The décor of the Fantasy restaurant is not very high-end, but it does not have a hint of Japanese flavor, and the manager here seems to be a little stubborn.

Like, he wouldn't make French food more in line with local tastes.

Because a classic is a classic, and if you change it, you lose its original flavor.

"I didn't expect to be able to eat such a classic French meal in Tokyo. Did you make all the sauces? ”

"Yes. I studied at restaurants in Paris, and I always made them locally according to the recipes there, and I didn't adapt them to Japanese tastes. ”

"Presumably, it was done in a well-known long-established restaurant, right?"

"No," Sawai smiled, "it's just an ordinary small restaurant in Paris." ”

"Five years ago, I met a guy there who said that my food was delicious and that I would like to have the opportunity to taste it in Tokyo."

"He was learning how to make cakes at a nearby dessert school at the time, and he told me, 'When you face what you love, whether it's a cake or a dish, you have to stick to the taste of it, rather than change it easily.'"

This sentence had a profound impact on Sawai.

So much so that when he returned to Tokyo, he still handled it the way he cooked at that time.

It retains the most original French flavor, and there is no "four dislikes" to the point.

It's just that the people who really understand it are a minority.

They are more concerned about the environment and atmosphere, and whether they can make themselves look more stylish.

"I see."

Qinghai Chuantang knew in his heart, "As a chef, I naturally have respect for the taste of food. What would you do if someone denied the taste of the dish? ”

She looked at each other with a faint smile on her face.

Sawai was silent for a long time.

It seems to be hesitating about something, and it seems to be thinking about something.

"I'll kill him."

Eventually, Sawai gave his answer.

"For example, stuffing homemade bread into his mouth"

On food review sites, there are low-star reviews about fantasy restaurants, but the lowest star is a person named "Foodie Daikichi".

And this restaurant does not rank high on food websites, and is at the bottom of its class.

Although I don't know how much of a role that low-star evaluation played, it is enough to explain the problem when only Aomi Chuantang and Amuro Toru exist during the most suitable time period for dating at night.

After leaving the Fantasy restaurant, the two walked down the street.

When passing by a narrow alley, Qinghai Chuantang suddenly stopped the other party.

"Now, a gift for you."

A small dark blue box with a gold pattern on the edges.

"What is this?"

Amuro said curiously, opening the box to find out.

I saw a ring stuck on the base of the box.

And the style, just not the women's.

Qinghai Chuantang was a little surprised, or the word "confused" is more appropriate.

Wasn't the box I was holding at the time the box that contained the five-leaf clover?

He chuckled, "Are you proposing to me?" ”

"If," Qinghai Chuantang chose to push the boat down the river, and his expression became serious, "I said yes?" ”

Amuro looked at the other person, trying to find a hint of lying on her face.

After all, for people with "criminal records", believing too much in her words is fatal.

But I have to say that when he heard it, he was really moved.

But the other party's expression was too serious, and there was vague expectation in it.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer for a long time, Qinghai Chuantang smiled and said, "Every time I count, if you don't answer, I'll unbutton your clothes." ”

“1”

The first button is unfastened.

“2”

The last button is unfastened.

Qinghai Chuantang was a little annoyed, buried his head in his chest, and then reached out to hug him.

He said a little sullenly, "If you don't agree, it's good if I don't say it, and I won't be angry or anything." ”

Silence is the most uncomfortable thing than a straightforward rejection.

Amuro smiled and reached out to touch her head.

"Don't touch the ones that don't grow tall." She whispered, looking a little unhappy, but didn't reach out to stop the other.

A child with a height of 165 has always been angry that he did not grow to 170, and attributed the reason to the fact that he did not like to drink milk when he was a child.

Although when I grew up, I suddenly became fond of drinking milk.

But this height is like pressing the pause button, and it stops.

"It's not that I don't want to promise you."

His tone of voice was particularly serious, so much so that Qinghai Chuantang had to fall into some kind of conjecture.

Usually this is followed by "but" and "but", as a twist.

Often in such sentences, the first words are not important, just listen to the last sentence.

Because what you really want to say is often hidden at the end.

The front ones are just foreshadowing.

"It's because I want to promise you that I have to think too much."

It was an unexpected answer.

Qinghai Chuantang looked up at him, and he happened to be looking at himself.

"I'll be with you always."

She whispered, resting her head on his chest, then pulling her arms tighter.

Why does this waist feel thinner than mine?

In order to verify her conjecture, she reached out and gently pinched it, and then commented in her heart that it felt good.

"What are you going to do?"

Amuro's reaction seemed to become a little wrong, and he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Tang, stop playing." ”

Some people don't react to this kind of thing, but some people are unexpectedly sensitive.

Qinghai Chuantang said seriously, "I'm heating!" ”

This reason is not enough to convince the other party.

"As for heating, is that so? Also" Amuro couldn't say any more, and scolded in a low voice, "'Beast'." ”

Qinghai Chuantang did not feel annoyed, but was in a happy mood.

She tiptoed slightly, then pressed her hands to his cheeks, but it was scorching.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said, "There are more 'beasts', do you want to see them?" ”

With that, she slowly approached him.

Closer and closer, more and more

Amuro couldn't help but close his eyes.

But the expected result did not come.

The temperature also suddenly disappeared.

"As a righteous gentleman, how could I do such a thing in broad daylight?"

Qinghai Chuantang smiled, "It's not early, let's hurry home." ”

At this time, it was 21:12.

The next day, Qinghai Chuantang found the clerk who was one of the witnesses and wanted to ask her about something.

"Every day at 2 o'clock, I go to deliver fresh vegetables to that restaurant. I went to the restaurant as usual that day, and I saw a customer fall to the floor. ”

"I inquired about the situation at the time, and the chef said that the other party was choking on bread when he was eating it. The chef kept feeding the guests water, but it didn't feel like it was working. ”

"Did the chef feed the water himself?"

The clerk nodded, and then said, "At that time, the man was in a panic, and he hit the chef's hand and knocked out the wine glass filled with water." ”

"And then shattered?"

"Huh?" The clerk was a little surprised, then shook his head and said with a smile, "Although it has been dropped, it has not been broken, and the quality is really unexpectedly good." ”

That's not a question of quality at all

After thanking him, Qinghai Chuantang left the vegetable shop.

This reminded her of a prop that she used to spoof fake beer mugs.

From an onlooker's point of view, it does appear to contain liquid.

In fact, it can't be sprinkled at all, and although the shape is similar to glass, it is made of plastic.

In this way, it is a good explanation why the glass fell on the ground, but there was no problem of breaking.

Today is just the right day for garbage recycling.

After a little entanglement in his heart, he finally stretched out his sinful hands and took it away before the recovery truck came.

"I miss my Qinghai Chuantang I British name. I didn't expect that now, it will be reduced to turning over the garbage. ”

Looking up at the ceiling, I couldn't help but sigh.

If only my curiosity hadn't been so strong at the time.

She doesn't give up until the puzzle is solved, or until the answer to the question is found.

It's not because I have obsessive-compulsive disorder or anything, I just think that being a person and doing things should have a beginning and an end.

"No, no grace? Paper bags? ”

Qinghai Chuantang opened the paper bag and saw that it contained some glass shards.

"Glass shards are non-combustible garbage, and when they are placed together with combustible kitchen waste, there must be something strange in them."

Saying that, Qinghai Chuantang looked at Pikachu beside him, "Yuan Fang, what do you think?" ”

However, it was just a doll and couldn't answer her question.

Carefully picking out the shards of glass is like looking for the only faint light in the dark.

"Found it."

Finally, the hard work paid off.

At night, Sawai stands on the roof of the house, leaning on the railing with his hands, looking at the neon lights in the distance.

With the sound of footsteps becoming clearer, a voice sounded.

"So you're here."

Sawai turned to look at the visitor, "It's so late, what's the matter?" ”

"As a return gift for being able to taste classic French food, I specially brought red wine."

As he spoke, Qinghai Chuantang took out a bottle of red wine from the paper bag, showed the front to the other party, and said with a smile, "Masala." ”

"The most historic wine in Italy. It's just that it's usually used as an aperitif, or as a dessert wine, or as a dish. ”

Qinghai Chuantang smiled after hearing this

"Of course, cheap masala can only be used as a 'cooking wine'."

"Although Masala has faded from the international spotlight now, if you go back to the 18th century, Masala can definitely be said to be the world's top wine."

"Of course, I don't mean to brag about it, after all, it was popular in England in the 18th century, which speaks volumes about the status of this wine."

After speaking, Qinghai Chuantang put the bag on the small wooden table next to it, and then opened the red wine with a corkscrew.

"Who the hell are you?"

He seemed a little curious.

"At least, I'm not a police officer. If I had to say, it's the food lovers who are conquered by your cuisine. ”

Qinghai Chuantang picked up the wine glass and handed it to the other party.

He smiled and said, "Please." ”

At the moment when the other party stretched out his hand and was about to touch the wine glass.

Qinghai Chuantang suddenly let go of his hand and let it fall to the ground.

The cup bounced on the ground a few times, but it didn't shatter.

Even the liquid inside did not come out.

But there was no expression of surprise on the other party's face, and there was not even any question that ordinary people should have.

It's like I expected it.

"If you react like that, it looks like I'm a little stupid."

Qinghai Chuantang laughed for a moment, and then took out a fragment from the paper bag.

Unlike normal shards, it is double-layered, with a small gap in the middle that separates the two.

"I've read his historical evaluations, and they're all criticisms of the restaurant."

"Judging from the previous photos, in expensive restaurants, he is all ordering items, but the latest photo is a bit surprising, it is a set meal."

"The plate with the lace decoration is what you use to distinguish him from other diners, so when I found out who uploaded the photo, I immediately sent him a private message."

"I apologize for not providing meals that suit the other party's taste. Then invite him to come at noon, free of charge, of course. After that, find an excuse to break up the attendants, such as helping with errands or something. ”

The cloth restrained the other and then roughly shoved the bread into his mouth.

"To be honest, killing people for such a trivial matter seems very unnecessary."

Qinghai Chuantang stared at him and asked, "So I'm curious, who is the person who used your killing intent?" Is it the same person you spoke of earlier? ”

Thanks to a food review site.

His restaurant is getting lower and lower in the rankings and has fewer and fewer customers.

Next month's rent, as well as the waiter's salary, became a problem.

"I don't know who he really is. It just feels like he's a person who doesn't care about death. ”

Saki turned around and leaned on the railing, looking at the tower in the distance.

"He only said that his name was 'Aoi.'"

With that, he fumbled in his pocket and found a pack of cigarettes.

"It's a shame that a good chef like you succumbed to such boring malice."

Qinghai Chuantang sighed lightly, and then continued, "Although in the end, I may not be able to convict because of insufficient evidence, but I will still inform the police of the result." ”

"It's not right to kill, although that man's actions are a bit annoying."

This does not become his right to deprive the other party of his life.

If everyone pokes out such a big basket and wantonly vents their emotions because of such a trivial matter, then what else does the law do? And how to talk about order?

She is not a police officer, and she has no rights and obligations to catch the prisoner, and she can even choose to hide the matter.

But she didn't want to do that.

"So you are a messenger of justice?"

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head.

"I am not a messenger of righteousness, nor am I a companion of righteousness. If anyone else were like that, I would do the same. What's more, your reasons are not enough to impress me at all. ”

It's like killing the chef because the food didn't suit your appetite today.

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