Tokyo Sound

"Okay, let's make an appointment next time." Yin Ze didn't feel regretful, as he had to meet with the sound supervisor once a week anyway.

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving.

The old man fell into deep thought.

Chapter 8 Hydrangea

The sweet aroma blends well into the air. The store manager stands on the street, watering the flowers leisurely, stepping on the scent of cream. The young female clerk greets customers with a smile. The store is decorated with many bright trinkets, giving it a sparkling feeling. Sweet cakes, fluffy bread, rich milk and bitter coffee interweave into an invisible thread, entangled every passerby.

"This is the place you chose." Yin Ze said unexpectedly as he looked at the cranberry cheesecake and thick slices of bread placed between the two of them.

"Happiness is the taste of dessert." Uchida Maaya clasped her hands together, and said "Eat!" at lightning speed. She couldn't wait to reach out her spoon to scoop out a piece, destroying the geometric beauty of the equilateral triangle. "Besides, isn't it normal for girls to like sweets?"

"Life is not so sweet, but more of a bland touch of emotion." Yin Ze did not comment, "And Sir Isaac Newton once said that forces are mutual. Desserts satisfy the taste buds, but also bring fat."

"Is this how the formula works?" Uchida Maaya asked in confusion.

"Of course. Sometimes you want to punish your brother, and sometimes I want to punish your brother. It's equal replacement. You are me and I am you."

"..."

Although Yin Ze doesn't like sweets, he didn't resist. He also took out his fork and cut off a piece to taste. The texture was delicate and smooth, like ice cream, and there were some dried cranberries in it, which made the cake refreshing.

"How is it?" Uchida Maaya looked at him with interest.

"Aren't all sweet flavors the same?" Yin Ze shrugged. "As for spicy flavors, I can clearly distinguish between sweet and spicy, sour and spicy, pungent, fragrant and spicy, and spicy and hot..."

"I say - is the sweetness of fruit the same as that of ordinary sugar?" Uchida Masaya said seriously, "Strawberries taste sweeter than pineapples, but the sugar content of pineapples is not lower than that of strawberries..."

Then there is some weird knowledge like the difference between vegetable cream and fresh cream, the difference in melting points, the word cake comes from the Old Norse word kaka, the first people to make cakes were the Egyptians, and there is evidence of this from tomb murals.

"Is this your hobby?" Yin Ze asked as he grabbed a piece of bread.

"Yes, I usually like to watch cooking videos and think about some recipes. Desserts and snacks don't require many ingredients, and the process is relatively simple. If you follow the steps, the taste won't be too bad, and it's easy to get positive feedback and a sense of accomplishment." Uchida Maaya continued to dig the cake with a spoon. Her reaction to tasting delicious food was a traditional cute expression. She covered her mouth and stomped her feet lightly, and her eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.

"It can be said that this hobby is very helpful in increasing happiness in life," Yin Ze said with emotion.

"What are your interests?" the girl muttered.

"It's quite a mix. Games, movies, exciting music, appreciating art, daydreaming about the future, and watching traffic police speaking Sichuanese Mandarin catch and torture drivers who violate the rules [Note: referring to the "Tan Tan Traffic" program broadcast by Chengdu TV]..." The man frowned, "It seems to be all spiritual enjoyment. It turns out that I am a harmless existence with a bright and sunny moon."

"Not interested in cooking?" the girl asked again.

"Yes, I do. But I'm only interested in eating, not cooking. Sometimes I'm quite picky. To put it simply, I'm a cloud chef. Excuse me, I have some experience with East Asian cuisine." Yin Ze was proud. After all, he was a loyal fan of "A Bite of China". It's impossible for him to say that he had no interest in food. Don't you see that even the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" has to add a sentence about the quality of the meat when it comes to the weird things included. Some things have been engraved in the depths of the soul, such as farming, labor protection gloves, plastic stools, and three-color plastic cloth...

"It seems that you are not just boasting, but you really have the ability." Uchida Maaya said solemnly, "Then can I ask you to be my food tasting guest in the future?"

"Free meal? I have no objection...but I hope it's steamed, stir-fried, deep-fried or boiled dishes. I've tasted enough cookies and the like." Yin Ze touched his stomach and thought of the cookie gift pack from a junior senior. He felt his tongue dry and had the illusion of getting a sore throat.

"How do I carry it?" Uchida Maaya wondered.

"Can't we just put it in the thermos lunch box?" Yin Ze said naturally.

"It's easy for you to say that. Don't I usually have to carry several lunch boxes with me?"

"Put less on it. It's just a tasting, so just take a little of each."

After all, there is a chance of failure, so you don’t have to eat it all against your conscience if you bring less…

"I've already brought it, so it doesn't matter if it's more or less. Anyway, I make the lunch boxes for Yuuma to go to school, so I'm used to it." Uchida Maaya said, quietly raising her eyes, and added in a vague tone, "So it's really okay? I will really make it next time?"

"Go ahead and do it. How can I refuse such an advantage?" Yin Ze smiled mercenaryly. "It also saves me from buying rice balls. To be honest, I can't get used to eating them. It would be great if there was a Goubuli chain store."

"Then it's a deal. I'll bring a lunch box when I come to the set next week." Uchida Maaya coughed a few times. "First of all, do you have any favorite dishes?"

"Isn't this a food tasting? Why do you ask me to order?" Yin Ze was puzzled.

"I also need to understand your likes and dislikes first. For now, you're the only one trying the food, so of course I have to take good care of you. If you get sick or have a resistance to my food, how can subsequent work proceed smoothly?" explained Maaya Uchida.

"I see. How exquisite. It seems that you really have a passion to become a chef."

Yin Ze also became serious, sat upright, and told the story in detail.

"After many days of transformation, my body has returned to its original state. That is, I like heavy taste! I love Chinese Jianghu cuisine, such as rabbit with spicy peppers, boiled pork slices, frog fish head [Note: all Sichuan dishes], etc., but I can also accept sweet flavors like sweet and sour spare ribs, and even common dishes such as delicious chicken soup and boiled cabbage. I am not good at cold food, such as sashimi, sashimi, and even some sushi. Oh, braised dishes and mixed vermicelli are not among them. Pork elbows are too greasy and pig trotters are difficult to chew, but pig trotter soup is very refreshing, and braised shark fin is very delicious. It's also very comfortable. Since I was born in the inland, I don't like seafood, but I don't oppose it. The staple food I usually eat is rice and noodles. I accept fried rice or rice bowls. It would be great if I could have a spoonful of authentic chopped pepper or pickled vegetables. As for the raw egg rice you often make, I'm not used to it! For noodles, it's best to have a bowl of dry pea noodles. The main reason is that I haven't eaten it for a long time and I miss it. Alas, there are many authentic stores in Chinatown, but as time goes by, I have to try them all. It's a blessing to have you to add variables."

"——Which region's eating habits are these? They are so different from those of the general Japanese people!" Uchida Maaya felt a little dizzy after hearing this.

"Chinese cuisine." Yin Ze summed it up neatly.

"In my opinion, anything that is thrown into the pan and stir-fried can barely be called Chinese cuisine." Uchida Maaya hesitated.

"What?! How can you have such a shallow and twisted idea?" Yin Ze was shocked. "Food is the primary need of the people. How can the wisdom of thousands of years of food workers contain such prejudice?"

"Yes, that's it? Mapo tofu and Tianjin rice or something like that?" Uchida Maaya replied reluctantly.

"Sweet starchy soup?" Yin Ze shook his head in disdain. "It's just like General Tso's chicken or Li Hongzhang's offal. It's not worthy of being served in a formal restaurant."

"I'm a little confused. These are beyond the scope of my research..."

"It's a pity, but it doesn't matter. I don't have too high hopes. Ordinary home cooking will do. As long as there's no satanic product like strawberry mapo tofu [Note: a Japanese-Chinese dish], I don't mind." Yin Ze said reservedly, but the disappointment was still revealed in his words.

"No. Just repeat what you just said. I'll write it down and go back to look up the information and recipes." Uchida Maaya raised her eyebrows and took out a pen and paper from her small bag. She looked resolute and had a cold expression as if she was risking her status as a housekeeping expert. "When it comes to cooking, many things are common. I can definitely recreate the dishes you described."

"Ah? Is this possible?" Yin Ze was stunned.

"Of course!" Uchida Maaya nodded vigorously.

"No, didn't you say it was not within the scope of your research? You asked me to try out new ideas, but it turned out to be my personal custom chef. Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?" Yin Ze frowned.

"Is there any?"

"Yes, and the deviation from the topic is very intense."

"Yes, it must be your illusion." The girl took off the cap of the pen and failed to write down the various Sichuan dishes. Instead, she nervously turned the pen around the base of the pen, like an absent-minded student in the classroom. "You suddenly said a lot of things, and at the end you pretended to be contemptuous and said, 'I didn't have much hope anyway.' As a cooking enthusiast who diligently studies cooking in his spare time, of course I would be angry and upset."

"I see. Your respect for cooking far exceeds my expectations." Yin Ze sighed. "I've had the honor of tasting your stew before. It's great, with a long aftertaste and a good aftertaste. I'm taking advantage of being your taster, and it's really rude to make so many requests. How about this, you can do whatever you want. No matter what kind of lunch box it is, I will enjoy it with all my heart and give you detailed feedback."

"Let me do what I want?" the girl's tone became more serious.

"Yeah." The man nodded.

"Then, let's start with the 'Uchida Style' that I am best at. That being said, it's just the accumulation of daily cooking, and the taste is the same as at home. You seem to have a high opinion of my skills, but don't expect too much." The girl said again.

"I'll do whatever you say." Master Yin has always been open-minded.

"it is good."

Uchida Maaya smiled softly and lowered her head to dig into the cake. Full of sweetness.

After a slightly intense period of routine and agreement, the chat seemed to enter a halftime break.

Summer is always hot, making passers-by feel restless. But today it was very pleasant and comfortable, perhaps because of the drizzle last night. Unexpectedly, it was not boring, but a refreshing comfort. Bakeries did not put up parasols today, and customers were bathed in the soft and warm sunshine.

The girl ate most of the cranberry cheesecake. The man devoured the fluffy and delicious bread. He also drank bitter black coffee, which was somewhat in line with his style, simple and full of aftertaste. Maybe it was because of the full stomach and the leisurely afternoon, he half-closed his eyes and propped up his head, looking cute as if he had just woken up.

Passersby coming and going all have faint smiles on their cheeks, because of the good weather, the sweet cakes and milk, and the friends around them.

Uchida Maaya suddenly discovered something interesting.

There was a pair of young students, who seemed to have sneaked out during lunch break, and they gathered at the front desk to order something. They looked up at each other and smiled shyly at each other in tacit understanding. The boy seemed to be a little hesitant, but the girl occasionally said something in a long voice, which made the boy dare not look at the other's eyes. He tried to hold the girl's hand, but hesitated for a long time, and the girl took the initiative to grab the indecisive hand. The boy's face turned redder and he was even more at a loss. They walked away with the packed cakes and drinks, and finally did not hold hands. They looked like classmates who met by chance on the way to and from school.

Uchida Maaya turned around and found that the man sitting opposite her was also looking at the stupid couple. They made eye contact and smiled knowingly at each other.

"Love is such a strange thing. Although their relationship is the same as that of ordinary people, you can tell they are dating at a glance, even if they are in a crowd of people. That kind of youthful and subtle atmosphere is too conspicuous and can't deceive others." Yin Ze sighed, "The schoolwork is still too easy. But it also reminds me of myself in middle school."

"Did you have such an experience in middle school?" asked Maaya Uchida, holding the sweet and hot milk in both hands.

"Yes." Master Yin sighed, "I was like that too. I was walking on the street and saw the couple from the next class being affectionate. I got so angry that I walked straight up to them and separated them in the middle like a sharp knife, and walked past them in style. Unfortunately, that road was a very long straight road, and there was no turn to escape the scene and avoid being seen. I had to silently endure the resentful gazes from behind, and it was awkward for a few minutes before I could get away."

"...You are so pitiful." Uchida Maaya felt a little sympathetic.

"Such a condescending tone?" Yin Ze was unhappy, "Have you ever been a popular person who experienced the pure and beautiful student love?"

"No way. I've told you about my situation when I was in school. I was ostracized by small groups. Of course, there were boys who confessed to me, but most of them had bad intentions," said Uchida Maaya.

"There are indeed many problems for high school students to be models, especially girls." Yin Ze nodded.

"I've never pursued anyone, nor have I accepted anyone's pursuit. I don't say I regret it that much, but I do feel sorry sometimes. After all, love during school days is very special." Uchida Maaya said slowly.

"Not necessarily." Yin Ze stretched lazily in the chair. "They are all teenagers. Most girls mature early, while boys are in the stage of being upset. All kinds of magical ideas emerge in an endless stream. Sometimes they hurt others and it takes a long time for them to react. You were right at that time. There is no need to yearn for the injured youth."

"But entering society is much more complicated." Uchida Maaya answered casually.

"It's okay, you will get used to it. You will have to endure this society's bullying for decades to come." Yin Ze comforted her.

"Your mentality and way of speaking are exactly the same as the uncle across the street from my hometown." Uchida Maaya glanced at him, "It's not appropriate to discuss this kind of thing with you. Are you full? It's time to go."

Yes, it's time to go home and play games. The man rubbed his hands to warm them up.

The two of them checked out and bought potted plants that had been carefully cared for by the store manager.

"Is this a hydrangea?" Uchida Maaya belatedly stopped and leaned over, taking out her phone to take a photo. "It's a little different from the one in the animation."

"This flower is quite common," Yin Ze said. "And when it comes to animation, the original author used a lot of hydrangeas, which also has a special meaning."

"Ok?"

"The language of flowers has many meanings. Hope, loyalty, eternity, happy reunion, and love that lasts until death." Yin Ze said with a smile, "The story of falling in love with a girl who became a zombie reveals sadness and powerlessness from beginning to end. Although the ending has not been broadcast yet, this can be regarded as a hint."

Uchida Mare was slightly startled, not expecting such a metaphor. After a long while, she slowly said, "Yes, it will definitely have a good ending."

"Anyway, this is good enough for me." Yin Ze said suddenly with an indifferent tone.

"Huh?" Uchida Marei was confused.

"Luckily, it wasn't the male protagonist who fell to death and turned into a zombie... Some people even protested on the account promotion website, saying that I should play this kind of character who has gone through so much hardship, so that I can live up to the reputation of being a ghost!" The man was furious.

Uchida Maaya was stunned again, then burst out laughing loudly. She seemed to be really amused and squatted on the ground.

It took me a while to calm down.

"that."

"Well?"

"I will really bring a lunch box next time."

"Isn't it already agreed?"

"Ok!"

Chapter 9: Resurrection, Resurrection

April 19th.

Tokyo. Heavy rain.

It is suitable for offering sacrifices but not for starting construction.

Master Yin drove the pink beauty in the rain at full speed.

The company building looked heavy and cold under the dark clouds, and the occasional flashes of lightning added to the eeriness.

The man put the electric bike in place, with cold raindrops dripping from the end of his raincoat. He looked like a brave man who had overcome all obstacles and hardships to break into the Devil's Castle, with unparalleled spirit.

"You're here." Moriki Hiroshi sat alone on the sofa in the public rest area and looked up at the man in a black raincoat.

"I'm here." Yin Ze took off his hood, revealing his wet hair and a pair of sharp hawk-like eyes.

"You came after all." Moriki Hiro sighed.

"I'm here after all." Yin Ze also sighed.

"What do you mean by your sneer?" Moriki Hiroshi asked again.

"When I sneer, I mean it as a sneer." Yin Ze answered immediately.

Moriki Hiroshi stopped talking, he had said all he wanted to say.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the producer biting off a chocolate bar.

Yin Ze turned his head and found that he was surrounded. The female makeup artists looked like wolves and tigers, as excited as if they found fat meat on sale in a convenience store. Before the man could beg for mercy, he was escorted to a separate room and pressed on a comfortable ergonomic chair like a prisoner and torturer. Makeup artists and hairstylists surrounded him, and his breath was filled with the soft feeling and shampoo smell unique to women.

Those who have worked behind the scenes for many years were very excited and showed a strong desire to challenge this stunning skin that is hard to come by in decades. They were like paranoid scientists who discovered new elements and particles, and they excitedly made low, deep sounds. They waved powder, concealer, and eyeliner in their hands like wielding a scalpel, constantly painting on the model's face.

The hairstylist used a hair dryer to dry the wet hair and began to comb the hairstyle. He would start over again as soon as he got a little inspiration, intending to try all ideas on this best head. He kept spraying purified water like fertilizing a farmland.

"What a tender stubble, like a blade of grass just breaking through the soil, strengthening the brows, and making his cool and handsome temperament come to life!" someone said with certainty.

"The skin is a little rough, probably because of staying up late frequently. But thanks to this face, the dark circles under the eyes have the charm of black and white literary films. Why not make the hair messy, magnify the decadence, and go for a more elegant style." Someone suggested.

"No, no, look at his chiseled facial features and melancholy eyes, he died in Venice. He should have gone for the Western abstinence style. How many years can a boy's youth last? Time is fleeting, and this beauty is at its peak, it should bloom without any concealment. Traditional J style is enough." Someone sighed.

"It's such a waste. It's such a waste to use such a good foundation and apply a commercial template to it. It's such a waste." Some people objected.