It started to snow again that day. After closing the shop, Kuroki Jin thought for a moment and pulled out Asai Narumi who wanted to go upstairs and hide under the quilt to keep warm. The two of them braved the snow and went to the shop where they had ramen last time. .
On a snowy day, nothing is more healing than a bowl of hot ramen.
Asai Narimi, who was originally reluctant to go out, succumbed to the delicious ramen when he took the first bite, and once again praised the shop owner's craftsmanship.
"On a snowy day, there are fewer customers." The boss looked at the two people sitting in the store, but he was not worried at all.
Kuroki's symbolic comfort: "If you are good at craftsmanship, you will not have to worry about food and clothing."
"It's a pity that my son refuses to learn my craft. I'm afraid the shop will close if I continue to work for a few more years."
Kuroki Jin comes here a lot, and the shop owner is a hospitable person. He also knows what the situation of his house is like every time he visits.
He has a son who currently works in a large company and earns much more than opening a store every year. Naturally, he refuses to come back and sell this craft.
"If the boss can't stay idle, I can recommend you to stay at my brother's restaurant."
The owner of the Kuroki Hitomi store had a strange expression on his face after hearing what he said. He quickly added: "I'm not asking you to close the store and go work part-time. When you don't want to work anymore, you can go over and become a ramen chef and teach my brother how to make it." It’s more delicious, certainly not the kind that’s passed down from family.”
"How can there be any family craftsmanship?" The shop owner didn't think wrongly. He was still a little interested in this proposal. "Your brother is a chef?"
"The chef and owner, although not a ramen shop, but he also makes some pasta."
The brother he was talking about was, of course, Taiga Eunari, who opened a family restaurant. His current income was mainly used to raise his children, and with the financial support from Jin Kuroki and Airi Chiga, it was enough.
"Then I'll have to try it one day." The shop owner left the address and went to do an on-site inspection when he had some free time.
It's hot and high here, but the people there are a little depressed.
Takagi Wataru finished his day's work and sat in the driver's seat tiredly, having no strength to drive by himself.
He thought of Officer Sato who was still busy at his desk just before leaving, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Takagi Wataru likes Officer Sato...or in other words, the entire Investigation Division or even the entire Metropolitan Police Department regards Sato Miwako as their goddess.
Therefore, compared to his powerful colleagues, Takagi Wataru feels somewhat inferior to himself.
He is not smart, and his background is not good. Compared with Shiratiao, who joined the Metropolitan Police Department in the professional group and will soon be promoted to the police department, there is no comparison at all.
In the words of Miyamoto Yumi, Takagi has done his best in this life to be promoted to Megure's position.
And what about Sato? After graduating from the police academy and entering the quasi-professional group, he started working as the patrol director until he became the current police officer.
In fact, Sato has been working as a police officer for some years and may be promoted to the police department at any time. He is one of the most likely people to take over Megure's position.
The person you like and the rival in love are both better than you, so how can Takagi express his feelings with his mouth.
This breakthrough point was in the previous arsonist case. In desperation, he said to Sato, "Officer Sato is the most important to me." Afterwards, although Sato didn't say much, Takagi became more concerned.
His carefully hidden thoughts were put aside and exposed to the sun, but the person involved didn't react at all and even began to alienate him, not even allowing him to participate in the case in hand!
Takagi began to worry about gains and losses, and he was distracted every day for the past few days. Mu Mu always asked him to ask for a leave and rest, fearing that he would choke on too many cigarettes and damage his brain.
Takagi Wataru felt a little stuffy in the car, so he simply took out the car key, opened the door and stood outside, locked the car door and walked slowly along the street against the snow.
The cold air outside made him energetic, but what followed was even more depression. Finally, following God's guidance intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes rested on the sign of a small bar on the roadside.
Takagi Wataru rarely drinks, and his drinking capacity is not very good. He will become drunk after a few drinks. He was afraid of delaying his work, so he always controlled his alcohol consumption.
But tomorrow was his day off, and he was pretentious again. When he saw the sign of the bar, he couldn't walk.
He followed his instinct and stepped into the bar. The warm air hit him, blowing away the cold wind outside.
"Welcome." At the bar, the young bartender smiled politely, "Is the guest alone?"
"Uh... yes." Takagi, who had never been to a bar alone, was a little overwhelmed and stood awkwardly at the door.
"Please take a seat." The bartender had seen many such people, and put the wine list in front of Takagi with a warm smile, "What type of wine do you like, sir? I personally recommend whiskey. It is masculine and warm, and is most suitable for you, sir."
Takagi didn't understand wine. Apart from checking the prices on the wine list to avoid being cheated, the bartender led him to make choices.
After two glasses of wine, he couldn't help but talk about his depression.
Fortunately, the bar's business is not booming, and the bartender can handle the occasional guests, so it's still possible to have an extra pair of ears to listen to stories.
As a service industry, the bartender is very good at communicating with people. When faced with Takagi who was in emotional trouble, he began to explain:
"Actually, think about it from another angle. You said you were in danger that day, and you subconsciously spoke your mind when you saw the lady anxious. But if you think about it carefully, the lady was anxious for you."
"This shows that you don't have no status in her heart."
"But..." Takagi was already a little overwhelmed, "Maybe Miss Sato only has feelings for me as a colleague."
"Think about it, even ordinary colleagues will be anxious when encountering danger, right?"
The bartender was not discouraged, "But what you did next was very good. In order to protect Miss Sato's father's relics, you risked your own life. Isn't Miss Sato also very touched?"
"Rather than being moved, I think she wanted to hit me more..."
Takagi felt aggrieved and drank another mouthful of wine, "I'm so cowardly. How can a coward like me be worthy of Miss Sato like that..."
He drank too much and had something on his mind. He lay on the table and started talking to himself.
There were other customers in the store, and the bartender raised his head and smiled at everyone. This kind of scene is very common in bars, so the other customers also smiled kindly and didn't pay much attention to it.
Takagi was originally talking about this matter, and then he mentioned what happened a long time ago. He chatted with the bartender for three hours in a disjointed manner.
Within three hours, the bartender carefully controlled the amount of alcohol he consumed and allowed him to gradually sober up.
Takagi, who was half drunk and half awake, knew that he had disturbed people for a long time, so he paid and left, saying thank you before leaving.
"You're welcome." The bartender remained cordial, "This is my job."
Takagi thought to himself: This place is really nice, I will come again next time.
