The storefront of the noodle shop is small, in a classic neon style, with a long bar and three round tables on the other side. The whole space is packed to the brim.
Behind the bar is the cooking counter, where the grey-haired shopkeeper and a young apprentice are busy. The steaming noodle soup fills the entire space with its aroma.
There were surprisingly many diners in the noodle shop late at night. There were two middle-aged people sitting at the bar, and there was a table of young girls dressed up. Four or five people gathered around the table and were discussing the upcoming Fuji Music Festival.
"welcome!"
Weeping child hid behind Qing Keisuke, slightly sticking out half of his head.
In the eyes of others, she became an ordinary little girl wearing gorgeous clothes, and even the strange umbrella could not be seen.
The customers in the store are immediately attracted to them - everyone, no matter their appearance or different temperament, makes people involuntarily have the urge to marvel.
In this late night, it was like meeting the legendary big monster walking down the mountain. His face was gorgeously dressed, so beautiful that it made people hold their breath and tremble, and then felt the darkness of the mountain.
The wind from the street blew away the heat in the store.
Shiraishi took the lead and led the people inside: "Oh, boss, you can smell the fragrance from outside. Is there any signboard?"
"Welcome...Guests can take a look at the menu."
The shopkeeper subconsciously said hello again.
The group of people sat down at the round table as if there was no one around. Qing Keisuke asked Weiqi to sit against the wall to prevent the umbrella from touching ordinary people.
Not to mention Shiraishi, the social terrorist, Aoi Keisuke, Hoshino is not a person who can be moved by "atmosphere" and "sight" at all.
Weizi sat quietly and obediently on his seat, looking around with his big and energetic eyes.
"What do you want to eat?" Qing Keisuke pushed the menu in front of her.
The reason why I suddenly decided to take Weiko to have a midnight snack was because I was inspired by Hanako No. 7274 - she can eat.
Weizi held the menu and looked at it for a while, then gradually frowned. Finally, she looked at Qing Keisuke, shook her head, and pushed the menu back.
"Aoi Keisuke, give me some."
"Aoi Keisuke~ Give me some~" Shiraishi found it interesting, so he imitated Weizi's tone and pushed Aoi Keisuke's arm with his hand.
"Then you eat the same thing as me."
Qing Keisuke lowered his head to open the menu and ordered three bowls of seafood udon without looking at Shiraishi's pretentious expression.
"Where's the president?"
"……broth."
After ordering the meal, Shiraishi tugged on Aoi Keisuke's sleeve and pointed to the beer on the corner of the menu.
"Want to drink again?"
"Ahem!"
"If you're not afraid of growing fat..."
Before Qing Keisuke finished speaking, Shiraishi hit him: "What you said is too cold, I don't want to hear it!"
Qing Keisuke ordered two more side dishes and beer.
Wenzi watched them chatting and playing quietly, not feeling interested or feeling left out.
After a moment, she lowered her head and looked at the rain falling from the umbrella to the ground drop by drop.
"Tick tock...tick tock..."
Is there any difference between here and the original place?
She still doesn't quite understand.
The discussion among other customers in the store became louder involuntarily, hoping to attract the attention of Aoi Keisuke and the others at the table.
But Hoshino only felt that they were noisy and bothered by their rough and rough thoughts.
After meeting Weizi, the tolerance level of the scene that I was used to has plummeted.
So she looked at Weizi more frequently, trying to explore her inner world and comfort herself.
No one can understand how she feels now!
Well……
This sentence is not completely accurate. Among the people present, Qing Keisuke actually noticed her abnormality, but he didn't take it to heart and just put it aside.
This attitude is inexplicably annoying.
"Guests, this is your face."
After a while, the young apprentice came over with four bowls of noodles. When he saw Shiraishi, he shyly looked away.
"Um...please use it slowly."
"Thanks."
As soon as the young man was thanked by Shiraishi, he immediately rubbed the back of his head happily and left. As soon as he returned to the table, the master hit him with the handle of a spoon and scolded him for dirtying his hands.
Seeing this, Shiraishi stuck out his tongue playfully, and when Aoi Keisuke looked at her, he snorted proudly.
There are three bowls of seafood udon and one bowl of clear soup udon on the table.
The seafood noodles contain shrimp, dried bonito and a piece of lightly grilled fish belly.
The clear noodle soup is clear, and the dough is only lightly garnished with some orange-red fish roe, chopped seaweed, and fish roll slices in the corner for presentation.
The appetizers are a plate of edamame and a bowl of boiled squid legs.
Shiraishi took a photo specially and planned to wake Tsukishima up at night to take a look.
Hoshino silently took her own bowl and started to take a sip. By the way, she also had her share of beer.
Weeping son was holding the umbrella handle with one hand and the chopsticks with the other, looking a little at a loss, and then turned his attention to the Demon King for help.
"Qing Keisuke..."
Aoi Keisuke corrected her way of holding chopsticks and told her to learn the moves from Hoshino.
"Try some shrimp first."
"so?"
"Um."
Weizi began to concentrate on studying, playing with the noodles with chopsticks. Occasionally, after taking a bite, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he felt the deliciousness of the food.
"Aoi Keisuke, delicious!"
"Try something else."
"good!"
"Cheers~"
Shiraishi put down his cell phone, picked up a draft beer and touched it with Aoi Keisuke, and then touched it with the cup Hoshino put on the table.
"Come and have a toast, you two!"
Hoshino hesitated for a moment, then cooperated and picked up the wine glass.
She looked at the nearly 500 ml draft beer cup. Can this be a toast directly?
After listening to Shiraishi's thoughts, I realized that she was just joking.
It's not annoying at all on a night like this.
Hoshino felt that it was the crying child that made him feel happy and excited.
The rain outside was still falling, not showing much of the power of the typhoon. After all, most of the strong winds had been blocked by the mountains, leaving only abundant water vapor in Yuzawa.
The noodle shop gradually returned to its normal atmosphere, and no one paid attention to it. Sitting at this small round table was a little girl with a mysterious existence.
The aftermath of her power can easily kill all ordinary people and even destroy entire neighborhoods.
But now, she is just trying to learn to eat noodles with chopsticks.
Qing Keisuke occasionally wiped Aiko's mouth or gave her two squid legs.
"Do you like children very much?" Shiraishi asked in a curious and weird tone.
"...No, I'm just doing this to Weizi."
Qing Keisuke explained: "She cannot be simply classified as a 'child' just because of her appearance."
What he admired was the purity of Weizi's body, not any reason due to his age or appearance.
"Eh~"
Shiraishi scratched the rim of Aoi Keisuke's cup with his finger, and he hummed and teased: "It's so unfair, Hoshino and I are still here!"