Lao Hu frowned and chewed sushi - it was actually rice balls with vinegar, and ate cold sashimi - it was actually raw fish. He took one bite and sighed, as if As if swallowing poison, he glanced at Fang Lin and said:
"Awake? Come and have something to eat.WWw.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.Com"
Fang Lin nodded, stretched, poured some tea, rinsed his mouth, spit it out, and sat down. If the Japanese tea ceremony master who made the tea saw it, he would have to yell at him. This cup of tea is made from Japan's famous Ureshino tea is carefully brewed. You must know that most Japanese tea is green tea, which is unfermented or semi-fermented. The production method is steaming and drying. There are also fried ones, such as Ureshino tea and Liuqing tea from Kyushu, but they are very rare. It is also quite expensive and worth a lot of money. You should be calm and solemn before soaking and drinking. I didn’t expect that this expensive thing was regarded as a cup of mouthwash!
Fang Lin stretched his body, but felt that if he wanted to eat, it would be extremely awkward to sit on his knees or cross his legs. Unfortunately, the only table was occupied by Hu Huahao, so he simply folded up the tatami mat where he was sleeping. Three times five divided by two made a cushion and I felt much more comfortable after sitting on it. He imitated Old Hu and sat with his legs spread out. He took a few more bites of the food in front of him, threw his chopsticks and said in disgust:
"Fuck, how can I eat this? I don't even want to put salt in it, and it's still raw!"
He suddenly saw the candles next to him that were lit with elegance. His eyes lit up. He tore apart the bamboo-paper door three times and divided it into two. He lit a small fire and burned the fish fillet. Put it on the barbecue, dip it in some soy sauce and fry it. After a while, the aroma burst out. Hu Huahao looked on and felt that this move made sense, so he came directly to enjoy the fruits of Fang Lin's labor. Eating it this way, I feel it has a unique flavor. Fang Lin was busy barbecuing when he suddenly remembered something and said:
"Lao Hu, how did you get in?"
Hu Huahao slapped him on the head and angrily said:
"No big or small! Call me Uncle Lei! ***, I don't know how I got into this damn place."
Then he sighed sadly and said:
"One night I paid homage to Jiajia's mother, and when I was drinking and going downstairs, she came in unknowingly."
Fang Lin's eyes flashed and he said:
"It seems to be quite similar to what I speculated. There are two ways to enter here: First, one's strength should be quite strong, much stronger than ordinary people, and one should have a very strong obsession in his heart. There is a very small probability of entering by yourself when going down the stairs. The second is that people like me who can see nightmare marks in the real world are led in, and there should be relatively few people like me, otherwise they will not be found in the space. People like me set rewards.”
Lao Hu glared at him and said:
"Stop being here, Meimei. Why are you thinking so much? Hurry up and grill the fish. It's business."
"Okay, Lao Hu."
"You still dare to scream?"
"I was wrong, Old Hu."
“…..”
However, Japan has frequent earthquakes, so most of the buildings are light and flammable. Fang Lin lit a fire and barbecue so recklessly, and soon a big hole was burned in the wooden floor. The waitress who came in to deliver the food was immediately frightened when she saw it. He shouted and bowed repeatedly:
"Sir, please don't do this."
"Sir, please don't do this."
"Sir, please don't do this."
Fang Lin was a man who went his own way. When he saw that the fire was going out, he didn't care what others said. Instead, he tore off the bamboo paper wall next door with a "tear" sound and threw it into the fire, making the fire even more prosperous. The waitress was stunned and before she could speak, a group of Japanese men in kimonos next door stood up immediately, took out their knives and walked over, saying fiercely:
"Baga! Are you here to cause trouble and want to die?"
Fang Lin didn't even look at them and carefully spread soy sauce on the fish fillets. Hu Huahao frowned and said:
"Why do you always have to have me wipe your ass for everything you do?"
Fang Lin said confidently:
"Because my barbecue skills are better than yours. How about we switch? Oh! It's burnt."
This sentence immediately silenced Old Hu. He stood up suddenly and kicked the leader of the Japanese in the standard "Iai" sword-drawing stance. The guy immediately fell silent. It flew straight for seven or eight meters, crashing through five or six partition walls along the way. Finally, it hit the pillar in the lobby hard and slid down. Blood gurgled out of its mouth, and it seemed that the air was flowing out more. Less energy.
A person next to the poor guy screamed in fear and anger. Just as he pulled out the knife from his waist, Hu Huahao's palm took it and twisted it, and then he gently and skillfully twisted the knife, sheath and the arm holding the knife together. A whiff of twist! The screams immediately started to sound extremely shrill. He was rolling on the ground in pain, with snot and tears streaming down his face.
The rest of the people were horrified when they saw this kind of power. The guys who rushed behind immediately learned the lesson, took two steps back, looked at each other, their legs were trembling and they didn't know what to say. Fang Lin looked at the side. The waitress with her mouth wide open said happily:
"Please scoop me a bowl of rice. If there is pork or beef, please bring some portions, as well as chili, clear sauce, Sichuan peppercorns, garlic, and ginger."
The waitress didn't know what to say at all. She nodded tremblingly, bowed and took a few steps back, then ran away as if running away. Seeing the group of troublemakers shivering and starting to retreat, Fang Lin suddenly pointed at a person and said:
"come here."
The man was horrified, but he didn't dare to disobey him. He walked to Fang Lin's side, nodded and bowed and said:
"Don't you know why you want to see me?"
Unfortunately, his waist was almost bent in half. Fang Lin smiled and said:
"May I have your name?"
He spoke in an understatement, but with the tragic situation of the two people in front of him, his words already had a kind of intimidation that no one could look at. The man said with sincerity and fear:
"Kazuo Shimoyamaguchi."
"Yamaguchi, you should be very familiar with this city. Please introduce to me the basic situation of community activities in this city."
At this time, the waitress had already hurriedly brought what Fang Lin wanted. Fang Lin saw that the samurai sword on Yamaguchi Kazuo's waist was quite sharp, so he pulled it out and wiped it, then cut the pork carelessly, and it was done in an instant. I ordered a portion of white pork with garlic paste and ate it happily with the steaming rice.
Hu Huahao ate the bullshit Japanese food for a long time, and his mouth was filled with tears. When he saw it, he immediately picked up the wooden bowl with rice in his hands and grabbed the food. From Yamaguchi Kazuo's mouth, I have a certain understanding of the current situation in Naira City.
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