Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

The hem of the dark green cloak was held by the girl in her hands, as if she was pulling the string of a kite.

Suguang Tiechang lowered his head and looked at her quietly.

Looking into those clear light-colored eyes, Gan Cha said solemnly:

"I will definitely make a dish that satisfies Mr. Tiechang!"

Surprised by the girl's sudden change of address, the brown-haired youth was slightly taken aback; then he frowned suspiciously because of the speech that followed.

"Do you care about this?"

He said confusedly, "I don't think your cooking is bad."

It sounds like that, but Gancha will not be deceived by him anymore.

"Oh?"

The girl curled her lips: "So, how does it compare to soy sauce latte?"

A thoughtful look suddenly appeared on the handsome face, and Suehiro Tiechang lowered his eyelashes, thinking seriously.

"...No, please don't answer yet."

The girl gasped and said.

She didn't want to hear any answer.The moment she asked this question, she had failed completely.

How pathetic is her cooking that she needs to compete with that kind of thing?

Gancha turned her face away, let go of her hand, and let the dark green cloth hang down naturally.

There was no wrinkle left on the dungaree military uniform.Instead, it was the slender fingers that the girl placed on her lap. After being worn by the rough texture on them, a few faint red marks appeared on the fair skin.

I heard she can use a gun.

Looking at the slowly fading traces, Suehiro thought, how did such a hand pick up a gun?

"Although I said that, Mr. Iron Chang's taste is really elusive..."

In the courtyard of Fuze House, the girl sat cross-legged on the stone pavement, with a water-proof cloth on her knees, holding a shallow long wooden box, and sighed long.

On the distant porch, Luanbu happily leaned on the recliner, shaking the ice cubes of plum juice in the glass.

Next to the girl, Seiichi Yukimura, who was studying the packaging in sandy loam, chuckled.

"Then why don't you care about the taste?"

He happily suggested: "Since he likes to mix food of the same color together and has a strange taste, I think he might appreciate our three new types of pure-color punishment drinks."

"Ah, are you talking about the magic food that Gan and Liu Jun researched together?"

On the screen of the mobile phone on the flower bed not far away, the boy with chestnut hair smiled with crooked eyebrows:

"Snake ghost magic food, secret fork magic food, and pus lake magic food, which happen to be green, orange and blue without impurities. It should meet the requirements of Hai Lao Zesan."

He glanced at Yukimura who was still looking down at the packaging instructions, and asked, "How is it, Yukimura?"

The boy with iris purple hair nodded and tore open the packaging bag: "It has been sterilized and can be used directly."

He picked up the small shovel on the side, scooped a handful of soil from the bag, and spread it in the wooden box on the girl's lap.

They are planting cacti.

In order not to waste the gift that Suehiro brought back from all the way, Gancha asked for help from Yukimura, who had a lot of experience in gardening.

And Yukimura said that he has a friend who loves cacti very much, and may be more able to help, so he contacted Fuji Zhousuke by video, and under his guidance, he tried to grow cacti from seeds.

"The name sounds very ominous."

While playing with the finely crushed pumice and granite in the wooden box, Gancha asked enthusiastically, "How does it taste?"

"Do I look like someone who's been drinking?"

Yukimura Seiichi raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Don't pretend! You must have framed someone to drink, maybe it's Sanada-senpai."

Gan Cha elbowed him, urging him.

Fuji Zhousuke, who watched the siblings from the video, laughed.

Yukimura blinked, showing a "I can't help you" expression.

"It is said that as long as you take a sip, the taste will spread throughout your body, and no one can escape from its control."

He said very generously (of others): "Just ask Liu to send you the recipe. Isn't it just that you are studying Mr. Shiroichiro's notes? It will probably be useful."

"Well, if necessary, our side can also help."

Fuji also joined in the excitement with great interest: "He has other wonderful creations before - for example, the coffee called "Fen Evil Secret Stomach" that made Atobe lose consciousness after taking a sip .Didn't that person add soy sauce to his coffee?Maybe it suits him too. "

Atobe?Isn't that the famous chaebol?The annual consumption of this surname in Yuanyue Resort is a huge sum that even she would sigh.

Although they were both victims of the strange coffee, the feeling of sympathy only lasted for a second before being thrown out of her mind.Gan Cha hugged the box and began to think seriously about the feasibility of their proposal.

But soon, the eager expression on her face suddenly collapsed.

"Oh, forget it."

Gan Cha puffed up and said, "I'd better do it according to my own style. Otherwise, even if the other party said "delicious", it would not be my victory. "

Dark cuisine was originally just a failed product when Mr. Joichiro tried a new combination.It is a means, not an end.

And she must also impress Mr. Tie Chang with her cooking—using her expertise, her considerate observation of diners' needs, and the advanced cooking ideas she has learned over the years, she can create something that only she can think of and is suitable for cooking. Mr. Iron Gut's cooking!

"I can definitely do it!"

The girl clenched her fists, her vine-purple eyes sparkled.

While she was lost in thought, Yukimura smiled and exchanged a look with Fuji.

Yukimura: "What did I say? She's a cute girl."

"Yes."

Fuji replied with a smile: "It's no wonder you—"

"Senior Bu Er? Who are you talking to? The voice is so familiar—"

A bluffing voice suddenly approached from behind, and Fuji turned his head in a little surprise, and saw a young man with a small black curly hair recklessly approaching.

Seeing the picture on the screen of the mobile phone, Kirihara Chi also widened his eyes.

"Ah, it's the Minister!—and, the Minister's sister!"

"?"

His voice was not low, and he immediately attracted Gan Cha's attention.She glanced at the young man who leaned in front of the camera, and recognized that he was a dead wood who had helped tutor English.

"I have a name, Lord Kelphead."

"Huh? Don't you—"

In the background sound of Kirihara's protest, Gancha unhurriedly picked up the kettle and watered the sandy loam in the wooden box.

Yukimura sat aside and looked at her with a smile.

"Does Gancha not want to be called my sister? It's a little sad."

Saying this, a slightly hurt expression appeared on the boy's handsome face.

"It's too fake, Jingshi."

Gancha glanced at him, and said coldly: "If you want to pretend to be more authentic, you can learn from Mr. Dazai—although you still can't fool me."

She snorted contentedly.

"Mr. Dazai? After seeing his paintings, I don't really want to see this person for the time being."

The purple-haired boy smiled politely and falsely.

Gancha:?How unsightly it is, I am a little curious.

"I've always wondered, though,"

Yukimura asked with a smile: "How do you usually judge the authenticity of the other party's words and emotions?"

Sometimes she can detect even a slight change of mood for a moment; but she is still very ignorant of some things that even he has noticed.

However, that might not be a bad thing - Yukimura Seiichi thought so.

"Isn't this a very simple matter? All the facts speak for themselves, and I just need to analyze them."

Gancha said naturally.

It's still inference.See emotions from micro-expressions, infer reasons and verify guesses through the logical relationship of cause and effect.

Unlike Dazai, who is naturally able to see through and manipulate people's hearts, this is true of Ranpo and her way of observing others.The only difference is that Ranpo is not interested in other people's emotions, but she still cares more.

However, reasoning is also limited.

Reasoning is the hand reaching out from the known to touch the truth.If a node lacks the necessary information, it is impossible to lead to the correct result.

However, for her, it was enough for now.

"The movement of your facial muscles and the emotion in your eyes are not what a sad person should look like."

Taking the small reasoning that was carried out in her mind just now as an example, the girl explained the flow of judgment.

"From a logical point of view, I don't want to be called your sister, and you know this, so you won't be sad about it. Moreover, you also think that Kirihara-kun's etiquette needs to be corrected."

The logic supports the conclusions drawn from the micro-expressions, so—

"You're just playing tricks."

"As expected of a detective, Gan Cha."

Yukimura Seiichi smiled and patted her head.

"Don't rub dirt in my hair!"

Gancha dodged for a moment, and while spreading the black seeds on the surface of the moist soil, he instructed him to spread another thin layer of sand.

Yukimura sighed and picked up the shovel again, while she looked at the screen again.

"By the way, why is Kirihara-kun with a senior who is not from the same school?"

As soon as the words fell, she figured it out by herself without waiting for others to answer.

A faint smile flashed across the girl's delicate face.

She raised her long eyelashes, and quickly glanced at the young man beside her, a little embarrassed, but also seemed a little proud.

"Jingshi, after the national competition, you have a group activity." She said softly, "Is it a co-op?"

"After all, your vacation is not too long, is it? Because the preliminary round of the autumn election started early, you will go back to Yuanyue next weekend, right? Finally, you are free, so let's come and see you."

Yukimura showed a meaningful smile: "If I hadn't come at that time, I wouldn't have encountered such interesting things."

"But……"

Although she herself has never lived a serious campus life and has always been a member of the Home Club, she has also heard that for members of competitive clubs, the third year of junior high school and the second year of high school are the most significant two years .

Now they are in the second grade of the higher education department. After the summer vacation, many of them will start to prepare for further studies or career choices.I think that soon everyone will go their separate ways, quit the club, and work hard for their own goals.

It was probably because of this that Mr. Atobe arranged this strange-sounding post-match sleepover in the year when everyone gathered the most.

Thinking of this, she looked at Yukimura.

Seeing her eyes, Yukimura Seiichi immediately understood.

"Oh, I really can't hide it from you."

He shook his head and couldn't help laughing.

"I'll look for you later, and I will—"

Gan Cha smiled and said, "I'll go to school to see you then, so let's get along with my friends this time, shall we?"

Yukimura Seiichi smiled without saying a word.

He glanced at the back, and suddenly said: "Why did Mr. Luanbu suddenly disappear?"

"Huh? Don't change the subject!"

Although he said so, Gan Cha still turned his head and looked down the corridor.

The reclining chair was empty, and there was indeed no sign of Ranbu.

"You mean the one with the black hair in the back?"

Fuji Zhousuke gently joked: "He left when you said, "You have to conquer Mr. Iron Gut by yourself". "

"What, it's so ambiguous - I'll go and see the situation!"

The girl protested, handed the wooden box to Yukimura, patted the dirt on her body, and ran to the reclining chair.

Before, Ranpo said to sit in a comfortable place and watch them digging in the sun, so she specially prepared iced sour plum soup and cheesecake with green plum jam for him.

Looking at it now, the brown-red wooden tray is still placed beside it, but the cheesecake is only half eaten.The jam that was frozen hard on the top was melted by the heat and dripped down the side.

What's wrong with the random steps?

Yukimura Seiichi smiled and looked at the girl who ran away.

He slowly closed the transparent cover and placed the wooden box in a flower bed that could receive direct sunlight.Then he picked up the phone, said a few words to interrupt the call, and walked down the corridor.

The boy picked up the glass jug and filled the empty glass.

The edges and corners of the glass reflected the finely colored light, and when it was shaken slightly, the broken ice in the glass made a clanging sound.

The refreshing sweet and sour taste slides down the esophagus accompanied by the feeling of coldness.

Acidity that was innocuous to him, a little too much for the boyish famous detective?

Yukimura thought aimlessly.

"Yukimura is coming?"

At dinner, upon hearing the news from Fuji, Atobe Keigo raised his eyebrows: "Didn't he say that he was going to see a cute girl, so he left everyone behind? Those people in Lihai heard him say so." Said, scared out of my body."

Recalling the scene at that time, Fuji couldn't help laughing: "That's Yukimura's younger sister."

He laughed and explained everything that happened in the afternoon.

Atobe Keigo was slightly surprised.

"Yukimura's younger sister in Yokohama, who is a detective and wants to go back to Totsuki to participate in the competition?"

Ordinary people may not know it, but how could he not know the name of the Armed Detective Agency?

As for the autumn selection of Totsuki Academy, Atobe, who is a major client, also receives invitations to watch the main competition every year, but these things were usually out of his consideration in the past.

"This time, my uncle is a little interested."

The gray-purple-haired boy raised the corners of his lips.

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