hui, and Marui Zenji subconsciously looked over, and opened their mouths at the same time.

The most eye-catching thing is the golden base shrimp. The body of the shrimp is dazzling golden. In a food bowl with a diameter of one meter, it looks like a hill of gold. , also piled up a pot, while they look kawaii, as chefs, they can smell the exquisite aroma contained inside, just like being in a vast and deep ocean.

"What are these..." Ji Xing Liao was stunned. As outstanding students of top culinary schools, they were extremely ashamed that they didn't know any ingredients here.

Soil down.