Chapter 127 New Year’s Day—Storytelling for Staying New Year’s Eve
Fang Guling has always considered himself very lucky.
Although there were some changes in his family when he was young, and he was scorned by his teachers and classmates, there seemed to be no shortage of gentle people in his life.
Aunt Elena, Hiro, these people who filled his stomach with delicious food have always given him endless strength, allowing him to go all the way to this point.
Once a person has someone he can rely on, laziness will prevail.
There are always people who know how to cook anyway, so why should he learn?
Yujiang asked curiously: "What if you encounter the task of pretending to be a chef?"
When Toru Amuro heard this, he looked in disbelief: "You actually doubt my acting skills??"
Yu Jiang: "..."
Got it, you can pretend to be a chef even if you don’t know how to cook, right?
In the midst of everyone's jokes, Qingchuan Yu had already put the last dish into the wooden box for New Year dishes. He placed a cleaned and disinfected five-yen coin on the top of the box, and then invited everyone to eat.
"Where's the soba noodles, Scotland?" Reina Mizuno asked while setting the tableware.
"It's all ready, on the island. Get it yourself."
Eating soba noodles on the last day of the year is a Japanese New Year's Eve custom. The thin and long buckwheat noodles represent health and longevity, and the chopped green onions on the buckwheat noodles are homophones of "reward" and "blessing".
This custom can be traced back to the Edo period, and soba noodles have evolved from a simple meal used by vendors to fill their stomachs to an indispensable ritual during important festivals.
The soup made by Qingchuan Yutiao is amazing, and the tasteless soba noodles are wrapped in the soup, just like a fledgling child coming into contact with the bustling world of flowers for the first time.
The salty aroma of soy sauce in your mouth mixed with the fresh flavors of bonito and kombu goes straight into your nose, and it’s so delicious that you’ll almost shed tears.
"Lei, don't let Miyano Akemi eat Scottish food." Ikue warned Zhu Xingda earnestly, "otherwise she will abandon you immediately."
The stars are silent.
This topic is really difficult for him to answer. No matter how he answers, he will be treated as a joke.
But...is the soba noodles made in Scotland really that delicious?
Admiral Morohoshi doubtfully picked out a piece of soba noodles with chopsticks. The moment he put it into his mouth, he paused for a second, and then chewed it calmly as if nothing had happened.
Well, he suddenly felt that what Yu Jiang said made sense.
"Are we going to the shrine tomorrow morning?" Mizuno Rena's cheeks turned slightly red, as if she had drunk wine. "Aren't the ropes going to be burned? And on the first day of the new year, I heard that I have to ring the bell at the shrine.
Pray for blessings in the coming year."
"In fact, ringing the bell is to eliminate the sins of the previous year, especially anger, jealousy and desire." Toru Amuro, a native mixed-race Japanese, has some talent for pouring cold water.
Yu Jiang asked strangely: "We are not Japanese, so why do we have to celebrate the Japanese New Year?"
Amuro Toru, Qingchuan Yu: "???"
Are they expelled from the Whiskey Club now?
Mizuno Reina was shocked by Yujiang's knowledge of herself: "Papet, aren't you Japanese?"
"No, I should be considered British."
Yu Jiang did not shy away from answering this question.
He was born in the UK, and his parents are both British. Although he doesn't look like a mixed race, he is truly British.
After joining the organization, Yujiang stayed in the UK most of the time. Only in the next few years did he go to the United States for further study, and then came to Japan after working. All in all, he spent more time living in the UK.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally!" Unexpectedly, what Yu Jiang thought was a perfectly normal sentence would cause an uproar among the whiskey, "Are you British???"
With his dark blue-gray eyes, jet-black hair and yellow skin, he is actually British?
Qingchuan Yu checked Yu Jiang's information, but in their line of work, they can write whatever they want about their background. He didn't take the information in the information seriously at all.
"Lei looks more British than you. At least he has a pair of green eyes that look like a Westerner." Qingchuan Yu said with a smile.
After finishing his meal, Zhu Xingda was standing by the door in a daze. Hearing this, he diverted his attention and said calmly: "I have some Western ancestry, but I am Japanese."
Haha.
Yu Jiang was the first to laugh at him.
Why do you, a MI6, have the nerve to call yourself Japanese?
But in fact, Yu Jiang is not sure whether Shuichi Akai is MI6, mainly because the recent wave of MI6 operations is a bit confusing.
"Ms. Minashi, aren't you Japanese?"
The atmosphere today was so relaxed that Qingchuan Yu even started to call Reina Mizuno by her name instead of her code name.
Mizuno Reina smiled and shook her head: "My parents are both second-generation immigrants, so I grew up in the United States and have basically never been to Japan."
"That's it..."
There are five Asian faces in the whiskey group, but two-fifths of the members are Westerners. This is indeed beyond Qingchuan Yu's expectation.
One of the most important reasons why they can be arranged to go to Japan is because of their appearance. Their appearance is close to that of Japanese people, which allows them to easily integrate into society and carry out work.
An appearance that is not out of place compared to the people around you can also confuse the police.
Like Gin next door, if he is witnessed when he kills someone, he will basically not run away.
Of course, when Gin encounters this kind of situation, he usually silences the witnesses as well, so there is no such problem.
"The most important holiday of the year for Americans should be Christmas, right?" Toru Amuro asked Mizuno Reina, "Do you also get together as a family to watch the New Year?"
"Hmm..." Rena Minami thought seriously, "If I have the chance, I will. Everyone will gather together to eat Christmas dinner, share candies and gifts, and the choir organized by the church will sing Christmas carols in front of the window.
Although Christmas only lasts for two days, the 24th and 25th, the festive atmosphere can last for a whole month.
"By the way, there are also Christmas trees. I heard that Christmas trees now have to be ordered six months in advance. When I was a child, every Christmas, my father would go to the forest to cut pine trees..."
Mentioning her father, Mizuno Reina's voice suddenly stopped.
Qingchuan Yu looked at her doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
Shui Wu Liannai quickly shook his head: "I can't remember the rest of it, it was too long ago. I had a lot of conflicts with my family, and there are only unpleasant memories left, and there is nothing to say."
People who can join an organization to make a living have a very different childhood growth trajectory. Breaking up with family members is simply the most basic operation, so no one in the whiskey group doubts Reina Mizuno's words.
Only Yu Jiang glanced at Shui Wu Lina thoughtfully.
"Where are you, Rai?" Shui Wulian couldn't wait to change the subject. She felt that Rai should have a story that was worth hearing.
Zhu Xingda was stunned, as if he did not expect that the topic would shift to him. But this moment of confusion was too short, and I am afraid that even he himself did not realize it.