Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

"Meow~"

Chi also smelled the broth, lying on the upper of Hirakawa Yaji, eager to jump on the edge of the pot.

Hirakawa Yaji was stepping on the stool, using a sieve to sift out the contents of the soup, leaving only the purest soup.

Startled by its movement, he didn't dare to move at once and said, "Chijiang, be careful, it's very hot."

"Meow meow meow~"

Chi also looked at the pot eagerly, Maomao was curious.jpg.

Because today's pot is too high, as tall as a person, and Chiye was reminded by him in the morning that he cannot use supernatural powers outside, so now he can only smell the smell, but can't see anything, and he is so curious.

"It's not urgent, it's not done yet." Hirakawa Yaji softly comforted it, as if coaxing a child.

Chi Ye saw that his tone was gentle, but his attitude could not be changed, so he jumped off the stool and ran out of the kitchen meowing.

"Master Hirakawa..." Nakiri Erina looked at Mao Mao who disappeared behind the door, frowning, a little worried.

Speaking of which, the location of the large kitchen chosen by Hirakawa Art Collection this time is the canteen of the port mafia.

As a port mafia with a landmark building in Yokohama, they have many employees and a large cafeteria, so when preparing to cook multi-person dishes, Hirakawa Yaji specially contacted Mori Ogai who had dinner yesterday, and rented the cafeteria of port mafia for a day.

Mori Ogai readily agreed. (He was still thinking about poaching the wall. Maybe he could get a special chef by borrowing a few more times. He thought very well.)

As the eldest lady of the Nakiri family, Nakiri Erina also knows port mafia, so she ran out when she saw red, worried that it would be caught and stewed by these ferocious mafia.

"Don't worry, mafia won't be at odds with a cat." Hirakawa Masaki said.

Yokohama has a cat control per capita, and Mafia is also a regular shipping company, not to mention Chiya has a similar ability to the port Nakahara Chuya, so it is impossible for anything to happen.

"Ann, Erina, haven't you heard that black cats are spiritual? It's the kind of demonic cat that transforms in the dark and protects its master, woohoo!"

Xing Ping Chuangzhen said with a big grin, and groaned to scare Erina.

Nakiri Erina was frightened by him and took half a step back, but she still folded her arms. The young lady pretended to be disdainful and said:

"Are you a child? At this age, you still believe in the story that the black cat will become a guardian demon. It's all told by adults to deceive children. I don't believe it."

Xing Ping Chuangzhen curled his lips: "I clearly saw someone's suitcase with... woo woo woo"

Nakiri Erina covered his mouth to Soma Kohira who hadn't locked the door, stomped his feet, his complexion turned red from embarrassment, and he almost spewed steam from his ears.

Hirakawa Yaji shook his head with a smile. These two are friends of Huanxi. They seem to dismiss each other, but they actually have a good understanding.

Maybe Mr. Nakiri Senzaemon purposely let the two of them intern with him, just to match them up.

He didn't want to meddle in the affairs between the two young lovers.

He lowered his head, and patiently gave his [Sky Carrot] a knife to cut flowers, so that it could be more flavorful during the cooking process.

The reason why he deals with radish is because radish is one of the soul ingredients in oden.

The soup base of Kanto cooking is obviously a fresh soup, but the reason why it has a light, fresh and sweet taste is the radish.

The natural sweetness and freshness of radish add a unique flavor to the daily dashi. Oden without radish is not perfect.

And Hirakawa Yaji chose to make Oden precisely because he has one ingredient in his hand, which is suitable for this dish, and that is [Sky Radish (Level 5)].

The sky radish produced in [VEGEATBLESKY] (sky vegetable garden) is so huge that it is two stories high, white as jade in color, sweet, crisp, tender and juicy when eaten raw, without the astringent taste of the radish itself, only the most special freshness of the sky vegetable garden, The inside is full of juice, and it tastes sweet after chewing. Cooking it in the Kanto soup will make the soup more delicious.

Add some soy sauce of [Shimisake] and [Soy Sauce Grasshopper] to the boiled Japanese-style broth. After blending, add the sliced ​​radish and continue to simmer.

The dense aroma lingers in the kitchen, and becomes more and more sweet as time goes by.

Hirakawa Gathering takes out some soup and radish, pours it into the special Kanto boiled nine-square grid, and then adds various skewers.

The clear soup was bubbling, the radishes in the pot were stewed until crispy, and the various skewers were softened, stained with the deliciousness of the soup.

The rich fragrance diffused along the crack of the door where Chi Ye slipped out...

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On the other hand, Chiya ran away from the kitchen because Chuya Nakahara came back from duty and is now in the medical department.

The doctor lowered his head to bandage the wound on Zhongyuan Zhongye's arm. The wound was deep and covered with a layer of dirty mucus. Hands are still reporting the situation to Senou Foreign Exchange through the terminal.

The doctor looked up at him, and couldn't help sighing in his heart: he is worthy of being a model worker in the port mafia, and he still doesn't stop working after being injured.

However, he lamented that it did not mean that he would be merciful.

"Lord Zhongyuan, it will hurt more next time."

He reminded that in the next moment, he poured a bottle of 500ml alcohol directly on the wound of Zhongyuan Zhongye, and rinsed it as normal saline.

Zhongyuan Zhongye's forehead suddenly bulged with blue veins, his temporal muscles tensed at his cheekbones, and his masseter muscles clenched.

The alcohol made a "sizzling" sound when it came into contact with the weirdly polluted wound. The strong burning sensation made his forehead break out in cold sweat, and he couldn't help but stop typing.

During the painful time, Ogai Mori at the other end of the terminal seemed to remember Chuya Nakahara's friendship with Masashi Hirakawa, and specially told him to go to the cafeteria to entertain Masashi Hirakawa.

Zhongyuan Zhong also said in his heart that it was just right.

The doctor habitually pressed his arm to prevent him from hiding.

He often deals with this kind of wounds, and he is used to seeing all kinds of wounded people crying and howling.

But the Central Plains was also different. From the beginning to the end, he couldn't help hissing lightly at the beginning, and there was no other resistance.

It's very worry-free, after all, he dare not say that he can suppress the ceiling of force value of a port that really resists.

"Meow~"

A cat meowed at the door.

The doctor saw the sweaty Central Plains cadre raised his head and looked towards the door.

"come over."

Nakahara Chuya said hoarsely, his voice sounded sexy in a different way.

Chi also tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then took a few steps to run up, and jumped lightly into his arms.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his arms tacitly, and when it just fell, he hugged it with his other uninjured arm.

The two had a tacit understanding as if they had practiced before.

Sticker~

When the cat's fur came into contact with the skin of his wrist, he felt a familiar energy pouring into his body, and the pollution left in his body was immediately squeezed out, and the dirty blood flowed out of the body, and was washed away by medical alcohol.

The doctor opened his mouth to express his disapproval.

Cats have germs on their bodies, and if they touch a sterile wound, it is likely to cause an infection.

But Zhong Yuanzhong is also his boss, he can't be disobedient, and he saw Mao Mao nestled in his arms obediently, away from the wound and the sterile area, without making trouble, and finally shut up silently.

Nakahara is also holding Chi Ye, and it is a very magical feeling from the dual perspectives. The warm cat under his hand is the god Huangba that is sealed in his body. If he loses control, he will blow up the entire port mafia to the sky. Go out, who can believe it?

And their existence like this is like half bodies clinging to each other.

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After treating the wound, Nakahara Nakahara hugged Akaya and walked to the building where the leader was, to be precise, it was the canteen on the middle floor of that building.

He seldom dined in the cafeteria on weekdays, and he almost remembered the wrong location when he wandered around.

At this time, the air was already filled with an increasingly intense fragrance. Outside the closed cafeteria, many port members who were normally arrogant were standing in disgrace by the wall, swallowing and wiping their mouths. Ha Lazi, the nose is still taking deep breaths, as if to smell the food into the stomach.

"Did you change the chef today? It smells so good, even better than the kaiseki dishes I ate at Jiuchengju." A middle-level person said.

The colleague next to him nodded again and again: "Yes, it's so fragrant, I feel that I can cook three bowls of rice with this taste."

"I can do ten bowls!" Someone said disdainfully.

"It's so fragrant, I'm about to cry. Did the leader finally lose sight of the master chef in the cafeteria, so he found a chef with such good cooking skills to reward us? But why didn't he open the door? I'm going to be hungry. "

"Now I look at my hands and feel fragrant, and I want to take a bite."

"No, no, that, can you give me a bite?"

"Fuck you, why don't you eat your own."

"Because yours looks more delicious Doge."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also smiled secretly in his heart, then hugged the cat in one hand, put one hand in his pocket, and walked past the crowd handsomely, greeted by a bunch of "Master Zhong Yuan".

Under the envious eyes of everyone, he kept walking, opened the door of the cafeteria and walked in.

The moment the door opened, the compressed aroma inside exploded like a bomb, causing everyone to inhale deeply in unison.

In the kitchen, Hirakawa Masaki, Nakiri Erina, and Xing Ping Chuangzhen sat around Jiugongge together, holding a paper cup in each hand, and was stuffing things into it.

Seeing that it was Zhongye from the Central Plains, Hirakawa Yaji suddenly smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"Chuya, are you back? I thought you'd be busy until night, so I won't be able to see you."

As he said that, he moved to the side, giving Nakahara a seat where he could sit next to him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned a blind eye to the empty seat on one side, walked over familiarly, and sat down next to him.

Then Hirakawa Yaji stuffed a medium-sized paper cup in his hand, which was warm, exactly the one he held just now.

"This is the ingredient I picked that I like, you taste it first. I'll prepare it for Chiya."

Pingchuan Yaji added a spoonful of soup to him, and through the heat, his face was hazy, as if he had a fairy spirit.

Seeing him concentrate on serving Chi Ye, Zhong Yuan Zhong also started to stare at his face unscrupulously, forgetting to eat for a while.

"Why don't you eat it? Doesn't it suit your taste?" Seeing that he hadn't moved, Hirakawa Yaji turned his head and asked strangely.

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt guilty, quickly lowered his head, stuffed whatever he picked up, and said, "No, I like it very much."

The next moment, the crispy stewed radish burst out juice in his mouth. He quickly covered his mouth, feeling as if he drank a mouthful of fine liquid between his lips and teeth. In, along the esophagus, fell into the stomach, warm.

"This is a radish?!" Zhong Yuan swallowed it with restraint, and focused on the radish that had been dyed light brown by the soup, in disbelief.

He doesn't like to eat radishes cooked in Kanto on weekdays, because he feels that stewed radishes have a strange smell, and he prefers to eat raw ones, which are sweet and crisp.

But this time the radish broke his cognition, and it didn't smell strange at all.

It is obviously stewed crispy and crispy, but there is a sense of richness when bitten down.

The radish cut into large pieces absorbs the soup, and cut it with the teeth along the vertical axis, and the rich soup gushes out. The oden soup is filtered by the radish itself, and mixed with the sweet juice inside the radish, It seems to have jumped into the ocean of soup, the whole person is soaked in the delicious soup, and the cool breeze is blowing him and rippling on the sea.

pretty……

"I also want a piece of radish." Nakahara Chuya held the bowl and raised his hand.