Keisuke Aoi opened the door.

The noodle restaurant is a small and classic neon style, with a long bar and three round tables on the other side, and the whole space is packed.

Behind the bar is the cooking station, where a gray-haired shopkeeper and a young apprentice are busy, and the noodle soup is steaming and filling the space.

There were many surprises in the noodle restaurant late at night, with two middle-aged people sitting at the bar and a table of young girls dressed as four or five around the table, discussing the Fuji Music Festival in the future.

"Welcome!"

Cryko hid behind Keisuke Ao, poking out half of her head slightly.

In the eyes of others, she has become an ordinary little girl in gorgeous clothes, and even the strange umbrella cannot be seen.

The customers in the store are immediately attracted to them - everyone, whether it is a different appearance or a different temperament, makes people can't help but feel the urge to be amazed.

In the middle of the night, it is like meeting the big monster who walked down from the legendary mountain, and the face is gorgeously dressed and magnificent, so beautiful that it makes people shudder, and then feel the gloom of the mountain forest.

The wind blew at the corner of the street, dissipating the heat from the store.

Bai Shi took the lead in leading people inside: "Oh, boss, I smell the fragrance from the outside, is there any signboard?" ”

"Welcome...... Guests can take a look at the menu. ”

The shopkeeper subconsciously greeted again.

If no one in the group sat down at the round table, Keisuke Aoi asked Cryko to sit against the wall so that the umbrella would not touch ordinary people.

Not to mention Shiraishi, a social terrorist, Keisuke Aoi and Hoshino are not people who will be moved by "atmosphere" and "sight" at all.

Weeko sat quietly and obediently in his seat, his large, attentive eyes looking around.

"What do you want to eat?" Keisuke Aoi pushed the menu in front of her.

The reason why I decided to bring Ichiko for supper on a whim was inspired by Hanako No. 7274 - she can eat.

Weeko looked at the menu for a while, gradually frowned, and finally looked at Keisuke Aoi and shook his head, and then pushed the menu back.

"Keisuke Ao, help me."

"Keisuke Ao~Help me something~" Shiraishi thought it was funny, so he also pinched his tone to learn to speak, and pushed Keisuke Aoisuke's arm with his hand.

"Then you'll eat the same as me."

Keisuke Aoi lowered his head and opened the menu, and without looking at Shiraishi's pretentious expression, he directly ordered three bowls of seafood udon.

"Where's the president?"

“…… Broth. ”

After ordering, Shiraishi pulled Keisuke Ao's sleeve again and pointed to the beer served in the corner of the menu.

"Want to drink again?"

"Ahem!"

"If you're not afraid of growing meat......

Before Keisuke Qing's voice fell, he was slapped by Shiraishi: "Your words are too cold, I don't want to hear it!" ”

Keisuke Aoi ordered two more side dishes and beer.

Weezi quietly watched them chat and frolic, neither amused nor left out because they thought they were being left out.

After a moment, she lowered her head and watched the rain fall from the surface of the umbrella to the ground.

"Tick ...... Tick ......"

Is there any difference here from the original place?

She still didn't quite understand.

The discussion among the other customers in the restaurant involuntarily became much louder, hoping to attract the attention of Keisuke Aoi and the others at the table.

But Hoshino only felt that they were noisy, annoyed by the rough voices of their hearts.

The scene that I was used to was already used to, after meeting the crying child, the tolerance plummeted.

So she looked at the sobbing more often, trying to explore her inner world and comfort herself.

No one can relate to how she feels right now!

Belch......

This sentence is not entirely accurate, among the people present, Keisuke Aoi actually noticed her abnormality, but he didn't take it to heart and just threw it aside.

This attitude is inexplicably quite annoying.

"Guests, this is your face."

After a while, the young apprentice came over with four bowls of noodles, and when he saw Shiraishi, he shyly looked away.

"That...... Please use slowly. ”

"Thank you."

The young man was thanked by Shiraishi, and immediately rubbed the back of his head happily and left, but as soon as he returned to the back of the table, he was knocked by the master with the handle of the spoon and reprimanded him for getting his hands dirty.

Shiraishi playfully stuck out his tongue when he saw this, and when he saw Aoi Keisuke looking at her, he snorted proudly again.

Three bowls of seafood udon and one bowl of clear soup udon on the table.

The seafood noodles are made up of shrimp, dried bonito, and a piece of lightly grilled fish belly.

The consommé noodle soup is clear, and the dough is lightly decorated with orange roe, chopped seaweed, and a fish roll in the corner for plating.

The appetizer is a plate of edamame and a bowl of boiled squid legs.

Shiraishi took a photo and prepared to go back at night and call Tsukishima to take a look.

Hoshino silently took his bowl and took a small bite, and by the way, she also had her share of beer.

Cryko grabbed the handle of the umbrella with one hand and the chopsticks with the other, looking a little overwhelmed, and then turned his attention to the demon king for help.

"Keisuke Aoi ......"

Keisuke Aoi corrected her grip on the chopsticks and motioned for her to learn the moves from Hoshino.

"Let's try a shrimp first."

"So?"

"Hmm."

Weeko began to concentrate on studying, playing with the noodles with chopsticks, and occasionally eating a mouthful of surprise, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he felt the deliciousness of the food.

"Keisuke Ao, it's delicious!"

"Try something else."

"Good!"

"Cheers~"

Shiraishi put down his phone, picked up his draft beer and touched it with Keisuke Ao, and then with the cup Hoshino had placed on the table.

"Cheers, you two!"

Hoshino hesitated, but cooperated and picked up the glass.

She looked at the nearly 500 ml draught beer glass, could this be a direct toast?

After listening to Baishi's heart, I realized that she was just talking and playing.

It's not a bad night.

Hoshino felt that it should be the reason for the crying that made him happy.

The rain was still pouring outside, and it didn't show much of the typhoon's power, after all, most of the strong winds had been blocked by the mountains, leaving Yuzawa with only abundant moisture.

The noodle shop gradually returned to a normal atmosphere, and no one cared, in this small round table, sat a mysterious little girl.

With the aftermath of her power, she could easily kill all ordinary people, or even destroy entire neighborhoods.

But now, she's just trying to learn how to eat noodles with chopsticks.

Occasionally, Keisuke Aoko wipes her mouth or clips two squid legs for her.

"Do you like kids a lot?" Shiraishi asked in a curious and quirky tone.

“…… No, it's just for the weeping son. ”

Keisuke Aoi explained, "You can't simply classify her as a 'child' because of her looks. ”

What he appreciates is the purity of the weeping son, and it is not for any reason of age and appearance.

"Eh~"

Shiraishi traced his fingers on the rim of Keisuke Aoisuke's cup, humming and teasing, "It's really unfair, Hoshino and I are still here!" ”

Some people died, but not completely......