Even though it's autumn, the air conditioning in the restaurant is ample, and Fujiwara glances at the chef who is busy behind the boiler and still wiping his sweat with a towel, and you can see that he is very afraid of heat, so he will turn on the refrigeration and air conditioning until the weather has completely cooled down.

"Welcome! Please sit casually for both of you! "The space is small, there are no separate tables, only seven bar chairs.

The environment is also relatively old, and it can be seen that it has been open for some years and has not been renovated. Fujiwara nodded politely to the enthusiastic waitress and sat down closest to the door, as this was the bar seat furthest from the toilet.

He habitually took out the alcohol disinfectant spray from his pocket, and before he could spray it on the chair, White, who had no eyesight, sat down directly.

"......" White noticed that Krell beside him was not moving, tilted his head and said in confusion: "Mr. Krel, don't you want to sit here?" Then we can go and sit in the back seat. ”

"Nope." Fujiwara, who was in a puzzled mood, had to move to a nearby position and sit down, and after picking up the cold water bottle on the table and filling the glass, he planned to ask the waitress who was wiping the table and chairs on the side to come over.

Who knew that before this hand was stretched out, the greasy couple sitting next door began to show affection.

"Jiuji, you always get your face dirty when you eat? Really, isn't it uncomfortable to get noodle soup on the lenses of your glasses? The girl with the droopy eyes with long dark brown hair saw her boyfriend's sloppy appearance, and had no choice but to reach out and take off her glasses to help wipe the oil stains off them.

"Yumi Sugar! ~" The boy with a slightly curvy stubble on the back of his head scratched his cheeks embarrassedly, but the expression on his face could tell that he was enjoying the care from his girlfriend.

Fujiwara Yu felt that he was inexplicably forced to eat dog food, and he looked at the waitress who walked towards him with a blank face, and wanted to ask where the menu was, but she recommended it to herself.

"I want to ask what the recommendation is, right? Of course, it's the signature of our restaurant, which is so delicious, Enma King Ramen!! "So, what the hell is Enma King Ramen?

Fujiwara Yu also didn't understand why he said the name of ramen so fragrantly, and he looked like someone with bad ears?

But for the sake of the other party's warm recommendation, he had no choice but to speak: "Then please give me a bowl of Enma King ramen, don't add green onions, thank you." ”

"I also want the Yama King ramen, young lady please add more green onions!" White's tastes are obviously different from his own, and the way he speaks really doesn't feel like a CIA agent, I really don't know how he passed the assessment training at that time.

Fujiwara whispered in his heart.

"Okay!" The sound of couples chirping me and me kept coming from my ears, and Fujiwara Yu couldn't discuss business with White in such a public setting, so he had no choice but to take out a copy of Yin Fujizuo's famous work "The Tomb of Wild Chrysanthemum" from his satchel.

The pages were new, but he had flipped through them many times. There is a quote in it that he particularly likes: We have the same thoughts, think too much, and say too little.

A young face came to mind, and the thought of her sitting on the edge of her own wall gradually softened.

He had carefully prepared a confession, but because of his own reasons, he couldn't wait for the result and said goodbye... Not all people who say their hearts can get the love they want, let alone the hearts that can't be delivered.

Syllable! The sound of the soup bowl being forcefully put down, the memory was forcibly interrupted. The waitress was full of vitality and showed a sincere smile, and said loudly: "I've kept you waiting!" This is our signature Enma King ramen! Fujiwara Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at the bowl of ordinary ramen in front of him, there was no special place except for the bamboo shoots piled up in a small hill, and the so-called

"Enma King" originally meant bamboo shoots. He has never been very interested in this kind of pickled food, and he really can't trust the sign of a shop, so he has to choose his favorite flavor.

Although Fujiwara Yu was disappointed, he did not show a disgusted expression, he carefully broke the disposable fast to make sure that the two fast nuts were neat, and then put his hands together and said, "I started." Just as he was about to take a bite of the noodle soup, the voice of the man with round-rimmed glasses came from beside him: "I suggest you cut the half-boiled hot spring egg first, dip the noodles in the egg wash and eat it with a little noodle soup and dried bamboo shoots, this way of eating will make you fall in love with this bowl of ramen in an instant." Fujiwara Yu hesitated for a moment or obediently learned this way and tasted it, the noodles full of soup were accompanied by a thick egg liquid, and before he chewed two bites, his eyes widened slightly, which was a subconscious little expression when eating food.

This bowl of ramen is different from other ramen, and the more you chew it, the more you can realize the deliciousness of the soup base and the crisp texture of the dried bamboo shoots.

There are also large pieces of barbecued pork soaked in soup, which have been simmered long enough to be so soft that they melt with a slight sip in your mouth.

It was the first time he had eaten such delicious ramen, and he had always disliked greasy tonkotsu ramen due to his picky taste, but he didn't expect this bowl of Enma King ramen to relieve the greasy taste while improving the freshness and enriching the taste due to the large amount of dried bamboo shoots.

"Is it not good enough? I see you put noodles in your mouth, not noodles. Uncle Probe, wearing a white turban, asked.

Before Fujiwara could explain, the man with round-rimmed glasses smiled and explained, "He should belong to the type that doesn't know how to eat noodles, and my brother is like this." ”

"Huh? Jiuji, do you still have a brother? The droop-eyed woman was surprised.

"Huh? Didn't I tell Yumi Sugar, I don't only have a brother and a sister, but I don't look very similar to them, and I'm afraid I can't recognize them when I stand together. The man in round-rimmed glasses smirked.

The droop-eyed woman glared at the half-moon and complained: "Hehe, I guess it's similar to your type." But if you have a sister, you should set an example for her and at least shave her stubble when you go on a date with me. Fujiwara Yo watched the interaction between the two with a hint of envy in his eyes, and the topic moved to another place without he opening his mouth to explain.

But it's good that you can solve the bowl of food in front of you. It's just that he underestimated White a little

"Ability", he hadn't finished a few bites of the ramen in the bowl, and White, who was burying his head in the noodles, had already drunk the last bite of soup, and gave a thumbs up to indicate that he wanted to have a bowl.

So, after eating a bowl of ramen, Fujiwara Yu found that White next door had already eaten three bowls in a row and was about to start the fourth bowl.

He pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Haven't you eaten yet?" ”

"Huh? I still ......"

"Swallow what is in your mouth before you speak." White hurriedly swallowed the large piece of barbecued pork in his mouth, raised his hand to wipe the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Not yet!" I think I'll have to have another bowl! ”