Early in the morning, Porto Doré.

As soon as the sea and sky were slightly white, the port wharf was already crowded. Dock workers methodically prepare for the ships that are about to leave or enter the port, while the fish buyers wait for the fishing boats to return to port. The pier of Port Doré began its day quietly and orderly.

Suddenly, the sound of seagulls was faintly heard from the sea, and the fishermen began to make some commotion and soon became quieter than before, but everyone was staring closely at the sea level outside the harbor, predicting that they were going to buy fish today. The red agate-like morning glow quietly replaces the fish white of the sea and sky, and the silhouettes of hovering seagulls and masts gradually rise above the sea level, and then the sails, hulls, and .......

"It's the Oak!"

A middle-aged fisherman recognized a sailboat coming from afar, and the fishermen were in an uproar. The fishermen of Port Doré knew that the Oak's cargo was the best in Hong Kong. Fishermen rush to the boardwalk, ready to snap up the fish, and everyone knows that good fish represents more profits.

The Oak slowly sailed into the docks, docked at the dock, and lowered anchor. The sailors dropped the rope and the crew tied it securely to the cable post. A tough man stepped out of the board and was immediately surrounded by fishermen.

"Captain Beirut, I want all the good goods today."

"You want to eat it all with your strength? Not afraid to die? Captain Beirut, I'm ...... from Al Ain, North City."

"Captain Beirut ......"

The corners of the man's mouth, known as Captain Beirut, turned up slightly, and his resolute face showed confidence.

"Boys, let's take today's harvest down." Beirut commanded loudly.

"Ou~" The sailors responded and began to manipulate the lifting gear to lift boxes of fish from the ship.

"First mate! You'll take care of the matter here. Beirut instructed his first mate, after all, with Beirut's current status, many things no longer have to be done by himself, just leave them to his subordinates to do, "Give me what is ready, you know where to find me if there is something." ”

Beirut left the dock with a sealed wooden box carried by one of his men under the watchful eyes of everyone......

"Is the captain going to deliver the goods himself? The best ...... picked," asked the newcomer sailor who was on board for the first time. The companion who was carrying the fish with him glanced at the back of the captain who was far away, and then at the first mate, who was negotiating with the fish buyers, and whispered.

"It's a tradition of the Oak, and every time the best catch is delivered by the captain himself, as if the Oak is a god of luck or something...... Okay, you'll know later, hurry up and get to work, or you're going to curse, rookie. ”

The "rookie" subconsciously glanced at the busy first mate and made a helpless expression, and continued the work in hand......

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Beirut carried a wooden box to the commercial street of Port Doré, turned into the back alley with ease, and walked down the shop receiving channel. There was already a figure waiting at the end of the passage.

"Yo, Uncle Beirut, what's the good stuff today?" The figure greeted him, with a slight accent in his lingua franca, and he should have heard that he was still underage.

"Source, there are rare Sennes fish today, and the most fortunate thing is the best Senis!" Beirut responded heartily.

"Great, Sennys' return season has begun? This year, at least a week earlier, so that the fish fat will be fatter! ”

The man known as the source had already walked in front of Beirut, a teenager with silver hair in the shampoo, and his handsome, slightly immature face was full of excitement and joy at acquiring his beloved. The most striking thing about the boy is his double eyes, which are aquamarine and emerald-like, heterochromatic eyes.

Yuan took the fishing box on Beirut's shoulder, and the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Yuan let Beirut into the small door at the end of the passage, and then Yuan followed. After entering the house, Yuan placed a huge fishing container on the ground.

"Uncle Beirut, rest first. I handle the fish. Yuan beckoned to Beirut as he used a crowbar to pry the wooden lid of the box.

Beirut leaned against the wall and surveyed the interior of the house.

"It's still as neat as ever." Beirut thinks so.

It is a small restaurant not adjacent to the street, with an indoor area of about 20 square meters, and a bar counter separates the operation room from the hospitality area, along which are a dozen bar chairs and chairs, on which the cutlery is neatly arranged: rectangular flat plates, two wooden sticks called chopsticks by the source, and bamboo baskets, which are used to heat towels, quaint teacups. There are also rectangular plates on the high counter of the bar. In the counter, various cooking tools are arranged in an orderly manner. The stove and sink are next to the innermost wall.

"It's open! Look what's ......" Source's voice drew Beirut's attention back to the teenager.

"Sure enough, it's the best Sennys, this meat is amazing......" The young man carried a Senys fish of more than two or three hundred kilograms onto the operating table, turned around and went to look through the fish in the fishing box.

"The wheel shrimp is big enough to be alive enough... It's pink snapper... Dog salmon... Live octopus ......"

The boy sorted the fish into categories, and pulled out a long seafood knife from the counter to divide and process the Sennys.

Beirut couldn't help but think of the first time they met six years ago, looking at the boy's skillful knife skills and focused demeanor.

Six years ago, Beirut was an unpleasant captain. Although it has its own fishing boat, the harvest of almost every trip to sea will be enough to pay for itself, and even a few times it will return at a loss. I had planned to go to sea for the last time, and if I didn't get any more money, I would disband the crew and sell the fishing boat to go ashore and start some small business. This trip to sea was even more unlucky than before, and the fish did not meet and encountered a big storm. Fortunately, the old fishing boat, called the Oak at the time, survived the storm and the crew was not lost. On the way back to Hong Kong, he rescued a child with silver hair and different eyes lying on driftwood. This child is naturally the source of the present. At that time, Gen didn't know the lingua franca at all, and when he woke up, he often spoke a language that other people couldn't understand, and his communication was basically by gestures. Perhaps the good man had good luck, and the bad luck of the Oak turned into luck with the arrival of this source, and on the way back he encountered a large school of returning fish, and the people who begged for a living at sea were somewhat superstitious, so this child was also considered by the crew of the Oak to be a god of luck. Through the comparison and communication with the child, Beirut even guessed that the child was shipwrecked and helpless. After the Oak returned to Hong Kong, Beirut helped the child get an identity certificate and stayed on the Oak to work as a handyman. The fortune of the Oak continued the following year. Although there are occasional storms, there are no dangers and every time I go to sea, I can return with a full load. This made everyone on board believe that the boy was the lucky god of the Oak. The child also learned the lingua franca during this year, and the child called himself 'Yuan'. Another year later, Beirut was replaced with a larger ship, and Genya proposed to Beirut that he would leave the ship and go ashore, and used his savings from two years to open this small shop called Genji in the commercial street of Port Doré. From then on, the source would order high-quality fish from the Oak, and the shop became famous for its exotic food-source, which was called sour food. There are even foreigners who come here. The small shop has also started a reservation service.

"Tomorrow I'm going to run for a long time." Beirut replied to the busy source.

"Hunter exam?" Source interrupted the work in his hand in response.

"Yes, this time it's to pick up rookies who have signed up in other places, and by the way, most of them will be eliminated. You're going to be there this year, right? ”

"Well, I'm going to participate this year, I stopped ordering online three months ago, and the next day the store will be out."

"It seems that you have made up your mind, but be careful, after all, there are many people who die every year, and it is good to wait for the next year if you can't take the exam, after all, there may be a pass in three years. According to what you said, stay in the green mountains, and you are not afraid of no firewood. ”

"Uncle Beirut, I know."

"Well, you know how to find a navigator."

"No problem, I've already found it."

"Then I don't have anything to tell you, remember that the Oak will always be your home. I'm going back to prepare for this voyage. Just transfer the money according to the old rules. Beirut opened the back door, and Genya stopped what he was doing and sent Beirut out of the back alley.

"No need to send it, let's just take care of each other." Beirut patted Yuan on the shoulder and turned to walk towards the dock.

Yuan watched Beirut's back disappear to the end of the street before turning back to his shop.

"Issue 287 can be said to be the one with the highest pass rate I know, and it is also the one that I am most familiar with the process. Hopefully, my butterfly hasn't changed much. The source closed the back door and came to the console.

"Luckily, my advantage is quite obvious, as long as I keep a low profile and keep Hisoka and Illomi out of my mind. Although it is a non-martial arts faction, it is already a person with the ability to read after all. No, the rest is to improvise. Let's do a good job of the closing of the 'Genji' in the past few days. Unleash 'Trick or Treat'! 160 ......"

'Helping the Kitchen Trickster' ~ One of the source's telekinesis abilities, release the system, up to 238 thumb-sized cuckold elves with independent thoughts and personalities, which can be destroyed. He likes to cook and is a cooking assistant, so he can give instructions to him, but due to his independent thoughts and personality, the completion of instructions will be discounted to varying degrees or even fail. When helping the cook, he will occasionally mistreat because he finds it funny. After activation, the pokemon is destroyed by an external force or lasts for eight hours before disappearing (the source itself cannot remove its existence or destroy it), and if a pokef is destroyed by an external force, the pokemon needs to wait twenty-four hours to reset. The range of the pokemon is centered on the source, with a radius of two kilometers. Without special commands, the pokemon will hide from being discovered (including the source itself), and the source can 'hide' the pokemon so that it cannot be detected by others. A single pokew can lift a teaspoon, while heavier items require the cooperation of multiple pokemon.

"Instruction ~ Assist me in preparing for the opening of the store."

Yuan began to concentrate on handling the fish, while the elves did all sorts of cooking tasks away from Yuan's gaze. The preparations for the opening of the small store are carried out in an orderly manner......

Time flies, and the shopping street gradually begins to liven up, and the Genji shop is also open for business. Source confirms that everything is ready, and is glad that the tricksters didn't trick or treat today. As long as you hang up the wooden menu, you can open the door.

"Today is the sea bream hand hold, the octopus hand hold, the naked hand hold, the medium fat hand hold, the large fat hand hold, the tamagoyaki, the wheel shrimp hand hold...... Ahh Where's the menu of the fish belly!?"

Yuan touched his forehead helplessly, "...... Sure enough, it was impossible for them not to mistreat. ”

In the corner of the operation room, more than a dozen elves sat or leaned on a stack of wooden menus, with a gloating expression, and even one elf rolled on the table with a smile on his stomach.

"Instruction ~ open a store to operate, it is strictly forbidden to be trick-or-treating!" ……

Soon the Genji store officially opened, and the customers who made reservations were seated on time.

"Xiao Yuan, I heard that you are going to close the store?" A regular customer asked.

"Yes, Mr. Simon. The store will be sold out on the next Solar Day. Tu Yaori is officially closed. ”

"That's a shame ......"

Other customers also expressed their regret at the closure of the Genji shop.

"I've been in Doré for six years now. I was young and wanted to go out and see the world. ”

While chatting with the guests, Yuan skillfully sliced the Sennis fish fat, grabbed the appropriate amount of pickled rice from the wooden barrel next to him, kneaded the rice balls, and took the Sennis fat slices and put some ground wasabi on the rice balls. Hold the ingredients with your left hand, put your index finger and middle finger on the ingredients with your right hand, and rotate the ingredients horizontally 180 degrees with a gentle grip, repeating three to four times with the same technique. Brush with a special sauce and you're done with a large amount of fat in your hand. Then Gen put the big fat hand in front of Simon on the bar high table on the plate.

Simon clipped his grip and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm, this taste~"

Simon's pupils dilated slightly, his teeth chewing on large fat in his hands, silky and tender slices of large fat, glutinous and slightly sour rice grains, just the right amount of sauce and wasabi constantly slid over his tongue, all of which tumbled, melted, and merged ...... in his mouth.

While Simon was still immersed in the satisfaction of the big fat handhold, Yuan wiped the flat plate he had just held with a white hot towel, and then began to prepare the big fat hand grip for the next guest......