Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Uesugi Yue put the cut noodles into the pot, and the noodles rolled and jumped in the boiling water.

After cooking the noodles, he took them out, drained them, and put them in a bowl. Then he placed large slices of barbecued pork with alternating fat and lean parts, roasted to an attractive color, and garnished them with tender green chopped green onions, golden corn kernels, and thin shredded wood ear mushrooms.

Finally, pour a spoonful of fragrant pork bone soup on it, and a bowl of soy sauce pork bone ramen with good color, aroma and taste is ready.

"Three servings of soy sauce tonkotsu ramen. Please enjoy."

Three ceramic bowls were pushed onto the table at the same time.

Ye Fan and Yuan Zhisheng's ramen looked ordinary, but Eri's bowl was particularly eye-catching. Eri's bowl was a circle larger than the other two.

The edge of the bowl is piled with barbecued pork like a small mountain, corn kernels and seaweed crumbs are arranged into a gorgeous pattern, and a small heart is formed in the center with red ginger.

The bowl was obviously a whole circle larger than theirs, and the ingredients on it were astonishingly more, almost more than the ingredients in Ye Fan and Yuan Zhisheng's bowls combined.

Seeing this, Ye Fan pretended to look at Uesugi Yue with contempt, secretly complaining in his heart: If this old guy knew that he had a daughter, he would definitely be a complete daughter-con.

Humph, as a man, I understand and commend your choice, but as a guest, I despise your discriminatory behavior!

You old bastard, I’m going to eat all the ingredients you prepared at your stall today.

Gen Chisei looked at the bowl of ramen he had never seen before and felt a bit lost for a moment, not knowing where to start eating. However, Eri had no such concerns.

"This is too obvious a discriminatory treatment, Boss. Although the girl next to me is very pretty, as fellow diners you should treat us equally."

Ye Fan whistled. He deliberately poked the soft-boiled egg in his bowl with the tip of his chopsticks, and golden egg liquid immediately gurgled out:

"Boss, my egg heart is too cooked. Can you give me another one?"

A vein popped in Uesugi's forehead. He knew the nasty kid was lying. Every soft-boiled egg was a 62-degree hot spring egg he'd made using a stopwatch, with an error of no more than 0.5 seconds.

This kid was just trying to pick a fight with him, and Uesugi Yue was just about to curse out loud.

Eri suddenly held up a clipboard. On it was a glittering star symbol, with the words "Thank you, Grandpa!" written next to it.

The anger on the old man's face melted away instantly.

He wiped his hands on his apron helplessly, his fingers trembling slightly with flour hidden in the folds.

Fifty years have passed since he left that bloody family, and no one has ever faced him with such a pure smile.

"Try it now, I hope it suits your taste."

Uesugi Yue's voice was a little hoarse.

He watched the girl pick up the chopsticks - her awkward gesture clearly showed she had never eaten ramen, but with a heartbreaking seriousness.

Has this little girl never eaten ramen before? Uesugi Yue thought so, and he saw his own past in the boy and the girl.

He also smelled the scent of dragon blood on them. They must be children raised by those families, just like he once was.

At least now, feel the breath of freedom outside. I, an old man, will try my best to protect you.

Uesugi Yue lowered his eyebrows and thought to himself.

Eri scooped a spoonful of soup first.

The moment the amber liquid touched her tongue, her eyes widened. The broth, simmered for twelve hours with tonkotsu and kelp, combined with the richness of the secret soy sauce, set off a miniature fireworks display on her taste buds.

She impatiently moved closer to the edge of the bowl, not even noticing that her long red hair was falling into the soup.

"Eat slowly."

Gen Chisei reluctantly pulled out his sister's hair. He barely touched his own bowl of noodles, his entire attention focused on Eri.

Watching her puff out her cheeks and blow air, a soft emotion swelled in my chest. It turns out that besides those expensive kaiseki meals, a bowl of street ramen can also make my sister so happy.

The delicious taste instantly bloomed on the tip of the tongue. The girl couldn't help but squint her eyes, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a satisfied expression, just like a lazy and comfortable cute kitten.

This delicious soup was like a magic key, instantly opening the door to Eri's taste buds.

She quickly picked up a handful of noodles with chopsticks and slurped them elegantly but eagerly, eating them in big mouthfuls. The large bowl of ramen was quickly reduced under her "attack".

Seeing Eri eating so happily, Ye Fan quickly said to Uesugi Yue, "Boss, another serving please."

Uesugi Yue was slightly stunned, then he smiled even more heartily and quickly responded, "Okay!"

He turned around and got busy again, this time he specially prepared some more ingredients.

What a lovely little girl! Watching her eat is such a treat for me. I really hope she can eat more.

Eri suddenly raised her clipboard and said, "Brother's noodles are getting cold."

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned.

He looked down at the grease gradually solidifying in his bowl. Something warmer replaced his previous vigilance. He followed Ye Fan's example and rolled up a chopstick of noodles.

"Hmm!"

As the rich umami flavor exploded in his mouth, Gen Chisei finally understood why Eri had that expression.

The noodles are much more chewy than you might imagine. You can even feel the fibers bouncing between your teeth the moment you bite them.

This was definitely not dough that an ordinary person could knead - he could even taste the tempered sword will in every strand of noodle.

"Is it delicious?" Eiry tilted her head to look at him, with a little soy sauce stain on the corner of her mouth.

Yuan Zhisheng reached out to wipe off the trace for her, and suddenly thought of that night more than ten years ago, if only he could have had a bowl of noodles like this.

Now these hands are holding a rough pottery bowl, and the fingertips are slightly red due to the heat.

"It's delicious." he said softly.

Something wet welled up in his eyes, but he concealed it by lowering his head to drink the soup.

Uesugi Yue's back stiffened.

The old man's ears were extremely sensitive. He heard the slight tremor in the young boy's voice and the sound of liquid dripping into the noodle soup.

The second bowl of noodles gradually took shape in his hands. This time, he quietly added half a spoonful of chicken oil he made himself to the soup base - that was his secret recipe that he never used on outsiders.

This kind of chicken fat is difficult to make, so he usually doesn't use much, but today he was not stingy at all.

Uesugi Yue felt the sadness in the boy's heart. Although he didn't know where the sadness came from, he hoped to share it with the boy.

Even Uesugi Yue himself didn't know what was wrong with him. He was so considerate of others that it even made his own mood depressed.

Is he someone who is easily affected by other people's emotions?

Chapter 87: Farewell between father and daughter, Yuan Zhisheng's help

Gen Chisheng only ate two bowls of ramen, but Ye Fan and Eiry seemed to be competing with each other. As if in a competition, each of them devoured more than ten bowls in a flash.

The scene was as if their stomachs were a bottomless pit. The ingredients prepared by Uesugi Yue were rapidly decreasing in front of them until all the stock in the stall was sold out.

Uesugi Yue was really surprised. He never thought that these two children could eat so much. But he was happy in his heart. It was good to eat well. Only by eating well can you grow.

After the three of them had finished their meal, Yuan Zhisheng took out the money to pay the bill.

This ramen meal, which was neither lunch nor dinner, took them two full hours to finish without them realizing it.

At this time, it was already past five o'clock in the evening. Genji Chisei realized that he should send Eri back to Genji Heavy Industries, and he also had a lot of official business to deal with.

As Japan's Amaterasu, he is much busier than most executive officers.

Eiry's face was full of reluctance, and even Gen Chisei himself inexplicably wanted to stay here for a while longer.

But Ye Fan knew very well that they should not delay any longer, otherwise once the emotions between father and children overflowed, it would be difficult to control.

Some things cannot be rushed. Although he also wants to see the scene of father and daughter recognizing each other, everything has to be done slowly.

Ye Fan looked at Yuan Zhisheng and said:

"Senior, don't you Japanese have a term called 'Ichigo Ichie'? Why don't you bring Eri here to eat once a month? If you have time, you can try other delicacies. Look, like today, isn't it peaceful and no one comes to disturb you?"

Yuan Zhisheng nodded slightly, agreeing deeply.

When Eiry heard that she could come again every month, she jumped for joy, looking like a happy little deer.

Seeing this, Ye Fan smiled and sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and prepared to send Eri and Minamoto no Chisei back to Genji Heavy Industries first.

Uesugi Yue stood behind the stove, wiping off the non-existent oil stains, but his eyes were always following the backs of the three young men as they left.

Under the cover of night, his hunched figure looked particularly lonely.

He had an indescribable fondness for the two children, especially after hearing what Ye Fan said just now and knowing that the two children would come next, he felt even better.

This originally peaceful old age life seems to have added more fun.

"God really favors a sinner like me..." The old man's sigh dissipated in the Tokyo night wind.

As the car slowly moved forward, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly spoke, breaking the silence inside: "Aren't you tasked with investigating the dragon corpse? Is there anything I can help you with?"

At this moment, Yuan Zhisheng already truly regarded Ye Fan as a friend. Although friendship was a luxury for Amaterasu, Ye Fan's powerful bloodline made him feel that Ye Fan was fully qualified.

Ye Fan smiled when he heard this: "If there is really a need, I will definitely not be polite to you, but now, I want to explore and investigate it myself first."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded. This was the tacit understanding between men. No need to say much, everything was implied.

After arriving at Genji Heavy Industries, Ye Fan said to Yuan Zhisheng: "Give me 100 million, and I will pay you back tomorrow."

Yuan Zhisheng was a little confused and didn't understand why Ye Fan suddenly wanted 100 million, but he still generously ordered his men to hand Ye Fan a black card with a limit of 200 million, and said:

"No need to pay it back. We are friends and it's only natural for us to help each other."

Ye Fan didn't refuse much and nodded to accept it. He knew in his heart that Yuan Zhi would still owe him many favors after his birthday.

After bidding farewell to Yuan Zhisheng and Eri, Ye Fan drove to Osaka, an important place for him to obtain key information.

Ye Fan drove to Osaka and headed straight for the mysterious Paradise Hall.

Paradise, the territory controlled by the fierce ghosts, is a large gambling venue that is extremely luxurious but also full of undercurrents.

Legend has it that here, as long as you win enough money through gambling skills, you will have the honor of meeting the mysterious beautiful proprietress.

No matter how absurd your wish is, they will do their best to help you realize it. From assassinating a popular star to gathering more than a hundred strong men to deal with your enemies, it seems that there is nothing they can't do.

The black executive department car cut through the Osaka night and stopped steadily at the magnificent entrance of Gokurakukan.

The moment the car door opened, the surrounding noise paused for a moment - the young man who got out of the car was wearing a well-tailored black windbreaker, and the gold thread embroidered on the collar glowed coldly under the neon lights.

Ye Fan stood in front of the door of Paradise Hall, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

His azure pupils swept across the bodyguard at the door, and that look made the battle-hardened gangster unconsciously tense his muscles.

Ye Fan parked the special car belonging to the Japanese Executive Department steadily in front of the door of the Paradise Hall. This action instantly attracted the attention of many wealthy men and women around.