Chen Feng went inside to change his clothes and came out, looking at Miyazawa Huixiang, who had not changed and was still wearing a kimono, and said with a smile: "Miss Huixiang, you came to me so late, do you want to invite me to supper?"
” "Why not, I know there's a good ramen shop around here."
Emika Miyazawa crossed her hands underneath and nodded at Chen Feng.
"Since it's Miss Huixiang's recommendation, of course you can't miss it, it just so happens that I also have something I want to ask you, why don't we go out and talk while eating?"
Chen Feng said to her.
"Okay."
Keika Miyazawa also did not object.
Although Emika Miyazawa is an onmyoji, Chen Feng knows that she is not only an onmyoji, she is usually an urban white-collar worker, and only on weekends will she return to the temple on the mountain to practice, which is why she appeared here so soon.
After the two left the hotel, they called a taxi, and Emika Miyazawa gave the taxi driver an address, and soon the taxi left the hotel and stopped at the destination.
This is a small noodle house on the side of the road, the house is all made of wood, the place is very small, in front of the noodle shop, there are only five small stools, at this point in time, there are still people eating noodles on it, and it seems that the business is quite good.
"This noodle house is a family-run business, since the Edo period in Japan, the family has been making ramen for a living, and it still insists to this day, all the ramen in their family is made by hand, and they refuse to use any machine instead of hand, you must not think that this small ramen house has received five Michelin stars."
Emika Miyazawa introduced the history of this noodle house to Chen Feng, but it caused Chen Feng's insectivore, and it was able to persist until now, this ramen is definitely extraordinary, and if anyone else had changed, I am afraid that the machine would have been introduced and large-scale operation would have been carried out.
Chen Feng and Emika Miyazawa sat down in front of the noodle house, and a noodle house owner in his forties gave them a congratulatory salute before asking them what they wanted.
Chen Feng and Emika Miyazawa ordered one of their most famous ramen, and it wasn't long before the ramen was served, complete with a few small plates of Japanese specialties.
Although it was just some shredded cucumbers or something, after they cooked, the taste had improved by more than one level, especially the strength of the ramen, which surprised Chen Feng, he was originally a person with high requirements for food, and this bowl of ramen was appreciated by him, which is enough to show that this bowl of ramen is extraordinary.
The ramen bowl placed in front of Chen Feng and Emika Miyazawa is bigger than their faces, and the ramen in the bowl is definitely full of weight, enough for diners to enjoy until they enjoy it.
Just when Chen Feng and they were feasting, several drunken men came over with a mouthful of wine, and the boss of the opposite house yelled, Chen Feng's Japanese was just average, and ordinary simple conversations could deal with a few sentences, like these guys spoke vague Japanese, Chen Feng couldn't understand it, but looking at their arrogant appearance, and the fear on the face of the owner of the noodle house, I'm afraid they wouldn't say anything good.
At this time, seeing the owner of the noodle house take out a few large denominations of yen and hand them to them, those people were satisfied to put it away, and took a few tastes of sake on the table of the noodle house, and when they were about to leave, they suddenly saw Miyazawa Huixiang wearing a traditional Japanese kimono next to Chen Feng, and those guys glanced at each other, and a malicious expression suddenly appeared on their faces.
A few people stepped forward to tease Miyazawa Huixiang with the intention of drinking, but Chen Feng glanced at them with his spare eyes, couldn't help but shake his head, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and continued to eat his ramen, and didn't bother to warn these guys who were not afraid of death, they actually teased an onmyoji, this is not looking for fun, this is looking for death.
"Yo!
Beauty, come out to eat in the middle of the night, so lonely, why don't you go with a few buddies to have fun?
Those drunken guys, not afraid of death, stretched out their groping hands to Emika Miyazawa.
Miyazawa Huixiang frowned slightly, put down her chopsticks, put up her sword finger, put it on her lips, and recited a yin and yang spell, in the eyes of these drunken guys, a woman who was originally as beautiful as a fairy suddenly turned into a big tiger with hanging eyes, opened her bloody mouth, and pounced on them.
"Ahh There are tigers. ” When the drunken guys saw a huge tiger pounce on them, they were immediately frightened, and in the eyes of the other diners, where was there a big tiger, I am afraid that these guys were not drunk and had a vision.
And Miyazawa Huixiang smiled at Chen Feng as if she was fine, and like him, she continued to eat the ramen in the bowl, just now for them, it was just a small thing, not enough to arouse their interest at all.
Only the owner of the noodle house, his body trembled, looking a little scared, just now he was closest to Miyazawa Huixiang, naturally he could hear the mysterious spell she recited, and the onmyoji has a high status in Japan, and the onmyoji is also the most mysterious group, and ordinary people respect them like gods.
After Chen Feng and Miyazawa Huixiang finished eating, the owner of the noodle house said that he would not accept their money for anything, and even bent down to send them away respectfully, until the backs of Chen Feng and Miyazawa Huixiang disappeared, and the owner of the noodle house was still bending down in the direction they left.
"There's a big devil in China who has come to Japan, and I want to find out his whereabouts."
The two of them didn't take a car, just walked back on the side of the road, like a walk, Chen Feng and her walked to a river before they stopped and said to Miyazawa Huixiang.
"To be able to let Mr.
Chen run in person, this devil must be very powerful."
Eika Miyazawa was not surprised, because she was wearing a kimono and clogs, so when she walked, she could only walk with small steps, and in this late three o'clock night, it became a unique scenery.
Tokyo, Japan, is a city that never sleeps, and the izakaya and KTV at 3 o'clock in the morning are still crowded, and the streets are full of refrigerated ham, if you don't look at the time, you still think it's only ten o'clock in the evening.
"It's very powerful, even I'm not his opponent, fortunately, this demon is seriously injured, and it is estimated that his strength is now at most less than twenty percent, so I dare to come and chase him."
Chen Feng said solemnly.
"You want me to help you find him?"
Emika Miyazawa nodded, she knew that Chen Feng's strength was very powerful, and she was by no means alarmist.
"That's right, you're a Japanese onmyoji, and you have a lot more ways than an outsider like me."
Chen Feng admitted.
"Okay, I'll help you open the altar when you go back later, and use yin-yang magic to find the whereabouts of this demon."
Keika Miyazawa didn't think too much about it, and agreed to help Chen Feng's help in one bite.