Yokohama old father writes book daily

In the back kitchen of a western restaurant, the owner hummed an unknown tune and wiped the stove with a rag that couldn't be washed off.

It's three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and almost no one would choose to eat at this time, so the owner made full use of the time to clean up the filthy stove.

The opportunity for him to suddenly have this kind of industriousness comes from Xiaozhi. The red-haired man said hello to him this morning and revealed that he will publish a work called "The Good Couple" in the near future.

He had known for a long time that Xiaozhi's ambition was to write, but the news was still a double shock.

One is that it is unbelievable that a super newcomer who has never even participated in a literary award can go directly to publishing.

The second is that Xiaozhi actually advertises for the couple Shanzai for free, and the title of the book is set as that store. Isn't Xiaozhi's favorite western restaurant anymore?

This is really an unprecedented crisis, and the shop owner seldom reflected on himself: Has he been too lazy in recent years?

Just like anyone who drinks chicken soup, there will be a period of high and positive emotions, and the owner of the shop suddenly has the urge to do something.

Things like redecorating the storefront or improving cooking skills cost money and time. The owner gave up without even thinking about it, and finally came up with the idea of ​​cleaning the back kitchen.

He carefully cleaned the stove, disinfected all the kitchen utensils, cleaned the wall tiles, and swept the floor carefully. Finally, he was so tired that he stretched his back and gasped for breath.

There is no way, after all, he is old, and he does not maintain the habit of exercising like Xiaozhi, his belly is so big that he seems to have been pregnant for several months.

Holding his stomach and admiring his masterpiece for a while, the owner washed his face, dried his hands, took off his apron and walked out of the back kitchen.

Someone sat in his shop at some point.

The shop owner was taken aback, and first looked at his shop door, he remembered that he had locked it.

The store door was normally closed, but the lock part disappeared.

"Excuse me, I'm a little hungry. Could you please give me a curry rice? I heard that the curry rice here is very delicious, so I came here specially." The person sitting raised his hand.

Because of the habit he had developed from opening the shop all the year round, the shop owner subconsciously agreed, and then looked at the person carefully.

It was a black-haired man with a slightly sick complexion, his eyes were blue and black, and he was also wrapped in a thick coat in a heated western restaurant, with a white felt hat on his head, as if he was not in good health .

The shopkeeper expressed his doubts in his heart: "I remember I locked the door."

The man raised his head, revealing a pair of listless purplish eyes: "Really? I don't know, I just opened the door and came in at random. Isn't it business hours now?"

"That's not true." If there is a business coming to the door, it must be picked up. The shopkeeper put away his doubts for the time being. "Curry will be more spicy, can you accept it as a guest?"

"Well, yes." The man nodded indifferently, his eyes drooping down on the table, looking in a bad mood.

As usual, the shop owner must express his concern for the health of the guests, but he is not thinking about the lock right now, and he has no intention of giving more care to others, so he said please wait a moment and returned to the back kitchen department Apron for curry rice.

After serving the curry to the guests, the owner scratched his head and checked all the places where the locks might have fallen, and finally had to accept the reality that the locks of his shop disappeared mysteriously.

Was it stolen by a petty thief?But what's the use of a thief stealing a lock?

Thinking about it, I always feel that something is not right.

The owner returned to the only customer at the moment, and asked tentatively, "Is the customer a foreigner?"

"Well, yes."

"You speak Japanese really well."

"Thank you." The man smiled lightly, but that smile always gave people an unnatural feeling, as if there was some kind of malice inside, and it seemed to be just a masked fake smile.

The shopkeeper paused slightly while pinching the fingers of the apron, and continued to ask in a pretentious manner: "Are you traveling to Yokohama? Are there any sights to watch?"

The man nodded lightly: "It's indeed a trip. I've been to all the famous attractions, and I like them very much. Can you recommend more unknown attractions for me?"

"Hahaha, I understand what you mean, you want to find a good place in the eyes of the locals, right?" The shopkeeper smiled, suddenly a little bit troubled.

To be honest, he himself guards the store every day, and he lives a very homely life. Most of the time he goes out to contact for purchases. He really doesn't know where Yokohama is a good place to visit now.

But you have to hold on at times like this, don't you?He turned his head and thought of a good answer: "Has the guest ever been to the couple?"

"I haven't been there, I heard it's a dessert shop?"

"Yes, there is a small reputation there now, but it's not particularly famous. If you go there now, you will definitely not suffer a loss."

The man's purple-red eyes turned slightly. Although he was still not energetic, he could give others a sense of satisfaction that he was listening attentively: "Please don't be secretive. Why do you say that the couple Shanzai will become a big hit in the future?"

"Because there will be a book titled "The Kindness of the Couple" coming out soon. If you are still in Yokohama at that time, you might as well buy a copy. I know the author very well, so I might be able to get an autograph for you." Answer with honor.

While talking, he walked to the other side of the man without a trace, looking for an angle to peep at the man's thick clothes.

If it is locked, is it hidden under the clothes?

The man readily agreed and ate the curry bite by bite, seemingly unaware of the shopkeeper's prying eyes.

After finishing eating, the man put the tableware in order and nodded in praise: "It is indeed a delicious curry, simple and exquisite, and the spicy feeling is just right."

The man pays the bill.In that split second, the shopkeeper swore he saw a little glint of metal.

The lock must be on this guest!

The shopkeeper suddenly had the urge to stop the person no matter what, and he didn't know why he cared so much about it.

In fact, An Anfen has been running a small shop for so many years, he has already mastered harmony and wealth, and he never cares about things.Sometimes if you suspect that someone has stolen the money, you will not go directly to A, but remember your physical characteristics and then go to Hong Kong gangsters to complain and recover it.

He had long forgotten how to write the word "impulse", but at this moment, his mind was filled with the urgency that it would be too late to catch up with the guests after they left.

Even if there is no evidence, at least you have to try it out to feel at ease.

The owner pretended not to notice that the ground was slippery, and staggered and fell towards the customer.

Of course he won't fall hard. After all, he and the guest are a bit different in size, and it would be bad to smash them. He just wants to reach out and touch it while the body is in contact, to verify whether the metal reflection is a lock or not.

He was gently supported by a pair of slender hands.

With a smile on his face, the guest said with concern: "Are you all right? Be careful with your feet."

The store manager nodded blankly.He failed to fall, but he also saw clearly the moment the opponent raised his hand. The reflection was not the lock, but...

"By the way, just call me Fyodor." The man smiled.

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When it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon, the red-haired man walked into the western restaurant in a familiar way.

He really didn't enjoy eating curry in another world, so after he came back to settle down with the children, he decided to eat curry every day for a week, and came here on time today at meal time.

The western restaurant is the same as usual, no, it seems to be a lot cleaner than usual.Did the owner clean it today?

The red-haired man thought, and greeted the shopkeeper.

When the shopkeeper saw him, he wrinkled his big smile lines, obviously he was in a good mood: "Sure enough, Xiao Zhi is here again, just you waiting for you."

wait for me?

The shopkeeper smiled and waved back: "Fyodor, come quickly and meet my friends."

The red-haired man looked over wonderingly, and immediately remembered Fyodor when he saw Fyodor's face clearly.

I have seen it before.And impressive.

The shop owner enthusiastically introduced to both sides: "Fyodor, this is Sakunosuke Oda, I usually call him Xiaozhi, don't look at him blankly, he is actually very smart. Xiaozhi, this is Fyodor , a foreign tourist who came from afar and is an editor by profession."

As he said that, the shop owner winked at the red-haired man: "The editor must have a lot to talk to, right? Let's get to know each other better, and I'll make curry for you."

The owner of the shop kept his words smooth and smooth, and went to the back kitchen after he finished speaking. He didn't give the red-haired man a chance to refuse at all, and he had a strong sense of being a pimp.

But the red-haired man didn't intend to resist. He sat opposite Fyodor, feeling a little speechless.

He knew that the owner of the store was kind enough to let him know the editor and expand his literary contacts.But is there anything to talk about after meeting?

Fyodor always raised his lowered eyes, and looked at the red-haired man carefully: "Can I call you Xiaozhi like the shop owner? It feels like a very kind name."

"Yeah," said the redhead, convinced he was just making a meaningless noise.

But Fyodor didn't mind at all: "Correspondingly, Xiaozhi can also call me Fei Jia. I heard that Xiaozhi is publishing for the first time. It seems that no articles have been circulated before?"

The red-haired man finally became a little distressed, he couldn't deal with the familiar at all.

The consequence of not being good at chatting is to become an answering machine that can only answer questions: "Yes, I didn't intend to publish an article at first, but what I wrote was accidentally read by someone from the literary club, saying that I should do it anyway. publishing."

"That's amazing. Xiaozhi hasn't even participated in the newcomer award. There is a literary club willing to publish it directly without a little reputation. It's like sailing in the dark night without a little light. It's extremely risky. So the upcoming publication It must be a great masterpiece, right?"

"I don't know, it's just a story for me." The red-haired man felt slightly offended.

Fyodor chuckled a few times: "Please don't mind, because I have been waiting for your work for a long time. I have been looking forward to it since I learned that you are a writer that night."

The red-haired man fell silent.Did this person really recognize him?It seems that the comer is not good.

But Fyodor immediately changed the topic, as if he didn’t intend to repeat the old story, he took out a metal pen from his pocket, and twirled it with his fingertips: “When your work comes out, I will buy a pen. This collection, can you sign a sentence with this pen and give it to me?"

The red-haired man always felt that the metal pen was too reflective. Although it was shiny and beautiful, it was easily distracting, and it was not a pen suitable for writing.

"What do you want to sign?"

Fyodor thought for a while, and said, "'The one who can deceive himself the most will live the happiest life.' Well, that's the sentence."

The red-haired man stared at the other party, and made some guesses: "I thought of it on the spur of the moment?"

"Yes, I thought of it on the spur of the moment." Fyodor nodded with a smile, as if glad that he was seen through. "How did Xiaozhi know?"

"It's just intuition."

The chat ended here, the red-haired man took the plate from the owner, ignored the reflection of the pen, buried his head and began to enjoy the curry.

Sure enough, the best food in the world is still curry.Next time, I will make my own special curry that I learned in Yinshi, and give it to the owner to try.

The shopkeeper stood aside boredly, complaining about the mysterious disappearance of the door lock.

"Do you need my help?" the red-haired man raised his head and asked.

"No need, it's just a lock." The owner smiled and waved his hand, completely forgetting about the lock, and went to greet the new arrivals.

In the end, Fyodor forced the red-haired man with the shiny fountain pen, saying that it would be a good deal in exchange for the autograph of the future famous artist.