Natsume's Little Mister

Inside a beach house somewhere in Yokohama.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a shower, and casually put on a silver-gray silk bathrobe. The bathrobe that originally reached his calves could barely cover his knees.

He glanced at the bathrobe with distaste, picked up the red wine on the table and poured himself a drink.

The tips of his hair that had just taken a shower were still dripping water, and the drops of water sank into his collar, and there were faint crimson divine lines floating up from under his skin.

The red wine contained in the mouth stimulated the taste buds, and the Adam's apple rolled and fell into the stomach.

When alone, Nakahara Chuya's divinity became more and more prominent. The rock music of Lord Gun was still playing in the hall, and a few lines of lyrics lingered in his ears. He hummed along unconsciously, and his voice was full of alcohol. Tune.

"The world today is like

faded birdcage

……

Then put this ridiculous crime of unfreedom

How about kicking with a sneer

I will show you the ability to subvert the world

Hats fly in the dark" (1)

He felt the change in identity belatedly. In the past, he saw people in his eyes, but now, he sees everything.

The change in perspective made him uncomfortable for a while.

Drunkness surged up one after another, and Nakahara Chuya suddenly wanted to call a certain ex-partner, but he didn't dial out the phone while he was at hand.

If you look at the city from outside Yokohama at this time, you will find that the entire city is shrouded in a faint divine power, announcing the awakening of Aragami.

In the darkness, countless ghosts and monsters silently lowered their heads.

And in Natsume's mansion.

The night is as cool as water, and the light of the stone lanterns in the courtyard is faintly reflected in the shadows of the trees.

After Mr. Kitty left, Natsume was lying alone in the dark, surrounded by silence. He was a little unaccustomed to not having Mr. Kitty as a warm pillow.

I was very sleepy after working hard all day, but I didn't feel sleepy mentally.

He curled up sideways under the quilt, staring at a little light outside the window in a daze, and involuntarily recalled the conversation with Gojo Satoru not long ago in his mind.

"The plan will start soon, Natsume, is your body down?"

"No big problem, just take care of it."

"Natsume, you are the strongest shield and a vital part of our plan. We need you to recover and improve your strength as soon as possible."

"And the best way is for you to finish a new book as soon as possible, and it's best that this book can be hidden from that low person."

Gojo Satoru's calm voice echoed in his head.

"New book, do you still want to hide it from the people above?" Natsume hugged the quilt and sat up, lost in thought.

Adding these two requirements together, it seems that only a new vest can be opened, no, a pseudonym, and this new pseudonym should be separated from his previous pseudonym, so that people will not think of the two in the same place .

Natsume rubbed his forehead, feeling very headache. The two books he is currently writing are not strictly kept secret, and the news may have been revealed long ago.

So just in case, he had to conceive a new book, and this book had to be different from his style, and he had to finish it as quickly as possible.

"Doesn't this mean that I'm going to be separated?" Natsume snapped his fingers, feeling hopeless.

Then he thought about the various part-time jobs he had, and in an instant, Natsume wanted to quit.

For a moment, he had no intention of going to sleep at all, put on his coat and sat down at the desk.

Now let him count, what he needs to do next——

In terms of creation, three open.

As for the Butei Club, he had to go to work.

In terms of the magic world, he had to ensure the stability of Yokohama.

It's really well arranged during the day, night, and free time:).

want to strike...

It is impossible.

In the next few days, Natsume became obviously busy.

The birth of a new book requires not only hard work, but also the crucial flash of inspiration.

Natsume finally chose light novels as the scope of creation for the new pseudonym "Firefly".

After a few days of baldness (bushi), he finally found inspiration in Knotweed Yujin when he passed the kitchen one sunny morning after washing.

Natsume was stunned for a moment, standing at the door of the kitchen for a long time without leaving, holding a towel in his hand but forgot to wipe off the water droplets on his face.

Knotaba Yuhito, who was cooking, turned his head, looked at Natsume who was standing at the door, and asked doubtfully, "Natsume, what's the matter?"

Natsume shivered and woke up from the trance.

"It's okay—" Natsume said in a hurry, and trotted all the way into the study. During this process, there were countless ideas in his mind, and inspirations came up one after another.

He thought of the talents he had extracted from the end world before-the immersive writing appeal, painting talent and cooking talent.

Isn't such a combination just prepared for gourmet literature? !

It is a miracle to practice the taste of food through the talent of cooking, to show the food through painting, and to add immersive words!

Not only can food from all over the world be brought together in one article, but also each touching unit story can be elicited through each food.

The world is full of vicissitudes, ups and downs.

Natsume smiled lightly while writing his idea setting on the paper.

He wants to write a warm and healing food article.

According to the rule that the longer the name of the light novel, the better, the name is tentatively set as——

"I don't know how to cook, I opened a shop in front of Santuchuan Gate"

Natsume nodded in satisfaction, this was completely different from his previous style, relaxed and everyday.

After several days of preparation, Natsume finally started writing, and Xiuya's words left traces on the paper:

【"Grandma Juan's Red Bean Soup"

Before she died, her grandmother gave Ichiro a cookbook and entrusted him with the Koizumi family to be cooks for generations, hoping that he could pass on the cookbook.

That night, Ichiro couldn't hold back the curiosity when seeing off the people who came to grandma's funeral, and opened the cookbook.

It was a very strange cookbook. The paper was made of an unknown material, flexible to the touch, and every recipe in it was marked with the time, the earliest even being 500 years ago.

The low-cost recipes include delicacies that are so complicated that they need to be prepared for several months, as well as miso soup that is simply cooked with kombu sauce, covering specialties and folk snacks from all over the world.

"If donated to a museum, it will be an important historical reference, right?" Ichiro thought.

"Ding-dong-"

When he was in a trance, metal suddenly fell from the book and fell to the ground with a dull sound like a bell.

Startled, Ichiro lay down beside the bed and groped, when his fingertips touched a piece of cool and hard metal.

is a key.

To be precise, it was a key to a shop at the gate of Santuchuan.

In a trance, Koizumi Ichiro was surrounded by stars and stars, and when he reappeared, he was already in an ancient restaurant.

The recipe in hand is automatic without wind, turn to the homepage, and write it - Santu Sichuan Restaurant.

Turn to the next page and briefly describe the origin of this food shop.

Before entering Santuchuan, the spirits of the dead will have their last meal here. The boss is kind and will cook the most impressive dish for the dead souls. middle.

Invisibly, there is a sense of fate between life and death hidden in it.

"Tuk-tuk-"

The restaurant, which has been silent for an unknown period of time, ushered in the first knock on the door in the new century.

"Does the store have red bean soup? The kind that children like."

The familiar voice from behind the door made Ichiro tremble all over.

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Natsume continued to write, the first guest the protagonist of the story met was his grandmother who had just finished the funeral not long ago.

Overcoming the distance between life and death, relatives who are connected by blood meet in front of Santuchuan, and the story will slowly unfold.

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The author has something to say:

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I didn't expect Wen Chinese to be so difficult. . .Please bear with me if the writing is not good (Doxiaza)^Everyone seems to want to read this article a little bit, I put the pre-acquisition in my author’s column, but I don’t necessarily write it (maybe I will write it~), lie.jpg

(1) is the lyrics in the character song of Juya.

感谢在2021-01-1209:00:09~2021-01-1223:27:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Little Rabbit Zay 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 21 bottles of lost agreement; 5 bottles of a flower in Fuchuan, 1 bottles of lost people; [-] bottle of dirty human disqualification, Ting Zihe;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!