In the world, I don't know when, I opened a restaurant-Jumian.

Located at the end of the street in the western corner of the world, this restaurant offers a variety of new and delicious dishes, as well as occasional cold drinks that are rare in the summer.

Although it is a restaurant, in his spare time, he also welcomes guests like a teahouse, and at this time, the owner of the temple always invites some guests to tell some strange stories, and if it is a novelty, he will record it and invite them to a sumptuous dinner in return.

Many people rushed to this dinner, and most of the time they got their wish, but even so, there is no sign of Jumian going out of business.

Gradually, the name of Imian became louder and louder in the world, and its owner, Fujiwara Ki, gradually appeared in front of people.

On a scorching summer day, the scorching sun bakes the earth, and the empty hall of Jumian is still cool because there is no direct sunlight shining down.

"Jingle Bell Bell—"

The bell rang in front of the store, and it was already past lunch time at this time, but the Imian as a teahouse was still open, so what customers were there today?

The owner of the temple sat behind the counter, ready to wake up the guy lying next to him.

But seeing that he was sleeping with a harassy appearance, the master still did not disturb him and stood up by himself.

"It turned out to be Takeshita. Fujiwara greeted the man who walked into the tavern.

"Fujiwara, I'm here again today. ”

Takeshita, who greeted Fujiwara, took off the straw hat from his head and took off his white robe, which looked like a mourning dress.

"Isn't it hot for you to wear so much?" Fujiwara Ki couldn't help but ask when he saw that he was still wearing a long robe underneath.

"It's hot, but it's better than being roasted by the sun all the time, and your skin is almost tanned. Takeshita sat down on a stool and drank herbal tea.

His hands were still wrapped in bandages, which had been the case since the first time they met, and Fujiwara Kiri sat across from him: "Your hands, are the wounds still healed?"

Takeshita looked down at his hand, except for the palm of his hand, which was a little deformed, the rest was no different from an ordinary person, but it was still wrapped under the bandage and was not exposed.

Takeshita said casually: "Not yet, after all, it is Yan zhòng's injury, and it will be very slow to recover, and I will get used to it after being wrapped in bandages for a long time." ”

Although he said that he had a wound on his hand, Takeshita was still able to lift the teapot filled with water, and the smile on his face remained the same, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth remained largely unchanged.

Fujiwara didn't think too much about these details, and then asked, "So are you going to talk about a youkai today?"

"I can't give up the opportunity to pay for a meal every day. "That being said, in fact, Takeshita always said that he owed this meal first, and had never had dinner, including lunch, at Jumian, to be precise, he had never seen him eat at Imian, as if he had never been hungry.

After resting for a while, Takeshita began to talk about today's ghosts.

The Maiden, a legend that has disappeared in the present world, is still circulating in Gensokyo, but most of them have forgotten about the world, but this Takeshita knows a lot of stories about youkai that he has never heard.

With Takeshita's narration, it was like being taken as a prey by a wet girl, the snake tail of the monster was wrapped around the body, and the upper body of the humanoid figure held Fujiwara Kiri in his arms, and his charming appearance made people's hearts shake.

Suddenly, the sharp fangs of the wet girl bit on Fujiwara's neck, draining the blood from all over his body in one go, leaving him into the darkness and gradually dying.

"Fujiwara, Fujiwara ......"

The fierce cry brought Fujiwara back from his state of distraction, and Fujiwara was sweating profusely, as if he had lost too much blood.

"Fujiwara, your face is very bad, are you okay. Takeshita asked in a concerned tone as he sat on a stool, but his body didn't move.

Every time the story scares someone, Takeshita laughs unusually happily, and that exaggerated smile is almost to the point of hideousness.

Fujiwara Ki wiped his sweat, saw Takeshita's expression like a mocker, and explained: "I'm fine, I just listened to it and was fascinated, I don't know what the reason is, and I'm inexplicably immersed in it for the past few days." Well, okay, I'll jot down the story first. ”

Fujiwara wrote down the story in the book and attached illustrations based on Takeshita's description.

"Alright. After memorizing the story, Fujiwara closed the book, and on the cover was written the name of the book - "Hyakki Night Walk".

"Aren't you going to stay for dinner tonight?" Fujiwara asked, looking at Takeshita.

"No, I'm a man with a wife, not like you poor bachelor. I'll come back to collect my payment when I have time, but will you refuse then?"

Takeshita lowered his head slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile, and his black pupils scanned Fujiwara's body.

"Haha, I will never fail to repay the promise I made at the beginning, and you can come when the time comes. Fujiwara didn't pay attention to Takeshita's expression, patted his chest and agreed.

Since there were no guests, the two began to chat.

The scorching sun passed, the temperature slowly dropped, Takeshita put on a mourning dress, his hat was behind his back, and he left slowly and leisurely after saying goodbye.

Fujiwara put the book on the shelf behind the counter and sat idle, quietly breathing.

When it was time for dinner, the number of customers in the Imian gradually increased, and Fujiwara Ki began to get busy in the back kitchen.

"Zhaozhi, help me hand me a plate, this is the table by the window. ”

A plate is placed on the side of the back.

"Get me another bowl, this is the ravioli from the second table on the left. ”

The bowl was placed aside.

When the last order of fish was put into the pot, Fujiwara turned around and wanted to pick up the tomatoes placed next to him, but he was empty.

"Good afternoon, Fujiwara Ki. ”

It was the shrine maiden of the Hakuri family who spoke, sitting on the shelf, taking a bite of the juicing tomato.

I heard in the newspaper that Fujiwara Ki opened a restaurant, and the undisciplined red and white often came to Jumian to fight the tooth festival, and every time he came over with a cheeky hungry stomach, and he swayed back to the shrine until he held on.

"When did you come, did you come to eat again?" Fujiwara said angrily, picking out another tomato, washing it, and chopping it in half.

Reimu sniffed the pot and jumped down from the shelf where she was sitting, "It smells good, can I taste it?"

"Hey, this is for the guests, hey, don't move, okay, I'll make it for you tonight." Fujiwara stuffed a twist flower into the shrine maiden's mouth, and the latter bit it, and ran to the counter full of joy to look through the yokai illustrated book.

However, on the shelves in the back kitchen, Reimu kept a jar of ginju.

The peak of dinner has passed, and the guests have all gone, so Fujiwara Noriki brought out today's dinner.

As soon as he walked out of the back kitchen, Fujiwara Ki saw that next to Hakurei Reimu, a black and white figure was also sitting there, and it was the first time Fujiwara Ki had seen her since that incident.

Akiyuki Yamashita jumped out of the counter, blocking his vision, and whispered, "Hey Fujiwara, the Hakurei shrine maiden brought a girl over." ”

"I saw it. ”

When Hakurei Reimu came here for the first time, Akiyuki Yamashita was attracted by Reimu's appearance and wanted to go up and talk to him, but he was beaten up.

Later, when I saw that Fujiwara Ki and Reimu were very familiar, I wanted Fujiwara Ki to introduce it, but Fujiwara Ki refused, especially when I saw that Fujiwara Ki and Reimu were familiar with each other, so I dispelled this thought.

This time he saw Marisa, and it was also a spring heart-warming expression.

"Hey, Fujiwara, that girl in a black and white dress is so beautiful?" Sure enough, he excitedly approached Fujiwara, "Fujiwara, do you know her?"

"I've met twice, but I'm not familiar with each other. "Fujiwara Ki still has today's dinner in his hand, and he can't pass the mountain down the road.

"Then do you know her name, where she lives, and what do you like?" Akiyuki Yamashita began to whisper.

Fujiwara Ji frowned slightly, feeling a little irritable: "Don't you think it's a little wrong to inquire about the girl's **? If you want to get acquainted, it's not too late to talk about it after we meet." ”

Akiyuki Yamashita pinched his nose and followed Fujiwara to the table.

"Good evening, Reimu, Marisa, long time no see. Fujiwara was still a little embarrassed when facing Marisa to be honest, firstly, he saw something that he shouldn't have seen last time, and secondly, Fujiwara Kiki was still holding those forbidden photos in his hand, and he couldn't help but feel a little weak.

Marisa raised her head, revealing her beautiful cheeks under the wizard's hat, she hadn't seen her for a while, Marisa had lost a little weight, her soft long blond hair hung down to her ears, it looked more in line with Fujiwara's aesthetics, and it was no wonder that Akiyuki Yamashita screamed.