Act 37: The Taste of Memory

"Huh? Is Mr. Bourbon hard to cook? ”

Amuro smiled awkwardly and said, "No, it's just that when I lived alone, I thought about how to make it convenient and how to come." ”

Gao Yue scratched the back of her head embarrassedly, "Actually, to be honest, it's the first time I've cooked for others." I don't even know what it tastes like. ”

Hearing this, Amuro's eyes lit up. With such a firm expression, he said seriously: "Believe me, it's very delicious......"

After seeing him drink the medicine, Hoshino Satsuki began to cook in the cramped small kitchen outside the sliding door. As before, after cooking some instant noodles in the pot, I chopped the green onions. And Amuro Toru was wearing a thick quilt on his head at this time, looking through the crack in the door and watching Satsuki's busy figure. I don't know what I'm thinking.

After about a quarter of an hour, Satsuki brought in the noodles wearing heat-insulating gloves.

"Let's eat it hot, I don't know how it tastes." As she spoke, she wiped the sweat from her face with her hand.

"Would Miss Merlot want to come along?" Amuro smiled, "I can't eat so much you make anyway......"

Satsuki touched her gurgling stomach and swallowed. Put your hands together and say, "Then you're welcome." As she spoke, she picked up another bowl and stuffed a few strands of noodles into her mouth.

After chewing a few bites, she looked at Amuro, who was eating with relish, stopped what she was doing, looked at the noodles on the chopsticks and said suspiciously: "This is ordinary Shimizu sauce noodles, nothing special." I've heard that Mr. Bourbon is a very good cook, and a kitchen novice like me even praises me for the deliciousness of my cooking, and I don't know if he is laughing at me. ”

With that, she angrily threw the bowl in her hand on the kota, and a few noodles fell out of the bowl.

Amuro silently picked up the noodles on the table back into the bowl and smiled bitterly, "Actually, it's because your noodles taste like the ones made by a friend of mine who died three and a half years ago." When we lived in school before, because the dormitory was very strict and did not allow the use of fire, every time we were hungry in the middle of the night, he secretly cooked it for us to eat. ”

At this point, the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

"But three and a half years ago, he was killed by a bomb while on duty......"

"Bourbon ......"

Seeing him like this, Gao Yue's heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. The person he was talking about was probably a classmate of the police academy like Zhufu Jingguang, Kenji Hagihara.

The old friends of the past died in front of him one by one, and it is not surprising that his hatred for Shuichi Akai is so deep.

"I'm sorry...... Amuro squeezed out a smile, "I shouldn't have told Miss Merlot so much." ”

"No, it's okay."

Probably thinking the atmosphere was too awkward, he took out a remote control from the kotatsu, pointed it at the TV and pressed the switch. Suddenly, a lively voice came out.

"Forget what I just said."

With such a relaxed tone, Gao Yue understood that it was just stubbornness.

He kept pressing the key of the remote control, and just when it was broadcast to the daily sales TV station, the figure of the female anchor Shui Wuxian appeared in front of the two.

In fact, some people in the organization are not always seen, so Amuro only knows her code name as Kiel.

He stared at the screen without mercy and fell silent.

"Huh?" Satsuki pointed to the TV and shouted, "That person is not ......"

"Kiel, on the surface, seems to be a new female anchor, but in fact she is a person in the organization." Amuro didn't know what Satsuki was trying to say, so he replied.

"No, I mean the guy behind her."

At this time, the direction of Gao Yue's finger was a staff member farthest away from Shui Wulianna. The man caught in the middle of the crowd was the man she had just met at the drugstore.

"This person ......," Amuro narrowed, "why is it so familiar?" ”