The socially gifted Akihara Kenji joined the fray, and the atmosphere improved considerably. At least the conversations didn't abruptly stop mid-sentence, and there were no more people struggling to find topics to talk about.
But Fujiwara Yu, who treated the social gathering purely as a meal, basically just listened to their small talk, and his attention was basically focused on the bowl of fragrant potato chip fried rice in front of him. It was the first time he saw the combination of snacks and carbohydrates, and he thought it was interesting, so he ordered it.
The slightly longer Thai rice grains are distinct, and each one is evenly covered with golden eggs. It can be inferred that the chef of the restaurant mixed the egg liquid with the rice in advance, and stirred them together before starting to fry.
The seemingly bland potato chip fried rice has a wonderful texture the moment you take a bite. The soft, glutinous rice is brimming with the rich umami flavor of the egg. The potato chips added before serving retain their crisp texture, and the aroma of the fried potatoes collides with the spicy black pepper, creating a perfectly balanced flavor.
The side dish that surprised Fujiwara Yu the most was the bean sprouts. He originally thought they were just for the sake of color, but he never expected them to be the finishing touch to this potato chip fried rice. Their crispy and fragrant taste successfully neutralized the greasiness of the fried rice, creating a refreshing and refreshing effect.
As Akihara Kenji picked up the sake cup, he noticed that Fujiwara Yu was eating seriously and not participating in the conversation at all. He just smiled slightly and thought that Fujiwara's personality was quite interesting. He was obviously integrated into the conversation... but he also felt that he seemed like he would disappear at any time.
It's really quite subtle. I don't know why such a ridiculous idea came up.
"This citrus-flavored pickled white radish is really refreshing. Hiro, do you want to try it?" Furiya Rei asked with a smile as he picked up the appetizer that came with the set meal.
"I always feel that you have ulterior motives in letting me have a taste, Zero." Zhu Fujingguang completely saw through You Xunran's little tricks and joked with a smile.
"Did you discover it? But you are indeed talented in cooking. I look forward to your guidance in the future, Mr. Zhufu." Fūya Ling smiled and picked up a piece of pickled vegetable and put it in his mouth. The sour and sweet taste of citrus combined with the crisp texture of radish is simply a thief of taste buds.
Matsuda Jinpei held his chin and raised his eyebrows slightly, saying teasingly:
"Hey, Morobushi, can you teach me how to cook someday? I plan to move out after graduation. After all, the Metropolitan Police Department is quite a distance from my home, so renting a place nearby would be more convenient."
"You'd better forget it, Jinping." Akihara Kenji calmly drank a mouthful of soup and said with a smile, "I'm worried that you might lose control of your hands and dismantle the gas stove or something to check the internal structure."
“…Am I that kind of person?”
"Of course! Hahahahaha!"
Matsuda Jinpei's eyes widened in silence, but upon reflection, it seemed like something he would do. He couldn't understand why no one else did what he did. Didn't they have the desire to take something new and interesting apart and study it?
No, really not. At least there is no one present who has a habit of destroying houses.
The good atmosphere of the social gathering ended after they had eaten and drunk their fill. Akihara Kenji took out his phone to check the time, confirming that there were still two hours left before the curfew at the police academy. He smiled and suggested:
"There's a new karaoke bar nearby, why don't we go sing?"
"Okay, okay, let's go! I want to sing Zard's "My Friend," it's such a great song!"
Although Kenji Akihara said he would treat everyone to a meal, in the end the boys shared the bill.
Walking out of the restaurant, Fujiwara Yuu slowly followed the back of the team. He was not interested in singing. It was not as exaggerated as being tone-deaf, but at least singing was not his strong point.
Matsuda Jinpei glared at the girls surrounding Akihara. He sighed helplessly and said:
"In the end, Hagi monopolized the spotlight. I don't understand why he's so popular."
Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard this. He teased with interest:
"Matsuda, are you jealous? Is there someone here who you like?"
"...How is that possible? The type of girl I like is not that type." Matsuda Jinpei retorted with his hands in his pockets. He knew that his personality was sometimes not popular with girls, so he liked girls who could control their temper.
This is also the reason why Chisu Akihara became Matsuda's first love. When he was a child, the only one who could suppress him was Chisu.
The old man in the newsboy cap who passed by them suddenly stopped and called out to Fujiwara Yu who was at the end of the team without hesitation.
"Excuse me, are you friends of that young man?"
"Hmm? Yes, what can I do for you?"
The old man wearing a newsboy cap explained with a smile:
"Not only did he carry me up the stairs just now, he also paid to help me draw the lottery. I'm so grateful. Please thank him for me."
"OK."
After hearing this, everyone except Jinpei Matsuda was quite surprised, because they didn't expect such a dramatic thing to be true. They originally thought that Akihara made up an excuse for being late.
Matsuda Jinpei smiled, put his hands on the back of his head, and said calmly:
"Hagi wouldn't lie like that, but he deliberately called the old man an old woman, probably to boost his popularity."
"That's something Qiu Yuan would do, to boost his popularity or something, haha!"
Everyone was talking and laughing as they walked forward, but Fujiwara Yu suddenly noticed that Morobushi Kagemitsu was standing there without any reaction. Just when he was about to remind him, he noticed that Morobushi's gaze seemed to fall on something. He followed his gaze... and found that it was a little girl with pigtails, who looked to be about seven years old.
Seven years old.
If it were someone else, Fujiwara Yu might not feel anything about the age of "seven years old", but considering that what happened to Morofushi Kagemitsu also happened fifteen years ago, the combination of the two will lead to new speculations.
Could this little girl be related to the case fifteen years ago?
"Zhu Fu, do you know her?"
Fujiwara Yu's voice successfully pulled Morobushi Kagemitsu out of his grayish-white memories. He regained his composure and looked to the side, noticing the concern in Fujiwara's eyes. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, saying:
"I just feel like she looks a bit like my childhood playmate."
"A childhood playmate?"
"Well, it was a girl named Arisato, but she passed away due to illness fifteen years ago. I remember attending her funeral." Zhu Fujingguang sighed at the end. He did not expect that the cheerful and optimistic Arisato would encounter such a thing at such a young age.
A childhood friend who has passed away? And fifteen years ago, is it a coincidence?
“Ah ...”
Just when Fujiwara Yu was about to find out more, a shrill scream suddenly came from the barbecue restaurant across the street, which made all the police academy students who were sensitive to the case turn their heads to look.
Did something happen?
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