[My English] One Hundred Ways to Follow Shouta Aizawa

"Huh?" Shikuragi showed an unbelievable expression, "What did you say?"

I gave him a cryptic look to express my dissatisfaction, and repeated with my pursed lips: "I said, what are we going to have for dinner?"

Shigangmu was also stumped by this question: "I don't know, just go and eat if you see something delicious." He tossed the bulging wallet in his hand, "Anyway, someone paid for it."

I grabbed his wrist and let him guide me to avoid various obstacles, while I took out my mobile phone from my jacket pocket and logged on to Twitter to see what recommended dishes were available.

I follow many Yuanyue graduates and food bloggers, and they regularly publish reviews of various restaurants. Thanks to this, they have avoided many pitfalls.

"Hmm! Hang, which one do you want with a la carte or without a la carte?"

"What's the difference..." Niigaragi looked impatient, but he still answered me obediently, "Let's order food."

"Oh! I think so too! In case you choose something different from me, I'm still worried about how to convince you." I nodded in satisfaction, and he was silent for a while.I turned around and looked at him inexplicably, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Shikuraki was silent for a while, then shook his head and replied, "No, you should choose according to the options on your phone." Towards midnight, the options to choose suddenly decreased a lot.

"Ah, what do you think of this?"

Niigaragi followed the movement and lowered his head to get in front of the phone. He squinted a pair of scarlet eyes and looked at the screen with difficulty, trying to identify the storefront sign shown in the photo:

"mid night canteen……?"

"It's famous in a niche form. After all, it was late at night when the store manager opened the store, so there weren't too many people there." I checked the time displayed on the phone, "Now it's time for him to open the store when we passed by. , A small meal in the past can be regarded as today’s dinner.” However, this point can also be regarded as a midnight snack.

But when we arrived at the destination, there were already a few sporadic guests waiting at the door. They were not high-ranking officials of any big company, and their clothes were very ordinary, or they could be called rough. Facing the troubles and trivialities of daily life, just like people like them, they are just the most ordinary members of all living beings.

They are everyday.

It is also the daily life and the ordinary that our enemy alliance longs to stay away from.

The store manager is a middle-aged man, and he opened the door to welcome the guests as the bell rang. Everything in the store was ready, and I, along with the crowd, walked into the store with Shikuraki.

The furnishings in the store give people a slightly retro atmosphere, without any modern facilities, and most of them use log furniture.

I chose a position slightly near the corner but not far from the door, and Siganmu sat next to me. This place can not only observe the situation in the store well, but also make it easy to leave.

The three women quickly placed an order. They exchanged their experiences of the day, but soon argued with the other two men. I raised my eyes and looked at Shikuragi. Fortunately, he was wearing earphones and didn't hear the noise. Otherwise, with his temperament, he doesn't know how to attack, and I won't have to stop him.

So I silently turned up the volume on his earphones.

Just at this time, the store manager brought the meals of those guests to the table, and he also came to me and asked me what I wanted to eat.

"Do you have any signatures? Let me recommend it." I glanced at the menu and threw it aside, "Speaking of which, I came here after reading reviews on Twitter, please don't let me down oh."

The unremarkable store manager has a scar across his left eye, but it doesn't give off a vicious look. He smiled gently, as if he didn't pay attention to my intentional provocation, but those few seemed to be The regular guests were so angry that they almost stood up, but Shikuragi raised his head and glanced, and they shrank back in their seats in fright.

"Then I have to bring out my special dishes."

Due to the small size of the store, the cooking table is semi-open, and it can be clearly seen from the entrance that the cooking table is full of seasonal ingredients.

Exactly the same as what was said on Twitter, the ingredients in this store are fresh, but unfortunately, the menu changes every day and is closely related to the purchase situation of the boss that day.But this also gives customers a surprise. If they order the recommended dishes of the day, the customers themselves don't know what kind of dishes will be presented.It all depends on the boss's decision.

But I don't like things that are out of control.

[Just do this. 】

The boss's voice was very simple, but other than these words, there was only peace in his heart. Afterwards, the only sound in the whole restaurant was the boss's concentrating on cooking, except for the quiet communication of the guests.

"Hi, your meal."

With the sizzling sound of the hot oil, a plate of pasta was placed on the iron plate and served.

"Pasta?" I wondered, "Why does a Japanese restaurant make pasta?"

"There is no rule that it is not allowed." The boss replied so I turned back to the cooking table and muttered something.

I pushed the dead wood next to him, he seemed a little sleepy.He took off his earphones, turned his head to look at me, then looked at the plate of fragrant pasta in front of him, picked up the fork specially prepared by the boss and started eating.

It was rare for him to be this quiet.

It was only when I also picked up the fork that Shiganmu opened his mouth and said the first sentence he said after he came to this store: "It's delicious."

"Is it tasty?"

The fork picked up the noodles and sent them into the mouth. The sweet and sour taste of the tomato filled the whole mouth in the next moment, and the taste of onions and bacon was savored carefully. Stir-fry with butter made the whole noodles smoother. It really was——

"good to eat."

It seems that Yuanyue Shijie's recommendation is still very good.

Then there is no need to think about why there is such an unsuitable dish as pasta in a Japanese restaurant. After all, deliciousness is justice.

"and this."

I held a piece of pasta in my mouth and looked at the glass in front of me. Bubbles spewed up from the bottom of the glass, struggling to break through the barrier of lemon slices and burst out of the water. The ice cubes hit the glass wall and made a crisp sound. The straws are purely decorative.

"It's inevitable that you will feel tired of eating pasta, so drink a sip of lemon soda for a change."

I took two glasses of drinks, one in front of Shigaoki, and the other in front of myself.

Take a big breath:

"Delicious."