Tokyo Sound

"I insist on watching "25 o'clock Night World" every week, without missing a single episode," Yin Ze said modestly.

"Oh." Sakura Ayane no longer complains as much as she did before.

The whistle continued to blow.

Housewives were carrying baskets of vegetables, anxious to go home and cook dinner. Company employees untied their ties to make breathing easier, and joined together, moving from the sober workplace to the social scene of wine and meat. The boys from the soccer club, who had just finished a friendly match, went to a dinner party to celebrate their victory. Unexpectedly, someone persuaded the manager to come over, and the boys cheered.

The two of them also blended into the evening's crowd and were forced to get very close to each other.

red light.

The cars waited patiently, they followed the crowd across the zebra crossing, met people across the street, and passed by each other.

Green light.

Fashionable men on motorcycles are always there. The sound of tires scraping the ground is a little harsh, the motorcycle engine is roaring, and the 80MPH spokesperson is speeding through the streets and alleys at lightning speed. In these few seconds, he is the most eye-catching guy and perfectly receives the disgusted and contemptuous looks of the crowd.

The man gently pulled the girl's sleeve without saying a word, and gestured for her to walk to the inside. He then turned a few steps and walked to the outside of the street closer to the road.

In her impression, the bank card man, the pillar of the family, and the old father also had such behavior, the girl thought silently.

The man casually took out his cell phone to check messages, and walked slowly with steps narrower than those of an adult male.

The traffic was busy, and the orange light of dusk was flowing on the metal bodies and glass windows of the buildings, a sunset scene, flickering and shaking. There was no more blurry morning light kissed by the morning mist, and the restlessness of the high sun at noon was cooled. The shadows in the evening were real and clear, and the interlacing revealed the tranquility and lively vitality before the night fell. How could modern cities stop people's enthusiasm for life just because the evening came? The free neon street lights burned silently, slowly merging into a sea of ​​out-of-focus light.

"What do you want to eat later?" Sakura Ayane asked.

"Whatever, I'm fine with it." Yin Ze was busy forwarding a set of photographic works and completing his daily routine.

"How about some curry?" the girl suggested.

"I don't really like curry." The man shook his head.

"Then what do you want to eat?" the girl asked again.

"Whatever, I can do it."

Sakura Ayane stared at this person for a few seconds, then spoke in an undeniable tone, "——Come with me."

Neither of them was a casual person who cared about the style of the meal. Usually, after leaving the video game arcade after a night of intense fighting, they would tacitly go to the nearest ramen shop to solve the problem. The portion was large and the taste was good, and the second piece of barbecued pork was half price. There was no reason to go to the trouble. Of course, Yin Ze still felt at first that it would be stingy to take girls to eat ramen every time, but over time, the atmosphere of their video game arcade was getting closer and closer to that of roommates and brothers who played games all night in the Internet cafe. Every time they went to the noodle shop, before they even sat down, Sakura would slap her thigh and couldn't wait to replay the game, either to take credit or to blame.

So gradually, Yin Ze stopped thinking about those scenes and things that had no nutritional value.

But today the girl seemed to have her own ideas. It was not known whether it was a sudden impulse or a plan in advance. In any case, they had passed by many ramen restaurants and ordinary restaurants, but did not go in.

After walking for about 20 minutes, we finally stopped in front of a restaurant. The decoration was clean, the storefront was spacious, the customer flow was pleasant, the waiters were busy and neatly dressed, and there was a petty bourgeoisie atmosphere from inside to outside. The atmosphere was so elegant that it could not be compared with the alley noodle restaurant where the smell of stoves could drift from the kitchen to the front hall.

Master Yin has seen the world, and has visited all the most expensive restaurants through online video. He was not surprised at all. What really made him exclaim was the sign at the entrance of the restaurant. A high school boy with no money, no property and no money and a mysterious girl from urban legend stood back to back, making a V sign to passers-by, smiling forever to attract customers. Occasionally, someone would go up to take a photo with the life-size paper man, which further refined the cute pig flavor in the circle of friends.

"It's interesting that there can be a collaboration this time." Yin Ze commented.

"I originally wanted to bring Hidaka-chan here." said Sakura Ayane.

"That's very thoughtful. I, as the host, didn't even know about this activity. You came here well prepared today." Yin Ze teased.

"Of course I have to think carefully about it since it's my first time hanging out with her." Sakura Ayane said as a matter of course.

Not bad.

very good.

Yin Ze couldn't help but recall the process, beginning and end of their first time hanging out. In the end, he sadly discovered that even though they had been working together for a long time, the only thing he remembered was the sounds of the pixel-style horizontal fighting characters fighting each other. He had to look up more details through the Corridor of Life.

The two entered the store, and because of the hot business, they had to find a secluded seat. As for ordering, since they were here, they naturally wanted to try the joint meal, a "Denpa Rice that Just Wants to Live an Ordinary Life" and a "Dream Eater's Treasure Storage Food with More Quantity and No Price Increase".

No matter how long and fancy the names of the dishes are, once they are served, take a closer look. Isn't it just Indian masala curry chicken rice and Thai spicy shrimp rice? At most, the tableware, plates and tablecloths are printed with cartoon characters, and two glasses of freshly squeezed juice are given in the same color as the characters, but they dare to sell them for 1400 yen per serving.

Wow, there won’t be that many people willing to pay for it, right?

Yin Ze looked at the almost full restaurant and silently lowered his head to eat. The end of the spoon was also designed with Fujigen Hai, the Q version of the character he voiced. According to the setting of the linkage, these foods are the favorites of the characters. However, the voice actor and the character cannot be generalized. For example, he himself is not a fan of curry.

However, apart from these factors, the two dishes on the table are indeed authentic Indian and Thai flavors, which are not easy to find in ordinary restaurants. It is well known that the Japanese have unique food preferences and advanced creative concepts. Compared with the American General Tso's Chicken and Lee Tsung Tang's Chowder, they are more cutting-edge and imaginative. Strawberry hot pot and juice mapo tofu are just the tip of the iceberg of Japanese food. Among them, the milky Japanese curry is even more praised. Over the years, it has become a classic dish that cannot be avoided on every household table.

Yin Ze used a spoon to cut the shrimp meat, mixed the rice and red curry juice, and put the spoon into his mouth. Thai curry is sour and spicy, with coconut milk and fish sauce, and the perfect combination with seafood stimulates the taste buds, and the lips suddenly turn bright red, and the spiciness causes a slight pain.

What a great non-local style, the Sichuan and Chongqing soul inside the man is cheering.

"It tastes pretty good." Yin Ze said while eating.

"...Well, yes, yes." Sakura Ayane answered vaguely with the rice in her mouth.

"Your dish smells pretty good." Yin Ze said.

Unlike my dish, Indian curry is strong and spicy, with various spices colliding and exploding with each other, creating a very rich flavor. It is definitely worthy of the reputation of the birthplace of curry, and its warmth can make people forget the Georgian winter.

Sakura ate politely, taking a small spoonful of food at a time. Even so, her face turned red and she kept sticking out her tongue and hissing hot air.

I guess you were overwhelmed by the authentic curry flavor that is different from that in Japan?

……

"Hello, I want two combo meals." A heavy-set man stood at the front desk and took orders.

"How many people would you like? There may not be enough seats right now," said the waiter.

"It's okay, I only have one." The bear man asked again, "By the way, can you please give me the meal discount as well?"

"Uh, according to the rules, you need to say the slogan before..." the waiter explained.

"The dream is the continuation of me, and you are the end of the dream!!" The good man spoke without hesitation, without any hesitation, with clear articulation and intonation. People nearby looked at him.

"That's right. This is your special gift and number plate. Please keep them and the food will be delivered to you later." The waiter was full of admiration and handed over two exquisitely packaged handbags full of food.

"Thank you." The bear-like man took it and left with dignity.

But having said that, I really didn't expect that this activity would be quite popular.

He first put the gift into his backpack carefully before looking for a seat.

His sturdy body moved nimbly between the seats.

suddenly.

Tsuchiya Hongliang's steps paused. He stopped, and after a few seconds of struggle between his conscience and his desires, he slowly turned his head, his eyes passing over many people, and finally locked onto a corner by a window somewhere.

My breathing became rapid.

Chapter 116: Is it good or bad to grow up?

"Chinese food is about color, aroma and taste. Curry sometimes doesn't look good, especially when it's mixed by hand and then grabbed. It's not bluffing and doesn't welcome any members of the appearance association, but it is a great enjoyment for those who value taste above all else. Did you know that although the cooking skills of British brothers have always been complained about, and cooking always inadvertently reveals an inherent dark quality, this country is called the second home of 'curry'?"

"Didn't you say you don't like curry?"

"Compared to the green pepper and shredded pork rice, it is true."

"British brothers? You still have British friends?"

"No, this is just a name I give to you from the perspective of the greater good of a community with a shared future for mankind. I do have a wife, her name is Altria."

When it comes to eating, it's not enough to just eat. You have to chat and make some analysis on the current world situation.

"After the end of colonial rule, they also brought back Indian cooking habits to Great Britain. In the 20th century, due to the long-term blockade of Britain during the two world wars, frugality was advocated locally, so housewives made delicious curry with leftover Indian roast chicken. This dish is very popular among the people. The British Foreign Minister once said that curry chicken is their national dish."

Yin Ze talked about these useless anecdotes while eating.

"This cabbage is shredded nicely. Traditional Japanese chefs start their knife skills training by shredding cabbage. When the shreds reach a certain fineness, even without any ingredients, you can still taste the crisp texture and slightly sweet and refreshing taste. This should be one of the favorite side dishes for vegetarians and people who want to lose weight. I see that you seem to be gaining weight recently, so you might as well make a note of this."

"Oh, thank you." Sakura Ayane responded coldly, then put down the spoon again, picked up the cup to drink water. Not long after she started eating, her water was almost empty.

"Are you so thirsty?" Seeing this, Yin Ze simply gave his untouched glass of juice to the other person.

"...It's okay." Sakura Ayane raised the spoon again, but did not take the next step. Her expression was quite bitter, as if she was suffering great suffering and torture.

"Why are your lips and orbicularis oris muscle so red?" The man stared at it carefully and was stunned.

Isn't it? It's like applying Givenchy's rebellious red lipstick around the mouth, just like those unlucky little people who ate ghost peppers in American animations. Under the glow of the chandelier, the redness and swelling seem to be shining.

"No, you're seeing things." The girl hung her face but still forced a smile.

"...I'm not blind, your lips are swollen." Yin Ze was speechless for a moment, "My dear lady, you are so spicy, why are you still eating? You should have said something wrong when you took the first bite. Come on, let's change to something else."

"You're talking about me, but you're no different?" Sakura Ayane retorted.

"What do you mean the same as you?" Yin Ze was puzzled.

"Look for yourself." Sakura Ayane is not an ordinary girl, so she naturally would not carry a prop of unknown meaning like a small mirror with her. She took out her mobile phone, used the smooth high-end screen as a mirror, and held it horizontally.

The man naturally saw a handsome face that was chiseled with a knife and an axe. The facial features were still as delicate and moving. However, at this moment, the perfect lip shape that seemed to be carved by a master's hand had changed - it was swollen.

The two looked at each other in silence, then turned their heads in tacit understanding to look at the side glass. Under the dim lights, they could clearly see two pairs of sausage-like mouths with their eyes wide open, not blinking, on the glass surface that reflected car lights, delicious food, and various human figures.

Sakura Ayane couldn't hold it in for a moment and burst out laughing, then because the corners of her mouth were burning, she quickly picked up a cold cup of water to cool it down.

The man didn't find it funny, just a little sad. For him, who used to play finger-guessing games and drink hot pot soup, this little bit of spiciness was just like the bite of a mosquito. Even the deep and lonely soul from Shu felt that it was far from enough. Just like this, he could not get 100% satisfaction.

But this body was eventually corrupted by years of bland diet, making it so weak. Now it was awakened by the girl's move, the Internet speed was reconnected, and the pain that had been delayed for a long time began to emerge clearly.

The power of a meal can be so great.

So that's it. Is this the pain of chili pepper? This is the first time I've felt it.

The man snorted lightly, not caring at all. He continued stirring, allowing the steaming rice grains to be coated with more curry liquid. He took a full spoonful and ate it happily.

Seeing how aggressive he was, the girl seemed unwilling to admit defeat. She tremblingly raised half a spoonful and put it into her mouth. Then her whole face twisted together, and she chewed at a speed ten times slower, swallowed with difficulty, and then curled up there motionless.

"If you can't bear it, don't force it. Don't drink the cold water. I'll get you a glass of warm water." Yin Ze persuaded.

"I can handle it. There's still so much left. It's such a waste." Sakura Ayane whispered, "My parents told me not to waste food."

"...I feel that, to you, this may not be called 'food', but a harmful substance." Yin Ze was embarrassed.

The girl's face was full of confusion. Perhaps she wanted to surrender, but she couldn't get over her kindness and couldn't do such an unscrupulous thing as throwing away the expensive food after eating only a few bites.

"Okay, you take a break, I'll take care of it." Yin Ze smiled when he saw her look, and leisurely reached out to drag over the plate of half-eaten masala curry chicken opposite, and started the Indian and Thai dual domination directly.

Sakura Ayane glanced at the guy who was sweating profusely, bloody and smiling with a mysterious pleasure, and rested on the table in silence. After a while, she said like a mosquito, "Am I very childish?"

"Strictly speaking, you are still more mature than kindergarten and elementary school students." Yin Ze frowned and thought, and answered very seriously.

The girl wanted to argue angrily, but when she looked up, she saw someone fighting on two fronts. The words were about to come out of her mouth, but she softened in an instant, "...Actually, if you really can't eat it, you can just throw it away, right?"

"Every grain of rice on the plate is the product of hard work. Your parents are right. Wasting food is really a bad thing." The man said calmly. Facing two completely different flavors and spiciness, the unsatisfied soul finally began to feel right.

"But some correct principles don't actually need to be followed, right? And no one will have the leisure to question or criticize us." The girl said silently, with her hands folded and her chin resting on her head, just like she was lying on the desk during recess at school, quiet and well-behaved.

"What do you mean? Why are you suddenly talking about this?" Yin Ze was surprised.

"When we were little, we were told not to go barefoot, not to run red lights, not to cut in line, and to wash hands before eating... But when we grew up, all of these suddenly became irrelevant. Is it true that some teachings, even if they are correct, lose their effectiveness when placed in the adult world? Just like honesty, fairness, and kindness?" Sakura Ayane said softly, "Just like now, if you can't eat it, just throw it away. If you force yourself to eat it and end up with diarrhea, people will say you are stupid."

"This example is a bit forced. First, it is stupid to eat when you know it will cause diarrhea. Second, I will handle it cleanly and the incident will not exist." Yin Ze shrugged.

"Then I'll change to a more appropriate one." The girl paused.

"But it doesn't matter."

"I was the female lead in 'Dream Tapir Girl', but I turned it down because I wanted to fight for it myself." The girl said slowly, "In the end, I only got a passerby who matched my ability."

The man slowed down his movements a little after hearing this, a little surprised, "...Is there such a thing?"

"Do you think what I did is right?" asked Sakura Ayane.

"Rejecting inside information, pursuing justice, being free of greed and honest, is of course correct." Yin Ze nodded.

"Then do you think I'm stupid?" Sakura Ayane asked again.

"It's really stupid to let the duck meat fly away when it's right in your mouth." Yin Ze nodded deeply.

"My agent thinks so too," the girl whispered. "From your reactions, it seems like I'm the unreasonable, stubborn, childish kid."

"Do you regret it?" the man asked.

"…It may seem like I am being scornful when I say this, but I don't regret it. If I hadn't turned it down, Hidaka wouldn't have joined, and we wouldn't have had any contact and wouldn't have been friends." The girl thought for a moment, then said, "I tried really hard today. I just wanted her to feel that coming here wasn't a waste of time."

"That's strange. Why would you choose a place like a video game arcade when you asked her out to play?" Yin Ze was puzzled.

"This is the place I know best and where I find the most fun." Sakura Ayane opened her eyes wide.

"What about me? I'm the 'gift of the day'?" Yin Ze pointed at himself.

"When you contacted me, I had already told her in advance." The girl grabbed her hair in annoyance and glanced at him furtively, as if trying to figure out his mental state. "...You seem a little unhappy today. Is it because I only care about Hidaka?"

"Haha, of course not. How could I be so stingy?" the man said bluntly.

"It's really because it's her first time to go out and play, so I just want to recommend everything I think is fun to her. Today is really the most tiring day I've ever spent in the arcade. There are so many games, and I've never been so good at them." The girl hesitated, "Are you still a little angry?"

"Why would I be angry?" The man didn't understand.