Late Night Sparrow Canteen...... Although there is only shochu and eight-eyed eel, it is a cafeteria that can be used for anything. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Father Fog and Rain put on a patterned feather hakama, and the word Fog and Rain was written on the back of his coat.

Once you put on the hakama carrying the misty rain group, it is undoubtedly the strongest in the world.

At this time, there were no humans left in the Night Sparrow Canteen except for some high-ranking and daring monsters.

── Ushering in the strongest in the world, there must be the strongest title to sit on the same stage, in fact...... I am also afraid that the father and daughter will turn over the table.

At this moment, there are two of the strongest in the world who are the strongest.

The strongest fog and rain dad in the world, there are two strongest in front of him.

Tut...... Dad didn't bring anyone here, I brought someone here, isn't it like I'm cowardly?

The one who said this was the one who made an appointment with Daddy Misty Rain among the two strongest.

The thief who made the major forces gnash their teeth, but took the strongest hand they couldn't use, is also the daughter of Daddy Foggy.

Marisa Kiriyu.

Of course, the people of the Mori Sand Belt are famous in Gensokyo's year.

Neither humble nor arrogant.

Daddy Wuyu just saluted slightly, putting aside the presence of that aura.

He set his eyes on Marisa.

You can bring your friends to meet me, it's a very good friend, isn't it?

Daddy Fog and Rain, this is not a question sentence, but an affirmation.

Marisa is like a kitten that has been stepped on by its tail.

The blonde hair with the black hat off almost exploded.

What, don't do anything to Bori! Dad, you self-propelled cannon.

Marisa—Roar...... Is this your dad?

The other one, the one who made this statement, was the strongest.

If Daddy Fog and Rain is the strongest in the world, this already strong witch is already better than Daddy in essence.

This can't be called the strongest, but now, she can't leave the transformation device that Yumemi Okazaki made for humans for a moment.

A transformation device that increases the combat power of humans - the strength of the shrine maiden plus the amplification strength of the transformation device.

A scorching red mask, green light flickering from time to time in a cold window.

The white shoulders and delicate armpits, and the lower half of the skirt for easy movement.

Hakurei's red and white scarlet hakama, sleeveless witch dress.

The Masked Shrine Maiden is the defender of Gensokyo's dueling laws.

Hakurei shrine maiden,Gensokyo, who accompanies her friend Marisa, is the strongest.。

It shouldn't be the first time we've met, but in short, I'm Hakurei.

Well, I don't put on a shelf either, even if I eat, I pay.

Oh, your dad is good, you sit down, I'll just complain occasionally next to me.

The green light of the Hakurei shrine maiden's mask flickered with excitement.

Very decisively, he moved to a position, next to the manager of the trembling late-night finch canteen.

The Hirori Shrine Maiden leaned back against the bar and laughed and waved her hands.

Roar, Mia, I won't explode in this shop.

Is it actually premised on an explosion? I just want to be a quiet store manager...... How so.

Mistya, nicknamed Mia, only opens late at night when the finch canteen opens, and the menu is only shochu and eight-eyed eel.

You can bring your own ingredients or ask the boss to make use of the fresh dishes of the day, and this is the only area in the middle of the night where there is no strife, and everyone is said to be able to relax with a drink.

Whether it's a negotiation, a dirty deal, or a commission......

There is no dirty deal, although it is good to be designated by the Yakumo family, but why does Lord Lan put the commission here, if you want to describe it, the fog and rain are hot oil, Marisa is water, and it is a snap when you touch it.

It's obviously a description of the kitchen, but spring hasn't quite arrived yet, has it? Miss Nightsparrow.

In a word...... Mikome, my little shop depends on you.

Uh-huh, I'm going to pop raw corn kernels with cream, salty flavor.

Isn't this just popcorn......? Treat the father and daughter eating as a movie, don't take an inch!

And aside from store manager Mia, he has a nervous breakdown.

In the outbreak, please order later.

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In short, Daddy Misty and Marisa come face to face.

Since there are only shochu and eight-eyed eels on the menu in the store, it is also advocating free play.

The atmosphere between the two was deadlocked.

Marisa put her hand on her cheek and looked at Daddy Misty Rain with her eyes, and immediately skimmed her eyes for fear of being discovered.

Father and daughter at the same table.

How long did it take to share a table?

Daddy Fog and Rain is silent so far, and Daddy Fog and Rain is silent so far.

spoken.

The manager, yakitori, flavored fried chicken, raw green peppers and oolong tea mixed with soju...... Or do you want beer?

Dad, you're looking for ballast, right? As a result, after being dull for so long, I actually wanted to give me a menu!

Marisa just slapped the table, still snapping.

Then he turned to other aspects.

Don't think that the Fog and Rain Group is very arrogant and can bully people! Ah, I want flavored fried chicken with croquettes, and by the way, oolong tea mixed with soju, the bitter and astringent beer is not used to drinking.

Mia's hand trembled when she was ordered - the strongest human organization in the world of the Fog and Rain Group, don't be afraid!

However, as a canteen there is always some embellishment to decorate.

For example, sunflowers, sunflowers in vases.

Gave Mia courage!

Demon、Marisa,I'm、But it's different.,Master Kazami taught me that I can't even pass this kind of hurdle to become a big monster.,Even if it's a night sparrow, you can fly to the sky!

Yes.

As a means of violent conquest unlike anything in the past.

Kazami Yuka seems to be more inclined to use her Golden Sunflower Farm to monopolize the supply of Gensokyo.

This is the first time I have heard Kazami Yuka selling powder and milk...... This time, even Kazami Soul Chicken Soup was sold!

Chicken soup for the soul?

Marisa's face is beautiful.

Feng Jian, Feng Jian Youxiang actually poured your soul chicken soup, was it cured when you were full?

The Hakuri witch who was watching from the side immediately complained in her heart - hey, hey, hey, you father and daughter are bullying her, grill chicken, flavor fried chicken, and pour her chicken soup.

Hmph, I'm going to convince you!

In short, when you are hungry.

It is necessary to blow up at the slightest disagreement.

Dad, you really haven't changed...... Do you like fried chicken?

Men should replenish the energy of frying and barbecuing once a week for the year of recuperation...... Lack of energy.

I eat grilled mushrooms at least once a week, and I like the energy of the barbecue, and this soju tastes good.

Daddy Misty Rain, Marisa Misty Rain.

Mixing oolong tea with shochu can open the door a little.

Of course, Mia's floodgates also opened and closed inexplicably.

Cut the chicken breast into good pieces, and slightly larger pieces, lightly cut the knife to taste, marinate in soy sauce, garlic, ginger, green onions, sesame oil, 30 minutes.

Within thirty minutes.

During this time, the chicken skewers tumble on the grill.

The oven is not covered with a net, but is supported by horizontal strips at the top and bottom, and the middle part is charcoal red.

Mia flipped the bamboo skewers, and the strings of chicken skin were browned, and a large amount of oil juice oozed from the cracks in the flesh.

At this time, the pepper, five-spice powder, cinnamon powder, curry powder, and salt in another pan are carefully stir-fried and mixed into a unique flavor of pepper and salt.

Fried chicken can't be rushed, it should be twice twice......

Rarely cooking with wings, Mia concentrates.

Of course, the croquettes on the other side have already bubbled up in the oil pan.

The marinated chicken is coated in white potato flour and sweet potato powder for a one-to-one, and then you can also dip it in a little egg wash and fry it.

Blow it up once and then a second time.

The smell of violent fried food and barbecue fills the whole shop.

Eventually, it was presented on the table.

Parent-child fried chicken, shredded cabbage on a plate, small tomato salad, and fried poached egg with a brown exterior and a white central half-cooked egg.

The main character, fried chicken sprinkled with flavored pepper and salt, salted crispy chicken, is covered on top.

It is a nine-story tower that quickly explodes its aroma.

Water green, water red, water white, pulp yellow.

Charred white, charred brown, charred green, salt and pepper.

Marisa's croquettes replace Daddy Kiriyu's yakitori.

Marisa, I'll talk about it after I've eaten.

Of course, I'll finish eating it first.

Even if the feelings are not good.

Except that the vicious eyes of father and daughter are sometimes very similar.

I couldn't wait to pick up the flavored fried chicken with chopsticks, and the action of the salty crispy chicken was exactly the same.

Ahh

Every time you chew, you can eat Mia's special pepper and salt flavor, paired with the aroma of the nine-story tower.

Father Foggy Rain pouted.

Marisa pouted as well. 3

The hot fried chicken is tumbling on the tip of the tongue, and it's too late to just breathe.

Ahh

It's good, it's delicious, but it's a little bitter.

This is also a bit of a fly in the ointment, after all, the night finch Mia itself is somewhat repulsive to boiled winged birds.

Even if the demon guidance of a certain big flower demon poured a big bowl of chicken soup for the soul.

Experience and fire are not as proficient as other styles.

Mia smiled wryly at some defeat.

I'm sorry, but even though I've crossed the mental barrier, I'm not very good at this......

But......

Daddy Kiri Rain stops his chopsticks, and Marisa stops his chopsticks.

Father and daughter invariably raised oolong tea and shochu.

Father and daughter took a sip of a full sip of wine in unison.

What came into Daddy Kiriyu's ears was Marisa's sound of biting her lip as thin as a mosquito's chirping.

A little scorched...... It's the taste of mom.

…… No response.

Daddy Wuyu's hand was already empty, and the oolong tea and soju had already been drunk.

I vaguely remember the joy of sitting at the dinner table with his deceased wife and Marisa.

Naturally, the craftsmanship of fried chicken is not as good as Mia's.

Some parts have a burnt and bitter taste.

But it's the smell of home that I can't forget, the taste of home.

Marisa.

Dad.

After losing his wife, he handed over his daughter to Rin Nosuke, whether it was the Misty Rain Group or the sin bag under Yakumo, he simply played a piece of heaven and made a prestige, and the man who continued to work, Daddy Fog and Rain.

Handed over to Rin by Fog Rain Daddy.,Overnight,Fog Rain Daddy didn't explain anything.,Even though the Fog Rain Group takes care of themselves.,Back in the empty room but can only stand on your own.,Now it's an awkward girl.,Misty Rain Marisa.。

A father who is not responsible, and a daughter who is awkward.

Slightly scorched parent-child flavored fried chicken.

I put it together.

That's a memory.

Marisa you eat slowly, help serve an oolong tea, and don't mix with wine.

Well...... Let's finish eating it first, let's say okay first, the croquettes will be for you, but that, that yakitori, I want it too.

Daddy Fog and Rain's eyes widened slightly, and it would be difficult to distinguish if he wasn't very familiar with them.

With a slight smile, although it seems to be a little fierce.

Pick up the spoon-shaped green pepper next to it.

In particular, the yakitori is divided into a piece and served with raw green peppers and a little sweet sauce.

The flavor of the shioyaki is the taste of adults, and the raw green pepper with the salt-grilled chicken has a subtle bitter flavor.

Really, really, so much, bring it...... Squeak, it's kind of funny.

Marisa frowned and then stretched, soaking in the subtle flavor of the raw green pepper and salt-roasted chicken.

Dad, you have more taste than you imagined, next time, let's say okay, I'll try to bake mushrooms next time.

Good.

When happiness fills the stomach, memories fill the stomach.

In order to better get to the point - the incident of the ghost of the gun.