Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 20 Concerns about the S-Class
Lu Mingfei sat down in front of the Avalokitesvara statue.

There are ghost Buddhas burning with blue flames in many places in Weiming, praying to the ghost Buddha, he can recover from his injuries.

Therefore, he has a feeling of gratitude for the Buddha statue. Although the one here is not a Buddha statue but Avalokitesvara, he also prays with awe.

He was looking forward to a response, but Guanyin might have a business to help, or maybe he didn't want to go to work today, but nothing happened anyway.

Walking out of the main hall, he asked for a limited number of guards.

An amulet is like an amulet that has been illuminated in a temple, but it is only valid for one year.

Every year you need to replace a ward, and different wards have different functions.

For example, if you want to improve your studies, you can buy an academic certificate, and a mother who is going to give birth needs to bring a birth certificate, and you can’t buy it indiscriminately.

Lu Mingfei asked for a study code, which contained scriptures transcribed by monks.

The monk told him that after wearing it for a year, if he feels that his wish has come true, he can take it back to the temple to renew his divine power.If you don't feel like you're getting what you want, burn it.

He hoped that the courses in American universities would not be too difficult. He heard that Americans practiced an educational model that starts with sweetness and then bitterness.

The courses before the university were very relaxed, from nine to three, and I was tossing around in my free time. Once I entered the university, the courses became tense.

American parents will no longer provide tuition and living expenses for their children when they are in college. They have to work hard to earn scholarships while studying hard to get credits to avoid being ordered to drop out of school.

Of course, children can also borrow money from their parents, but they have to pay it back after work, which must include interest.

Books in the United States are very expensive, and a brand new textbook can be sold for $200, which is unimaginable for Chinese students.

The students are not idiots, so naturally they don't want to pay such a high price to buy a textbook that is only used for one semester. Most of them rent a second-hand textbook in the market and return it when they run out.

Lu Mingfei didn't worry about this problem. Professor Guderian paid for his tuition and books. After deducting these expenses from the 36000 US dollars, the remaining money was enough for him to spend a lot of money.

He wandered around Sensoji Temple for a long time, and asked the monks about the legend of "Weiding" and "Sakura Dragon" with the words he had practiced a long time ago.

The whole morning passed like this, and he got nothing, and the eminent monks of Sensoji Temple couldn't help him.

Helpless, he could only solve the lunch problem first.

Genji Heavy Industries, Building Office.

In front of Yuan Zhisheng was a paper document with the title "S-Class Lu Mingfei" written in bold characters.

As early as May, he got the file.

As the executive officer of the Japanese branch of Kassel College, he has the right to see this top-secret file.

"Crow, what do you think?" He raised his head and looked at the man standing beside him.

"I can't see through him, young master."

"This resume is too ordinary. Will S-rank be such an ordinary person?"

Yuan Zhisheng originally wanted to say "such a waste", but it would be a foolish thing to jump to conclusions too early.

"What do you think he came to Japan for?" he asked again.

"Maybe he just came here for tourism." Crow said, "He's a freshman, he hasn't even entered school yet, I think he just wants to go to the maid cafe in Akihabara to eat a bowl of omelet rice with the magic of love on it."

"That makes sense." Yuan Zhisheng nodded: "Didn't his resume say that his favorite thing to do is to play games and watch the latest Japanese anime at home."

Yuan Zhisheng stood up and looked at the Tokyo Tower in the distance from the tall building, "It makes sense, but I thought that the S-ranks were all strong and domineering men like Principal Angers, not an otaku who likes paper people."

"Maybe he still needs to work on it."

"Geniuses don't need to be tempered. From the day they were born, they announced their birth. I prefer to believe that he is a knife that cuts off the edge."

"But he looked more like a little potato just dug out, covered in mud."

"Pay attention to his movements at any time, and report to me if there is any abnormality. If he is really here to travel, then don't disturb him and let him enjoy the beauty of Sakura Country."

"Yes, my lord."

The crow receded, Yuan Zhisheng looked back at the file again, wondering what he was thinking.

Near the subway entrance, Lu Mingfei found a ramen stall, which was a small wooden cart with only two wheels.

The two uncles pushed the car one after the other and parked on the side of the street.

Unlike domestic street stalls, their wooden carts look very old, but they are not dirty or oily, and they only give people a sense of the changing times.

Lu Mingfei doesn't like to go to those high-end places, it doesn't match his temperament, he should just sit on the small bench at the street stall and eat the delicious food from the street stall.

However, all the small carts in Japan have business licenses, and in most cases, you can eat them with confidence.

The small cart was parked on the side of the street, and the iron frame firmly fixed it on the ground. The uncle took down a red flag and hung it horizontally on the top of the cart. There were large white characters on it, which should be a small stall. signboard.

The uncle took out several benches from the cart, and put down the wooden board in front of the signboard, revealing the cooking pot and seasoning.

The stall can't accommodate too many people because there are only five benches.

Prices are written on a white board: "Standard ramen 700", "Chashu 900".

It's not expensive, but it's not cheap either.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei was a wealthy man, so he stepped forward and asked in broken Japanese, "Do you have any recommendations?"

"Just one ordinary ramen, one standard ramen." The uncle took out the pickled radish and chopped green onion while cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks.

"The one without barbecued pork?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Char Siew Noodles taste good, but you know, the price is a bit expensive."

"Haha, are you caring about me?" Lu Mingfei smiled happily.

Unexpectedly, there are still people who dislike customers who buy expensive noodles.

"It seems that there is no need for this." The uncle fished out a piece of whole char siu tied with a mesh rope from the steaming soup pot, "Would you like some char siew noodles?"

"Of course, add another side."

"Please sit down and wait."

Lu Mingfei sat in front of the stool and watched the uncle skillfully make ramen.

The dining area is the lowered wooden board, where you can sit and watch the whole process of your ramen from order to completion.

The uncle took out the prepared noodles from the side drawer and threw them into the rich hot soup. Then he took out a marinated egg and cut it in half. The blue safety scissors easily cut the net rope of the char siew.

After he cuts the char siu, the noodles are almost ready.

Once the colander is in the soup, the yellow dough will fall into it, and after a little bit of water, the dough will enter the bowl of the sauce.

Sprinkle with chopped green onion and pickled radish, put char siew and sliced ​​marinated egg on top, and the hot ramen is done.

"Please use it slowly." The uncle held the bowl with both hands and brought the noodles in front of Lu Mingfei, as well as a pair of disposable chopsticks.

"I'm starting it." Lu Mingfei thought to himself that this is really similar to Yile Ramen. He took apart the chopsticks and tasted it with gusto.

The flow of people shuttled around him, and some people sat down to order. This small stall seemed to be a temporary haven, allowing busy people to stop and rest for a while.

(End of this chapter)