"Finally arrived." Uncle Mori stepped out of Shirahama Station, looked at the azure sky, and yawned contentedly.
"Dad, let's go to the waiting room and look at the souvenirs," Xiaolan said with a smile as she walked ahead.
Following behind Ran, Kōyū said to Ai beside him, "Ai, why don't you take a look and see if there are any souvenirs you like? It's not easy to come all this way."
Shirahama is too far from Tokyo, and Kōyū was already tired from sitting. If it weren't for the fact that he could chat and joke around with Ai and Conan on the train, he would have been bored to death long ago.
There weren't many souvenirs in the waiting room; most were local specialties or trinkets.
Guangyou didn't fancy anything, but Xiaolan took a liking to a plum-shaped keychain, which only had 3 left.
It's not just about pickled plums; there are also cartoon character eyes on it, which adds a touch of cuteness to the keychain.
Uncle Mori shuddered involuntarily when he saw the plum-shaped key ring: "Ran, what's so good about this sour stuff?!"
Conan also wore a bitter expression as he watched Kōyū pop a sour plum into his mouth: "Yeah, what's so good about it?"
Guangyou really likes to eat this kind of thing. Just hearing about pickled plums makes his mouth water. They are sour, but they taste delicious. However, he can't eat too many.
"I think it's pretty good." Ai put a sour plum in her mouth, and the sweet and sour taste was quite nice.
Moreover, the health benefits of sour plums are quite remarkable. They not only have the effect of relieving fatigue and boosting vitality, but also have anti-tumor properties, improve gastrointestinal health, protect the liver, have antibacterial, antiparasitic, and anti-allergic effects, and finally, the anti-aging and beauty-preserving effects that no woman would refuse.
Xiaolan bought souvenirs, Guangyou bought a few packs of pickled plums, and the group got into a car to head to the Nanfang Xiongnan Memorial Hall. Even Uncle Mori, who was Japanese, was not familiar with this name and wondered who this person was.
"He was an outstanding modern Japanese biologist and folklorist, born in Wakayama Prefecture, and highly accomplished in the study of plants and fungi," Ai explained.
Regardless of who this person is, it sounds very prestigious. Uncle Mori took the travel brochure, looked at it, and nodded in admiration, saying, "Such an amazing person has come from here."
Upon arriving at the memorial hall, it was found to be less grand than Kouyu had imagined. This was to be expected, given that the contributions of Minakata Kumagusu were somewhat distant to the general public, and even many Japanese people would not know who he was without prior research.
Just as I was about to enter the memorial hall, an older woman at the entrance greeted me with a friendly smile: "Sir, would you like to have something to eat before you go on your way? Our Ise lobster is very famous."
Xiaolan didn't make a decision on her own. She turned around and asked, "Dad, what do you think?"
Uncle Mori glanced at his watch; it was 11:43 a.m.
After checking the time, Uncle Mori said, "It's a bit early for lunch now, let's go see the memorial first."
Since that's what they've said, the auntie couldn't really say anything. After all, she was running a business, not robbing people. She could only nod and smile, saying, "Then I hope you and everyone have a good time. You can come and try it sometime."
Guangyou originally thought the memorial hall would be like a museum, but he was surprised to find that it was more like a forest park, with nothing but people and roads and a green expanse in front of him.
However, deep within the forest, there are still buildings similar to museums for people to visit.
When Guangyou came out of the memorial hall, he couldn't help but yawn a few times. The things inside were quite boring, and it was enough to just take a quick look around.
After visiting the memorial hall, the group was led by the older woman to a restaurant. The private room for them was in a good location, with a view of the boundless sea through the window. The only drawback was that the parking lot was also located there, which blocked some of the view.
After the auntie introduced the Ise lobster, Guangyou swallowed hard as he looked at the tender lobster meat.
In Japan, Ise lobsters also symbolize longevity, and they are even offered as offerings. Compared to Australian lobsters, Ise lobsters are smaller, purplish-red all over, have sharp spines on their heads, and a pair of large antennae without claws.
A 25cm long Ise lobster costs about 300 RMB. Guangyou and his group ordered seven or eight. Although it was a bit pricey, it was delicious overall.
After dinner, everyone boarded a specially made boat and went out to sea. There were many places where people could see the sea below, where fish swam leisurely.
If they knew that people would pay to visit them, they would probably say, "What an idiot."
Next, the group arrived at Shirahama Beach, where there were already quite a few tourists, including young people sunbathing and beautiful women in swimsuits.
Guangyou scooped up some sand and let it slip through his fingers. The unique feature of this beach was the whiteness and fineness of the sand. Other beaches were yellow at first glance, but this one was pure white.
"It's formed because it's made of quartz sand containing 90% silica." Ai squatted down, twirling a grain of sand in her hand, and muttered to herself.
"I've made up my mind, I'm going to take this sand back with me!"
A playful female voice suddenly rang out, "Look, this way we can put it in a small bottle and use it as stardust."
"How old are you to still be playing these kinds of girly games? Seriously." A handsome boy next to the girl suddenly frowned. "Let me ask you, didn't you see that weird keychain at the station earlier? The kind with a pickled plum on it."
"Because that key ring is cute."
The girl was completely unaware that the smile never left her face.
Xiaolan nodded in agreement, because she bought it because she thought the keychain was cute, and it wasn't very expensive.
"Only a little kid would want to buy something like that," the young man said, raising an eyebrow and scoffing at the sour plum keychain.
Xiao Lan squinted awkwardly at the young man: "Little brat?"
Is she an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire?
Besides the young man and the girl who was called a "little brat," there were three other people, one of whom was a bespectacled man with a round face who seemed to be taking pictures with a camera.
He glanced back casually and saw Uncle Mori and his group looking at them. The bespectacled man immediately became excited, ran up to Uncle Mori, and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Mori, the famous detective Kogoro Mori?"
Uncle Mori paused for a moment, then nodded, bewildered.
The bespectacled man was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Uncle Mori's wrist and turned to his companions, saying, "Look, he's the famous detective Kogoro Mori! If you don't look, he'll run away!"
This action made Uncle Mori extremely embarrassed, and Kouyu was also quite speechless. So Uncle Mori is so strong now that he still has such a die-hard fan.
"Cough cough, let go, I won't run away."
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