I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 325 Conan Doyle Building, Useless Invitation Tickets
The sky began to rain heavily, and the originally blue sky was covered by dark clouds.

It was dark, and thunder flashed from time to time among the clouds, like a monster about to devour people.

The power of nature is still so awe-inspiring. When a thunder strikes, no one can withstand it except those talented and strange people.

"crash"

The rain fell very suddenly, and it didn't appear to grow gradually from a young age, it just poured down in one go.

Except for the setting sun, this kind of rainy weather can also bring out a sad atmosphere very well.

The hero and heroine in the play also broke up in this kind of weather. Even if it wasn't, after the breakup, it would suddenly rain like today.

A tragic figure is lying in a pool of blood, and the sky is pouring rain, as if weeping for this one character.

This method has been very common in various TV dramas, old-fashioned, classic, and useful.

Guangyou watched the rain scene through the car window, without any negative emotion in his heart.

Although the heavy rain sometimes brings out a sad atmosphere, but in many cases another feeling is comfortable.

The air after the rain is fresher, listen to the wonderful music played by nature, take out a classic book, and drink a cup of the best West Lake Longjing.

This kind of scene always makes people feel that you are gentle and elegant, but if you force such a move, it will feel like you have pretended to be better.

Guangyou is in a very good mood, what happened last night can make him happy for a long time.

Thinking about it, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

"Your smile is very rippling."

Conan gave Guangyou a nod, with a "I understand" smile on his face.

Guangyou shrugged, not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door if he didn't do anything wrong.

Even if there is a ghost knocking on the door, if it is a male ghost who urinates a little boy, that's all.

If it's a female ghost, turn a horror movie into an action movie.

It's not like there were no such movies in the previous life.

I have to say that Little Japan can still play.

Street names are different in every country, but there is one street that is an exception.

Most countries have a neighborhood called Chinatown.

There are three Chinatowns in Japan, namely Yokohama Chinatown, Kobe Nankincho, and Nagasaki Shinchi Chinatown.

The Chinatown I am going to this time is Yokohama Chinatown, one of the three Chinatowns.

Yokohama Chinatown is located in Yamashita Town, Naka District, Yokohama City, Japan. It has a history of [-] years. Most of the thousands of overseas Chinese living here are from China and Guangdong Province. It is the largest Chinatown in Asia.

Here, there are more than 200 Huaxia restaurants alone, most of which are from the southern part of Huaxia, and each maintains the original flavor of the cuisine.

Because of the many restaurants, this is also known as a "gourmet paradise", and Japanese people often bring their old and young to eat and visit here.

After driving to Chinatown, Guangyou was refreshed by a strong Chinese wind.

The antique gates, after looking at the Japanese or English of the shops on the street for a long time, the Chinese signboards here made Guangyou think for a moment that he had returned to his hometown.

Restaurants with a strong regional style, such as Jingcheng Hotel, Cantonese-style teahouses, and Sichuan-style antiques, abound here.

Even if it is raining, Chinatown is full of people.

Or alone, or in pairs, or with the whole family.

They all walked on the road in Chinatown with smiles on their faces.

Most of them speak pure Mandarin, and there are also some Sichuan accents, Cantonese, Hakka, and there is no lack of Japanese in these.

"There are so many people here."

Uncle Mao Li stood at the door with an umbrella, looking at the Chinatown with people coming and going, and he was a little surprised.

Perhaps because of Uncle 73, the name of the restaurant that Xiaolan got the coupons for was called Conan Doyle House.

It is almost inseparable because it pays tribute to the author of Sherlock Holmes.

It's just that this name is always a bit inconsistent in Chinatown.

In Guangyou's mind, there is always a prediction that this restaurant will either change its name or close down in the future. After all, there is a restaurant with a western name in Chinatown, which always feels a bit inappropriate.

In fact, just as Guangyou thought, the owner of this restaurant was originally a Sherlock Holmes fan, so he chose this name as a tribute.

However, after five years, the restaurant was unable to make ends meet, and finally had to change its name to Huaxing Building, which means the rise of Huaxia.

I don't know if it's because of the name or something else, but the business of the restaurant that changed its name is booming and making money every day.

These are all things
Stepping into Conan Doyle Building, the waiter standing at the door is also Chinese, but he grew up in Japan.

"Do you have a reservation for the four?"

The male waiter stepped forward and bowed slightly, asking with a smile.

"Please wait a moment."

As Xiaolan spoke, she took out the coupon from her pocket and handed it over, "This coupon should belong to your restaurant, right?"

The waiter nodded after looking at it: "Yes, please show me the coupon."

After taking a look at the coupon, the waiter smiled apologetically and bowed slightly: "Sorry, it is indeed a coupon from our restaurant, but this coupon cannot be used now."

"You said this coupon can't be used?"

Xiaolan "took" the coupon from the waiter, and said doubtfully, "But this is your store?"

The waiter smiled wryly, and just as he was about to explain, Uncle Mao Li spoke.

"You can say it clearly now, why can't the hospitality coupons issued by your restaurant be used?"

Another tall, dark-skinned, fierce-looking male waiter put his hand on Uncle Maori's shoulder.He said politely: "Sir, if you have something to say, please go outside and talk about it?"

Seeing that man, Xiaolan felt a little fierce, with her hand still on Uncle Mao Li's shoulder, and what she said seemed to be an order to expel the guest.

Thinking about the coupon, she kicked up and landed firmly on the man's neck.

"You'd better not try to drive us out by brute force. We won't leave until you speak clearly."

Xiaolan's eyes were sharp, and her tone carried the final politeness, as if you would be knocked down by me if you use violence.

The male waiter looked fierce, but in fact he was cowardly. He couldn't be cowardly. After all, he was a customer, and those who didn't respect the customers couldn't do it here.

"That's right. This coupon has already stated that it can only be used on Sundays or holidays. You guys should check it out."

Xiaolan put her feet down quickly, and at the same time as Uncle Mao Li took out the coupon and looked at the instructions on it.

The restaurant is indeed not to blame for this wave, and these matters are clearly written in black fonts.

The scene became a little awkward in an instant.

The two stared at Peas and scratched their heads, the aura just now was gone forever.

"I see."

The two said in unison.

Realizing the mistake, I quickly apologized to the two waiters.

At the same time, Uncle Mao Li glanced at Xiaolan and complained, "Really, it's all because you didn't look carefully."

"It's not that you can't wait to come when you hear that it's free."

Not to be outdone, Xiaolan choked Uncle Mao Li directly.

"Sir, would you four like to have dinner here?"

Uncle Maori was at a loss for words for a while, what to eat, a lot of money, why don't you eat, driving to Kanagawa Prefecture to watch the rain is always a bit unwilling.

"Sir, can you give us a chance to dine with some of you."

(End of this chapter)