"Kuangyou, you go eat. If you can, please bring me a bento box too."

Guangyou nodded, didn't stand on ceremony, took the money, and turned to leave.

Compared to watching them solve cases, the food was more appealing to him.

There are indeed many delicious restaurants nearby, so many that Guangyou was overwhelmed by the choices.

After taking a quick look around the street, Guangyou decided to buy some snacks to take home.

He planned to buy a few servings of takoyaki and a few servings of sushi.

People who are still at work at night finally have a little free time to enjoy life.

The pace of life in Tokyo, no, in all of Japan, is very fast, which brings with it a lot of pressure.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why people in this country like to drink.

You can often see izakayas on the street, and these izakayas usually do good business.

I bought six servings of takoyaki from a shop next to an izakaya that had a sign that read "Father and Son Passing Down the Business."

The shop owner was a young man with delicate features. He patted his chest and said that if the food wasn't good, he would give a full refund, and all future takoyaki would be free.

He wrote this down and hung it in the most prominent place in the shop.

After paying, Guangyou went to the sushi shop across the street and bought some sushi at random.

While strolling along the street, I took out a takoyaki and started eating it right there on the street.

The freshly made takoyaki was still steaming hot, and the aroma of octopus wafted directly into Guangyou's nose.

"It tastes good."

After finishing one, Guangyou sincerely exclaimed, "It doesn't disgrace the brand of so-called father-son inheritance."

"But I still have to try Aizuya in Osaka next time."

Guangyou stuffed another small dumpling whole into his mouth, mumbling incoherently.