Police Chen Shu

Since this was the first time he invited Zhang Yang to dinner, Chen Shuteng chose a rather high-end Japanese restaurant whose price per person made him feel uncomfortable. I’ve never been here, but judging from the 4.9-point rating on Dianping, it should be a treasure store.

According to the address he had written down in advance through the navigation software on his mobile phone, Chen Shu parked his motorcycle at the entrance of a small business district dominated by high-end restaurants.

City Island.

Zhang Yang got out of the car first and gently took off his helmet, revealing a delicate face.

As the helmet was taken off, a head of beautiful long black hair fell down like a waterfall, fluttering gently in the breeze, exuding a fragrance that Chen Shu could not refuse.

She put the helmet on the back seat, then used her white, long fingers to arrange her scattered hair, combing it and shaking her head, so that every strand fell just right on her shoulders.

She walked gracefully across the front of the motorcycle with light steps, inadvertently outlining her tight body curves. Every movement revealed her confidence and charm as a popular female reporter.

Even though the appearance of the Internet celebrity host has been removed at this moment, it still firmly attracts the lingering glances of passers-by from time to time.

Chen Shu, who was still sitting on the motorcycle, was also stunned. He had never seen this kind of mature and elegant confidence in other young girls, not one of them.

"Brother Shu, let's go in for dinner."

Zhang Yang stood on tiptoes with his hands behind his back, turned his head playfully, and looked at Chen Shu with a smile, his eyes full of warmth and smile.

The evening breeze blew through the small street, and the woman's voice was like a beautiful note, floating in the night sky, warming the heart of the man.

Before eating, Chen Shu felt a little drunk.

"Come on, Yangyang, let's go eat Japanese food."

After parking the car, Chen Shu quickly walked a few steps and walked side by side with Zhang Yang. The two chatted about interesting things about their work during the day and the current trend of live broadcasting.

Out of the corner of his eye, he searched for the Japanese food store that he had reserved. Chen Shu acted as naturally as possible, but seeing the two of them walking back and forth twice, they were surprised not to find this store.

Chen Shu even secretly wondered if he was blind and had read the wrong address.

Helpless, he could only take out his mobile phone and read the reservation information again, then cut out the navigation software and clicked "walk".

The phone then made a mechanical sound.

"Start the walking navigation, starting from the current location and heading east along Gushan Road."

"The destination has been reached and is on your left. Welcome to use Amap Navigation."

Click, click.

Chen Shu opened the navigation software stupidly, and then followed it for two steps. As a result, he was prompted to reach his destination.

They had been here before. On the left was a blank white wall, and they couldn't see clearly what was inside. On the right was a flower shop, with a parking lot in front, and there was no sign of a Japanese food shop at all. .

He turned his head to the left and stared at the white wall with no decorations. He looked up at the small door leading to the parking lot, turned his head and looked at the colorful flower shop for a while, and finally looked down at the navigation on the screen of his mobile phone that said "Destination has been reached". interface.

Officer Chen Shuchen, a veteran investigator, people's defender, and elite commando, was completely restless. He even wanted to call the store to ask where the Japanese food store was.

He had never encountered this kind of situation since installing navigation on his mobile phone, especially when there was a beautiful woman standing next to him, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

Suddenly a burst of fragrance floated into the nose, and a black head appeared in front of Chen Shu and the mobile phone.

"Hey, this is the store. I know the way."

Zhang Yang came over, took Chen Shu's right hand, walked a few steps forward, and then made a 360-degree turn behind the white wall.

A medium-sized black door appeared in front of me.

There are two small characters on the white wall to the right of the black door: Yuan Xi.

It was the Japanese restaurant that Chen Shu booked on Dianping.com.

"Why is this guy hiding so deep? Those who didn't know better thought it was a private club specially prepared for leaders." Finally finding the door, Chen Shu couldn't help but awkwardly joked, "So you've eaten at this restaurant before."

After saying that, he realized it again. When he parked the car, he told Zhang Yang to go eat Japanese food. Then the two of them walked around the park twice but never came in.

If he hadn't been unable to take out his phone to check the location of the store in the end, or was planning to call the store for guidance, Zhang Yang might not have led him in.

This great reporter has really high emotional intelligence and is very good at taking care of his face.

"Well, let's go."

Zhang Yang agreed softly, thinking that the two of them walking on the street just now felt really reassuring and happy. If Chen Shu took out his mobile phone, she would still want to walk around a few more times without leaving any trace.

As soon as the two entered the door, the lights were dim and a large area of ​​waist-high grass looked like long grass swaying in the wind in the room that looked like the front hall. A long white wall directly in front projects a video of the rough seaside, as if shrouding the entire space in a mysterious atmosphere.

It doesn't look like what a restaurant should look like at all.

Chen Shu took a closer look and said, Oh my god, isn't the grass that I thought was wheat?

Large tracts of golden wheat fluttered gently in the wind, swaying slightly one after another like ocean waves. There were also several warm light lamps placed in the wheat field, shining a heart-warming yellow light.

A long corridor paved with wooden floors runs all the way from the middle of the wheat field, ending at a spiral staircase and a small black door on the second floor.

Chen Shu couldn't help but sigh: "Yangyang, this price is probably all spent on decoration."

Zhang Yang covered his mouth: "Brother Shu, the omakase here is very good."

Oh, my god?

Chen Shu didn't understand it at first. He just felt that it was described in English in a Japanese restaurant. It sounded a little strange to his ears, but he felt relieved when he thought about the "receptive" look of people in his childhood.

Maybe people like to use English to set off their Japanese food?

Is this called foreign flavor?

It definitely doesn't smell like onions anyway.

Seeing Chen Shu's confusion, Zhang Yang patiently explained: "Omakase is a form of dining, not a category of cuisine. To put it simply, there is no menu, and the chef decides what food to serve to the guests."

After the two went upstairs, they opened the door and saw a waiter standing behind the door.

His attitude was quite good, and he welcomed the person into the small box next to him with a smile.

A small door, a small entrance hall, a small corridor. After entering the door, I turned around and entered the box on the side before taking two steps.

I have to say that if you are young, you may have stayed on the island for too long. This layout makes it difficult to get up. The eating area is so small that even turning around is quite awkward.

According to the per capita price on Dianping, even with a 10% discount, any roadside dining place will be much more spacious than this.

Fortunately, the private room was pretty good and the two of us could sit comfortably without feeling suffocated.

Glancing at Zhang Yang who was studying the "Banquet" menu on the table with great interest, Chen Shu felt slightly relieved.

Ever since he learned that men and women were not allowed to be intimate more than twenty years ago, Chen Shu could count with his fingers the number of times he had gone out to eat alone with women.

Yes, still a hand!

As for the number of fingers, I am embarrassed to mention them.