Chapter 68: The murderous intent being exploited
Chapter 68: The murderous intent being exploited
The decoration of Fantasy Restaurant is not very high-end, but it does not give people a sense of Japanese style, which makes the manager here seem a bit stubborn.
Just as, he would improve French cuisine to make it more suitable for local tastes.
Because classics are classics, if they are changed, they lose their original flavor.
“I didn’t expect to be able to eat such classic French food in Tokyo. Did you make all the sauces?”
"Yes. I trained in a restaurant in Paris, and I always follow the recipes there, making them exactly as they are, without adjusting them to Japanese tastes."
"I guess it was held in a famous old restaurant?"
"No," Sawai laughed, "It's just an ordinary little restaurant in Paris."
"Five years ago, I met a guy there who said my cooking was delicious and he hoped to have a chance to taste it in Tokyo."
"He was learning to make cakes at a nearby pastry school at the time, and he told me, 'When facing something you love, whether it's a cake or a dish, you must stick to its original taste and not change it easily.'"
This sentence had a profound impact on Sawai.
So much so that when he returned to Tokyo, he still cooked it the way he did at that time.
It retains the most authentic French flavor, without being too weird.
But there are only a few people who truly understand.
What they care more about is the environment and atmosphere, and whether they can make themselves look more stylish.
"I see."
Qinghai Chuantang understood, "As a cook, I naturally respect the taste of food. If someone denies the taste of this dish, what would you do?"
She looked at the other person with a faint smile on her face.
Sawai was silent for a long time.
He seemed to be hesitating about something, and also seemed to be thinking about something.
"I'll kill him."
Finally, Sawai gave his answer.
"Like stuffing his mouth with homemade bread"
Although there are low-star negative reviews about Fantasy Restaurant on food review websites, the lowest star was given by a person named "Foodie Daji".
However, this restaurant is not ranked high on food websites and is at the bottom among similar restaurants.
Although I don't know how much of a role the low-star review played, the fact that Qing Haichuantang and Amuro Toru were the only two people present during the most suitable time period for a date at night was enough to explain the problem.
After leaving Fantasy Restaurant, the two walked on the street.
When passing by a narrow alley, Qinghai Chuantang suddenly called out to the other party.
"Here, a gift for you."
A small dark blue square box with golden patterns on the edges as decoration.
"what is this?"
Amuro Toru said curiously, opening the box to find out what was inside.
I saw a ring stuck on the base inside the box.
And the style is not for women.
Qinghai Chuantang felt a little surprised, or perhaps the word "confused" would be more appropriate.
Wasn’t the box you took the same as the one containing the five-leaf clover?
He chuckled, "Are you proposing to me?"
"What if," Qinghai Chuantang chose to go with the flow, and his expression became serious, "What if I say yes?"
Toru Amuro looked at the other person, trying to find any sign of lying on her face.
After all, for someone with a "criminal record", trusting her words too much can be fatal.
But he had to admit that he was really moved when he heard it.
But the other person's expression was too serious, and there was a hint of expectation in it.
Seeing that the other party did not answer for a long time, Qinghai Chuantang smiled and said, "Every time I count, if you don't answer, I will unbutton one of your clothes."
"1"
The first button was undone.
"2"
The last button was undone.
Qinghai Chuantang was a little annoyed, buried his head in his chest, then reached out and hugged him.
He said sullenly, "If you don't agree, just pretend I never said anything. I won't be angry or anything."
Compared to a direct rejection, silence is the most uncomfortable.
Amuro Toru smiled and reached out to touch her head.
"Don't touch it. It will prevent you from growing taller." She said in a low voice, seeming a little unhappy, but did not reach out to stop the other person.
A child who is 165cm tall has always been upset about not growing to 170cm, and attributes the reason to the fact that he did not like drinking milk when he was a child.
Although when I grew up, I suddenly became fond of drinking milk.
But this height is like pressing the pause button, stopping in its tracks.
"It's not that I don't want to agree to you."
The tone of his voice was so serious that Qinghai Chuantang had to fall into some kind of speculation.
Such words are usually followed by "but" or "but" as a transition.
Often in sentences like this, the preceding words are not important, just listen to the last part.
Because what you really want to say is often hidden at the end.
What came before was just a prelude.
"It's precisely because I want to agree to you that I have to think too much about it."
This was an answer she had not expected.
Qinghai Chuantang looked up at him, and he happened to be looking at himself.
"I will always be with you."
She whispered, resting her head on his chest and pulling her arms tighter around him.
Why does this waist feel thinner than mine?
In order to verify her guess, she reached out and pinched it gently, then commented in her heart: It feels good.
"What are you going to do?"
Amuro Toru's reaction seemed to be a little strange, and he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Tang, stop playing."
Some people have no reaction to tickling, while others are surprisingly sensitive.
Qinghai Chuantang said seriously: "I'm trying to keep warm!"
This reason is not enough to convince the other party.
"If it's for warmth, is it necessary to do this? Still..." Amuro Toru couldn't continue and cursed in a low voice: "'Beast'."
Qinghai Chuantang did not feel angry, but was in a good mood.
She stood on tiptoe slightly, then placed her hands on his cheeks, feeling the scorching heat.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said: "There are more 'beastly' ones, do you want to see them?"
After saying that, she slowly approached him.
Getting closer and closer.
Amuro Toru couldn't help but close his eyes.
But the expected result did not come.
The temperature also suddenly disappeared.
"As a gentleman, how could I do such a thing in broad daylight?"
Qinghai Chuantang smiled and said, "It's getting late, let's go home quickly."
At this time, it is 21:12.
The next day, Qinghai Chuantang found a clerk who was one of the witnesses and wanted to ask her some questions.
"I would deliver fresh vegetables to the restaurant at 2 o'clock every day. That day I went to the restaurant as usual, and I saw a customer lying on the ground."
"I asked about the situation and the chef said that the guest accidentally choked while eating bread. The chef kept feeding the guest water, but it didn't seem to have any effect."
"Did the chef feed the water himself?"
The waiter nodded and said, "In his panic, the man hit the chef's hand and knocked over the wine glass that was filled with water."
“And then it broke?”
"Huh?" The clerk was a little surprised, then shook his head and said with a smile: "Although it fell, it didn't break. The quality is unexpectedly good."
It's not a question of quality at all.
After expressing his thanks, Qinghai Chuantang left the vegetable store.
This reminded her of a prop that was very useful for pranks: a fake beer glass.
From an observer's perspective, it looked like there was indeed liquid inside.
In fact, it is impossible to spill it, and although it looks like glass, it is made of plastic.
This also provides a good explanation for why the glass does not break when it falls to the ground.
Today is the day for garbage collection.
After a little inner struggle, he finally stretched out his evil hands and took it away before the recycling truck arrived.
"I, Qinghai Chuantang, have a great reputation. I never thought that now I have fallen to the point of rummaging through garbage."
Looking up at the ceiling, I couldn't help but sigh.
It would have been great if my curiosity had not been so strong at that time.
She will not give up until the mystery is solved or the question is answered.
It’s not because I have obsessive-compulsive disorder or anything, I just feel that people should complete what they start and do.
"No, no um? Paper bag?"
Qinghai Chuantang opened the paper bag and saw some glass fragments inside.
"Glass fragments are non-combustible garbage, but they were put together with combustible kitchen garbage. There must be something fishy going on."
As he said that, Qinghai Chuantang looked at Pikachu beside him, "Yuan Fang, what do you think?"
However, it was just a doll and could not answer her questions.
Carefully picking out the broken glass pieces is like looking for the only faint light in the darkness.
"found it."
Finally, Kung Fu pays off.
At night, Sawai stood on the roof of the house, with his hands on the railing, looking at the neon lights in the distance.
Along with the increasingly clear footsteps, a voice rang out.
"So you are here."
Zejing turned and looked at the person who came. "It's so late, what can I do for you?"
"As a return gift for being able to taste classic French cuisine, I brought red wine."
As he spoke, Qinghai Chuantang took out a bottle of red wine from the paper bag, showed the front to the other party, and said with a smile: "Marsala."
“It is the most historic wine in Italy. However, it is usually used as an aperitif or dessert wine, or in cooking.”
Qinghai Chuantang smiled after hearing this
"Cheap Marsala can of course only be used as 'cooking wine'."
“Although Marsala has faded from international attention now, if we go back to the 18th century, Marsala can definitely be said to be the world’s top wine.”
“Of course, I don’t mean to brag, after all, it was very popular in Britain in the 18th century, which is enough to show the status of this wine.”
After saying that, Qinghai Chuantang placed the bag on a small wooden table beside him, and then opened the red wine with a corkscrew.
"Who are you exactly?"
He seemed a little curious.
"At least, I'm not a policeman. If I have to say anything, then I'm a food lover who was conquered by your cooking."
Qinghai Chuantang picked up the wine glass and handed it to the other party.
Smiling, "Please."
Just when the other person stretched out his hand and was about to touch the wine glass.
Qinghai Chuantang suddenly let go of his hand and let it fall to the ground.
The cup bounced a few times on the ground but did not break.
Even the liquid inside did not flow out.
But there was no expression of surprise on the other person's face, nor even any questions that an ordinary person would have.
It was as if it was expected.
"If you react like that, I'll look a little stupid."
Qinghai Chuantang laughed and took out a fragment from the paper bag.
Unlike ordinary fragments, it is double-layered, with a small gap in the middle separating the two.
"I've read his historical reviews, and they were all critical of the restaurant."
"From previous photos, he always ordered single dishes in expensive restaurants, but the latest photo is a bit surprising, it shows a set menu."
"The plate with lace decorations is what you use to distinguish him from other diners, so after finding out who uploaded the photo, I immediately sent him a private message."
"Apologize for not providing a meal that suits his taste. Then invite him to come at noon, free of charge, of course. After that, find an excuse to send the attendant away, such as asking him to run errands or something."
He restrained the man with a tablecloth and then roughly stuffed the bread into his mouth.
"To be honest, killing someone for such a small matter seems quite unnecessary."
Qinghai Chuantang stared at him and asked, "So I'm curious, who is the person who took advantage of your killing intent? Is he the same person you mentioned before?"
Thanks to the food review website.
His restaurant's ranking was getting lower and lower, and he had fewer and fewer customers.
Next month's rent and the waiter's salary became a problem.
"I don't know who he is. I just feel that he seems to be a person who doesn't care about death."
Sawai turned around and leaned on the railing, looking at the iron tower in the distance.
"He only said that his name was 'Aoi'."
After saying this, he fumbled in his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes.
"It's a shame for a chef as good as you to succumb to such idle malice."
Qinghai Chuantang sighed, then continued: "Although in the end, it may not be possible to convict due to insufficient evidence, I will still inform the police of the result."
"Killing is wrong, although that person's actions were indeed a bit annoying."
This does not give him the right to deprive the other person of his life.
If everyone can make such a big mess because of such a small matter and vent their emotions wantonly, then what is the use of laws? How can we talk about order?
She is not a police officer and has no right or obligation to catch the criminal. She can even choose to keep the matter secret.
But she didn't want to do that.
"So you are the messenger of justice?"
Qinghai Chuantang shook his head.
"I am not a messenger of justice, nor am I a partner of justice. If anyone else were to do the same, I would do the same thing. Besides, your reasons are not enough to impress me."
It's like killing the chef because the food today was not to your liking.
Just like the negative reviews on food delivery apps…if all of them are like this, then we can only declare it a failure…
Whether you agree or not in the end is not important...
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(End of this chapter)