"Sister Pear, a bowl of soy sauce ramen and two pieces of barbecued pork."

As soon as Toru Asada walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department building, he walked into the small shop of Hidaka Ramen and greeted the proprietress with a smile.

In mid-September, even the midday sun in Tokyo seems tepid, and the sky and sea breeze are exceptionally clear and open. The ramen shop is located in an alley behind the Metropolitan Police Department building, and from the main entrance, you can see the glass brick building that glows with golden light from top to bottom.

The small shop is a small shop in a very traditional Japanese style, and the wooden texture of the table and counter is clearly visible, just like the proprietress Hidaka Riko herself, and it is gentle and elegant everywhere.

Hidaka Riko herself is 34 years old, with long black hair pulled up by a wooden hairpin, and likes to wear light blue casual clothes on weekdays, and speaks softly, but never seems too soft and waxy.

The proprietress is said to be a graduate of the Academy of Fine Arts, and she is very good at portrait drawing, and for some reason she put down her paintbrush and opened a ramen shop.

But the most commendable thing is really the char siu in the store, the heat of the fried meat is just right, and the soup is stewed but not greasy, which is a hundred times stronger than the Metropolitan Police Department's cafeteria that is useless except rice cakes.

If you want to buy a rice cake alone, you have to queue for more than ten minutes.

"It's still the same, isn't it?" Hidaka Riko made a note of the order, smiling eyebrows and eyes like a crescent moon in the sky, and put down a glass of orange juice in front of the brown-haired officer.

Orange juice with ramen, this cult-like way of eating is bound to be caught on the spot if it is on a food show, and a group of idle diners who have nothing to do will be criticized for not respecting ramen enough.

Of course, ramen, a food that combines the essence of heaven and earth, the aura of the sun and the moon, is for me to eat on my knees!

- There will definitely be people who will shout like that.

Speaking of which, orange juice can appear on the table of this small shop because Toru Asada asked with a smile if there was orange juice in the store on a whim when Hidaka pear noodles were cooking.

"Orange juice?" Riko Hidaka was stunned for a moment, probably because she didn't expect that there would be a guest who made such a request, "Do you want Pokka or Sangaria?" ”

"Huh? Is there still a choice? Toru Asada asked casually, but he didn't expect to get an answer, and then thought seriously for two seconds, "I prefer the sweetness of Sangaria, but the flesh of Pokka is more delicious - it's a little hard to choose - it's still Pokka." ”

"No, you have to drink it and buy it yourself." Hidaka Riko directly smiled and brought a glass of boiled water, and her soft tone was bitten very clearly, "For the sake of your brown hair that is very pleasing to the eye, I reluctantly agree with you to bring a drink in." ”

Sister Riko laughed so horribly that Toru Asada puffed out her cheeks and silently covered her hair.

But having said that, after that, the brown-haired young man came five or six times after that, and Riko Hidaka would always smile and hand him another bottle of Pokka, and then write it to him in the bill according to the supermarket purchase price.

The ramen was made super soft as usual, poured with a thick whitening broth, and Hidaka Riko put a bowl of noodles on Toru Asada's table, and there was no one in the store at the moment, so she wiped her hands and sat opposite the brown-haired young man and chatted.

"Business in this shop has been getting better and better recently, and you can see interesting people every day, probably because it is relatively close to the Metropolitan Police Department building, and the officers and gentlemen like to use this place as a canteen," Hidaka Riko talked about what she had seen and heard recently, "Last week, a police officer who loved to blush came over and ordered a bowl of soy sauce ramen with barbecued pork, and while eating, he cried that the newly recruited colleague was not human, and after pushing all the transcripts to him, he didn't know where he went. ”

Toru Asada's smile remained unchanged: "So do you know his name?" ”

Hidaka Riko shook her head helplessly, and smiled helplessly: "No, the chandelier suddenly fell down when he wanted to introduce himself - it's really strange, obviously he only found someone to overhaul it two days ago." ”

Then you should really ask him for compensation, Toru Asada rolled up a chopstick ramen and put it on the spoon, and continued to broadcast "Today's Meal of the Pear Family" in his ears.

"Last week, a police officer in an khaki suit came and ordered a bowl of soy sauce ramen with barbecued pork," Riko Hidaka continued with a smile, "While eating, I complained about the new subordinates who slept at work and fished after work, and usually went to tease colleagues when they had nothing to do, but the speed of solving the case was so fast that he couldn't curse - the police officer seemed to have a headache about it." ”

"Twilight...... That police officer was really unlucky, and he would have a headache for a long time. Toru Asada read it emotionlessly, and casually stuffed the rolled mini ramen into his mouth.

This ramen tastes good, and it goes well with dried bamboo shoots.

Hidaka Riko looked at Toru Asada's ramen and went down to half a bowl, picked up the drawing board put aside and began to sketch the portrait, and continued to talk about homely things while drawing: "A few days ago, a police officer with thick eyebrows came and ordered a bowl of soy sauce ramen with barbecued pork, and while eating, he told me that he had just gone to the search next door at the same time. ”

Toru Asada paused with his hand for dry rice squad leader You don t t eat the love bento made by Natalie , what kind of thing do you go to such a small ramen shop to make.

"He said that his girlfriend had been busy preparing for a teacher interview recently, and she didn't have time to make him a bento," Riko Hidaka seemed to see through Toru Asada's question, thought about it and added, "Are there so many strange newcomers to the Metropolitan Police Department, could it be the same person ......?"

"Don't think too much, it's not the same, the Metropolitan Police Department is a lot of such people." Toru Asada looked up with a smile and categorically interrupted Riko Hidaka's dangerous thoughts, a pound trumpet beating happily at the corner of his forehead.

There are so many people in the Metropolitan Police Department, and the guests in Sister Lizi's mouth are not necessarily the police officers, the twilight police department, right?

What are you talking to the hostess! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

"Huh? Is that so? Riko Hidaka paused with the pen in her hand, scribbling on the drawing paper, outlining the last few strokes, and smiling between her words, "But yesterday two people from the explosive group came over, and each ordered a bowl of soy sauce ramen and barbecued pork, saying that the previous ones were the same person, and he also brought a mole with him—"

In particular, the officer with curly hair smiled very happily after hearing this, and was so happy that he ate two more bowls of noodles, and added oil and vinegar to add a lot of details.

“…… Miss Riko, I think you should reflect on it," Asada interrupted Riko Hidaka with a blank expression, looking up at the wooden sign hanging overhead, "Why is it that everyone comes to you for soy sauce ramen and char siu." ”