Even though it was already autumn, the air conditioning in the store was very sufficient. Fujiwara Yu glanced at the chef who was busy behind the boiler and wiping his sweat with a towel. It was obvious that he was the type who was very afraid of heat, so he would turn on the air conditioning until the weather cooled down completely.
"Welcome! Please take a seat!"
The space inside the store is very small, with no individual dining tables, only seven bar stools. The environment is also quite old, and you can see that it has been open for some years and has not been renovated.
Fujiwara Yuu politely nodded to the enthusiastic waitress and took a seat at the counter closest to the door, farthest from the restroom. He habitually pulled out his alcohol disinfectant spray from his pocket, but before he could even spray it on the chair, the unsuspecting White plopped down on it.
“…”
White noticed that Claire beside him didn't move, and tilted his head in confusion:
"Mr. Clare, don't you want to sit here? Then we can sit inside."
"No."
Feeling puzzled, Fujiwara Yu had no choice but to move to a seat next to him. He picked up the cold water kettle on the table and filled the glass, then planned to ask the waitress who was wiping the tables and chairs to come over.
Unexpectedly, before the hand was extended, the affectionate couple sitting next to them started showing their love.
"Jiuji, why do you always get your face dirty when you eat? Really, don't you feel uncomfortable when noodle soup gets on the lenses of your glasses?" The girl with long dark brown hair and droopy eyes saw her boyfriend's sloppy look, and reluctantly reached out to take off his glasses to help wipe off the oil stains on them.
"Yumi-san!~" The bearded boy with slightly curled hair on the back of his head scratched his cheek embarrassedly, but the expression on his face showed that he enjoyed the care from his girlfriend.
Fujiwara Yu felt that he was inexplicably forced to eat dog food. He looked at the waitress who was walking towards him with an expressionless face. He wanted to ask where the menu was, but she started to recommend something on her own.
"What do you want to know? Of course, it's our signature dish, Enma Daiou Ramen, which is so delicious!
!”
So, what exactly is Yanma Daiou Ramen? Fujiwara Yuu doesn't quite understand why he pronounces the name of the ramen so beautifully. Does he look like someone with poor hearing?
But considering the other party's enthusiastic recommendation, he had no choice but to speak:
"Then please give me a bowl of Yanma Daiou Ramen, without green onions, thank you."
"I want Yanma Daiou Ramen too, please add more green onions, miss!
”
White's tastes were clearly different from his own, and the way he spoke didn't sound like a CIA agent at all. "I wonder how he even managed to pass the assessment and training," Fujiwara Yuu muttered to himself.
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"OK!"
The couple's whispering voices kept coming to his ears, and Fujiwara Yu could not discuss business with White in such a public place. In desperation, he took out a famous work by Yin Tozachifu, "The Grave of the Wild Chrysanthemums", from his bag.
Although the pages were new, he had read them many times. There was a line in the book that he particularly liked: We have the same thoughts, thinking too much and saying too little.
A young face appeared in his mind, and his expression gradually softened as he thought of her sitting on the edge of his house.
He had carefully prepared a confession, but due to his own reasons he left without waiting for the result... Not everyone who speaks out their feelings can get the love they want, let alone the feelings that cannot be conveyed.
Bang!
The sound of a soup bowl being slammed down interrupted the memory. The waitress smiled with a genuine smile, full of energy, and said loudly:
"Sorry to have kept you waiting! This is our signature Enma Daioh ramen!"
Fujiwara Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at the ordinary bowl of ramen in front of him. There was nothing special about it except that there was a small mountain of dried bamboo shoots. And the so-called "Yanma Daiwang" turned out to be dried bamboo shoots.
He has never been very interested in this kind of pickled food. It turns out that you can't trust a store's sign. You have to choose the flavor you like.
Although Fujiwara Yuu was disappointed, he didn't show any disgust. He carefully opened the disposable tachyons to make sure they were aligned, then put his hands together and said:
"I'm starting."
Just as I was about to take a sip of the noodle soup, the voice of the man with round-frame glasses came from beside me:
"I suggest you split the half-cooked onsen egg first, dip the noodles into the egg liquid, add a little noodle soup and bamboo shoots, and eat it in one bite. This way of eating will make you fall in love with this bowl of ramen instantly."
Fujiwara Yu hesitated for a moment but still learned how to do it and took a bite. The noodles soaked in soup and accompanied by thick egg liquid made his eyes widen slightly before he even chewed them twice. This was the subconscious expression when eating delicious food.
This bowl of ramen is different from other ramen. The more you chew it, the more you can appreciate the deliciousness of the soup base and the crisp texture of the bamboo shoots.
There are also large pieces of barbecued pork soaked in soup. It has been stewed for a long time and is so soft that it melts in your mouth with just a sip.
It was the first time for him to eat such delicious ramen. Previously, due to his picky taste, he had never liked the greasy pork bone ramen. He did not expect that this bowl of Yanma Daioh ramen, with a large amount of dried bamboo shoots, could not only relieve the greasiness but also enhance the freshness and enrich the taste, which was really killing three birds with one stone.
"Is it because the taste is not good enough? I see you are putting the noodles into your mouth instead of slurping them." The store manager wearing a white headscarf leaned over and asked.
Before Fujiwara Yuu could explain, the man with round-frame glasses smiled and explained:
"He's probably the type who can't eat noodles. My brother is the same."
"Hey? Jiuji, do you have a brother?" the woman with droopy eyes asked in surprise.
"Huh? Didn't I tell you, Yumi, that I not only have a brother but also a sister. It's just that I don't look much like them. I'm afraid you wouldn't recognize me if we stood together." The man with round-frame glasses smiled innocently.
The droopy-eyed woman glared with her half-moon eyes and complained:
"Haha, I guess he's about the same type as you. But if you have a younger sister, you should set an example for her and at least shave your stubble when you go on a date with me."
Fujiwara Yuu watched the interaction between the two with a hint of envy in his eyes, and the topic shifted to other places without him explaining.
But it’s better this way, as it allows me to finish the bowl of delicious food in front of me.
But he underestimated White's "ability". Before he could finish a few mouthfuls of the ramen in the bowl, White, who was busy eating noodles beside him, had already drunk the last mouthful of soup and raised his thumb to indicate that he wanted another bowl.
So, after Fujiwara Yu finished a bowl of ramen, he noticed that White next door had already finished three bowls in a row and was about to start his fourth. He pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment before asking:
"Aren't you full yet?"
"Hmm? I still..."
"Swallow what's in your mouth before you speak again."
White quickly swallowed the large piece of barbecued pork in his mouth, raised his hand to wipe the grease from the corner of his mouth, and said with a silly smile:
"Not yet! I should probably have another bowl!"
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