Chapter 93: Travel to Kanagawa Prefecture in Midsummer July
The arrival of July has successfully ushered in a new craze in Tokyo. For the police academy students, their usual favorite outdoor training has become their most feared event. Instead, it is the cultural class where they can doze off indoors with the air conditioner blowing.
Favorite project.
After a day of training, Fujiwara Yu had already taken a shower and put on clean clothes. He was comfortably nestled in the single bed in the dormitory, which was not that big. He put his hands behind his head and used the power of wind to read the half-read "The Disappearance 13" on his desk.
The steps were brought to him. He usually wasn't interested in mystery novels, but since he wanted to be a policeman, he read them with great interest.
There is no need to hold a book floating in the air or turn the pages by yourself. Therefore, for Fujiwara Yu, the best way to rest is to give him enough private space so that he can use the power of wind to arrange the books appropriately.
Like a salted fish.
The only sound left in the quiet room was the turning of book pages, and of course a few frogs croaking occasionally from outside the house, which was considered normal in the mid-summer July evening.
The moon of summer
The octopus in the clay pot is still intoxicated in the dream of yellow beams, and the sky is full of moon on summer nights.
The famous haiku written by Matsuo Basho comes to mind. It seems that summer has really arrived.
Fujiwara Yu twisted his body and adjusted to a more comfortable lying position. Before he could enjoy it for two minutes, there was a knock on the door. He quickly gathered his abilities, and the novel floating in the air was like a bird with broken wings, directly
Falling on the soft bed.
"coming."
"Ayou, you don't have an appointment tomorrow, right?"
Ever since Morofushi Kagemitsu truly regarded Fujiwara as a friend, the names he called him became much more intimate.
Standing in the room, Fujiwara Yu noticed the satchel in Zhufu's hand and said a little strangely:
"I don't have an appointment tomorrow, but why are you carrying your bag? Are you planning to go somewhere?"
"We plan to leave for Kanagawa Prefecture now. We have just consulted with Instructor Onizuka, and he agreed that we should leave now. Of course, he reminded us to pay attention to safety and avoid getting involved in corruption."
"There are so many pieces that can be mixed together. Japan's public security management is still very good." Fujiwara Yu said as he opened the wardrobe: "Wait for me for a while, I will pack a few clothes."
"Okay, then we'll wait for you downstairs."
Two days ago, Kenji Akihara suggested that we all go to Kanagawa Prefecture together, and then we can take advantage of Chihata Akihara. He is truly a kind sister and a filial brother. After seeing each other for a few months, all he misses is his wallet.
It's midsummer right now and the weather in Tokyo is very hot, and it's probably not much better in nearby Kanagawa Prefecture. And he's going to a beach, so Fujiwara Yu didn't choose a jacket, but only two sets of necessary changes of clothes in summer. Of course
There are also swimming trunks that are essential for playing in the water.
With everything ready, Fujiwara Yu quickly walked downstairs, and what he saw was a red Jeep Cherokee Laredo. The Jeep, which can accommodate seven people, is also an excellent choice for self-driving travel.
Matsuda Jinpei is wearing black sunglasses. He hasn't even arrived at the beach yet. He is already wearing a white T-shirt and a dark blue short-sleeved shirt. His lower body is naturally his favorite black pants, and his feet are obviously wearing slippers.
Responsible for driving.
Fujiwara Yu slowly moved his eyes. When he saw everyone except himself wearing the same sandals, he widened his eyes and pointed at himself, wondering:
"Does this...let me drive?"
"Hehe, you are the youngest. You should do more things when you are young, right? Catch it!"
Fujiwara Yu reluctantly took the car keys. He didn't know when these guys knew that he was two years younger than them, so now he would say "You are the youngest" or "We are all old" from time to time, implying that he should
Run more errands.
Of course, most of the time it was just a joke, I just wanted to make a few jokes and make Fujiwara call him brother.
Zhufu Jingguang sat directly in the passenger seat with a map in hand. He smiled and looked at Fujiwara, who was wearing a seat belt, and said in a pleasant tone:
"Ayou, don't worry, I will help you show the way and I won't let you go the other way."
"...Thank you for your thoughtfulness."
Fujiwara Yu originally wanted to use the excuse that he didn't know the road to drive only a short distance, but now that there was a master who knew the road sitting next to him, he might not be able to use his ability as a road idiot.
Speaking of which, he is not a road addict, but he only goes out too few times on weekdays. In addition, in the future, there will be advanced positioning and navigation systems, which will provide navigation even in places where there is no shit, so that young people in the future will leave.
The problem with navigation is that it is difficult to distinguish between east, west and north.
The distance between Tokyo and Kanagawa Prefecture is not far, but because the Araihama Beach they want to go to is at the bottom of Kanagawa, the drive will take a lot longer than driving to Yokohama City.
"We are now within the limits of Miura City. Go straight along this road, pass three T-junctions, turn right at the second traffic light, and then drive all the way to the seaside."
"OK, I understand."
After about a two-hour drive, we successfully arrived at a local yakiniku restaurant recommended by Akiwara Ken's second sister, Chisatsu. I originally wanted to recommend a delicious local seafood restaurant, but everyone felt that Fujiwara didn't like fish, so he didn't choose it.
The Yakiniku restaurant named Ryoya is a famous Internet celebrity store in Miura City. It is not famous because celebrities have eaten there. It is simply because the taste and cost-effectiveness of this store are very high, especially at night without making a reservation.
can not eat.
The simple Japanese-style decoration, you can smell the smell of charcoal fire as soon as you open the door. Under the guidance of the waiter, they went to the booths they had reserved in advance. The store was already overcrowded, and they could even hear the voices from Kyushu and Western countries.
Dialect, it seems that there are a lot of tourists coming here because of its reputation.
"Hello, your meals have been served. Please enjoy your meal slowly. If you need additional food, just press the service bell next to it. These side dishes are served on a platter. I wish you a pleasant meal."
"OK, thanks."
Fujiwara Yu, who was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back, was not polite to everyone at all. He directly picked up the tea-pickled tofu in the small plate and ordered some side dishes to appetize before enjoying the roasted bird.
This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading! There is a large amount of raw radish puree under the lightly fried tofu, and it is covered with refreshing kimchi radish shreds. You only need to pour in the cold brown rice tea from the small pot next to it.
, you can start eating.
The fat of the crispy tofu shell is just right with the raw radish puree. When you chew it, you can feel the spiciness and sweetness of the kimchi radish shreds, and the taste is the fragrance of brown rice tea. The combination of the four is just right to arouse your appetite.
"Roasted chicken skin is indeed a delicacy in the world. The mouthful of fat is so satisfying. It goes well with beer." Yin Dahang chewed the roasted chicken skin full of oil with satisfaction. It was burnt and chewy, especially sprinkled with that special chili pepper.
After the meeting, he was given one glass after another of beer. I'm afraid he would be full in a short time.
Sitting opposite the squad leader, Rei Fangtani was grinning. It wasn't that he ate something he didn't like, but he couldn't wait to take a big bite of the fried yam balls recommended by the store. The hot yam paste flowed out and directly attacked his cat tongue.
.
"Hiss-ha-"
Fujiwara Yu, who was sitting next to him, handed over a glass of iced wheat tea. He smiled and complained:
"Jiang Gu, how old are you and yet you are so careless? You won't be scalded to tears, right?"
"...It happened that sand got into my eyes. Hey, be careful when you eat." Jiang Guling raised his hand to quickly wipe away the tears caused by the burn, and pretended to rub it twice before muttering: "But the taste is...
It’s really delicious, especially wrapped in seaweed.”
Fujiwara Yu suspiciously picked up a piece of fried yam balls that looked very ordinary. Furuya was already boiling with tears. Can he really taste it? He waited patiently for it to cool down before carefully taking a bite.
The crispy fried coating is very thin, and as soon as you bite into it, the stuffed yam paste can't wait to pour out. If you weren't mentally prepared, you would really be embarrassed to the point of swallowing your mouth.
The rich milky flavor is evident from the addition of butter to the yam paste, and the combination of seaweed with the scent of sesame oil and sea salt perfectly interprets what "ordinary deliciousness" is.
Sure enough, you shouldn’t underestimate seemingly simple dishes.