Chapter 58 Team
The summer sun emerges at five o'clock, but at seven o'clock the sunlight spreads over the horizon from the corner of the street, illuminating the crowded crowd in front of the supermarket with golden light.
"This is the budget. You guys decide what to cook tonight, what ingredients to buy, and how to plan your time," Feng Jian handed them the envelope. "Under the precondition, you are not allowed to ask for help, and you are not allowed to quarrel."
"Well, Kazama..." Momoshiro was about to say something, but Kazama had already pushed both of them into the supermarket, "Be a man, don't be so fussy. Do what you promised."
"hiss."
Taocheng and Kaitang looked at each other, turned around and walked to different directions. A few minutes later, one of them appeared at the door with a pen in his hand and the other with a whiteboard in his hand.
"Kaitang Snake, I didn't expect you to be so self-aware." Taocheng turned the pen in his hand.
"Hiss," Kaidou tutted, "You're not bad either."
A few furtive figures were hiding behind the shelves not far away. Kikumaru held a pack of wet wipes over his head. "Oishi, it looks like we don't need to worry at all. They're definitely fine, meow."
"Yes..." Dashi looked at them with a gratified expression as if "my son has grown up".
“The probability that an argument will break out in three minutes is 87.5%.”
A voice suddenly came, and a green face suddenly appeared behind Daishi. Kikumaru dodged to the side in fright, his voice rising, "Agan, why are you here? And please don't be so mysterious all the time, okay?!"
He took the celery that was blocking his face away and said, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this? Have you completed today's training mission?"
"Agan, we'll make it up to them when we get back," Dashi said, sweat breaking out on his forehead. "After all, everyone cares about them so much."
"And aren't you worried about them too?" Kikumaru put his hands on his hips and glanced at him.
He adjusted his reflective glasses and didn't answer. He just moved his feet and squatted with them. "It will shorten the quarrel from three minutes to one minute."
“Eh——”
The sound was suddenly cut off.
"I thought I heard Kikumaru-senpai's voice just now," Momoshiro peeked out. A flash of wine-red appeared behind the shelf, but when he tilted his head to look, it disappeared. "I guess I was seeing things."
"Momoshiro..." Kaitang said in a faint voice, with a black cross on his forehead. "Why don't you look at what you have done!"
"What?" Tao Cheng lowered his head and gasped when he saw that the whiteboard in front of him was almost covered with his hand and the previous content was almost invisible. "I'm sorry—"
"I knew I couldn't accomplish anything with an idiot like you."
"I said I've already apologized, what else do you want from me?"
"If apologies were effective, what would the police be for?"
"Stinky poisonous snake!"
"Big fool!"
"......" Several people who were watching the show not far away were petrified. They all looked at Gan and gave him a thumbs up.
Kikumaru pointed at his covered mouth, his face flushed red. Kawamura quickly let him go, scratched his head and apologized softly, "Sorry, Eiji, it happened suddenly."
"Fuji, Kawamura, why are you here too?" Oishi looked surprised.
"I guessed you would be here," Fuji said, standing beside Kawamura with his hands behind his back, his off-white casual clothes making his smile brighter, "Because I'm just as worried about them as you are."
"The probability that all third graders will be present is indeed 100%." Gan smiled confidently.
"But Tezuka isn't here yet." Kikumaru put his hands behind his head.
Fuji tilted his head and thought: "But when I left, Tezuka was no longer in the room."
"Probably went to training," Kawamura guessed.
He walked to the side, took out his cell phone and silently dialed Tezuka's number.
"But is Kazama okay on her own?" Oishi stared ahead worriedly. "Her hand isn't healed yet."
"Don't worry, Daishi," Kikumaru patted him on the back, "the three of them will be fine, meow..."
Before he finished speaking, another knowing laugh interrupted, "I knew the seniors were all here."
"Wow—" Kikumaru jumped up in fright, his hand hitting Daishi's shoulder and dodging behind him, yelling in dissatisfaction, "Kazama, why are you as elusive as A-gan? You're really scary."
"I didn't realize that Kikumaru-senpai is so timid," Kazama joked with a smile, looking at the others, "But seniors are only allowed to watch and not interfere."
"No problem," Fuji glanced at the two awkward people in the distance, "I'm quite looking forward to what Momoshiro and Kaidou will do tonight."
"I want to eat eel rice," Kikumaru came up like a cute cat, "Kazama, why don't you give some advice to Atao and the others?"
Kazama crossed his arms, "Absolutely not, Eiji-senpai."
"Ah~~ As expected, when you spend too much time talking to someone, you'll start to resemble that person," Kikumaru wailed. "Kazama-kun has become as ruthless as Tezuka."
Kazama said in a heartbeat, "Stop talking nonsense, Eiji-senpai."
"Kazama is shy~"
"Speaking of this," Fuji turned to ask Gan, "Agan, did Tezuka answer the phone?"
"No," Gan stared at the hung up phone in his hand and fell into deep thought, muttering to himself: "Speaking of which, why is there music over there at Tezuka's place..."
The others had already caught up, leaving Gan alone standing there.
The other side.
The elegant sound of violin mixed with the mellow aroma of coffee slowly flowed through the store. There were few people in the store, only two figures sitting by the window.
"The Blue Mountain coffee in this shop tastes quite good," Atobe said, half supporting his chin and looking at the person opposite him, "Tezuka, what do you think?"
Tezuka hummed softly, waving the spoon in his hand nonchalantly, his chestnut hair tinged with a hint of white. "It's really good."
"I heard that a lot of foreign clubs have contacted you recently. I think there must be one that you like."
"I don't have any plans to go abroad for the time being," Tezuka said calmly, his eyes sweeping across the supermarket before quickly retracting, "Right now I just want to finish my studies."
"Yeah?"
Atobe took a sip of his ice drink, glanced at the crowded supermarket entrance, raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at him calmly.
The coffee spreads in the air, like a warm tea in the afternoon, refreshing the heart.
"It's all your fault, you stinky snake. You bought too many eels and have no money to buy other ingredients." Taocheng complained with his hands full of ingredients pouring out like beans.
"Hiss, you're still the same," Haitang said, clutching the plastic bag, making a rustling sound. "You bought so many shrimps, are you going to treat them as seafood?"
"This is the ingredient for making tempura."
"That's also the ingredient for making eel rice."
"I'm talking to you two," Feng Jian stood between them, not doubting that if their hands weren't full of things, they would fight in the street without hesitation, "We agreed not to quarrel."
"Now there's a more serious problem," Fengjian looked at Taocheng, then at Kaidou, and pointed at the overly warm sun above his head, "You've spent all your money. Have you thought about how to get back?"
"If I walk back, I'll get heatstroke."
They both choked at the same time.
"Yo-ho—" A cheerful tone penetrated the sultry air. The three of them turned around at the same time. Kikumaru and the others were just coming out of the supermarket, waving at them. "What a coincidence, Tao, I didn't expect to see you here."
Senior Kikumaru is really a natural actor, Kazama thought.
"Senior Kikumaru, Senior Oishi," Momoshiro's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped the last straw, "Seniors must have brought money, right?"
Kikumaru's smile froze, and he turned to look at his partner, "Oishi, before we go out, we should have brought some money, right?"
"Oops," Oishi slapped his head, "I forgot my wallet in the room before I left today."
"No way..." Momoshiro and Kikumaru wailed at the same time. After asking around, they found that only Fuji had brought money.
"I'm sorry, but I only have enough money for one person."
"In that case..." Taocheng pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly turned and pointed at Kaidou, "Stinky venomous snake, then I will reluctantly give you this rare opportunity. You can take the car back and cook first."
"I refuse," Kaidou said with a cold face, "Don't think I don't know what you're planning, Taocheng, you just want to be lazy."
"What kind of good person are you wrongly accusing, you stinky snake?"
"You want to be lazy again!"
The coffee shop in front of the window opposite.
Atobe half-supported his chin and glanced at Tezuka with a half-smile, "It seems your team members have encountered some difficulties."
Tezuka pushed his glasses up and stood up from his seat, "That's no reason to argue in the street."
"It's really inappropriate to make so much noise," Atobe said, arms folded across his chest, looking at the teenagers downstairs calmly, "Kabaji, let them be intoxicated by my generosity and selflessness."
“Usu.”
Finally, the group from Seigaku got on the Atobe family's luxury car and returned to Shirako Town.
"Tezuka is really here too," Kikumaru said as he moved closer to Oishi. "Akan's data is so accurate it's frightening."
"yes."
Tezuka glanced at her, and Kikumaru immediately glanced away. He swept his eyes over everyone and said calmly, "Except Momoshiro and Kaidou, all regular team members are not allowed to enter the kitchen, including me."
"yes."
"Ah~ What a pity," Kikumaru hung his head on the doorstep, "I thought I could see the funny looks of Atao and the others..."
He caught a glimpse of Kazama heading into the kitchen. He jumped up as if someone had stepped on his tail, pointed at her and asked Tezuka, "Tezuka, Kazama wanted to sneak in."
Tezuka adjusted his glasses, "Kazama is not a regular player."
Kikumaru choked and suddenly widened his eyes, looking as if he had been deceived.
Fengjian made a face at him and slipped in when he was so angry that his teeth were itching but helpless.
"If Feng Jian doesn't keep a close eye on things, Tao and the others might blow up the kitchen," Fuji said with a smile as he leaned against a tree. "Anyway, let's just sit here and wait quietly for their results."
"Fuji is right, let them hone themselves," Oishi said, sitting nearby. "After all, we third-year students will be leaving after the training camp is over."
"That's right, meow." Kikumaru rubbed the tip of the pen, put his hands behind his head and sat down.
However, the kitchen was already in an uproar.
The range hood hummed, but it couldn't cover the flames rising from the pot. The sizzling smell of burning oil smoke came towards him. Taocheng frantically grabbed the lid to cover it, and the back of his hand shrank from the heat. "You stinking snake, pour out the oil! Can't you see the pot is almost burned through?!"
"Shut up!" Haitang's hand, gripping the oil bottle, trembled, and with a "splash" he poured more oil, sending golden droplets splattering onto the white tiles. He abruptly retracted his hand, stiffening his neck and glaring back, "If you had just chopped the onions, would I have had to scramble like that?"
"I don't have time," Tao Cheng just tossed the charred spatula aside, and the onion in his hand fell to the ground with a "plop", and the purple and white petals rolled all over the floor. "Where are the shrimp you just washed? ? So you were just busy arguing with me just now."
"Stop talking nonsense," Kaidou bent down to pick up onions, the apron straps hanging to the floor. Taocheng was sharp-eyed and stepped over to avoid it, but he tutted softly, "Don't cry when you cut the onions later."
"Hiss, you're crying!" Kaitang stood up, holding half an onion in his hand. The juice splashed into the corner of his eyes. He blinked violently, "If you say another word, I'll throw you in the trash!"
"You're really angry."
Fengjian huddled against the door frame, covering his forehead and barely able to bear to watch.
Half an hour later, the three of them stared at the black dish that could barely be called dark cuisine and fell silent.
"This thing..." Taocheng swallowed, "Will it kill people if you eat it?"
"hiss."
"Um..." At this time, a faint voice came from the door. Kazama looked up and bumped into a pair of expectant eyes. Horio and the other two stood in front. Katsuro's face flushed red. "Can we give it a try?"
"Momoshiro, Kaidou, although our abilities aren't as strong as yours, we are also part of the Seigaku tennis team. Even if our strength is small..." Arai stepped forward, his tone firm, "Let us join together and contribute our strength."
"Everyone..." Taocheng and Kaidou didn't say anything, the fireworks almost smoked their eyes.
As dusk spread over the playground, Fengjian leaned against the kitchen door frame, looked at the scene inside and suddenly smiled.
Momoshiro was bringing out the last plate of tempura when oil splashed onto his arm. He hissed. Kaidou behind him didn't look back, but pushed the wet rag next to him towards his hand, moving so quickly as if he was afraid of being seen.
Horio squatted on the ground to wipe the oil stains that had just been spilled, Katsuro stood on tiptoe to pass soy sauce to Kaidou, and Arai held up a fan to cool down the oven. The three of them huddled together and muttered, "The miso soup needs to be cooked for five more minutes," their voices louder than the argument between Momoshiro and Kaidou.
On the lawn outside, Kikumaru was trying to grab the rice ball from Oishi's hand, and Fuji handed his share over with a smile; Gan was writing and drawing in his notebook, perhaps noting the success rate of dark cuisine; Tezuka was leaning against a tree trunk, looking at the figures running on the court.
Fengjian turned around and saw half a half-chopped onion on the stove, with a few shrimp shells scattered around, like the footprints of the chaos just now.
But at some point, the straps of Taocheng's apron and Kaitang's apron were tangled into a crooked knot at the back, probably because they were hooked when they were fighting over the spatula just now.
She didn't solve it.
The evening breeze blew through the tips of my hair, carrying the laughter of the teenagers outside, and the sweet fragrance of eel rice gradually wafting away, drifting into the distance.
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