Maybe there really is something magical about Scotland.
In short, as soon as his words came out, Ikue and Morohoshi, who were initially indifferent to Tohru Amuro's proposal, mostly gave in.
"#&...@*&%!"
——This is Toru Amuro, whose proposal was unanimously approved but could not feel any joy at all.
So during the rest of the journey, three people, except the driver Toru Amuro, got together and searched for places in Tokyo suitable for dinner through various software and websites.
"How about this French restaurant? I heard their fish is very fresh and it doesn't take more than four hours from the time it's caught to the entrance."
"I'll see if I need to make a reservation." Yu Jiang turned to the end of the webpage, "Tsk, please make a reservation six months in advance for dining."
This is not a meal, but a feast.
"The Maisen fried pork chop is delicious." Morohoshi suggested, "His pork chop is so tender that you can pick it apart with chopsticks."
"Huh? It turns out that Rai, you also eat Japanese food. I thought you preferred Western food."
Zhu Xingda was silent for two seconds: "...This was recommended by others."
Yu Jiang followed up Qingchuan Yu's teasing: "It turns out that guests of five-star hotels will recommend restaurants to the doorman who carries their luggage!"
"..."
All the stars are devastated, and the happiest person is Toru Amuro.
In the end, the task of choosing a restaurant fell completely on Yu Jiang and Qingchuan Yu. After nearly half an hour of choosing here and there, they finally decided on their next destination.
Ikue photographed the map on Toru Amuro's face, almost causing a car crash and death.
Toru Amuro complained while calmly controlling the car: "Even if you don't drive, you should know the most basic common sense!!"
Yu Jiang shook the map: "Did you see it? Go here."
"I see, I see, you put the map away first."
The restaurant they finally decided on was an oden restaurant.
That's right, it's the ordinary civilian delicacy Oden.
If I had to single out something unusual about this restaurant, it would be the oden soup - it is said that this pot of soup is older than the four people here combined.
"Does this store have so many years of history?" Toru Amuro asked to himself as he looked around at the slightly quaint decoration.
Unexpectedly, his voice was heard by the boss, who immediately introduced his shop: "This shop has been opened since my grandfather's grandfather, and I am already the fifth generation. How long has the oden soup been circulated? I don’t know either, but this pot of soup has never been changed as long as I can remember.”
It's okay if he didn't say this, but once he said it, it immediately had the effect of dissuading him.
Yu Jiang quietly moved to the door: "Should we change stores?"
"Okay, let's go eat pork chops."
"Ahem, me too..."
At this moment, a rhythmic "cooing" suddenly sounded in the quiet restaurant - obviously, someone was hungry.
The four members of the JPN special operations team looked at each other with the same embarrassed expressions on their faces, but no one claimed responsibility for what happened just now.
"Snapped!"
The boss placed a plate of juicy roots on the wooden table.
The big root is white radish, which is a very classic dish in oden.
The overflowing fragrance hit the nostrils and immediately attracted everyone's greed.
Now who has the time to worry about this nearly century-old antique soup?
As long as it's delicious, it doesn't matter if it comes from the Pharaoh's underground palace.
The stewed roots break apart with a gentle poke with chopsticks, and rich soup flows out from the gaps. When you bite into it, it melts in your mouth.
How to judge the quality of an oden restaurant? Just order a plate of the classics and find out.
A restaurant that can make classic dishes delicious is not necessarily a good restaurant, but a restaurant that cannot even make classic dishes delicious must be a bad restaurant.
How can you not go into a small shop like this with the atmosphere of an izakaya and not have a glass of cold and refreshing draft beer?
Drinking cold beer and eating piping hot oden is the true meaning of summer.
After three rounds of drinking, even the oden restaurant owner who served them started chatting with everyone.
Yujiang and the others listened to the boss telling stories about opening a shop by himself in the past, and occasionally talked about his own "experiences" that no one knew were true or false. The beautiful night passed quickly, and soon the hour hand pointed to the twelve o'clock position.
"Young man, you are colleagues, right? We have a really good relationship." The boss asked while drinking.
"You'd better drink less." Qingchuan Yu said out of humanitarian concern, "You still want to open a store."
The boss waved his hand: "No! It doesn't matter! I can close the door after I finish entertaining you."
Yu Jiang answered the boss's question seriously: "You are only half right."
"Half? Oh!" The boss suddenly realized, "Aren't you colleagues? Then you must be old classmates.
"It's great. A few old guys I met in junior high school and I get together occasionally."
Yujiang: Bah!
Is this boss blind? Which eye did he see that their relationship was good?
Didn’t you see that just now he was pouring wine on Zhu Xing?
It's a pity that Morohoshi was not able to make him suffer from alcoholism.
…
When the hour and minute hands of the clock completely converged at the same place, the members of the JPN Special Operations Team had already left the izakaya, and they were staggering on their way back to the safe house.
Of course, it's hard to say how real the swaying here is.
Tonight they were having a carnival on the surface, but everyone was wearing a mask, and the harmony they created was just an illusion on top of the mask.
There are just four people, including Xiao Tongran who cannot recognize each other, brothers who hold grudges, companions who are neither enemies nor friends but also friends and foes, partners who act together with extraordinary tacit understanding, and those who are in different camps and must be at odds with each other. enemy.
I'm afraid the popular variety shows on TV Asahi are not as complicated as their relationship.
"boom--"
A cluster of bright fireworks suddenly bloomed in the sky, lighting up half of the night sky and eclipsing even the moonlight.
Toru Amuro and Morohoshi were still arguing about whether a lucky bag or wild vegetables and tofu was better, and they had no time to enjoy the beautiful fireworks.
Yu Jiang and Qingchuan Yu hung far behind, and the brilliant fireworks made the outline of their faces blurry and soft.
"Hey." Yu Jiang suddenly said, "Are you too lax lately?"
Qingchuan Yu raised his head and looked at the bright light in the night sky. Hearing this, he turned his head and thought seriously: "Well, is there one?"
"Yesterday at the station, you took out the bass and left the rifle in the gig bag, right? It's so suspicious that the soft gig bag can still stand even though there is nothing there."
When he said this, Qingchuan Yu remembered what happened yesterday, and he suddenly said: "It seems that my vigilance is indeed insufficient. I was also... when I saw Rai's sister was about to cry..."
Yujiang raised his eyebrows in surprise: "How did you know that was Rai's sister?"
The smile on Qingchuan Yu's face was gentle: "Although Rai refuses to admit it, the only people like him who can show their gentle side are family members!"
The corner of Yu Jiang's mouth twitched slightly: "Wen, gentle??"
The little girl was almost scared to tears at that time, okay?
