It was the smell of Mochizuki Misa.
Was this girl related to Mochizuki Misa?
He was also from the Adachi district, and looking at his age … he should be Mochizuki Misa's classmate.
Moribe Takeo was also aware of Misa's decision to return to high school. For supernatural beings like them, choosing to return to a normal life was not an unreasonable move.
Some middle-aged men with high positions and financial power liked high school and college girls the most. Wasn't it because they missed their school days?
Takeo retracted his gaze from Mai Sada and didn't ask about it in detail. It was such a small doubt. If he wanted to, he could go back and check the information.
He knew that his personal network had been recorded in the Supernatural Hall.
"Is the ramen in the restaurant a specialty?"
"Yes."
He simply ordered a glass of beer and some fried food. Finally, he looked at the dishes on the table around him and ordered a bowl of ramen.
Thirty-four out of five tables had ramen on them. The specialty of this restaurant was not ramen, so it seemed that this was the specialty.
Only the Island nation's food was expensive, and the explosives were sold at the root. Otherwise, with the Island nation's habit of blowing up everything, the citizens' figures would have been seriously out of shape.
As soon as they walked to the front desk, Mai Sada kept winking at Mizuno.
"Did you see that? The person sitting there seems to be Moribe Takeo."
"Is he here for you, Minister Yuriwaku?"
Mai Sada was able to convey so much information just by winking.
"It's okay, he's not coming for me."
Mizuno shook his head slightly. He didn't care about Moribe Takeo's identity for now. Since he was here today, he was a customer.
However, Takeo really had the talent to be a detective. He was like Maori Kogoro.
He said that he was going to look for Tamamo no Mae, and he really did find her 'main body'.
Making a mistake was also a skill, but this Maori Kogoro did not have a Shinigami student with him. Even if he just stood in front of him, Takeo did not have the ability to recognize him at a glance.
Even with Takahashi's poor Sharingan, Mizuno has the ability to get away with it.
The dishes that Takeo ordered were all dishes that could be prepared immediately. He only needed to fry them in the wok.
"Please enjoy."
Sada Masanori served a few types of fried food and beer. Not counting the ramen, the price of these dishes had exceeded 1,000 yen.
Money makes one unyielding.
Eating was a technical job for Takeo. His right arm was broken, so he could only use his left hand. Therefore, he couldn't achieve the refreshing feeling of grabbing meat with one hand and wine with the other.
Creak, creak.
The taste of tempura shrimp was not much different from roadside fried food stores. There were many fried food on the street. Perhaps it was also considered that the level of the chefs was different. No matter what it was, it could be eaten after it was coated with flour and fried in the wok.
Takeo ordered a luxurious big bowl of ramen. It was very sumptuous. Eggs, barbecued pork, kelp, and so on were piled up. It barely lived up to the price of 3,000 yen.
"Slurp slurp."
He politely put it into his mouth with a slurp, and after the first bite, Shoubu stopped moving.
His eyes widened under the sunglasses as if he saw something incomprehensible.
Then the second bite, the third bite.
"This noodles …" Moribe Takeo's eyes lit up.
He was not a person who often ate out. He didn't have money before, and later he didn't have the mood. Every day he ate nutritious and healthy food served by the government.
Most of the food made by merchants looked very exquisite, but maybe because of the change in his mood, he always felt something was missing when he ate it.
But this bowl of noodles was different. After eating it, the smooth feeling suddenly made him happy.
There was no exaggerated clothes bursting, no metaphysics of full strength after eating it, and no tears of remembering the taste of his mother — his mother didn't die, and he could eat the food made by his mother when he returned to Osaka.
Cool, only cool, just cool.
"Customer, is there a problem with this bowl of noodles?"
Mai Sada wished Moribe Takeo could go away immediately. But Takeo's stunned look made her heart clench.
Could it be that the legendary head of defense had discovered something?
Moribe Takeo suddenly turned into a flame giant, and Mizuno took off the sheep disguise and pulled out his long sword. Minister Yuriwaku, who was invincible in swordsmanship, and Moribe Takeo fought fiercely. The Adachi District was turned into a scorched land.
The sword flashed, and the fire hell.
Mai Sada's little brain thought a lot for a moment. She hated that she didn't have a supernatural ability, or else she and Mizuno would beat up Takeo's dog head.
Just one bite made Takeo appreciate it from the bottom of his heart: "Not bad, this bowl of noodles is really good."
"Hey?"
Was the big demon's noodles drugged?
Moribe Takeo was fascinated.
Mizuno was not surprised by Takeo's reaction. This was the favorite food of the ninjas in the world of Naruto. It seemed to have an indescribable temptation for the Kage ninjas and ordinary ninjas.
Although it was not as popular as hamburger among the new generation, it was still the top food in Naruto.
The long-lasting ramen was enough to prove that it had an inseparable connection with Chakra!
This was another strong evidence that Ichigo's surname was Otsutsuki.
Other people who ate Mizuno's ramen would at most feel that the taste was quite good, refreshing and pleasant, and wonder how the chef developed such a delicious soup base and chewy noodles.
But Moribe Takeo, who had Chakra, had an instant chemical reaction when he met this Otsutsuki Ichigo's ramen.
It seemed that this bowl of noodles was the most suitable food for him.
Although it didn't make the Reiki in his body abnormal, his mood was suddenly enlightened.
His depressed mood was washed away by this bowl of ramen. What was the mystery of the fox demon, the trace of Tamamo no Mae, was it more important than the coming catastrophe?
People should grasp the life in front of them.
Moribe Takeo hurriedly ate the bowl of noodles and said to Mai Sada: "One more, no, two more bowls."
Takeo didn't order ordinary noodle soup. Ordinary noodle soup consisted of noodles, pork bone soup, barbecued pork, eggs, and chopped green onions.
The deluxe version was a whole layer of luxurious noodles with barbecued pork and other ingredients. It cost three thousand yen.
Compared to Ichigo's ramen, which was aimed at foreign tourists and people who didn't lack money, it was definitely cheaper, but it was more than three times more expensive than the ramen of the roadside grandpa.
The grandpa didn't have any operating costs, so he pushed a cart around at night, wandering in Shimocho or Toshimocho. Usually, a bowl could be solved for five or six hundred yen.
Sanitary conditions … He hadn't seen the back kitchen of a big ramen restaurant, so he just fooled his mind.
Although the price was expensive, Mizuno had a pair of god hands, and Ichigo's ramen was worth the price.
Including the previous bowl of noodles, it was nine thousand yen, a day's salary for a young man who just graduated.
Mai Sada saw that Takeo had a salary of fifty million yen, the kind after tax. She didn't know how much money he had secretly given her. Even if he ate thirty bowls of noodles every day, he wouldn't be able to spend it all.
Moribe Takeo finished a bowl of noodles, but he still hadn't finished. Mai Sada didn't have the right to drive him away, so she had to raise two fingers to Mizuno.
Adding the soup, scooping up the noodles, and adding the ingredients, all in one go.
Two bowls of noodles were brought to Takeo's table, but they lasted for a few minutes. He stacked the big bowls together and said readily, "Two more bowls, please."
"Slurp, slurp."
"Again!"
"Slurp, slurp."
"Again!"
He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and had an ordinary face. Otherwise, he would have been recognized by the customers in the shop.
"That customer has a big appetite."
Haibu Sha also noticed Moribe Takeo, who had been eating non-stop. Seeing that there were five small bowls piled up, she was a little worried about the customer's health.
This customer, please don't get a stomach ache.
"It's a good thing to be able to eat."
"How can a restaurant owner be afraid that people won't have enough to eat?"
The five bowls of luxury noodles that Moribe Takeo had finished had brought a turnover of 15,000 yuan to the restaurant. Although the cost had to be deducted … Haibu Restaurant didn't have rent, and the ingredients were just ordinary ingredients.
Hui Lisha had discussed it with the supplier. It was a common ingredient and did not cost a lot of money.
As long as you have money, you don't have to worry about how much you eat.
Since Moribe Takeo had sneaked over, Mizuno couldn't just drive him away. It was also a bad idea to use the fox doppelganger to give him hints.
A thousand miles of dike could be destroyed by an ant's nest. A little suspicion could expose his identity as the mastermind behind the scenes.
Wasn't it just eating? If the situation really went wrong, Mizuno could use the skill that had reached LV3 to reduce the deliciousness of Ichiki's Ramen to — mixing shit in the noodles!
This wasn't something impossible. After all, at the level of Ichiki, he was already the god of ramen, unpredictable!
Ichiki was the one who developed the irresistible and unreasonable weight-loss ramen.
The more he ate, the more he ate, the more he ate. He was obviously consuming calories, but his body was getting thinner and thinner. It was a slap in the face of the universe.
If such a weight-loss food appeared in the real world, needless to say, it would definitely create the world's richest man!
It was no exaggeration to say that obesity was a worldwide health problem. Amelica alone spent about 200 billion dollars a year on treating obesity-related diseases. A man's beer belly was centripetal obesity. Centripetal obesity could lead to coronary heart disease, myocardial infarction, cerebral thrombosis, breast cancer, liver and kidney failure …
Women spent a lot of money and IQ tax every year to maintain their body shape. This was a super blue ocean that both men and women could use.
Well, in the future, if he was invincible, he could totally invent weight-loss delicious food, which could be considered as a contribution to the six billion people on earth.
As for the remaining one billion people … They didn't even have enough food to eat, so it was ridiculous to think about weight loss.
However, before Mizuno could gradually mix shit in the ramen, Takeo finally stopped after eating ten bowls of noodles.
The mountain of bowls was already on the verge of collapse.
"It's still not enough."
Mizuno shook his head. The appetite of these ten bowls of noodles, in the ninja circle of Konoha, was probably at the low end of the chain of contempt.
It was too far away from the first place of Hinata's forty-six bowls of noodles.
However, it was also possible that his body was full of Chakra, and after a battle, his appetite would increase a lot.
Satisfied, Takeo slumped on the chair and asked for a cup of warm tea.
Today was really a good meal.
After eating ten bowls of noodles, the new and old customers in the restaurant all looked at Moribe Takeo.
They already knew that this restaurant was famous and had even been on a TV show. Could it be that they were filming a show about a big eater, so they invited a big eater to eat here?
But what about the filming? Secretly filming?
Noticing the gazes of the people around him, Moribe Takeo awkwardly finished his tea, walked to the front desk, and found his wallet, "How much is it?"
Mai Sada used her identity as the top student of Runde Girls' School and directly said the number, "31240 yen, a glass of Asahi draft beer 750 yen …"
"Hey …" Takeo took out the money from his bag. Although his status was frighteningly high now, Moribe Takeo's bag was still filled with banknotes of various denominations.
He wasn't a professional food critic, but after eating so many bowls of ramen, he felt that he should give a good compliment.
Taste, ingredients, soup base, materials, knife skills, emotions, history, craftsmanship, and so on, the more mysterious it was, the better it was. It made people feel that it was a great dish, and it made people sigh with emotion for the birth of such a dish.
But this was too difficult for Takeo's stupid mouth.
The words swirled in his stomach filled with ramen, and Takeo gave a thumbs up, "It's delicious."
The word delicious was enough to describe it. If it was in any other restaurant, after being praised by the supernatural minister, it would probably be framed and hung up.
"Thank you," Mizuno said with a smile while cooking, "It's best if you're satisfied."
If you're still not satisfied, I'm going to put sh * t in the noodles!
"I'll do my best to promote this delicious bowl of noodles," Takeo thought about his own "interests" for the first time in a long time.
He probably wouldn't be able to eat such delicious noodles if he left Tokyo, and if he invited others to Osaka, he wouldn't be able to do so.
If he did his best to promote the noodles, what if this noodle restaurant became popular and decided to open branches all over the Island nation, just like Yilan Ramen?
"Ha."
Mizuno's knife paused, and he smiled bitterly. "Thank you for your concern, but I'm still a high school student. My energy is still focused on my studies, and I don't have the time to make noodles."
Moribe Takeo was too stubborn. He wasn't just being polite. After he said that, the Supernatural Hall might really take action.
After Moribe Takeo left the kitchen unwillingly, Dark Crow, which had been circling outside, slowly returned to its position.
The Hell Legion. Tokyo had been planning to hunt down the black birds in the city, but after some consideration, they gave up. Too much investment might not be effective.
The birds that had transformed into demons were obviously not ordinary birds. Even if all the birds in Tokyo were killed, they could still appear if they wanted to.
However, just because they couldn't hunt down birds didn't mean they couldn't hunt down other things.
"Doo."
Dark Crow pecked at the feathers on its body. It was silent, but it had its own unique observation.
The number of homeless people in Tokyo had decreased recently. It looked like they had moved to construction sites, but some had other places to go. The whole city looked more civilized. However, no matter how much the city changed, the organizing committee seemed to be reconsidering the 2020 Tokyo Olympics.
They also wondered if they should change the name of the Olympics to the Normal Human Olympic Games.