Chihaya Aine is a member of the team Zero

"Aine, when did you and Shoko meet? Are you close enough to call each other by name?"

Nagasaki Suyo felt that there were ten thousand questions in her heart that needed to be answered. She was just lying at home for a while, but why did it feel like several years had passed outside?

"Well, uh, let me cover up the situation here for a moment."

When she became the one being questioned, Chihaya Aine herself began to sweat profusely.

"G?"

Chihaya Aine just opened her mouth to ask Ultraman Zero.

"OK, I've used Ultraman's telekinesis to cover up everything in this box. You don't have to worry about the contents of the following conversation being leaked."

In the space of consciousness, Ultraman Zero gave a thumbs up and immediately entered the exciting drama-watching mode again.

"Actually, Xiangzi and I are in a similar situation... So, do you understand?"

Chihaya Aine thought about how to explain the current situation to Nagasaki Suyo.

"Similar situation?"

Nagasaki Suyo didn't realize anything at first. After she used her amazing wisdom to think about it, she came to her senses and her blue eyes, as beautiful as the sky, were already shaking violently.

Because the news from Chihaya Aine was too explosive, Nagasaki Suyo

Time has forgotten to ask Toyokawa Shoko about the things that have been buried in her heart for a long time.

Volume 1: Chapter 175 Soyorin, listen to me

"Wait, does that mean Xiangzi is also one of them?"

"Xiangzi, are you also one with the Ultra Warriors?"

Nagasaki Suyo turned her head and looked in surprise at Toyokawa Shoko, who had recovered from the shock.

"Although I can transform into Ultraman now, I'm still a little different from Aine."

Seeing that she could temporarily get away from the topic related to "CRYCHIC", Shoko Toyokawa raised her head and began to explain.

At this time, Nagasaki Suyo was a little calmer. The current field was something she did not understand, and even with her amazing wisdom, she could not imagine it.

"To put it simply, although I have obtained the power of light just like Aine, there is no Ultra Warrior with a single mind within me. Even after transforming, it is still my own consciousness that controls it."

After thinking for a moment, Shoko Toyokawa organized her words and spoke to Nagasaki Motoyo.

Nagasaki Suyo didn't say anything immediately. Instead, she turned her gaze to Chihaya Aine beside her, hoping to get some help from the silly pink-haired girl.

Naturally, Toyokawa Shoko was the first to notice the eye contact between Nagasaki Motoyo and Chihaya Aion. She couldn't help but feel emotional, after all, she was the one who stood in Chihaya Aion's position before.

"Yes, although Xiangzi can transform into Ultraman after obtaining the power of light, she is different from me and I who are one with Ultraman. The light she obtained does not contain consciousness. It is completely controlled by Xiangzi's own subjective consciousness."

Chihaya Aine seemed to have already made a confession, and blurted out the words without any thought.

"Is this so..."

Nagasaki Motoyo was no longer a fledgling who had just encountered aliens and monsters. As a "combatant" who assisted Chihaya Aine and Ultraman Zero in many battles, she knew how difficult it was to fight against those alien invaders who wanted to invade the earth.

If Chihaya Aine still has the help of Ultraman Zero and herself and others, then Toyokawa Shoko's situation of only gaining power is, in a sense, more dangerous and difficult.

“That light is not only”

"Xiangzi, are you okay?"

After understanding the heavy burden on Toyokawa Shoko, although Nagasaki Suyo still had some confusion about the Night of the Black Knife in her heart, she no longer planned to question Toyokawa Shoko as she did at the beginning.

It’s not that the truth of the Black Knife Night is not important, but Nagasaki Suyo is very clear about the severity of the matter.

"I'm doing okay. Although I did wonder why I gained this power at first, I have Mu by my side now, and today I also met Aine, a senior who is also an Ultraman."

At this time, Shoko Toyokawa had completely adjusted her mentality, and her face regained the elegance that she had been inculcated with since childhood.

"Yeah……"

This time it was Nagasaki Suyo's turn to lower her head, wondering what she was thinking.

"Su Shi..."

Seeing that Toyokawa Shoko and Nagasaki Suyo had finished their conversation, Wakaba Mutsu just spoke.

"Xiao Mu..."

Nagasaki Suyo didn't raise her head, her mind was a little confused.

Even with such amazing wisdom, Nagasaki Suyo now doesn't know what to say.

"I didn't mean to hide Xiangzi's affairs from you. I only just learned about the changes that had taken place in Xiangzi not long ago."

Although Ruoye Mu usually talks very little, today he tried his best to explain in order to avoid his friends misunderstanding him.

"I was abducted by aliens at the time, and Xiangzi saved me..."

When Wakaba Mutsu recalled the scene where Toyokawa Shoko was injured while protecting him, his expression became visibly depressed.

"So this kind of thing actually happened. I'm glad you and Xiangzi are both okay, though."

Nagasaki Suyo seemed to be recalling a similar thing that happened to her at that time, and her tone became softer.

"Soyorin, listen to me, listen to me, Xiangzi's destined opponent is very strong."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the box was gradually becoming depressing, Chihaya Aine quickly started looking for topics to talk about.

"what?"

Nagasaki Motoyo didn't expect that even if Toyokawa Shoko only inherited the power of light and was not united with the Ultra Warrior, she would still have an enemy.

"They are enemies called Xenomorphs. They possess terrifying vitality and can only be destroyed by attacks on a molecular level. Furthermore, they can powerfully evolve by absorbing the opponent's abilities and intelligence."

"Isn't it a bit too strong?"

Chihaya Aine's tone at this moment was like those people who encountered a dung monster while playing games.

"Xiangzi, are you really okay facing such an enemy?"

Nagasaki Suyo couldn't help but think in her heart.

"It's okay. As long as we work together, we can definitely defeat the alien beast."

Toyokawa Shoko said in a decisive tone.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the box had eased somewhat, Chihaya Aine quickly asked everyone present to continue eating.

"Soyorin, you must be hungry after coming all the way here. Let's eat first."

Unveiling the food on the table, a three-finger-thick slice of Rouge duck liver lay on a cast iron griddle, its skin crackled with caramelized hues. Listening closely, a subtle crackling sound evoked the sound of first snow falling on branches. The blade cut through with near-zero resistance, its cross-section gleaming with the luster of mother-of-pearl, its center retaining a semi-fluid, runny texture, as if encapsulating the richness of late French autumn within a single inch.

The surface is crispy with a caramel shell mixed with Madeira wine, followed by a fatty aroma that slides onto the tongue like silk, and finally, what explodes in the throat is brandy-soaked figs - the chef vacuum-injects the fruit pulp into the duck liver, and under the stimulation of body temperature, the wine wrapped in the fruit aroma flows upstream, creating an amber taste tsunami in the nasal cavity.

The base isn't just any bread, but a puff pastry baked with rye and goose fat. Each layer is filled with candied orange peel and blackcurrant jelly. The moment the fork breaks the puff pastry, a burst of acidity pierces the rich, fatty aroma like lightning. The warm fat creates a final melody of ice and fire in the mouth. Meanwhile, the cherrywood pipe is emitting its final wisp of smoke. As the smoke ring touches the tongue, the previous intensity transforms into a refreshing, sweet aftertaste, like a pine forest after rain.

The light just happened to pass over the glazed plate, and the duck fat meandered into golden streams between the grooves of the letters, as if it were a liquid inscription of an ancient Roman feast that traveled through time and space, with the black truffle lying quietly in it as the final touch of genius.

Chihaya Aine moved the knife and fork in her hands and slowly cut off a piece of fat duck liver.

The duck liver shimmered like molten gold from the setting sun, its skin brittle and caramelized by the intense heat. Glistening fat oozed from the fine cracks, like golden honey oozing from the cracks of a glacier. The moment the knife pierced, the runny liver inside slid down like a silken curtain, emitting a lingering aroma of heat mingled with brandy and black truffles.

The first layer is the sharp feeling of the surface sea salt grains exploding on the tip of the tongue, followed by the rich and fatty aroma that wraps the taste buds like velvet, and finally the aftertaste of raisins soaked in botrytis cider rising in the throat - the chef crushes the dried fruits into fine sand and spreads it on the bottom of the plate, and the residual heat of the duck liver turns it into a miniature wine cellar. Every drop of juice contains amber swirls of Tokaji sweet wine, which complements the fruit pulp filled in the duck liver.

When the teeth break through the crispy barrier, the warm liver fat and cold jelly create a storm of ice and fire in the mouth, and the falling debris makes a clear sound like chimes on the porcelain plate.

Frozen fig leaves cover the lips, and the duck liver steam condensed on the back of the leaves is revived by body temperature, mixed with perilla pollen in the nasal cavity to reconstruct the following scene: a French manor in the early morning of late autumn, morning dew is dripping from the wings of ducks full of grapes, seeping into the texture of livers waiting to mature.

The trace amount of fat remaining between the fork tines reveals an incredible iridescence in the moonlight - this is precisely the chef's secret: the ducks are fed a feed mixed with macadamia petals and macadamia nuts every day, so that their livers have a natural flow of sunset color.

"60 points!"

Chihaya Aine gave a very high evaluation to this duck liver dish.

The deliciousness of this dish was unquestionable. In addition to Wakaba Mutsu and Toyokawa Shoko, even Nagasaki Suyo, who was not in the mood to eat, was savoring the aroma in her mouth.

After enjoying the main course, the next thing to taste is naturally the salad.

After receiving permission, the hotel manager and waiter wheeled over a beechwood wheel, its twelve compartments each containing olive oil crystals from different vintages. As it spun, sunlight filtered through the glass bottles, casting the oil droplets like a sundial on the table. The moment the 1987 single-estate oil was selected, the waiter flicked his wrist, and the amber liquid traced a parabola in the air, drizzling precisely onto the mountain of vegetables awaiting their coronation.

In a glass bowl, kale, freshly flown in from an Icelandic greenhouse, curls around its edges like emerald waves, and crystals of salt, condensed from morning dew, shimmer between its folds. A fingernail's lemon popping beads, like pink caviar, punctuate the folds. A light pressure from a fingernail unleashes a miniature tsunami of fresh, finger-lime fragrance, instantly awakening dormant taste buds.

Avocado slices were carved into translucent marble patterns, concealing layers of burrata cheese, frozen in liquid nitrogen. As the fork pierced the green hillside, a cold mist, swirling with black truffle honey, spiraled upward, forming a fleeting rainbow nebula at the bowl's edge before drizzling back onto the chicory throne, covered in edible gold leaf.

The charcoal-grilled maitake roots retain the memory of moist forest soil, their torn fibers oozing a juice mixed with sherry vinegar, creating a life-like pattern across the bottom of the plate. Pomegranate seeds buried within suddenly burst, their acidity piercing the rich, cheesy clouds like an electric current, startling a flock of canaries transformed from saffron stamens.

Chihaya Aine did not give a score to this salad, but it was Nagasaki Suyo, who usually prefers to eat grass, who showed off.

Along with the salad came desserts, which were what Chihaya Aine was really aiming for.

Seven layers of caramel-colored geometric shapes hover above a gilded plate. These are molecularly thinned puff pastry. Each layer is 0.3mm apart, and between them flows a swirl of liquid nitrogen-frozen vanilla pod frost, creating a resonant sound like shattering church glass when a knife and fork touch. The base is a single block of cast caramel amber, enclosing a slowly swirling vortex of vanilla syrup.

When the fork pierces the top layer of iridescent sugar, the rose and lychee gel hidden within suddenly collapses, releasing an explosion of flavor shrouded in a cool mist of elderflower. The second layer of hazelnut mousse unexpectedly contains magnetic particles. As they melt with the warmth of your mouth, the metallic shards perform a tap dance on your tongue, grinding the bittersweet layers into a velvety galaxy.

The chocolate lava ball at its core is disguised as fragments of a marble sculpture. The moment your teeth break through the white chocolate shell, 62% Venezuelan cocoa pulp coated in charcoal-roasted orange zest gushes forth. Just as it threatens to spiral out of control, it's stopped by a matrix of mint ice crystals lurking at the base. The mist rising from the clash of hot and cold creates the afterimage of a miniature volcanic eruption on your retina.

The meal wasn't accompanied by ice cream, but rather a yogurt sorbet smoked with shavings from century-old oak barrels. Each spoonful swirled with the scent of forest mist and spores from aged wine cellars, creating an eerie harmony between lips and teeth and the remains of the dessert—as if swallowing the four seasons of a French estate over a century.

When the last bite disappears in the throat, the plate suddenly reveals the hidden enamel burning pattern: the syrup residue flows along the floral totem and condenses into caramel slices that can be broken off.

"65 points!"

Chihaya Aine gave an unprecedentedly high score. If the molecular cuisine at the beginning made her a little concerned about her identity as a chef, then this dish that used molecular cuisine technology made her realize that even if there really was an alien behind this dish, then the other party must be an alien who knows a lot about French cuisine.

For Toyokawa Shoko, who had already worked as a newspaper seller and customer service representative, the dessert in front of her was obviously more to her liking than the previous salad.

Shoko Toyokawa was already devouring the dessert in front of her crazily. After she finished eating, she licked her lips with satisfaction.

In the end, Ruoye Mu moved the dessert, which he had only taken a bite or two of, in front of Toyokawa Shoko, on the grounds that he had to strictly control his calorie intake for ballet class.

"Really? Mu."

Shoko Toyokawa looked at the desserts in front of her, which were almost the same as when they first appeared, and she swallowed her saliva.

"Xiang, you eat...if I'm caught secretly taking in too many calories."

After saying this, Ruoye Mu suddenly closed his mouth and said nothing.

"Mu..."

With the idea of ​​thinking about the other half of her body, Wakaba Mutsu, Toyokawa Shoko started the war against the iron product in front of her.

As for Nagasaki Suyo, who usually prefers to eat grass, she still fell in love with the dessert in front of her. After all, no matter what, she is still a high school girl at heart, and even a freshman in high school.

"I was a little worried that the owner or chef of this restaurant might be a dangerous alien, but after eating these dishes, even if the owner or chef of this restaurant is an alien, he is just an alien who likes to cook."

Chihaya Aine first closed her eyes, and when she revealed her gray eyes again, she uttered these words.

PS: Don’t continue feeding Xiang tonight

Volume 1: Chapter 176: Metron

However, Chihaya Aine's words made Nagasaki Motoyo's hands suddenly stop.

"What? What aliens?"

Nagasaki Suyo, who had originally planned to use the meal to ease the atmosphere in the box, could no longer hold back after hearing what Chihaya Aine said.

"Uh, sorry, sorry, I forgot you came later, soyorin, and you don't know what we discovered before you came."

Chihaya Aine quickly stood up and walked to the gray wall. While triggering the mechanism of the gray wall with her hand, she explained to Nagasaki Motoyo what everyone had just discovered.

"So after you discovered that aliens might be behind this hotel, you still calmly sit here and eat while waiting for me to come?"

Nagasaki Suyo felt like her head was about to split open. The previous experiences made her heart

I don't have a good impression of aliens.

"Man, man, when these dishes were served, Xiangzi and I checked them with Ultraman Telekinesis, so you can eat them without worry!"

After saying this, Chihaya Aine gave Nagasaki Suyo a thumbs up.

Toyokawa Shoko nodded to indicate that Chihaya Aine was right. Seeing this, Wakaba Mu raised his hand and put a bite of dessert into his mouth, expressing his support for Toyokawa Shoko's attitude.

"You, I..."