Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Catching that familiar, high-spirited smile amidst the complicated voices, the girl turned her head unexpectedly.

The wooden lattice propped up on the cart is like a picture frame, which freezes the young man's raised eyebrows, cobalt blue clear eyes, and curled lips.

"The Armed Detective Agency here, but I'm the only one."

The smile on his face couldn't stop spreading, and Gan Cha stepped forward.

"Let me do it."

She patted Chuangzhen's arm and motioned him to back away: "This is my guest."

The girl stood still in front of the console, and Zhong also raised his head and glanced casually at the signboard.

"Pepper cake... what is that?" The young man raised his eyebrows, "Is this the only one?"

"It's our master's food."

Watching his movements, Gan Cha smiled and said, "Let me do something else."

"If you can trust my craftsmanship, how about leaving it to me to arrange?" She curled her lips, and stared directly at the young man in front of her bright eyes.

"Hmph, ask the question knowingly."

Zhong also sneered.

He threw the coat on his shoulders into his arms, looked around, and asked inexplicably:

"Aren't you one of the top ten? Why are you nesting in this kind of place? - There's not even a place to sit."

Hearing his words, the eyes of Chuangzhen who was standing aside lit up and fell into deep thought.

"After all, it's a snack for people to grab and go."

Scanning the raw materials and semi-finished products for making pepper cakes on the table, Gancha smiled slightly and made a decision in his heart.

"As for the reason, it's a long story." She turned her head and pointed to the chair where the clerk rested behind her, "Mr. Nakaya, wait for me here for a while?"

"Oh, that's right."

After listening to her explanation, Chuya raised his eyebrows and smiled.

——No matter where you are, you are still very loyal, she.

"So, who is your opponent?"

The red-haired young man crossed his legs, glanced unconsciously at the impossibly slender waist tied by the tie of the apron, and asked casually.

Chuangzhen smiled cheerfully, pointed to the opposite side: "That's right there!"

"..."

Looking at the magnificent storefront and the long queue at the door, Chuya was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

What the hell—isn't this pretty hot-blooded?

"All right."

Seal the boiled thick soup into the dough, and wrap the steak on the other side with the re-kneaded mille-feuille dough, and put them together in the stone oven. Gancha smiled at Xiaohui who opened her eyes in amazement:

"I'm counting on you, Xiaohui."

"Well, leave it to me!"

The blue-haired girl smiled shyly and cutely, and nodded in response.

"what have you done?"

Looking at the girl who turned around and walked towards him, Zhong also asked curiously.

"A puff pastry stew for Mr. Chuya, and a Wellington steak."

Gancha untied the apron on his body, turned his face, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Chuya brought his subordinates, right? Please let them taste it together."

"The ingredients are limited, I can only do these—"

Saying this, suddenly remembered the familiar scene, the girl stopped talking and blinked.

And Zhong also raised his eyebrows to look at her, obviously recalling the scene two years ago.

Gan Cha couldn't help smiling.

"I hope that next time I can prepare well and entertain Mr. Nakaya again."

She said, "But today, let me take Mr. Chuya to visit the Moon Festival."

Saying goodbye to the pepper pan stall for a while, a girl in a beige uniform sweater and a young man in black walked among the crowds at the Moon Festival.

"Go and see the rest of the fall selection finalists."

I don't know if it was infected by the joyful atmosphere, but the girl who was a little more excited than usual pulled Chuya's sleeves and walked in front, her eyes bright:

"Among the three finalists, Mr. Chuya has met one just now, and the other two, and Alice—"

Because he heard the familiar name, Zhong, who was looking around with great interest, showed a little strange expression.

"I remember their theme was creating curries."

Gan Cha turned around and explained, "In the curry-themed competition, the scores of the three of them are just a little bit worse than mine."

The girl narrowed her eyes slightly proudly.

Zhong also raised his eyebrows and smiled, then pointed to the crooked plaque not far away.

"Oh?"

The young man's tone was playful: "Is that right there? It's worse than your little cart."

"...Well, it seems something is wrong."

Looking at the noisy three people in the white coats of researchers, Gan Cha smiled nonchalantly:

"However, they look very happy."

"...Where do you see that you are happy?"

Zhong also complained.

"Ah, Gancha, it's you."

Feeling the gaze from here, Alice turned her head and saw that it was her, so she asked cheerfully, "Why are you here?"

"Xingping-kun doesn't need too many people for the time being."

The girl replied tactfully, "I'll take my friends out for a walk."

Ryo Hayama and Ryo Kurokiba: "..."

——Understood, that guy Kohei's situation is not that good either.

"Oh, Mr. Friend, Gui'an."

Alice waved happily, while grabbing the collars of the boys one by one, dragging them away:

"Then, we'll excuse you first, after all, the dishes for sale haven't been decided yet~"

Looking at the white girl who blocked the two boys with the power of one person, the figure of the leader who was hammered by the blond humanoid supernatural power seemed to appear in front of his eyes again.

I also felt deeply puzzled.

——If you call this name, can you get a willful bonus?

"It seems that we can't settle lunch with them, let's go."

The girl decided so.

Speeding up their pace, they passed by the dark dry goods chamber of commerce exuding a strange smell. On the spacious school road, the two met a satisfied red-haired girl holding several strings of bamboo sticks in her left hand and an open lunch box in her right hand.

The tall girl's eyes lit up, she wrapped her arms around Gancha's neck, and rubbed her hair affectionately with her cheek:

"Amcha-chan, are you going to a school festival with your friends?"

Even though he felt the unusualness of the red-haired youth, Kobayashi Gendan didn't care, and just asked heartily.

"That's right."

The girl silently looked at the bamboo stick shaking in front of her: "Senior Gendan, what is this?"

"It's a hornet."

Long Dan comfortably raised the food box in his hand: "By the way, this is—"

- Newborn rats, what bad taste.

Zhong, who was born in Leibo Street, pouted disapprovingly. Seeing the girl's cautious expression, he took two steps forward and rescued her from the siege of weird dishes.

The girl let out a long breath, showing a happy expression.

Seeing her like this, Nakaya pressed his hat and smiled mischievously.

"Hey, I said,"

He glanced at Gentian, who was rocking back and forth with a smile, and asked, "Where did you buy these things?"

"Mr. Chuya!!"

In the end, Chuya gave up the idea of ​​teasing her, and sat with the girl in a tent near the mountain and by the river.

Steaming in the black casserole, the taro is stewed until it becomes glutinous, rolling in the soup together with various side dishes.

——It is a dish that goes well with the slightly chilly late autumn.

Yuuhime put down the cup containing the barley tea, turned her back to Chuya, winked gossipingly at the purple-haired girl, and exaggeratedly said "go back and explain clearly".

Gan Cha blinked, and turned his head away pretending nothing happened.

On the other hand, Chuya just turned his gaze away from the smiling young man with brown hair who was surrounded by enthusiastic wives not far away.

"The people here are all strange guys."

The young man sighed speechlessly.

He picked up a piece of taro, looked down at the beautiful caramel-colored surface dyed by the soup, and smiled: "However, it's not bad."

Sending the girl back to his companions, Chuya took the food she had prepared and left the noisy central area.

"Master Chuya!" Near the appointed place, several men in suits who were waiting there came up to him.

Zhong also handed one of the boxes to his subordinates, and asked casually, "It's for you. How about lunch?"

The lunch he was talking about was a social meeting with the chairman of the partner company he was in contact with today.

Before leaving, I heard that the other party had made an appointment for the imitation shop of the Sixth Seat of the Ten Masters in the Moon Festival, and thought that he might be able to find time to leave, so he deliberately brought along the civil servants who could talk to him. The business of entertainment was left to his subordinates.

"As expected of Yuanyue Shijie, although the soba noodles are a bit unaccustomed to eating, the taste is still very good."

The man in black smiled and replied, "It's a pity that Mr. Chuya missed it. By the way, where did you go just now?"

"Ah, I went to see someone."

He shook his head, rejected his subordinate's move to take the other box, and replied somewhat vaguely.

So he met the gossiping eyes of his subordinates.

"Oh~ Mr. Chuya."

The subordinate put up a little thumb artificially: "I just went to see it, it can't be this?"

"What are you doing? This look is disgusting, please stop."

Reflecting on whether he had indulged his subordinates too much, Chuya scolded with a frown.

Recalling the unusually ordinary reactions of the girls' friends I met along the way—

The thoughts of these guys around me are really so dirty that it is hard to look directly at them? !

After recovering from the inexplicable thoughts, Chuya raised his eyebrows and said:

"Ah, everyone seems to be full and has nothing to do—then give that back to me, it's a waste to give it to you."

Even though he said that, Chuya still let them open the bento box with a good temper, and each of them took a piece.

Immediately afterwards, he saw strange expressions on the faces of his subordinates.

"Ugh-!"

"This is so delicious!!"

Looking at their exaggerated manners of stumbling around, Chuya's face darkened:

"In terms of cooperation, are you also this hopeless?"

He vaguely remembered that the girl's seat was the ninth, and the top ten who ran the soba noodle shop was the sixth seat.

"No, no..."

The subordinates came back to their senses with difficulty, and tried to clarify: "It's not like that!!"

——Mr. Chuya went to see, who is it?

The people who were glanced at by the cadres with rare stern eyes fell into the gap between happiness and pain.

Twilight falls.

The street lights on both sides of the sidewalk gradually turned on, and after the tourists dispersed, the central area returned to the usual silence after school.

In the small classroom, pointing at Subaru Misaku who floated by like a ghost outside the window, Soma said doubtfully:

"What happened to that guy?"

"Oh, I've heard the girls in my class talk about it—"

Takmi replied reflexively: "It seems that the motorcycle has been stolen."

"Huh? Isn't that guy the one who put a hundred locks on motorcycles?"

Chuangzhen showed an out-of-focus expression of admiration: "It's amazing that someone can steal his car."

Hearing their conversation, Gan Cha, who was sitting leisurely on the bench, was startled and looked up.

"what?"

She confirmed, "Is Misaku Subaru's motorcycle locked with multiple locks?"

"Do you still have time to take care of other people's affairs!"

In the middle of the classroom, Erina looked angrily at the few people scattered around the classroom: "What's going on!"

"The ones who are in the red are all the people who were shortlisted for the official competition in the autumn election! The three finalists—there is even one top ten!!"

Looking at the three people who were still talking, the blond girl's expression was unbelievable: "I'm about to be expelled from school, do you still have time to chat here!"

"You!" She crossed her hips and approached the purple-haired girl with an inexplicable smile on her face, "Don't act like you're happy to be able to return to Yokohama after dropping out of school!"

"It's not because of that kind of thing..."

The girl suppressed a smile, and looked at the road with lush forests growing on both sides across the window.

The gentle light of the street lamp renders the path outside the window into a warm yellow darkness.

The author has something to say: woo woo woo, I've been so busy these days ORZ

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Qiyehan; 5 bottles of Fengjin Huanian, drizzle, and onion rings; 2 bottles of Chu Suizhu; Bobobo! !Thank you babies -3-