After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

319.

It was only when I entered the store that I realized that what Mr. Nakaya said about "the store is not big" was a modest resignation.

It's not that it's not big, it should be small.

Like all the old shops quietly located in the corners and alleys, waiting to be discovered, this ramen shop is very inconspicuous. Its only sign is the orange lantern with big characters of tonkotsu ramen at the door .

Lifting the curtain, just standing at the door is enough to see the entire store clearly.

"welcome!"

The boss who was cooking the noodles yelled vigorously, and when he looked up and saw Mr. Nakaya, his eyes lit up again and his tone became lighter.

"Oh! Mr. Nakahara, you are here again! You brought your girlfriend this time?"

eh eh?

How could everyone be so misunderstood.

An unnatural temperature began to appear on my face again.

It must be too hot in the store.

I stretched out my hand to fan the wind, and then simply tied up my hair with a rubber band.

Mr. Nakaya coughed uncomfortably, and then quickly said something to the boss.

Ok?

Louder, I can't hear you clearly!

I showed a black face with a question mark, and followed Mr. Chuya to the bar in confusion.

Hey, boss, why is your smile so strange?Why are you frowning at me like crazy!

As soon as we sat down, the boss came over with a smile all over his face. He lay down on the bar counter with his hands resting on his chin in a very girlish way.

"What would you like to eat, miss?"

"what......"

Uncle, don't be like this, I, I'm afraid!

The meat on the boss's face was all piled together, and he squeezed out a very simple and honest smile.

"How long have you known Miss Zhongyuan? What do you usually talk about? Is it the first time you come out to play?"

Whoa.

I can't stand this question three times in a row, hey!

I stuck my neck and stared at the boss, not knowing what to answer.

"Two servings of tonkotsu ramen, one bowl of noodles is harder, and the other bowl?"

Mr. Nakaya lowered his eyes and took off his hat and put it aside. After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes and glanced at the boss, and then turned his head to look at me.

I always feel that the way Mr. Nakaya looked at the boss just now is like the head teacher looking at the naughty children in his class...

Seeing this, the boss shook his head very regretfully, and then took back all the teasing expressions just now.

He picked up the towel on his shoulders and wiped his sweat, then smiled heartily and said, "What kind of noodles does Miss want?"

"Huh? Just be the same as Mr. Chuya!"

I was stunned for a moment before realizing belatedly that he was asking me how soft or hard the noodles should be.

By the way, this is the first time for me to visit this kind of shop. I vaguely remember that the ramen shops I have been to before usually don’t ask such questions...

The boss yelled at the back kitchen, and then I heard a few snappy responses.

The waiter brought two glasses of ice water, I thanked them in a low voice, took them and sipped them in small sips.

"Is Mr. Nakaya a regular visitor here?"

I always feel that the boss here is inexplicably familiar with Mr. Nakaya, and it doesn't look like he has only been here once.

Mr. Nakaya rubbed the glass slowly with his left hand, and the water on it turned into water droplets and fell on his black glove.

He withdrew his hand, gently twirling the fingertips of his index finger and thumb.

"Regular customers are not counted..."

"It's just that I came here a few times with Sister Hongye when I was not busy with work."

Miss Hongye?Is it that Ozaki Momiji who was in the garden with Mori-san last time?

Mr. Nakaya also seemed to feel my unfamiliarity with [Sister Hongye]. He glanced at me quickly, and then explained: "I was relatively young when I first joined the company, and Sister Hongye took good care of me."

Oh, it seems that Momiji-san is a senior whom Mr. Chuya respects very much.

But has Mr. Nakaya been working in a port logistics company for a long time?

Why do I feel that his tone sounds to me like "as if in another world"?

"I thought Mr. Nakaya had worked in a port logistics company for a few years."

I shifted my eyes from the original focus on Mr. Chuya to the glass in my hand, and there were three small and large ice cubes squeezed together, shaking slightly with my movements.

Then I saw that Mr. Chuya's movements froze, his hand holding the cup stopped in mid-air, and I felt that it was wrong to put it down, and it was wrong to continue to bring it to his mouth.

"...I am in a special situation."

Ok?

special?How special?

Is Mr. Nakaya a child laborer? !

The port logistics company is—so big!

Actually bullying minors?

My eyes gradually became shocked, and under my frightened expression, he spoke to affirm my thoughts.

"...Actually, I came out to work seven years ago."? ? ?

seven years ago?

15 years old!

The cat screamed.

Mr. Nakaya came out to work when he was 15 years old, and I was still obsessed with paper figures when I was 15 years old.

No.

This is not the point.

The important thing is that the port logistics company actually employs minors!

Mr. Nakaya must have been forced to sign some weird overlord contract with the port logistics company for the sake of living!

For example, if you work for me for 20 years, you will not be paid for these 20 years...

My eyes instantly changed from horror to pity.

Mr. Nakaya, who was young at the time, must have been deceived.

Now I guess I can't go if I want to.

I didn't expect well-known companies to be like this. Sure enough, we can't just look at the superficial scenery.

Alas, no wonder grandpa left the company in the first place.

"What are you thinking about..."

Mr. Nakaya knocked his water glass on the edge of the bar, stared at a pair of dead fish eyes and asked me in a flat tone.

I patted him on the shoulder with great grief.

"Mr. Chuya, it's not easy for you."

"Sashi???"

The boss came over with two steaming bowls of ramen and interrupted what Mr. Chuya wanted to say.

"Thank you uncle!"

After I took the ramen, I immediately focused on the food and took a spoonful of the soup first.

The salty soup slides down the throat and into the stomach, and the unique aroma of pork bones smacks on the tip of the tongue.

Well!

As expected of Mr. Chuya!

Sure enough, Mr. Chuya brought me to the right place!

Mr. Nakaya looked at me completely immersed in the delicious food, as if I had forgotten what I just said, first hesitated to speak, and then picked up the chopsticks as if giving up.

Sure enough, the food diversion method will never fail!

Completely relieved, I began to devote myself to eating delicious food.

The hard noodles are very resilient after cooking, and even have a little springiness, so they don't feel greasy after eating.

Once again, I deeply felt how correct Mr. Chuya's decision was.

The portion of this tonkotsu ramen is really a bit big. I even ate the noodles and soup, and I started to feel full after eating half of it.

I looked at the remaining half bowl of noodles, put down my chopsticks with great regret, and took a paper towel aside to wipe my mouth.

No way, although it is delicious, I don't want to stretch myself.

I turned my head and found that Mr. Chuya had finished eating at some point and was drinking water one mouthful at a time.

As soon as I stared at him for two seconds, Mr. Chuya turned his head quickly and happened to meet my eyes.

I always feel that when he looks at me, his momentum will change inexplicably.

If I had to describe it, it would probably be the feeling that a cat's pupils were originally as thin as needlepoints, but they magnified in an instant...

His expression relaxed, and he picked up his coat like an ordinary young man who can be seen everywhere on the street.

"Let's go? Take you to the Ferris wheel?"

I nodded and put my gloves on my coat.

That's right.

This time I came prepared, I prepared my coat!

No matter how long Mr. Nakaya takes me to drive, I can stand it!

The boss smiled again, and waved us out of the shop.

As soon as he got to the locomotive, Mr. Chuya's phone rang suddenly.

He answered the phone at the side and didn't know what he was talking about, so I leaned on the locomotive and looked at the moon and stars.

This was originally a very peaceful and beautiful picture, but it was broken by the uninvited guest.

"Shiina Saki!"

When I am relaxing, when I hear someone calling my name, I always get a shock all over my body inexplicably.

I took a quick step to the side, then turned around.

No way.

Is it really that bad luck?

What is Sayuri? Hey!

Sayuri rushed over wearing a tight little black dress and holding a bag studded with diamonds.

Looks like she's trying to beat me up here.

Soon, however, she noticed that there was someone else besides me.

Mr. Nakaya was obviously also surprised by her sudden appearance, he quickly told the person on the other end of the phone something and then hung up the phone.

He quickly walked over and stood by my side, staring at the aggressive Sayuri with displeasure.

Sayuri was not frightened by his sharp eyes or indifferent manner, on the contrary, she looked even more surprised after Mr. Nakaya appeared.

"It's you!"

She trotted two steps quickly and came over, the expression of gnashing her teeth and wanting to hit me just now disappeared, replaced by the admiration and obsession for Mr. Nakaya.

"Please give me your phone number, handsome!"

Alas!so direct?

Not even a fake greeting?You just come up and ask for a number?

I quickly turned my head to look at Mr. Nakaya's expression, not wanting to let go of the slightest change in it.

Then I saw Mr. Nakaya frowning in confusion, as if he didn't understand why Sayuri did this.

"Sorry, I don't have a cell phone."

Um? ? ? ? ?

Mr. Nakaya, is your excuse really okay?Is it too perfunctory? Hey!

Your phone is still in your hand!

Sayuri was dumbfounded for a moment.

She pointed to Mr. Chuya's cell phone and said, "Ah...then, what is that?"

Mr. Chuya's trick is wonderful.

He looked in the direction of Sayuri's finger, then put the phone in his pocket as if nothing had happened.

"I do not have a phone."

He repeated the sentence again in a very cold tone.

"you..."

I guess Sayuri must be so shocked that she doesn't know what to say now.

She just spit out the words "you" and "this" repeatedly in a daze, and couldn't even utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Mr. Nakaya didn't seem to want to continue entangled with her any longer, he stepped directly on the motorcycle, twisted the handle twice and started the car.

Thinking of the huge roar, Mr. Chuya put his foot on the ground, looked back at me and said loudly: "Saxi, get in the car."!

Sayuri began to stare blankly at me.

Gee tut.

I couldn't help but smile on my face.

So I happily jumped into the back seat, and put my arms around Mr. Nakaya's thin waist very naturally.

"You...you're not saying you're not..."

Sayuri has finally mastered her language function, but she does speak in a soft voice like Fujimoto.

I could probably guess what she wanted to say, so I leaned over and leaned into her ear and said, "Not yet."

"He's not my boyfriend yet."

I raised my body and saw the word "shattered" in Xiao Lily's eyes.

Then very rarely, I showed a malicious smile.

Don't blame me, Mr. Chuya's operation is too amazing.

#As long as I say I don't have a mobile phone, I don't have a mobile phone#

#The phone you see is not a real phone#

Sayuri stretched out her hand as if she wanted to grab Mr. Nakaya's sleeve and say something, but Mr. Nakaya just happened to start the car at this moment, and my head was pressed against Mr. Nakaya's back. .

320.

It was completely dark when Mr. Chuya took me to the Ferris wheel.

I looked at the dark Ferris wheel and suddenly felt a little confused.

"Mr. Nakaya, the shop will close early after this order?"

Um, is Mr. Chuya going to take me inside and open the facility privately?

Whoa.

This scene is a bit like what would appear in a school idol drama.

The rebellious hero took the well-behaved heroine over the wall to the amusement park, opened the facility privately and had a wonderful date, and ended up being sent to the police station.

Thinking of this, I was silent for a while.

Ugh, as romantic as it is, forget it.

Mr. Zhongya's voice was high, and there was a little smile at the end: "It's not closed, but I cleared the scene."

Ok?

What kind of money ability is this?

When Mr. Nakaya took me all the way to the door, the speed of the car increased instead of decreasing. Just when I thought we were about to hit it, the iron door slowly opened.

And then everything that follows is like something that happens in a movie.

The street lamps and facilities were lit up one by one, and the small colored lights hung on the fence like colorful fruits.

Then came the most conspicuous, Yokohama's most conspicuous landmark lit up like the eyes of a giant dragon.

It stands on this piece of land, with transparent carriages one after the other, which look like delicate crystal products under the light of the goose yellow light.

Staff in red uniforms stood quietly waiting for us at the entrance.

After Mr. Nakaya parked his car, the man greeted him.

He bowed respectfully and greeted: "Mr. Zhongyuan."

Mr. Chuya nodded, and then led me into the compartment that had been prepared for us.

After I sat down, I put my hands on my knees securely.

Not because I'm well-behaved, but because I'm a little nervous.

The night view of Yokohama is really beautiful.

I climbed slowly to the top of the Ferris wheel, looking aimlessly at the brightly lit city below.

"Are you still happy?"

Mr. Chuya suddenly spoke up.

I turned my head, and the faint yellow light was reflected in Mr. Nakaya's blue eyes, like a dim yellow paper lantern floating on the sea.

"Well, I'm very happy."

My attention was all focused on Mr. Chuya's face, and I didn't even have time to think about what I said.

Maybe it's because it's a little late, I started to have some strange thoughts.

Just now Sayuri's straightforward approach to strike up a conversation suddenly appeared in my mind.

Maybe I should be more direct too?

"Sashi?"

Mr. Chuya seemed to have noticed my strangeness, and he looked at me worriedly.

I see myself in his eyes.

A self with a slightly dazed expression and even moist eyes.

My breathing became unstable, as if something was urging me to speak, I opened my mouth.