No one expected it, but Xia Yu, who was the last to do it and had the largest battle, took the lead in presenting his cooking works. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Grilled fish?"

A strong fragrance mixed in the wind and wafted in all directions.

With a flutter of her nose, Hinata immediately wiped the water stains at the corners of her mouth, like a puppet controlled by a puppeteer, and walked straight to the table with a wisp of fresh fragrance wafting in.

Soon, the dining table was full of people on the inside and outside of the table.

"Are you ready to put down the chopsticks?"

Hinata kept staring at the grilled crucian carp on the plate, swallowing her saliva constantly, and a similar swallowing sound sounded beside her.

"Wait—"

Dojima Silver and Ryoko Rina raised their hands to stop her at the same time.

"Chiyo shrine maiden, please try it!"

The crowd spontaneously moved out of the way, and the ice-faced witch helped the old woman in.

"Get out of the way. ”

More than a dozen old villagers also followed, turning into a militia to maintain order, and the crowd retreated step by step, and finally formed a scene like a bonfire dinner, and the Chiyo shrine maiden broke away from the support of the young shrine maiden and snapped open a fan.

The fan is golden on one side and silver on the other, gold represents the sun, while silver represents the moon, yin and yang.

There is no orchestral sound, the picture is silent, only the old witch, in silence, holding an open fan, dancing in the circle.

Later, the young shrine maiden joined, and she handed the kagura bell to the old shrine maiden and wandered around the edge.

"There are more and more people. ”

It's not an illusion, Megumi Tazo and Maki Morita in the crowd obviously feel that more and more people are crowded behind, and their position has become the innermost layer.

Sirens sounded.

The police from the nearby police station finally arrived by car, and the tourists who heard the news entered the venue in an orderly manner under the guidance of the police.

The lighting was finally not limited to the bonfire, the lights hit the seats of the visitors, and the IGO staff arranged the seats for viewing, and the original rear near the highway slope, like a stadium stand, has been trimmed layer by layer to accommodate many people to sit.

When the Kagura dance was over, Megumi Tadoko and Maki Morita followed the graduates of Tozuki to the guest seats and looked around, only to realize that in just half an hour, the lakeside had become a veritable festival site, and there were people as far as the eye could see, and it was dark and oppressive.

There was a lot of English conversation among the cacophony of voices, and the blond-haired, blue-eyed Western tourists, one by one, craned their necks, curious about the so-called 'Chiyo Festival'.

An inconspicuous business car, quietly parked on the side of the road.

"Watanabe-sama, it's here!"

Driver reminder.

In the back seat of the car, a young woman with capable short and medium hair immediately pushed the door and got out of the car, and several entourages with work documents trotted behind.

Click, click.

Taking the single-lens reflex camera carried by the staff, Yuki Watanabe stood on the high ground, aimed at the three altars by the lake, focused and took several high-definition pictures in a row, and then waved his hand to the employees under his hand, and said resolutely: "Spread out, according to the work plan, targeted interviews, and sort out the manuscript when I go back tonight-"

With that, Yuki Watanabe walked alone and came to the guest seat.

The police who maintained order stopped her, but Yuki Watanabe smiled and pointed to the work ID on his chest, and the police gave her a few glances and let her go.

As soon as he arrived at the guest seat, Yuki Watanabe's eyes lit up.

There are several young girls who are not very old and wear high school uniforms, and they are very conspicuous in the guest seats.

Anyone who knows a little bit about the neon food scene can tell from the school that they are from from the school uniform. Yuki Watanabe walked over and found a black voice recorder in the handbag of the lady who accompanied him.

"Hello!"

The crisp and soft voice called Megumi Tajiko.

"Huh?"

Tian Sue retracted her gaze from the far end, blinked, and at some point stood next to the seat, a professional woman wearing a white uniform tube skirt, slightly powdered, and a pair of beautiful eyes slightly tilted upward, invisibly giving people a sense of lean and decisiveness.

"Hello!" said Megumi Tazo in a low voice.

"I'm the editor of Taste Weekly, can I take a few minutes of your time?"

"Taste Weekly?"

Megumi Tazo covered her mouth, obviously having heard the name of this weekly, and stammered back, "Is it the food magazine that sells first in neon?"

As a student of Yuanyue, Megumi Tanzo reads professional food newspapers and magazines.

Among the bunch of professional magazines, "Taste Weekly" is the most professional and the most popular among chefs and gourmets, of course, the weekly magazines that have long occupied the top spot in sales are not only professional in content, but also because of the fun of content.

For example, in the past two years, "Taste Weekly" has launched a special column on tourist destinations, in-depth introduction to some of the food streets, food shops and food programs worth exploring in some famous places.

The 'Chiyo Festival' is famous in the Hakone area, and it is normal for the staff of "Taste Weekly" to stop interviewing people.

Tian Sue is not stupid, but he is not confident enough, and after a slight turn of thought, he can think clearly.

But it was too late for her to refuse, and the female editor, who claimed to be Yuki Watanabe, had already stretched out the recorder and stared at her intently.

"You, you ask, my name is Megumi Tado. "It's a little shy that it's the first time she's been interviewed, and it's the famous Taste Weekly magazine.

"Tansho-san, are you a first-year student at Tozuki?"

"...... right"

"But as far as I know, the residential study for the new students of Togetsu ended this morning, and the first-year students should all be back on campus in Tokyo, so why are you here?" asked Yuki Watanabe bluntly.

"Yes, it was Chief Dojima who asked us to stay!"

Megumi Tasho weakly pointed to Dojima Gin, who was busy not far away.

Hey.

Hearing that Dojima Gin's eyes lit up, Yuki Watanabe's eyes lit up, coughed, said sorry to Megumi Tadoko, and hurriedly ran to the burly man who was going back and forth between the altar and the dining table at the end plate.

"Mr. Dojima, Mr. Dojima......"

Yuki Watanabe chases after Dojima Gin.

"Miss Watanabe?"

After a slight pause, Dojima Gingang put the two plates of grilled fish dishes in his left and right hands on the dining table, glanced at the woman who stopped him, and was suddenly surprised, "You "Taste Weekly", is your nose always so sensitive?"

"Actually, I arrived in Hakone two days ago. Yuki Watanabe smiled, "Thanks to the news from my family, I only knew the time of the major and minor exams of this seminar." ”

"Chief—"

A shouting voice could be heard faintly in the distance.

Dojima Gin, who was about to say a few words to the female editor, changed his face slightly, and strode towards an altar.

"Are you alright?"

Through the fireband, Dojima Gin shouted to the inside of the altar.

"I'm fine, the crucian carp is gone, continue to carry some over. ”

"Good!"

Dojima Ginmu looked at the barrier stacked on the edge of the altar with a trace of amazement.

The firewood had almost burned, but instead of wreckage, it continued to emit hot red carbon. Dojima knew that if he put the dry wood on it again, the fire dragon would roar and wake up again.

It's just that the young chef who was also roasted in the fire, can he still hold on?

Dojima Silver was faintly remorseful.

He knew Xia Yu's recipe at noon, but instead of stopping it, he became an accomplice in preparing fuel.

In a way, he also has a fire hidden in his heart.

The 'Soul of Fire', which devours everything, should be able to break through the shackles of the human body limit this time.

Dojima Silver thought to himself.

"Perhaps, there is only hope for a miracle, hoping that he can overcome his ......" (To be continued. )