Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

"Xinghei-kun wants to challenge Kuga-senpai?"

In the restaurant of Ji Xing Liao, the girl held a cup of hot tea stuffed into her hands, and looked up at the senior who was explaining the whole story across the table.

"Yes. Xiao Gancha didn't participate in the Maple Appreciation Conference, so you don't know?"

Contrary to the girl wrapped in a sweater, Isshiki Kei, who was only wearing a bear apron in the cold late autumn, said with a smile:

"Chuangzhen-kun, you said something quite extraordinary at that time."

Gancha glanced lightly at the red-haired boy who was sitting straddling the chair, holding the back of the chair with his hand, with an expression of being out of place.

"It's Kohei-kun's style." She nodded.

"That's right." Yisehui agreed.

But then, the brown-haired boy shook his head again: "However, Mr. Chuangzhen, this is not acceptable."

Facing Shang Chuangzhen's puzzled eyes, he reminded: "If Xiao Gancha joins you, then who will attract the guests?"

"Even if you win against Jiu Wo, it's Xiao Gancha's victory."

"what!"

The red-haired boy stayed where he was.

Seeing Chuangzhen as if struck by lightning, Yisehui was also taken aback:

"Chuangzhen-jun, don't you want to use Xiaogancha's reputation as one of the top ten heroes to make up for the gap in popularity?"

"Ah, I didn't think about it that much..."

The red-haired boy touched his chin, showing a thoughtful expression of "I can still do this, I learned it",

"I just thought, I can't give up Hai Laoze to Senior Isshiki's taro cooking meeting, that's all."

There was a bit of unwillingness in the boy's eyes, "Damn it, now—"

Looking at the overcast Chuangzhen beside him, Gan Cha smiled slightly.

The young man who had always charged forward alone and fearlessly, would take the initiative to classify someone as his accomplice at the very beginning of the matter-this was something that even she did not expect.

Since he was treated as a companion, of course such kindness could not be let down.

"So, how about I join as an ordinary student?"

The girl said: "Don't write my name on the guidebook of the Yueyue Festival distributed to the guests. The dishes are also decided by Xinghei-kun himself. I am only responsible for making suggestions as an assistant."

"In this case, there will be no worries about unclear subjects, right?"

"Ah, this is indeed a way..."

Yishihui was startled.The senior, who was always smiling and calm, opened his green eyes and looked over in surprise.

"Oh!"

Chuangzhen's eyes lit up: "Then I will trouble you, Hai Laoze!"

"Please take care of me, Commander."

Gan Cha replied with a smile.

"Well, in that case, I have nothing to say."

The central area, which is used as the teaching area on weekdays, is crowded with people at this moment. From time to time, students pass by holding signs or holding banners in a hurry.

In this lively preparatory atmosphere, the brown-haired boy with blond bangs on his forehead crossed his hands in front of his chest, showing a smile that seemed cheerful and contemptuous.

Standing on the steps, he confidently looked back at the magnificent restaurant that had just taken shape, then glanced at the humble trolley across the street, and finally looked down at the girl at the bottom of the steps who was editing the mail.

"However, Hai Laoze, is it really okay if you are like this?"

He happily asked: "This is your first year as one of the top ten heroes. It's a great opportunity to make a name for yourself. Don't you think it's a pity to miss it like this?"

"Hurry up and leave that kid's team, isn't there still a lot of vacancies in the Linshan area?"

The young man raised a finger and suggested kindly: "Let's think about it—ah, how about opening your restaurant next to Senior Si's shop? How about it? Apply now, or you won't have time to renovate The storefront is—”

After pressing the send button, Gan Cha raised his head and looked at the senior who was four centimeters shorter than her, who had raised his height with his current height.

"Thank you, Senior Jiu, for your concern."

The girl stretched out her hands to gather her hair that was a little messed up by the wind, and smiled as if she thought it was very interesting:

"However, I'm a little more interested in the result of the bet between Kohei-kun and senpai than opening a shop by myself."

"cut."

The purpose of causing trouble for Si Yingshi was not achieved, so I snorted for a long time, but I didn't really care about it.But when he heard the girl's last words, the brown-haired boy narrowed his eyes and took a step back in feigned shock:

"what?"

"Although you joined—" he asked with a somewhat unfriendly expression, "but, Hai Laoze, you don't think that just the two of you—"

"It's three people."

The girl emphasized: "Xiaohui is only going to the Local Cuisine Research Association to help determine the recipe during the preparation period. She will also join us during the Moon Festival."

"Xiaohui...oh, it's your braided sister."

Jiuga Zhaoji raised his eyebrows:

"It doesn't matter how many people there are. Without fame, manpower and storefronts are far inferior to me—don't you think that this can defeat my carefully cultivated Zhonghua Research Institute?"

"Who knows."

The girl smiled noncommittally, and glanced at the red-haired boy not far away.He was squatting and poking his head out from the side of the stone stove, warmly greeting Ye Shanliang who was passing by with a slightly haggard expression.

"It's better not to be too careless, Senior Jiu."

Gan Cha withdrew his gaze and said with a smile, "Xing Ping-kun—but the type that can surprise people."

"Hmph, you're really good at talking big."

Surprised by the trust shown by the girl, I glanced at her, gave up this topic, and brought up another matter instead:

"Speaking of which, you seem to have said before that there is a proposal on the reform of the dropout system."

He asked: "Why, what you said at the time is very similar to the same thing, is there no follow-up now?"

"that."

The girl pursed her lips and smiled: "I suddenly discovered something interesting, so it might be better to mention it later."

"Cut, mysteriously."

I glared at her dissatisfied for a long time.

What he said was the speech of the girl in a meeting before the semifinals.

Although he doesn't care about the so-called "excessive drop-out system is not conducive to the growth of students, and proper protection should be given while letting go of training", but there is only one thing he agrees with.

——The fear of possible failure consequences will make people timid, timid to challenge and innovate.

"Well, I'm too lazy to care about this kind of thing anyway."

The brown-haired boy pursed his lips, looked at his subordinates who were walking slowly while carrying the big round table, flicked the whip in his hand, and urged with his arms akimbo:

"Hurry up! Come on, hurry up, slow like this, when will my Jiuwo restaurant be completed?!"

"Ah, yes!"

The members of the Zhonghua Research Institute agreed with sweat profusely.

Not far away, Gancha showed a gentle smile to the employees of the flour company who came to deliver the goods in due course.

"Yes, please both of you." She said softly, "Just put it there."

"Good, good!"

The two young men in uniform glanced apprehensively at Kuga who was flicking his whip impatiently, and gave the girl a look of gratitude.

"...Why do I feel like you took advantage of this opportunity?"

The two walked towards the cart, and Jiu I stared at the girl who was about to step up to keep up, and asked unhappily.

"It's the illusion of the seniors."

The girl responded with a sweet smile and tone.

On the side of the cart, Soma grinned as he looked at the two people who were talking across the steps and seemed to have a very harmonious atmosphere.

"Haha, Hai Laoze, she really can have a good relationship with anyone if she wants to."

The red-haired boy said with a sigh.

"It's not the time to care about that kind of thing!"

Watching the deliveryman put the flour bag into the empty space in the food storage area under the command of the girl, Ha Shanliang, who was tortured by Alice's whim during the preparation of the Moon Festival, grabbed his collar and shook it in a gaffe:

"When you meet this kind of teammate, you should be more grateful to me!"

"Eh?"

Chuangzhen blinked, and patted Hayama on the shoulder carelessly:

"You look awful, Hayama. What happened?"

"...It's hard to say."

Ha Shanliang sighed wearily: "I want to know now, how did that guy, Nakiri Alice, pass the business class in middle school—"

While the two were talking, the girl who thanked the delivery man walked over briskly.

"The materials here are all complete, and the ingredients that need to be refrigerated are also placed."

Long hair fell on both sides of her softly smiling face, and the girl handed over a checked list, her eyebrows and eyes curved: "Come to make the final confirmation?"

"Oh, yes!" Chuangzhen replied energetically.

Looking at the two people standing in front of the well-organized cardboard boxes, a few boys with purple headbands came out from nowhere and said quietly:

"Master Hai Laoze, I will definitely be a good wife in the future—"

Although it is probably true to say so, the silver-haired and brown-skinned boy still cast a cold look at the few people with yearning expressions on their faces.

The preparation period for the Yueyue Festival, amidst everyone's playfulness, seems to have passed in the blink of an eye, and the day of the school's open day is coming soon.

The melodious school song fluttered through the radio in the majestic mountain peaks occupied by Yuanyue Academy; as the opening announcement sounded, enthusiastic guests waiting at the gate of Yuanyue rushed in.

"—"

The paper page of the Yueyue Festival guide flickered with an almost invisible red and black light, and it moved automatically without wind in the hands covered with black gloves.

The slight rattling of paper flipping was lost in the sound of heels touching the ground.

The late autumn afternoon sunlight is bright and mild.

The young man in a black top hat grabbed the coat draped over his shoulders with one hand, hurriedly walked against the flow of people, and walked down from the high place in the Linshan area.

On the side of the leather neckband, the gorgeous ochre-colored hair danced slightly with his movements. The young man didn't pay attention to the crowds around him who were forcing him to avoid him and automatically avoided them. He lowered his eyes and casually browsed the flipped guidebook .

"What are you doing?"

In the end, he frowned, and closed the thick book with a little impatience:

"Isn't that guy a top ten? Where did he hide?"

He stood on a high place, his cobalt blue eyes scanned the bustling central area below—then the corners of his lips curled up.

Under the signboard that says "Taiwanese Famous Products - Pepper Cake", the girl with dark blue braids asked cautiously:

"Then, that, may I ask the guest, what would you like to order?"

What?

The young man's eyes passed through the simple stall, and fell on the girl who was arranging the ingredients behind.

He raised his chin, snorted, and raised his eyebrows in the gradually lit vine purple eyes of the girl who turned her head in surprise:

"Give me the Armed Detective Agency."

The author has something to say: Tiechang: I’m not free, it’s true

Chuya: I'm not free, I pretended

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