The annual summer festival is about to begin, and Yokohama wakes up earlier than usual on this day.

At four o'clock in the morning, when the vehicles of Hirakawa Masaki and Kunikida Doppo merged into the main road from the quiet path, the brilliance of dawn was far away in the sky, but light gradually gathered around them. They are the main venues of summer festivals.

In the darkness, all directions merged into a road with a sea of ​​lights.

It wasn't until seeing this that people really realized—ah, the summer festival is about to begin!

A car next to Didi honked its horn.

Hirakawa Yaji recovered from the excitement of refreshing the gourmet illustrated book, and turned to look.

The window of the parallel vehicle lowered, revealing the figure of Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the window, waving his arms with great interest:

"Oh, Yaji-chan, what a coincidence!"

"Morning." Hirakawa Yaji nodded.

Through him, I saw Atsushi Nakajima, Izumi Kyoka, and Ranpo Edogawa in the car. Ranpo was sleeping soundly with a pillow in his arms, and the other two little ones were also yawning, as if they didn't sleep well last night. , only Dazai Zhi is full of energy.

"Aji, what delicious food did you prepare today?" Osamu Dazai asked curiously.

Kunikida Doppo, who was driving next to him, interjected, "If you want to eat, just say so."

Osamu Dazai curled his lips: "What are you eating? We eat working meals during normal working hours! Yaji sauce is our exclusive chef."

Today, everyone in the Butei Club is on duty at the summer festival's main stadium. Osamu Dazai said that the working hours are indeed correct.

"I prepared Pterosaur Ramen and Octopus Ramen in the morning, which are ingredients you haven't eaten before." Hirakawa Yaji answered the conversation and invited them with a smile: "Remember to come to No. 001 to find me later."

"Okay!" Osamu Dazai responded cheerfully, as if he wanted Kikuni Kida Doppo.

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When the vehicle goes up the mountain along the main road, the dawn falls on the shrine on the top of the mountain, which looks very sacred.

Two rows of light bamboos are cultivated on both sides of the road, and the warm light illuminates the mountain road. It is a long line, descending from the top of the mountain, like a winding dragon of lights. In a world without night lights, this light dragon in the dark Gives a shock that pierces the darkness.

At the intersection, the staff of the sponsor is already arranging the diversion of vehicles.

Hirakawa Masaki and Dazai Osamu waved their hands and separated temporarily.

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The summer festival, a festival with a more special meaning in this world, basically all the famous chefs in Yokohama came.

People will go up the mountain with floats and dance teams, and visit shrines to pray for the health of their families and success in their careers next year.

After visiting, the whole family will enjoy the specialty dishes presented by the most powerful chefs in the whole city in the spacious food court. While enjoying the food, they are waiting for the grand fireworks feast of the summer festival.

After the fireworks feast, there will be a bonfire party and a lively night market. In short, this night is a city that never sleeps.

The food court is on the flat ground at the top of the mountain. When Pingchuan Yaji came up, the whole square was already noisy. Food stalls, large and small, were already busy, and the air was filled with all kinds of delicious aromas.

Pingchuan Yaji walked through other stalls familiarly, the further inward, the more exquisite the stalls, and the higher the level of the chef.

The chefs coming and going saw him and greeted him warmly.

"Oh hi, Hirakawa-san."

"Mr. Hirakawa is here so early."

"What is Mr. Hirakawa going to do for this summer festival?"

"No.1 this time must be Hirakawa-kun, please be merciful."

He greeted his colleagues with a smile, as if they were guarded by everyone.

"Which restaurant is this person from? Why is everyone so flattering?"

A help chef who has just entered the industry is puzzled when he sees that the usually proud chef is so enthusiastic about a young man.

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, that's not flattery, it's respect." An old man quickly grabbed him and warned in a low voice.

"Respect? Why?"

"Because Mr. Hirakawa is our only special chef in Yokohama."

"Super chef?! I thought Yokohama didn't have a super chef. What's the name of his restaurant?"

"Hey, don't think about it. He is the exclusive chef of the legendary Armed Detective Agency. The reservation channel is at WGO. Except for large-scale events such as summer festivals, we don't want to see him face to face."

The chef sighed regretfully, he thought it was a new super chef, so he could pick up the leak.

"Also, do you know fantasy ingredients?"

"Of course I know. I heard that those are priceless delicacies. They are strategically reserved ingredients from various places, specially used to save people."

"But I heard that Mr. Hirakawa is the owner of Fantasy Ingredients."

The chef who just entered the industry couldn't help but gasp, looking at the very handsome young man not far away, his eyes quickly filled with respect, no wonder the chef is so flattering, it must be even more excessive to let him go to him.

Pingchuan Yaji politely declined all kinds of food presented by chefs, and his booth is in the middle of the entire food court - No. 001.

Before he arrived, he saw a familiar figure standing at the door, and said pleasantly, "Zhongye!"

Nakahara also turned around, smiled and hugged Hirakawa Yaji who was walking over happily.

"Why are you here?"

Hirakawa Yaji asked while pulling him into the booth.

It is said to be a booth, but it is actually a shop. After the curtain is drawn, people outside cannot see the inside.

Because it was closed, the lights were not turned on inside the booth, and Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled the curtains, and the light inside suddenly became dim. In the dimness, he pressed Hirakawa Yaji's shoulders, pushed him against the door panel, and lowered his head .

Outside the door panel, the busy preparation work was tedious and tedious, and the staff pushed the small carts and walked past the door again and again.

Across the door, the special chef, who had just been admired by everyone, was being pressed against the door panel in the dark and kissed until his legs went limp.

The breathing between the nostrils was intertwined, the soft lips gradually became hot, and the force of clasping his waist gradually increased.

Not seeing each other in a day is like three autumns, and now they haven't seen each other for two days. If it's been five or six years in the Regenerative Research Institute, I don't know how many autumns it will be.

Therefore, Zhongyuan Zhongye was particularly fierce this time.

The long kiss finally stopped when Hirakawa Yaji's eyes darkened. He leaned on Nakahara Chuya's neck and panted heavily. The fatigue and busyness of the past few days seemed to go away with this intimacy. go.

"I transferred jobs with my colleagues, and I will cooperate with you to take charge of the food court area today. There is a location very close to here, which is especially suitable for watching fireworks. We can go there together to watch the fireworks at 0 o'clock in the morning."

Nakahara Chuya put his chin against the top of his head and said warmly.

"Okay." Hirakawa Yaji's eyes sparkled.

He stretched his hand back and turned on the light, and the bright light fell on Nakahara Chuya's face. Only then did he see the black and blue under his eyes, and touched it with a bit of distress.

"It's okay, just stay here for two days, and then go back to catch up on sleep when it's over." Zhong Yuan Zhong also kissed him.

"Gululu" was speaking, and Nakahara Chuya's stomach made a protesting sound.

"You haven't had breakfast yet. Shall I make you a bowl of Copterosaurus ramen?" Hirakawa Yaji pushed Nakahara Nakaya aside and sat down. The main menu of the festival, you are the first guest today."

In the early morning, accompanied by the crisp sound of birdsong in the mountains and forests, the sun finally rises.

At booth No. 001, Nakahara Nakaya leaned on his chin, looked at the busy figure of Hirakawa Masaki, closed his eyes unconsciously, and breathed steadily.

Hirakawa Yaji was in front of the cooking counter, and a soup base made from the bones of Copterosaurus was simmering in a high-pressure soup pot as tall as one person.

In addition to the meat, the rich and mellow bones gradually refine the deepest essence and deliciousness under the action of high pressure. The clear water boils and gradually becomes milky white. There are thin oil stars floating on the milky white soup. .

Pingchuan Yaji "DuangDuang" beat three goose eggs, mixed them into flour, kneaded them into dough little by little, and put them in the Regenerative Research Institute to proof.

Ten yolk eggs slipped over the bottom of the pan, and the bright yellow fried eggs were put out for later use.

Emerald chives and garlic are sautéed in a pot, stir-fried for a few times, and the aroma is released. Pour in the broth, add sky radish and golden carrot to add a little natural sweetness, and then add thinly pulled ramen noodles, which are thin and slightly yellow. The ramen gradually softened in the thick white soup, soaked up the rich soup, and rolled in the soup.

Blanch two green leafy vegetables.

Stir up the ramen noodles and stack them, simply make a plate, put side dishes, fried eggs, pour hot soup, and finally scoop a spoonful of braised Copterosaurus meat prepared in advance, pour a A small spoonful of spicy oil for the soul.

The scalding hot soup instantly stimulates the spicy aroma of the oily pepper, mixed with the rich meat aroma, and the aroma is overflowing.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know when he fell asleep, he only knew that after taking a nap, he was awakened by the enticing fragrance.

In the dream, a bowl of thick and delicious ramen flashed in front of him, but he just couldn't eat it until he woke up anxiously.

Hirakawa Yaji couldn't hold back and served himself a bowl. Seeing Nakahara Nakaya woke up, the two of them sat opposite each other at the cooking table, and there was a blue and white sea bowl in front of them. The face of restraint.

Breaking apart the disposable chopsticks, Zhongyuan Zhong also fiddled with the topmost braised pterosaur meat, and picked out a chopstick ramen from the middle.

The strong ramen noodles were hung with soup and fiery red spicy peppers. He buried his head and inhaled like a whale absorbing water. The rich aroma of wheat, hot meat and spicy immediately occupied his mouth and poured into his empty stomach. After two days in the Central Plains, I couldn't help but sigh comfortably.

Only after eating the dishes of Hirakawa Yaji, can one realize how tortured it is to eat the canteen box lunch of Port Mafia, not to mention, now that he is hungry, the deliciousness is doubled.

The atmosphere is warm and comfortable.

Not long after, Osamu Dazai, Atsushi Nakajima and others came up the sightseeing cable car carrying the summer festival.

Hirakawa Yaji happened to finish eating and served them another kind of ramen.

Octopus ramen.

Octopus ramen is made from [Ramen Octopus], a ramen octopus that grows in low-temperature seawater. The top cover of the octopus is a bowl-shaped object, just like a bowl of ramen with octopus tentacles. Take it out of the seawater Finally, turn it over, as long as it is simply cooked and heated, it is an octopus-flavored ramen. *

For Edogawa Ranpo, this kind of ramen octopus is obviously more interesting and attractive than the concave jaw pterosaur ramen.

The chewy and smooth ramen is sucked into the mouth, chewing the Q-bomb octopus meat rich in protein, and taking a sip of the soup that blends the deliciousness of the ocean.

"It's delicious! More!" Atsushi Nakajima raised his hand with puffy cheeks, and there were already ten bowls placed beside him.

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