Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 244 Salia

Salia, a Japanese Italian and Western food brand.

Pursue the business philosophy of "affordable food". The price is extremely affordable, in other words - very cheap.

So that even young people who are short of money can realize "the freedom of Western food".

Cheap prices for large bowls, simple and clean environment, and a wide variety of dishes.

This Western food brand has spread all over Japan and is widely welcomed by people, especially young people.

Lu Ren knew this brand and had eaten it in his previous life in China. It tasted good and the food was served very quickly.

What Lu Ren didn't expect was that there was a Salia in Mihua Town.

If Sato hadn't brought him here and he had to dig out by himself, it would have taken a long time.

After all, his life trajectory is very fixed, rice flower cafe - Maori office - home, three points and one line.

Breakfast at home, lunch at the cafe, and dinner with noodles or directly at Mori’s house.

Today, this is an unexpected surprise.

There is one more place to eat, and it will also be a permanent dining spot.

Next time I'll bring the ash and try it.

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  "Miwako, I never thought you would come here to dine." After sitting down, Lu Ren said with a smile.

"Why not? It's cheap and efficient." Sato ordered the meal and pushed the menu to Lu Ren, "I'm not a big reporter like you, and my salary is very low."

"Serve two more portions of what she ordered just now. Add a glass of iced orange juice."

After ordering the food, Lu Ren took over what he had just said, "The police department's salary is low. This is really the funniest joke I've heard in recent times."

"It's the police department." Sato corrected, "With my salary, I can only treat you to this. I hope you don't mind."

"How could it be? I also like this store very much. Rather," Lu Ren motioned Sato to look at other tables like him, "all the men here are men of my age. So when I learned that you often come here After that, it was a little weird.”

There are two men and four men at a table. There are also women, but the proportion is smaller compared to men. And generally young.

In a previous life, some extreme people in Japan once stirred up a topic, that is, "Anyone who brings his girlfriend to Salia for a date and dinner is a loser and a stingy person."

This topic has aroused extensive discussion among people from all walks of life in Japan.

Of course, the end result is pretty good.

Many people used practical actions to rectify Salia's name. For example, you can bring your girlfriend over to eat and take photos and post them on Twitter, or a single lady can come here to eat and take photos with the text, “Looking for single men who are willing to come to Salia to eat with her.”

But from a statistical point of view, there are indeed not many male and female combinations like Rikuhito Sato in Salia.

Even if there are, they are young students, junior high school lovers, high school lovers and so on.

"What's so strange about that?" Sato followed and looked around. Wherever her eyes went, the men and women who looked at her lowered their heads.

Lu Ren saw it and said nothing. I thought this was probably the intimidation power of the police, whose eyes were more intimidating than ordinary people.

"By the way. How old are you this year?" Sato looked away and suddenly remembered what Lu Ren said just now. The men in the hotel were similar to him. This was no joke. Doesn't that mean
  "I came to Japan at 24 or 22 and worked in a newspaper for two years."

Sato "."

That's really not a big deal.

"I thought you were the same age as me, 27 or 8. No matter how bad you are, you are the same age as Takagi, 26. I didn't expect you are only 24. Oh, that's great."

Sato held his chin and looked at the people coming and going outside the window, his brows frowning unconsciously, "If I were your age now, I wouldn't be forced by my mother to get married and go on blind dates with all kinds of people every day. I'm too busy with work. , how can I have the energy to fall in love, get married and start a family?"

"I really don't have this problem. My parents just passed away some time ago."

"." Sato looked at Lu Ren and asked softly, "Is it an accident?"

"I encountered a mudslide while hiking in Hokkaido." Lu Ren said.

"Sorry for making you sad."

"It's okay, it's all over. Let's eat."

The food served at Saria in Mikka Town is as fast as Lu Ren remembered, very fast.

After ordering and chatting just now, within a few minutes, the dishes were served one after another.

Bolognese pasta, garlic steak, Japanese hamburger, cheese chicken steak.

The same three servings of the above.

There was no room for it on the table, causing people around to look here frequently.    According to common rationality, women eat smaller meals than men.

Of course, this does not apply to Sato. Due to the nature of his work, he consumes a lot of energy and needs to eat to replenish energy.

Sato's appetite is much larger than that of an average adult male.

However, Lu Ren is not an ordinary person. His appetite needs no elaboration.

But Sato didn't know this. She looked at the table full of food with a somewhat evil look in her eyes, "Make sure you finish eating. It's not a good habit to waste food."

"Don't worry, I value food more than you do. It's not enough for me."

Lu Ren took the knife and fork and lowered his head to start cooking.

The movement was so swift and precise that Sato was stunned for a moment.

What's wrong with this? You don't follow the process.

She looked at Lu Ren, and after a minute or two, she came back to her senses under the stimulation of the aroma of food.

He clasped his hands together and whispered "I'm starting."

Just then he picked up the knife and fork and lowered his head to eat.

"I'm ready" is considered table manners in Japan. You should shout this before eating, just like shouting "I'm back" after returning home.

Lu Ren knew, but he had never done this.

He's not from here.

A quarter of an hour later, Sato put down the tableware and saw that Lu Ren was still working hard with his head down. The plate in front of him was mostly empty.

Just half the pasta and one hamburger.

These two things are disappearing at an alarming rate.

Sato couldn't help but sigh that she had wrongly blamed Lu Ren just now.

This guy can really eat, and he definitely has a place in the Big Eater Competition.

Sato took out his wallet and stood up to pay.

After Sato came back after paying the bill, Lu Ren also finished his meal and was waiting for her at his seat.

"How was your meal?"

"Not bad, 70% full." Lu Ren stood up from his seat, "Let's go and chat somewhere else. Is there any park nearby?"

"Yes, come with me."

Lu Ren sat in a Sato Porsche and arrived at a small park attached.

It was noon and the weather was still hot.

There was no one in the park except them.

Sato parked the car and walked to the bench under the shade of the tree.

Lu Ren sat next to her.

"We've eaten this meal, now we can talk about the case of Chou Silang." Sato stared at Lu Ren with bright eyes.

"Yes. The murderer back then was your father's friend. He was the hook-nosed man who presented the flowers just now." Lu Ren said.

"Uncle Luye? Where is the evidence?"

"The evidence is"

Lu Ren read out the standard answer according to the script.

Sato was stunned for a while before he accepted this cruel fact.

Her beloved elder was the murderer of her father.

"Actually, the person next to me misheard, Chou Silang." Lu Ren watched the dried leaves falling from the sky, "What your father really shouted was, 'surrender yourself.'"

　The evidence is here: The interpretation method of カンオ is to recombine the Roman sound KANO of the three katakana into KANO (かの) the pronunciation of Kano Shuji's surname. (The clue given on the Shinagawa Station signboard for solving the crime is that the part written in Roman pronunciation SHINA in Shinagawa can be divided into SHINA or SHINA)

　　In the footage captured on the bank's surveillance camera, the prisoner used the butt of his gun to attack the guard in the same manner as Kano's special shot. (Officer Sato often heard his father say that Shuji Kano’s hitting style was special but he was very powerful when he was a child.)

　　
  　
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