Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

【"You have such a talent, and you have come into contact with cooking so early, I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing."

Withdrawing her eyes from the dishes on the dinner plate, the cheerful woman caressed the girl's immature face, showing a rare sad expression.

"I once had a senior who was harmed by his own genius. It was exhausting to be expected to do better forever, and to explore all the way forward. What should you do when you reach a place where no one can understand you? ?”

"Then teach her the other direction. Don't be pushed by other people's expectations so that you can stop and rest when you feel tired."

The purple-haired man smiled and comforted gently: "In short, we still have everything, don't we?"]

——No.

The big house in the birch forest was the starting point of her career as a cook.There, she learned to use the world of cooking as an amusement park and freely build imaginary sand castles.

But the carefree and proud time lasted only eight years.

What happened then was not complicated.

That was when the Yokohama underground world was still in chaos.The former leader of the port mafia still maintains his sanity, and Mori Ogai has not yet become a doctor of Hong Kong black.

Takase Club, one of the four major organizations, wanted to take his mother's consulting company under his command. After being rejected, he bribed an assistant to get the itinerary, and killed the couple who were out on errands.

She didn't even see them for the last time, but she suddenly awakened the power at home, saw the end of life in the photo, and saw the omen of death in the mirror, so she called her parents just in case Fukuzawa Yukichi's phone number left behind, asking for his help.

And that's the beginning of another story.

Throughout the morning, Gancha's cell phone never stopped.

On the podium, the teacher of the public class was eloquently explaining the content that was too simple for her. Gan Cha deftly erected the textbook, took out the constantly lit mobile phone from the drawer of the desk, and browsed the new ones she had received. information.

The companions of the detective agency, the boss of the shopping street, and the acquaintance of the city police all sent emails, informing her that a suspicious person appeared nearby, probably looking for news about her.

Based on the information sent by everyone, even if Mr. Tianshan does not need to call the monitor to pay attention to Meizuo's movements, his route is already clear at a glance.

Sweet tea feels very interesting.

——I am so well-informed, maybe I can work part-time as an information dealer.

But there is still a problem——forget about everyone in the detective agency and the city police, why can the shopkeepers in the shopping street find Misaku Subaru?

Although the level of chaos is not high, after all, this person can be regarded as a veteran of tracking. Is it so easy to be found?

This question was answered when I received a call from Suehiro Tetsugu during class.

"Did you two see him when they were patrolling by the trestle bridge?"

Gan Cha smiled and asked, "But why do you think he has something to do with me?"

"Oh, that one."

Suehiro replied frankly: "Because he was wearing a purple wig and a short skirt, and while doing sinister and sneaky things, he also said to himself, "My name is Ebi Zegancha."It's easy to spot. "

Gancha: "..."

Tiaoye Caiju dared to swear by his keen senses, he clearly heard the girl's heartbroken voice amidst the vigorous noise of the young man on the other end of the call.

After hanging up the phone, Gan Cha thought in a daze—is this an attempt to destroy her reputation and force her to give up the game?

If so, they had already won, and she wanted to retire now and return to Yokohama to clean up her grievances.

From then on, when she checked her email, she couldn't feel happy at all. Instead, she hoped from the bottom of her heart that Meisao could learn the mafia's stalking technique first, so that she wouldn't be seen so easily.

Such a depressed mood lasted until the lunch break and received the news from Zhongya in the Central Plains.

——Unexpectedly, Mr. Chuya would still talk to me now.

This kind of mood overcame the sense of shame, Gancha said to Liangzi and others who were on the same road, walked out of the crowd after class, stood under a chestnut tree beside the school road, and called back with a little expectation.

On the pier by the sea in Yokohama, Chuya stared at his mobile phone.

Because of Dazai's incident, the tacit cooperation between the port mafia and the detective agency was subtly interrupted.Even if he found someone plotting against her, he didn't need to remind her.

But the leader wants to pull her into Hong Kong and black.

The invitation was indeed directly rejected by Dazai.Zhong also thought, this guy can do some decent things occasionally.

This kind of girl should stay on the bright side.

He will not disobey the leader's order, but nothing has happened yet, and she is now enjoying ordinary happiness as an ordinary high school student.

So he sent that e-mail out of nowhere—but what was she calling back for?Don't understand what it means to draw a clear line?

The screen of the mobile phone was on persistently, and there was a posture of not answering the call and not giving up, so Zhong also had to grit his teeth and press the answer button forcefully.

Girls always seem to be good at talking.She didn't say a word about the previous conflict, but expressed her gratitude softly and sincerely.So he also simply ignored those irritating things, and asked: "What does this person know, so he came to investigate you?"

The red-haired young man stood on a high rock, letting the howling sea wind blow his black coat rattling: "He even ran into the territory of the Mafia, he is really courageous. Why don't I help you deal with him?" Bar."

Hearing this, Gan Cha was shocked.

Ranpo's solution is not really a solution, but Mr. Nakaya's solution is the real solution.

She hurriedly said: "This person won't be a big deal, so don't worry about him. Thank you, Mr. Chuya, for thinking about me."

"Hmph, sometimes an inconspicuous little character will..."

Zhong also paused, and did not continue.He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You're not worried at all about being discovered by the people over there."

In a peaceful world, how can people with supernatural abilities be considered aliens?

"This is..."

The girl smiled a little embarrassedly: "I didn't deliberately hide it."

Zhong Ye was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "...Aren't you going to be a cook in the future?"

The young man's deep and melodious voice was sharp like a blade, almost like asking: "Why don't you want to stay there?"

"..."

Gan Cha's eyes widened in surprise.

She did not expect that Mr. Nakaya, who is usually very easy to bully in many things, would be so keen on issues that touch the essence.

Teacher Shiroichiro and the president also said similar things to her.

When the Nakiri family met for the first time, Mr. Joichiro asked her why she had to go back to Yokohama; and the president later told her solemnly that even if she stayed by their side, she didn't have to pick up the Something like a gun would hurt her.

but--

The girl stood under the tree, staring blankly at the students in uniform laughing and laughing on the school road.

What I couldn't do in the past is a thorn in my heart, coexisting with the blood from my parents.

Whenever she touches their tender love in the memories, the bloody pain urges her to do something to make up for the regrets from the past.

Of course she understands that no matter how many lives she saves in the future, her parents will never return to her; the only thing that can give her peace of mind is her own heart.

But isn't that enough?In this world, being able to redeem oneself is already the greatest happiness.

Why not stay here...?

Quite the opposite, she thought.

Sometimes she even thinks, when everyone is working hard for the peace of Yokohama, is it not good for her to enjoy the comfortable campus life by herself and waste her talents doing nothing?

……

Ye Shanliang stopped in his tracks, looking at the silhouette under the green trees beside the road.

The girl stood quietly in the shadow cast by the canopy.

As early as early autumn when she was still wearing her summer school uniform, she had already put on a dark blue long-sleeved jacket.But even so, he still looks weak.

The wind in early autumn carried a certain cool color that could not be detected, blowing the dark green branches and leaves of a tree, and also blowing the girl's smoky purple long hair.

The smoky, hazy color seemed to be floating in the air, and the girl with a faint look of alienation on her face seemed to be about to melt into the wind.

For a moment, Ye Shanliang felt that although it was only a few steps away, there seemed to be some invisible barrier between her and the noisy crowd.People standing on this side cannot find the entrance to the space where she is.

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

"Hai Laoze! Why are you still here?"

The school uniform shirt was blown up by the wind, and the logo of Xingping Restaurant was looming on the gray inner.

The red-haired boy broke into the glass-like silence under the tree without hesitation.

"Let's go after the phone call. Granny Wenxu prepared Jinping burdock fried cod at noon today!"

He grinned and pointed to the position behind him: "Get in the car quickly, or they will snatch it up if you don't leave."

The girl who was awakened from her contemplation smiled, jumped onto the back seat of the bicycle, and grabbed the hem of the boy's shirt.

The bicycle turned onto the sunny school road.

……

In the joyful Pole Star Room, the days passed by.

A week later, the school sent a car to take the contestants selected for the main competition to the office building where the autumn election operation committee was located for a lottery, and the three top ten in charge of the matter explained the theme of the competition to them.

"Dessert?"

Bright daylight pours in from tall windows on three sides.In the center of the European-style room where the light gathered, Gan Cha took the paper from Yishi and read the words on it softly.

"Yes."

The blond girl, Nakiri Erina, who was standing at the side of the desk with her arms folded, spoke first before Isshiki explained.

Her eyes did not fall on Gan Cha, but her body was facing her: "You are the third match against Subaru Misaku in Group B. Please make the necessary preparations within today, and then participate in tomorrow afternoon's match .”

"Oh?"

Gan Cha raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Rui Shan who had an indifferent expression of "it has nothing to do with me", and then smiled calmly: "Well, I understand."

——Since it was the subject, she knew exactly what kind of cuisine Misaku would use to attack her.

"If there is no other explanation, I will excuse myself first."

Gan Cha nodded to the three people in the room, turned around and prepared to leave.

"and many more!"

Erina turned her head away.

The two pairs of purple eyes looked at each other for a moment, and the blond girl suddenly turned her face, snorted, and said a little bluntly:

"You, you don't lose the first game, it would be too embarrassing for Mr. Joichiro!"

She emphasized: "I am thinking about the reputation of Mr. Shiroichiro!"

An uncontrollable smile slowly appeared on the lips of the purple-haired girl.

But she still gave a tit-for-tat answer: "Then don't worry about this."

Seeing Erina who turned back angrily and Kancha who was smiling slightly, Isshiki laughed with great interest.

Rui Shan, who sat behind the desk against the light, grimaced.

The author has something to say: Although it is a bit late, I still update it! ! ORZ

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Murong Jueyan; thank you baby! !Bobo! !