Persona: Devil Summoner

By the way, although Jiang Tianwei said that he needed Mr. Kawakami’s abilities, he was not talking about “cooking abilities”, but…massage abilities.

That was a super massage that could help Jiang Tianwei, who was exhausted after returning from the Impression Space, regain his energy from the brink of death! What is a professional?

Niijima's real massage can only be described as rubbing vigorously, which is not a massage at all. People who really understand massage need to learn about meridians and acupuncture points - at least this is how Chinese masseurs do it, I don't know how it is calculated in Japan. But it must be a similar concept, right?

Just like Indian yoga does not have the concept of acupuncture points, but has chakras, a special way of dividing the human body. In the era when science was not yet popular, different countries often had different methods and terms for deconstructing the human body and nature.

Presumably, this is also the case for Kawakami Sadyo, a massage expert. She has received professional training and knows where to stimulate people to regain their vitality.

Shinjima was learning seriously. She already knew that she was not suitable for cooking, so she might as well do something within her ability.

Adults often have their own things and arrangements, so they generally come later than students.

Starting with Mr. Kawakami, adults came one after another.

Judging from her age, Ying Ying should be one of the young people, but she had her own family affairs to deal with, so she came much later. She still carried the guitar that Jiang Tianwei almost forced her to sell. After she came, she put the guitar aside and asked, "I have never cooked before. What should I cook first?"

After all, she was trained by the underworld as a young master. Have you ever seen a young master of the underworld who spends all day in the kitchen? Jiang Tianwei recalled the miserable state of the students who had never cooked in the first half, and he said calmly: "Please play a background music for us. Just like the bard in the game giving us a buff."

"I see."

Sakurano Ei said as she opened her guitar bag, sat on the sofa with her guitar in her arms, tested the sound briefly, and began to play. Her playing skills cannot be said to be very good, but one can tell that she has tried hard. The band-aids wrapped around her fingers are enough to show how long she has been practicing. By the way, guitars have picks, and even if you don't use a pick, you mainly play with your fingernails. This shows how important it is to have a good teacher, and it is difficult to become a self-taught person in reality.

Wu Jianmiao sat silently on the sofa, her legs wrapped in black stockings folded into a beautiful arc. She supported her chin with one hand, and her proud red lips revealed a hint of resentment.

Although she didn't like cooking very much, she hated being excluded even more. So she was of course ready to join in the lively dumpling-making session, but Jiang Tianwei gave up on teaching her.

She couldn't understand.

As a medical worker, or as a scientific worker, she just wants to seriously figure out how the so-called authentic Chinese dumplings are made.

I just took out a scale to ask him how many grams of flour should be sprinkled on a dumpling wrapper, and took out a protractor to ask about the curvature of the dumpling's shape, and also asked whether the dumpling wrapper should be put together with glue or sewn with thread. As a result, Jiang Tianwei firmly excluded me.

Perhaps because he could see that Wu Jianmiao was not very happy, Jiang Tianwei had to take time to come over and comfort her: "I think, Doctor Wu Jian, you should have more important things to do - look, this leg of Master Liu, right?"

Wu Jianmiao looked at the patient care team here, then thought about his own job, and had to shift his attention there.

Seeing that she gave up making dumplings, Jiang Tianwei breathed a sigh of relief and thought: This is making dumplings, not doing a scientific research report, who would understand what you are talking about!!!

As if hearing his inner thoughts, he heard a voice suddenly rang out beside him: "Here, the Togo army is completely completed - merge with the endless white and chaos, and gather under my command again!"

This time, it was really [Who understands this! ] Jiang Tianwei didn't understand what this meant at all!

It goes without saying that the only person who would say something like this is Togo Ichi-San.

This shogi idol had an interview today and rushed over after finishing the interview.

She had a bad habit, that is, once she focused too much on something, she would start fantasizing involuntarily. Originally, Jiang Tianwei thought that her problem only applied to shogi. After all, it was understandable that you would imagine shogi as actual soldiers - but, making dumplings, too?!

Jiang Tianwei leaned over to take a look and saw several ordinary dumplings in front of Dongxiang Yiersan. Like every novice's dumplings, they were big and small, long and round, flat and inverted. So, she arranged them like chess pieces. The big ones were the king, the long ones were the knight and the chariot, and the flat ones were the angles... She actually used dumplings to set up chess pieces? !

Jiang Tianwei patted her shoulder, and she came back to her senses. She noticed that she had lost her composure, and her face flushed a little: "Sorry, I was not paying attention..."

"It's okay! You're doing great! Keep it up! I'm rooting for you!"

Jiang Tianwei almost burst into tears... This is a rare talent who can make dumplings well! Let her say weird things! She has the qualifications!

"Well! We can't lose either! Sumire! Come on! Show him some color!"

It seemed that Jiang Tianwei's small gesture of patting her on the shoulder had aroused her fighting spirit. Fang Zexia, who came last, was like those passionate characters in animations, with hot air bursting out of her body, cheering Fang Zejin.

Sumire Yoshizawa is good at cooking, but she is not very good at seasoning. Although the food she makes is very healthy, the taste is...

But today's dumpling filling was prepared by Master Liu and does not require seasoning. At this time, her cooking skills can be perfectly demonstrated, which is what Jiang Tianwei originally thought.

However... Jiang Tianwei overlooked one thing.

There is a Chinese proverb that goes, "One bad apple spoils the whole barrel."

If it was just Sumire Yoshizawa, then today's dumpling-making contest would undoubtedly be won by Sumire Yoshizawa. But with her sister...

"Let's make super perfect dumplings!"

Fang Zexia didn't know what she was fighting against anymore, and she urged Fang Zejin to keep putting various fillings into the dumpling skins, some pork here, some mutton there, and of course shrimps, and of course fried eggs and leeks... Let's put it this way, as long as it was a filling on the table, a little bit of everything would be added.

It's easy to imagine... If you put too much stuffing in dumplings, they won't fit together! Isn't this just like how many steps it takes to put an elephant in a refrigerator?

So, Yoshizawa Sumire clenched her hands, but no matter what she did, the dumpling skin just couldn't be closed, and it looked like a small volcano.

Jiang Tianwei took a look and nodded approvingly: "This is a really good steamed bun."

"Oh! Thank you for the compliment, senior. I will keep working hard!"

Fang Zejin didn't understand the sarcasm in Jiang Tianwei's words at all, and thought he was praising her. She raised her little pink fist and said "oh". Just as she was about to continue mass-producing the siu mai that she called dumplings, Jiang Tianwei quickly stopped her.

"Jin, listen to me, you have to be a woman with your own opinions, and don't always be influenced by your sister. Believe that you are right!"

Jiang Tianwei grabbed her hand and spoke word by word. Fang Zejin felt her heart skip a beat, and a warm current came from the wrist he held, making her feel comfortable all over.

"Haha, you are really worthy of me."

Bai Zhongzhidou said something ambiguous. No one knew what she was sighing about. Jiang Tianwei didn't have time to guess what she was thinking. He only cared about one thing now: whether we could throw these dumplings into the pot and cook them before dark.

He glanced at the chopping board in front of Bai Zhong Zhidou... Unexpectedly, there were already dozens of snow-white dumplings in front of Bai Zhong Zhidou. The workmanship was quite delicate and it seemed that the craftsmanship was quite good.

"What a surprise! I thought you didn't know how to make it..."

"Oh, I certainly can't."

Bai Zhongzhidou smiled, and at the same time, she raised the things in her hand: "However, as a detective, advance preparation is very important. After I knew your embarrassment, I went to prepare things, which is why I came late."

Jiang Tianwei looked at what was in her hand. It was a plastic box that was a bit like a denture. It could be used with one hand. Put the dumpling skin in the middle, then put the fillings on it, and then close it. Wow, a dumpling was ready!

Jiang Tianwei didn't know what the scientific name of this thing was. In China, this thing was nicknamed "Dumpling Making Artifact". As the name suggests, it was a thing made by a group of people who didn't know how to make dumplings.

Although this thing can be used to make dumplings quickly and well, some people believe that dumplings made with this thing are soulless.

But now is not the time to worry about means!

Jiang Tianwei nodded: "Very good! Just keep going with this momentum! You are worthy of being the great detective!"

It seems that making dumplings is gradually getting on track.

Jiang Tianwei thought so...

But, here comes the problem...

"So, the pot is boiling, should we put the dumplings in now?"

This is Ryuji Sakamoto.

"Should we put the pot in cold water? Is it okay to boil water now?"

This is An Takamaki.

"Anyway, how about adding a little surprise into it? Like, sprinkle a handful of salt in the water or something?"

This is Amamiya Ren.

"Although you have bad intentions, what you said is surprisingly correct. We should really sprinkle salt in the water..."

This is Jiang Tianwei.

Yes, after making the dumplings, you still have to cook them?

"[Ouch, look at you guys, you destroyed my kitchen...]"

Suddenly, a professional speaking authentic Chinese slowly joined the battle like the final boss.

Master Liu finally regained his mobility temporarily thanks to Mr. Kawakami's massage!

Then, I watched the old chef demonstrate his superb skills that were comparable to a cooking show, and he made all the different kinds of dumplings he had promised to make.

What Jiang Tianwei and his ten companions worked on for nearly two hours, Master Liu finished in less than half an hour.

Then it was easy to cook the dumplings. This time, I could ask Shinjima Makoto and Takemi Tadashi to do it. I just needed to tell them when to put the dumplings in the pot and when to add water. I didn't have to worry about them overcooking them.

Soon, plates of white dumplings were brought to the table. Because there were not enough tables, people ate on the sofa, chairs, beds, or some people simply ate standing in the kitchen at the cooking table.

If this is a composition for a Chinese class, the conclusion should be written like this:

Everyone ate the dumplings they made by themselves, and they just felt that the dumplings they made by themselves were delicious. Today's dumplings meal taught me a lot: I have a deeper understanding of the poem "Who knows that the food on the plate is hard-earned", and everyone has become more determined to be a good young man with ideas, connotation and morality in the new century, to contribute to the prosperity of the motherland, and to become a useful talent for the country and society in the future!

Unfortunately, reality is not like composition. At this moment, Jiang Tianwei was eating the nearly perfect dumplings made by Master Liu, his eyes moistened, and he secretly swore in his heart: ([I will never make dumplings with foreigners again in my life!])

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 373 Have you seen a black “carrier pigeon”?

Togo Ichi-san likes shogi.

This is beyond doubt. If you don’t like it, you won’t choose to be a chess player.

It is difficult to make a living from a hobby, let alone playing chess, where no one can guarantee that they can beat their opponent. This kind of competitive game is not static, and it tests not only one's own ability, but also the state of the time and the state of the opponent.

A chess player with a mediocre record may suddenly get inspiration one day and make some brilliant moves. A shogi master may also suffer from insomnia and stay up late one day, and his brain may not work well, revealing his mistakes.

Moreover, although it is not often mentioned, Japan is also a country with a hidden tradition of discrimination against women. Many professions have this idea of ​​male superiority and female inferiority, and chess players happen to be such a profession.

If there are two chess players of the same level, one male and one female, the male will definitely have more chances to become a professional chess player, while the female will have to work harder.

In the past, Togo Ichiro's world only consisted of shogi, and she could stay in her room alone all day.

But now, staying in the room, she couldn't help but think about some worldly things... For example, the Chinese student she met in the church before, when he explained the rules of chess to her, he unconsciously told her some Chinese stories. And the art student from the same school, I remember his name was Kitagawa, he would calmly get angry at his mother. And the priest...

As Togo Ichiraku thought so, his eyes involuntarily glanced towards the door on the side.

This is her bedroom door, now locked from the outside.

Ever since my mother was scolded by Jiang Tianwei, Kitagawa Yusuke and the priest in the church, my mother has expressly forbade me to go to church again.

But, what happened later... Everyone knows that despite the risk of being scolded by his mother, Dongxiang Yi Er San secretly went to church a few more times. However, there is no wall that is impenetrable, and soon, Yi Er San's little rebellion was discovered by his mother.

So, it became like this.

Togo Ichiraku was locked in his bedroom.

The Guangxing Middle School where she studied is a famous art high school, which attaches the greatest importance to students' various professional courses.

After all, for singers, movie stars, chess players or any other artistes, what matters more is their attainments in singing, acting and chess rather than their academic performance.

Otherwise, it would be too funny if there was a singer who had perfect scores in politics, history and geography, and was well-versed in mathematics, physics and chemistry, but who could not sing and was tone-deaf.

Because of this teaching purpose, Ichiraku's mother gave the school reasons such as "Togo Ichiraku has a game that she must win, and she needs to concentrate on practicing shogi skills during this time." The school readily approved her request to take a leave of absence.

After all, summer vacation is coming soon, and the school is clear: instead of forcing a chess player to take an exam, it is better to let her play a glorious game. When she wins, everyone will definitely notice that she is a student of Guangxing Middle School during the interview! This is free advertising!

As a result, Togo Ichiro is now "out of touch". Her cell phone was confiscated and she was deprived of the right to go out. As compensation, Togo Ichiro's mother bought her a lot of shogi books, including endgame records, some very basic books on how to get started, and some autobiographies or new insights of famous shogi players, highlighting a variety of things that are flourishing.

This is mainly because although Ichi-Ni-San is a good shogi player, her mother is not. Although genetics can pass on some strange things from parents to offspring, shogi is obviously not one of them. Although Ichi-Ni-San's mother knew that her daughter liked shogi, she didn't know what kind of books a player of her level needed, so she could only buy anything related to shogi that she saw.

(A bit... boring...)

Togo Ichiraku stood up from the chessboard. She had forgotten how long she had been kneeling there. Her calves were a little sore and numb. She lay down on the bed, leaving the unfinished game unfinished.

Sometimes, it's like this, it's not the situation itself that has changed, but a little bit of the premise has changed.

Although he was still studying the game of chess, Togo Ichiraku stayed in one place on his own initiative and did not move for several hours, which was different from being forced to stay in one place and do not move for several hours. Although the final result was no different, it just made people feel different.

In the past, whenever she sat in front of the chessboard, she would enter the world of shogi, transforming herself into the king of a country and commanding thousands of troops to fight happily, but now, she couldn't concentrate at all.

Her mother's feelings for her really made her feel a little heavy.

Snapped.

Just as she was lying in bed, feeling that everything was stained with a hazy gray, she suddenly heard a slight sound coming from her window, as if something was knocking on her glass.

Snapped.

The crisp knocking sounds rang out again.

Dongxiang Yiersan climbed up curiously and went to the window where the sound came from. Through the transparent glass, he saw a dark crow landing in front of his window. Looking at its feathers that were almost metallic in luster and the three blood-red magatama hanging on its chest, he guessed it was a domesticated crow, right?

"I have heard of using white pigeons to send messages, but how about crows?"

Togo Ichiraku tilted his head cutely, leaving a translucent shadow on the glass.

There is a saying that crows are actually very intelligent and have a strong desire for revenge. It is said that on the streets of Tokyo, you can provoke stray dogs and kick stray cats, but if a crow bears a grudge against you, you will be in big trouble!

As if confirming One, Two, San's confusion through the glass, the crow tilted its head at her first, and then poked the glass again, making a crisp sound.

Yi Er San suddenly remembered that in ancient times, people used carrier pigeons to transmit information. She took a closer look at the crow's feet and sure enough, there was a piece of paper tied to it.

(Is it a letter for me? What a clever bird...)

She opened the window.