Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 635 First time

Since it was the first time Chen Shu was treating Zhang Yang to dinner, he specifically chose a rather upscale Japanese restaurant, the average price of which made him quite uncomfortable. He had never been there before, but judging from its high rating of 4.9 on Dianping (a Chinese review platform), it must be a hidden gem.

Following the address he had noted down in advance using a navigation app on his phone, Chen Shu parked his motorcycle at the entrance of a small commercial area dominated by high-end restaurants.

Urban islands.

Zhang Yang got off the car first, gently removed his helmet, revealing a delicate face.

As the helmet was removed, a cascade of long, beautiful black hair cascaded down, swaying gently in the breeze and emitting a fragrance that Chen Shu could not resist.

She placed the helmet on the back seat, then used her long, white fingers to arrange her loose hair, gathering it and tossing her head, so that every strand fell perfectly onto her shoulders.

She gracefully walked past the front of the motorcycle, her light steps inadvertently outlining her toned figure. Every movement exuded her confidence and charm as a popular female reporter.

Even though she has shed her celebrity host persona, she still firmly attracts the lingering glances of passersby from time to time.

Chen Shu, still sitting on the motorcycle, was also stunned. He had never seen such mature and elegant confidence in any other young girl, not even one.

"Brother Shu, let's go in and eat."

Zhang Yang stood on tiptoe with his hands behind his back, turned around playfully, and smiled at Chen Shu, his eyes full of warmth and laughter.

The evening breeze swept through the alley, and the woman's voice, like beautiful musical notes, floated in the night sky, warming the man's heart.

Before even eating, Chen Shu already felt a bit drunk.

"Come on, Yangyang, let's go eat Japanese food."

After parking the car, Chen Shu quickly walked a few steps to walk alongside Zhang Yang. The two chatted about the interesting things that happened at work during the day and also talked about the current trend of live streaming.

Yu Guangzhong searched for the Japanese restaurant that had already been booked, and Chen Shu tried his best to appear natural, but even after the two of them walked back and forth twice, they still couldn't find the restaurant.

Chen Shu even secretly wondered if he was blind and had misread the address.

Helpless, he could only take out his phone to check the reservation information again, and then switch to the navigation app and select "walking".

The phone then emitted a mechanical sound.

"Walking navigation begins. From your current location, head east along Gushan Road."

"Destination reached. The destination is on your left. Welcome to Gaode Navigation."

Click, click, click.

Chen Shu blankly opened the navigation software, then followed it for a couple of steps, and it indicated that he had arrived at his destination.

They had been here before. To the left was a blank white wall, and they couldn't see what was inside. To the right was a flower shop, and in front was a parking lot. They couldn't see a sign for a Japanese restaurant at all.

I turned my head to the left and stared at the plain white wall, then looked up at the small door leading to the parking lot, glanced at the colorful flower shop for a while, and finally looked down at the navigation screen on my phone that said "Destination Arrived".

Veteran investigator, guardian of the people, and elite commando, Officer Chen Shu is completely worn out. He even considered calling the restaurant owner to ask where the Japanese restaurant was located.

He had never encountered this situation before, especially with a beautiful woman standing next to him, making him feel a little embarrassed.

Suddenly, a fragrant aroma wafted into his nostrils, and a black head appeared, blocking Chen Shu's view between him and his phone.

"Hey, this is the store, I know the way."

Zhang Yang came over, grabbed Chen Shu's right hand, took a few steps forward, and then made a 360-degree turn behind the white wall.

A black door, neither too big nor too small, came into view.

On the white wall to the right of the black door are two small characters: Yuanxi. This is the Japanese restaurant that Chen Shu booked on Dianping (a Chinese review platform).

"How did this place hide so well? Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a private club reserved for leaders." Having finally found the door, Chen Shu couldn't help but joke awkwardly, "So you've eaten at this place before."

After saying that, he suddenly realized that he had told Zhang Yang that they were going to eat Japanese food when they parked the car earlier, but the two of them walked around the park twice without going in.

If he hadn't been so desperate to find a way to check the store's location on his phone, or even if he hadn't been prepared to call the store owner to guide him, Zhang Yang might not have led him inside.

This reporter has incredibly high emotional intelligence; she's so good at saving face for him.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhang Yang responded softly, thinking to herself that the feeling of the two of them strolling through the streets just now was truly reassuring and joyful. If she had seen Chen Shu take out her phone, she would have liked to wander around a few more times without leaving a trace.

As soon as the two entered, the lighting was dim, and a large patch of waist-high grass, which looked like a front room, swayed in the wind. On a long white wall directly in front of them, a video of turbulent waves at the sea was projected, as if enveloping the entire space in a mysterious atmosphere.

It doesn't look like a restaurant at all.

Chen Shu looked closely and exclaimed, "Oh my god, what I thought was grass is actually wheat!"

Vast fields of golden wheat swayed gently in the wind, like waves gently rolling one after another. Several warm lights were placed in the wheat field, shining with a comforting yellow light.

A long corridor paved with wooden floors runs through the middle of the wheat field, ending at a spiral staircase, where a small black door leads to the second floor.

Chen Shu couldn't help but sigh, "Yangyang, the high price is probably all due to the renovation."

Zhang Yang covered his mouth and said, "Brother Shu, the Omakase here is especially good."

Oh my god?
Chen Shu didn't understand at first. He just felt that using English to describe a Japanese restaurant sounded a bit strange, but when he thought of the submissive look on Xiao Ri Zi Ren's face, he understood.

Perhaps Japanese restaurants simply like to use English as a complement?

Is this what you call "foreign style"?

It definitely doesn't taste like onions.

Seeing Chen Shu's confusion, Zhang Yang patiently explained, "Omakase is a dining style, not a category of cuisine. Simply put, it means there's no menu; the chef decides what food to serve the guests."

After the two went upstairs and opened the door, they saw a waiter standing behind the door.

They were quite friendly, greeting us with a smile and ushering us into a small private room next door.

A small door, a small entryway, a small corridor; after entering, I hadn't even taken two steps before turning around and going into the private room next door.

It has to be said that the people living on the island have probably stayed there for too long. They just can't seem to develop a sense of style. The dining area is so small that it's awkward to even turn around.

Based on the average price on Dianping (a Chinese review platform), even with a 90% discount, any random roadside restaurant would be much more spacious than this.

Fortunately, the private room was quite nice; the two of us could sit comfortably without feeling stuffy.

Chen Shu glanced at Zhang Yang, who was engrossed in examining the "Kaiseki" menu on the table, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Ever since he learned about the proper separation of men and women more than twenty years ago, Chen Shu has gone out to eat with women alone so often that you could count the number of times he did so on one hand.

Yes, it's still just one hand!

As for how many fingers, I'm too embarrassed to mention that.

(End of this chapter)