The izakaya is overcrowded as soon as the social animals get off work, and while waiting for the meal to be served, there is no shortage of company employees who come to the restaurant to drink and talk with each other after work.

Even before the food is served, the drinks in the glass will disappear in their complaints, and their words and expressions are all cathartic about the exploitation of their bosses and the unhappiness of getting along with colleagues.

Sitting in the corner, Fujiwara enjoys the ordinary time after work, chatting and laughing with the rest of the world, preferring to be an observer or listener, like the vacation days he got after a mission in the United States, he would habitually sit in a coffee shop and practice sketching, depicting the appearance of passers-by, outlining their emotions, whether happy or sad or irritable.

At this time, he was a listener, occasionally echoing the last two sentences, listening to the unpleasant things in the process of the boss in front of him who could vomit without drinking.

Fujiwara Yu picked up the iced lemon tea in front of him, and after taking a sip, his eyebrows couldn't help frowning, and the subtle change in expression showed his dissatisfaction, he had high requirements for the texture and taste of lemon tea, which was obviously mixed with inferior tea powder The taste is really ordinary.

"At the beginning of the year, I encountered a eucalyptus, and everyone was happy, but who knew that the relatives of the murderer didn't know if the cerebellum was kicked by a donkey, and they actually marched on the street to force the victim's family to forgive, do you say this is still a human thing?!" When Otaki Goro mentioned this, the green tendons on his forehead were so angry that they bulged, if it weren't for the oolong tea being ice enough, this anger would not be able to be suppressed.

"There is every reason for the police to detain this kind of thing."

"That's for sure! After the march, these people thought that they would not be caught wearing masks and learning to rob, so they smashed the cars of the victims' families with stones, and sent threatening letters to rush to people's homes. Fujiwara raised his eyebrows and did not answer, silently calculating in his heart the laws and regulations that these people have violated, just the two crimes of damaging finances and illegally breaking into private houses, they will not be able to get out for a while.

But they deserve it, and there's nothing to care about. Goro Otaki wanted to talk about something more, but the waiter had already stepped forward with a plate, and he had to be forced to close it in order to enjoy the food

Before the "microphone", he reminded: "Takaji, you can taste and look at the octopus feet first, it is really appetizing." ”

"Okay." The octopus feet are cut into sizes suitable for one bite in a navy blue shell-shaped vessel, and the shallots mixed with yuzu vinegar are oily and spread on top of the octopus's feet, like weaving a grass-green blanket for the octopus.

Fujiwara Yu picked up the bamboo fast on the fast rack, picked up the octopus foot while not forgetting to put some green onions that were not used for decoration, and before he could put it in his mouth, he was aroused by the fragrance of yuzu vinegar, and the color and fragrance were complete, and it was inevitable that he felt that the taste was good before he tasted it.

The elastic octopus foot repeatedly rebounds between the teeth, and the more you chew, the more you can feel the special smell of the iron plate grilling, and the gentle yuzu acetate has moderate acidity, and the soft taste can lock in the original taste of the octopus, and the fragrance of yuzu is even more distinctive.

The shallots also play their own role in the process of chewing, and they are not as spicy as other shallots, but they are characterized by their soft texture and refreshing taste, and when mixed with yuzu vinegar to achieve the finishing touch, it can easily solve the dish without feeling any burden.

The success of opening the taste buds also makes Fujiwara Yoshi's coat comfortable, and the first dish brings surprises, and the signature Hiroshima yaki that will be ordered at every table is definitely not bad for taste.

Gorou Otaki was always observing Sousuke's reaction during the meal, and he found that this child always had a poker face with wind and no waves at first glance, but if you look closely, you can find that there are quite a lot of subtle little expressions, just like after enjoying the deliciousness, the eyebrows will twitch slightly upward, and the beautiful ultramarine eyes will be clearer and brighter than before.

He looked at Takaji, who had already put three or four octopus feet into his mouth, and asked with interest, "How is it?" Doesn't this shop taste good? ”

"Well, it's unexpectedly delicious."

"Let's try this fried red leaf first, the best thing to eat should be saved for the end, and it's too hot to eat now, it's not good for the intestines." Hearing this, Fujiwara couldn't help but look down at the unremarkable fried red leaves on the porcelain plate, he really didn't understand why he had to use the leaves to make tempura when there were so many ingredients, and more importantly, ...... The price is not cheap yet.

He didn't taste it with anticipation, but the crispy fried food tasted pretty good in his mouth, which was a testament to that

The second half of the sentence of "everything can be fried": fried things are delicious.

"Actually, maple leaves have no taste, salty taste comes from pickling, Japanese agriculture and animal husbandry in the Meiji era was very underdeveloped, out of hunger to come up with this method to satisfy hunger, the price is expensive in the process of processing maple leaves is troublesome and time-consuming, so it is not how delicious, it can only be said to be a kind of nostalgia for the past."

"So there is such a story about fried red leaves?"

"Every dish has a story behind it, just as the person who tastes it has its own story." Listening to Goro Otaki's explanation, Fujiwara Yo can be considered to understand why he ordered this delicacy, and it is probably one of the culture of Osaka.

He wasn't interested in fried autumn leaves, so after a little tasting, he turned his attention to the last dish of the day, which was Hiroshima yaki.

He picked up the small shovel in front of him and evenly divided Hiroshima into eight parts, and after making sure that the size was the same, his face was filled with a sense of satisfaction, which came from the food in front of him and the comfort from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The combination of steaming noodle lake and fine soba noodles is a collision of staple food, the satisfaction of carbohydrates is exciting, and the combination of salty and sweet secret sauces and mayonnaise is just the right amount of deliciousness.

The surface is so delicious, and the inset is rich in materials to a strong sense of layering. The pork belly is fried on an iron plate until it is browned on both sides, the shredded cabbage and soybean sprouts remain crisp under high temperature, the firm flesh of the black tiger prawn can even feel the appearance of a dragon and a tiger before its death, and the smoothness of the fried egg is a perfect match.

The layered deliciousness of Hiroshima ware makes people disgusted that the small shovel in their hands is not big enough, and there is no way to achieve the feeling that the taste buds are galloping on the battlefield in the army of food.

Seeing that the dishes he chose were liked by Sosuke Takaji, Goro Otaki was also in a good mood, so he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and looked at the time, and asked aloud: "Takaji, do you live at a relative's house here in Osaka now, or do you rent an apartment building?" ”

"No, I'm going to find a hotel around the main department."

"What did you say?!"