On the top of the building
“Where is this fragrance coming from?”
Iguma Jimon, a member of the Mitsushima Royal Guard, his partner is the Dolphin Factor's Chitose Natsuki.
He is the bastard who, in order to embezzle the mission reward, had Chitose Natsuki, a ten-year-old child, shoot and kill his colleague.
Just a few hours ago, Iguma Jimon got separated from a large group of Originimals during a battle,
He and 29 other members of the Mitsushima Royal Guard are currently in a derelict building waiting for orders.
Countless monsters are tearing through the forest, but they don't care about that anymore, their new mission is to find the Hiruko Combine and seize the box.
The group remained silent, silently munching on their rations.
With a burst of savory aroma, a rich smell wafted in, and the police officers in the building all smelled the aroma of fried rice with eggs.
The fragrant fried eggs blended with the savory aroma of the fried rice, 1+1 > 2, hmm... there's also a hint of black pepper.
Those who smelled the aroma instantly felt their rations lose their appeal.
“Ah, is there anyone cooking fried rice with fire here?”
Iguma Jimon was quite shocked.
One of the colleagues took out his phone to check the information, and the next moment he exclaimed.
“Damn, there's someone setting up a stall downstairs in the square selling fried rice, and it's 1000 Dan per serving?”
The information in this statement was too much, and it instantly shocked the police officers in the building.
Setting up a stall at the front line, selling fried rice?
Are they crazy?
Although 1000 Dan per serving is quite profitable, you can’t make money that way, right?
Other people are working hard to earn money, you are making money by risking your life, right?
So, the police officers who had been eating their rations to get by stopped their actions.
The 1000 Dan fried rice was expensive, but they felt it was worth the price in this place.
They exchanged glances, and without a word, they all headed downstairs.
From afar, several police officers who had been hungry all day were dumbfounded as they watched the fried rice being tossed high in the air from the stall’s iron pan. They subconsciously swallowed their saliva.
The stall owner was clearly a master, each time he scooped it up, it had a rhythmic feel to it,
The fried rice in the pan was like a work of art, the golden eggs and white rice were intertwined, each grain of rice was plump and full of elasticity, and you could tell it was delicious just by looking at it.
“Boss, give me a serving too.”
Iguma Jimon was the first to speak up, having just gotten a windfall, he had plenty of money.
“Coming right up~”
Natsuki put down the half-eaten fried rice in her hand, turned around and started the fire.
First, she cracked an egg into the oil pan and quickly stirred it evenly.
When the eggs were half-cooked, she added the rice!
Boom!
The flames burst up.
Natsuki quickly flipped the rice with a smooth and effortless movement.
The rice flew up and down and then separated grain by grain.
The eggs and rice were mixed evenly.
When the two were perfectly combined.
She added salt and pepper for flavoring.
In an instant, it trapped all the fragrance.
This is flame cooking, the essence of Chinese cuisine.
Golden Egg Fried Rice!
Originally, the best fried rice with eggs should be covered with a lid, but the cunning Natsuki didn't do that, she deliberately let the aroma spread.
It was at the last moment when it was served, the steaming aroma of the fried rice with eggs suddenly dispersed, and the even richer fragrance spread through the air.
Those nearby were instantly attracted, their bodies unconsciously leaned in.
The fried rice in the tray reflected a golden light, like gold, dazzling and captivating.
Even those who didn't know cooking could feel that this fried rice was full of art, this fried rice had a 'soul' just by looking at it.
The guards who were still hesitating subconsciously swallowed their saliva.
“Give us a bowl to try too.”
Natsuki didn't refuse, she quickly cooked a steaming bowl of fried rice within three minutes.
Jimon was the first to pay and take the rice. He quickly scooped it up with a spoon.
As he put it in his mouth, he was shocked by the exquisite taste of the fried rice.
“Delicious, it’s so delicious!”
With one bite, each grain of rice had absorbed the oily fragrance of the fried eggs, becoming plump and elastic, as if they were jumping on his tongue, bringing an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
The addition of black pepper was the finishing touch, slightly spicy but not harsh, adding a layer of depth and flavor to the entire dish, making people intoxicated by it.
Especially at this time of night when he was hungry, a bowl of steaming fried rice brought him endless warmth and satisfaction.
Jimon didn't know how to describe the taste of this fried rice, he could only say that even if he were to be killed the next moment, he would feel no regrets.
(Hiruko Kageyori: As you wish.)
Soon, all the police officers had a serving, and their reactions to eating the fried rice were surprisingly consistent.
“This taste is amazing!”
The eyes of the many guards lit up instantly.
Fighting all day long was a huge drain on their physical and mental strength.
They were tired and hungry, this bite of fried rice filled their bellies, their fatigue vanished, their energy was replenished, and they instantly felt refreshed.
“Boss, give me another bowl.”
“I want some too!”
“I want another serving, 1000 Dan, little sister, take it quickly!”
No one who had tried the fried rice thought 1000 Dan was expensive, they even thought the boss was selling it too cheaply.
The way they scrambled to pay shocked the other people who were still watching.
“Is it really that smooth?”
“1000 Dan for a serving of fried rice, are you really willing to pay that much?”
“So, I’m the only poor one?”
After grumbling a few words, someone took a step forward,
but those who knew better were faster.
“Boss, how many servings of fried rice do you have left, I’ll take them all.”
A man in a well-tailored suit, with gray hair, came in front of Natsuki, he was the steward of Shima Heavy Industries, in charge of the Sky Ladder (super electromagnetic railgun) startup project.
Normally, with his status, he would look down on street stalls, but there were no conditions to cook on the front line, having a hot meal was already good enough.
His subordinates flattered him by bringing him a serving of fried rice,
One bite and the steward was instantly amazed, he knew that his young mistress was a big foodie, this delicious fried rice must be brought to her to taste.
His voice stunned the police officers around him.
What’s going on, that’s the steward of Shima Heavy Industries, this kind of person is also eating fried rice? And it’s such expensive fried rice, are rich people all fools?
“Ignorant!”
The steward's assistant snorted, can this fried rice be ordinary fried rice? Do you believe that if you changed the plate and served it to the Holy Emperor, the Holy Emperor would also praise it and buy it?
“There are 25 servings left, three are reserved, 22 left.”
Natsuki looked at the counter and said,
If this person didn’t buy them all, she was ready to leave, looking at the time, Chitose Natsuki, the little loli, was still defending the Sky Ladder against monsters.
She was afraid that something would happen if she went too late, the three servings of fried rice were for her and Enju.
“If you want them all, it’ll cost you 22,000 Dan.”
The steward nodded, and motioned for his assistant to pay.
Natsuki also happily started the fire, cooking 6 servings at a time, in four batches.
As she tossed the pan, the steaming hot fried rice was tossed into the air time and time again, the fresh, rich aroma was even more tempting, the police officers who hadn't bought fried rice earlier were all regretting their decision.
How could rich people be fools? It was them who were foolish, there was once a delicious dish in front of them, they thought it was too expensive and missed it.
But they wouldn’t dare to snatch it from the steward.
Jimon finished his serving, looked at the stall and then at the steward, he opened his mouth and hesitated to ask, “Steward Shima, can you share some fried rice with me?”
The steward looked up at him and said, “Mitsushima Royal Guard, I see you did well this morning, I’ll give you a break.”
“Thank you,” Jimon bowed to thank him, silently paying the steward's assistant.
“Boss, I don’t need to cook this one yet, just mark it as a reservation. When you leave this area, if you see a little girl named Natsuki, give it to her, if not, then forget it.”
Natsuki’s movements paused as she was cooking, she looked at Jimon unexpectedly, this person was not completely hopeless.
The human heart is so complex, he could order the little loli to kill someone in the morning, and in the evening, when there was good food, he could still remember her.
“Okay, I’ll give her this serving.”