【Food Halberd Creation Tower】Winter Fog

【London, England】

Sighing, Xingping walked out of a popular restaurant, looked at the smoky gray sky above his head, reluctantly took out an umbrella from his bag to prop it up, and walked towards the temporary youth hostel.The continuous rainy days disturbed people, and made him, who was always an optimist, feel a little melancholy.

——The lunch just now was really bad!

Although I have heard the name of British dark cuisine for a long time, but seeing the fish head inserted straight into the pie "looking up at the starry sky", this impact is still not small for Xingping, and the greasy taste brought by biting off the fried pork skin is even more No amount of beer is enough to make it weak.Thinking about it this way, the fish and chips that lasted for several days are really nothing, compared to my own weird dishes...

The raindrops slammed on the umbrella surface, knocking out a messy movement, and the boots that had just been dried in the morning were inevitably splashed with a few mud spots. Xingping looked down at the wet front of the shoes and couldn't help frowning.He accidentally bumped into an umbrella with a pedestrian as he headed forward. The oncoming old British gentleman bowed his head politely and apologized. Xingping blurted out a sentence and then subconsciously bowed back, thinking about whether he should also pickle at night Look at the onion, the sour and choking smell is worth a try.

A bell rang from the pointed tower in the distance, and the loud sound echoed in the rainy alley, reminding people of the passage of time.Xinghei tightened the umbrella in his hand, feeling uneasy - where is the delicious food?

After graduating from high school, he traveled around and circled more than half of the world, like a hunter hunting for food, and like a devout learner, learning the profound meaning of food everywhere.It's not like he hasn't tasted strange flavors along the way. He thinks he has a high acceptance and knows how to appreciate different ingredients and tastes, but he still seems to be defeated by the land under his feet.

He suddenly stopped at the intersection and turned his head.The signboard of the previous public restaurant protruded in mid-air, with bright letters spelled out with paint, Xinghei could see clearly even in the rain.Looking further into the distance, the streets and alleys seem to disappear at the end.Pedestrians in twos and threes were like passers-by, and did not notice the strangeness of this foreign traveler and the loneliness surrounding him at this moment.

"I'm a little nostalgic..."

Xingping moved his lips and spit out his mother tongue, which was strange and kind in the land of Europa.

He suddenly missed the cooking of the past.I've experienced enough "new" things over the years, and it seems good to go back and pick up "old" things occasionally... Speaking of which, how are those guys?

The red-haired man didn't miss what was in front of him, he looked up at the sky the moment he turned around again, seriously thought about his next step, and continued to walk in the rain.

"So, where should we go next?" Xingping said to himself, and the string of colorful letters cached in his mind flashed past, "Public cuisine... Italy seems to be a good choice, and it used to be quite close here."

Well, it's such a happy decision!

Xingping shook his shoulders and put his backpack on his back. He didn't care when he stepped into the pond, and strode forward with big strides, his eyes sparkled again.

【Florence·TrattoriaAldini】

Xingping rarely suffered from insomnia.

Tossing and turning on the bed, as soon as I close my eyes, the details of that halberd eating event will come to my mind, accompanied by all kinds of takomi.

He has always been insensitive to feelings, but he is very keen on cooking. Besides, he has always encountered crazy suitors who have boldly shown love for more than 20 years. It is not that he understands everything. It is too difficult to act as if nothing happened.

In the evening dew, Xingping rolled up the quilt and tossed and turned again, lying flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the relationship between him and Takumi, as well as his own feelings for him.

They are rivals.At first it was cooking, but Takmi was always obsessed with strange places, such as swimming and running, and cleaning speed. Their tit-for-tat gradually expanded to all aspects of life.

They are friends.Friend can be a very broad term, but in Xinghei's dictionary, Takumi can at least be classified as a "best friend", the kind where each other can do anything for each other.

They are partners.This seems to be easier to understand. The number of times they have cooperated is not too many, but the success lies in the co-production.Takumi is so trustworthy in cooking and work, if it is a battlefield, Xinghei dares to entrust his back to him.

Thinking about how good his relationship with Takomi is, and the youthful memories of Yuanyue's time are still vivid in his mind, Xingping actually smiled knowingly or foolishly.

So...he doesn't hate Takumi, Kohei nodded, and came to this conclusion in a muffled voice.

So how do you like it...?

The memory goes back to the meeting of the two in Florence... and the two wonderful days at Trattoria Aldini.Hug with takomi, have dinner with takomi, chat with takomi, cook with takomi, try each other with takomi——

Oops, it's so annoying, the whole area in front of my eyes is filled with Takumi's face, Xinghei thumped his head, but couldn't figure out why.

【Tokyo Totsuki】

Under the watchful eyes of Nakiri Erina, Xinghei refused to wake up the person, but carried the sleeping Takumi out of the car.The weight of an adult man is not so comfortable, Xinghei's arms sank and he gritted his teeth, but he was stubbornly unwilling to destroy Takumi's sleeping face.Seeing this, the conscientious driver had no choice but to get out of the car together, helping to get some personal items such as scarves, backpacks, and under Xingping's instructions, he found the key and opened the door of the apartment for the two of them.

When Xinghei put Takumi on the bed and ran to close the door, Nakiri made a mouth shape, and the blond hair disappeared in the slowly rising glass window.He smiled, waved goodbye loudly, watched the car leave, and hurried back into the house to take care of Takmi.

He carefully took off the scarf for the other party, and helped him take off his shoes and coat. When he was busy packing things, Takumi just woke up.Takumi was sleepy, sat up in a daze and looked at himself and his surroundings, and called out, "Xinghei?"

"Are you awake? I'm sorry to disturb you?" Xingping saw that Takumi's face was a little red, thought for a while, and ran to the kitchen to quickly pour a glass of water.

"No," Takmi took a sip from the cup, the liquid moistened his throat, and he became sober, completely unable to remember what happened before, "I just woke up. It was you... who sent me came back?"

"Well, I took a ride with Nakiri. If you wake up, change your clothes and sleep well, it's late." Xingping felt a little sorry, thinking that he woke up the other party. He could see that the other party was very tired and distressed Takumi, whose sleep was disturbed, urged him to take a rest.

"Okay. I'm going to take a shower." Now that he woke up, Takumi never allowed himself to go to bed without a shower, dragged his dull body out of his pajamas, and lazily took care of Xinghei, "Go to bed early too. Good night. "

"Okay, good night." Xingping smiled softly and closed the door for the other party.

After returning to his room, Xingping was very upset when he reflected on what he had just done.He took out a notebook with the word "secret" written on the cover from his bag, which he lent to him through Meizuo, which contained all the information about Takmi Aldini collected by Meizuo when he was in Yuanyue. There are also some related reports after Takmi graduated.

As a result, he lost his patience as soon as he turned two pages.It’s not that the words of Meizuo are difficult to understand or there is any problem with the typesetting of the notes, but Xing Pingchuang really thinks that compared to the cold data and words, how warm, real and vivid Takmi Aldini is when he gets along with him recently , completely attracted my attention.

The calendar presented by Yuanyue Fang was placed on the table when he looked up, with numbers circled and marked by Takmi thoughtfully on it, in duplicate, and placed on the desks of the two of them respectively, to remind both parties of their upcoming schedules.Xingping saw that the red circle for Hokkaido was close to today's day, and wondered if he and Takumi would part again when he returned here again.

"so fast."

Just like his heartbeat.

【Hokkaido · Rebun Island】

The glass plate was placed on the coffee table in front of it, and there was residual coffee-colored sauce lying on the bottom and the edge of the plate.With a popsicle stick in his mouth, Xingping rarely sat back on the sofa and thought about life facing the ceiling.The taste of duck liver ice cream in the mouth has not completely dissipated, and the taste buds are still nostalgic for the dense sweetness, which makes people fall into a wonderful floating feeling.

However, under the comfort, Xingping's uneasiness about parting became more and more intense.During the busy exam period, he could use work to numb his forgetfulness, and after the promotion exam was successfully completed, this emotion came out doubled.

After Li Wenyue came back, another snow fell, travel and traffic were blocked again, Xingping couldn't even go out to relax, so he had to say hello to Takmi, and locked himself in the cooking room to try to calm down.It was also in this space that reassured him the most, Xingping figured out his long-standing knot - he likes Takumi.

But what should he do to convey this affection, Xingping was afraid that he would be as speechless as Takmi.

The moment he figured it out, he seemed to understand the emotion contained in Takmin's dish better.

——By the way, there is also cooking.

There are knives within reach at hand, and there are piles of rich ingredients not far away. Xingping has sat on the chair like this countless times and thought hard. This time he successfully found the dawn of breakthrough.He got up to check the ingredients, and a bold idea came to his mind, he wanted to make that unforgettable dish again.

Many of the raw materials of Banyue beef are Italian regional specialties, and there is no suspense in the food library of Rebun Island.But Xingping would not give up. He sprinted across the corridor and rushed into an office to contact the person in charge of Yuanyue, saying that there was an important cooking that he wanted to practice, and he asked the other party to find a way to get the ingredients he needed.Fortunately, the commander-in-chief gave him a very high level of authority, and Yuanyue always puts cooking first. The person in charge was very happy to help Xingping serve, but said that due to traffic reasons, he could not be delivered to the island, and could only be transported to the facility in Sapporo. go.Xingping thought about the need for him and Takomi to transfer to Sapporo for the return trip, so he agreed, and turned back to the cooking room to try cooking with the existing ingredients.

At the reflection meeting, he heard Takmi share his practice, and there is no big obstacle in technique, but it is still very difficult to achieve the effect he needs.He experimented tirelessly, and as soon as he arrived in Sapporo, he got into the kitchen and raced against time. He had to tell the other party before he and Takumi separated.

In the kitchen without air conditioning in winter, he was sweating all over. Xingping didn't feel it was hard. He wiped his forehead with a towel, and he felt a long-lost feeling. His heart was bright and full.

——He, wants to dedicate everything to offer a dish to someone.

【Tokyo Narita Airport】

Xinghei and Takumi held hands together, covered by a thin blanket covering their legs, sitting in a small corner of the airport to feel the passage of time.If it weren't for the luggage and handbags at Takmi's feet, it would have been more like an ordinary and sweet afternoon between lovers.

At first, Takumi's hand was still so cold, but gradually the warmth of Xinghei's palm turned into a more attached temperature.Their fingers were intertwined, the calluses at the ends of their knuckles stuck together, and the two of them leaned against the seat, as if they couldn't hear all the noise around them, and only relied on that hand to maintain the connection with the world.

After coming out of "Xinghei" in the afternoon, I have maintained this near-dream state.

Xinghei has always had confidence in Joichiro, convinced that the other party will accept his choice and accept Takomi, but Takomi seems a lot more nervous when meeting his parents.Xingping also held his lover's hand tightly like now, telling the other party that he was by his side, conveying peace of mind and trust, and eliminating Takmi's nervousness.The meeting was more unexpected than expected. Joichiro had already received some screenshots of his son's chat history in the Yuanyue group from a few acquaintances. Unexpectedly, he even showed faint excitement.It was not the first time Shiro Ichiro met Takomi, and he heard his son talk about it quite a few times in the past. After this meeting, he jokingly asked Takomi what he liked about his own brat, and his gossip character was put aside. The onlookers Chuangzhen sighed: It really deserves to be from Yuanyue.

In short, it is a joyful thing to receive the recognition and blessings of the parents.Facing Chuangzhen and Aiyitong in front of himself and his elders, Takmi waited for a long time and did not come out of his shy state, maintaining a slightly indifferent elite posture on his face, secretly holding hands whenever he found an opportunity, but always Avoid making eye contact with your boyfriend.

Xingping was so cute by Takmi, he didn't speak clearly, he just turned his back and held his lover's hand firmly, enjoying the tender time before parting together.

Passengers sitting around Kohei and Takmi came and went, people packed their luggage, checked their documents, or hugged and said goodbye to their relatives and friends.

"It's almost time..." Xingping raised his head and glanced at the electronic screen, reminding with a choked voice.He felt Takumi's fingers tremble, and his heart tightened.

"Just a little while, okay?"

Takumi still didn't look at him, Xinghei hummed, and tacitly didn't look at the other party, but took out his fingers and silently held Takumi firmly, as if trying to pass all his body temperature over.

"Chuangzhen." Takumi rarely called him so affectionately.

Followed by a golden shadow falling in front of the eyes, and the familiar soft touch on the lips.Xingping closed his eyes, feeling this soft, delicate, and erotic kiss carefully, and gently wrapped his lover's head with his free left hand, smoothing his hair with his fingers.

When the lips parted, the two looked at each other for a long time, as if they were going to make up for the gaze they had accumulated all afternoon.

As a result, Takumi was defeated first, saying that it was disgusting to look at it affectionately like this. Xingping was cheeky and fearless, and said that if Takumi hadn’t avoided him, he could watch it forever. I can't get tired of watching.After speaking, the two burst out laughing.

Xingping patted Takumi on the shoulder, watched him take all his belongings, and walked slowly towards the gate.

Takmi looked back, his beautiful eyes were shining under the excellent lighting of the airport, he curled the corner of his mouth and said loudly:

"Goodbye."

Just like Xinghei when we parted at Trattoria Aldini, he never looked back, leaving only a pure back.

"Goodbye."

Xingping waved vigorously in the direction where he was leaving, then put his backpack on his back, turned around with a smile and left, and embarked on a new journey, nostalgic and seemingly not in love.

Anyway, according to their words, the divergence at this moment will eventually meet again.

End.