Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Sekiro

Lu Mingfei came to sit in front of the Guanyin statue and worshiped.

There are ghost Buddhas burning with blue flames in many places in Ashina. By praying at the ghost Buddhas, he can recover from his injuries.

Therefore, he felt grateful towards the Buddha statue. Although the one here was not a Buddha statue but Guanyin, he also prayed with awe.

He was expecting a response, but Guanyin might have official duties to help with, or maybe he didn't want to go to work today, but nothing happened anyway.

After walking out of the main hall, he went to ask for a limited number of guards.

Amulets are like amulets that have been blessed in temples, but they are only valid for one year.

A guard needs to be replaced every year, and different guards have different functions.

For example, if you want to improve your studies, you should buy a study watch. A mother who is preparing to give birth needs to bring a birth control watch, but you can't buy it randomly.

Lu Mingfei asked for a scholar's book, which contained scriptures copied by monks.

The monk told him that after wearing it for a year, if he felt that his wish had come true, he could take it back to the temple to renew his power. If you feel that your wishes are not coming true, then burn them.

He hopes that the courses in American universities will not be too difficult. He heard that Americans implement an education model that is sweet first and then bitter.

The courses before college were very relaxed. I worked from 9 to 3 and did whatever I wanted in my free time. Once I went to college, the courses became intense.

American parents no longer provide tuition and living expenses for their children when they go to college. They have to work hard to earn scholarships and study hard to get credits to prevent being ordered to drop out.

Of course, children can also borrow money from their parents, but they must pay it back after working, including interest.

Books in the United States are very expensive. A brand-new textbook can be sold for US$200, which is unimaginable for Chinese students.

Students are not idiots, and naturally they are not willing to pay such a high price to buy a textbook that only lasts for one semester. Most of them rent a second-hand copy in the market and return it when it is used up.

Lu Mingfei was not worried about this problem. Professor Guderian took care of all his tuition and book fees. After deducting these expenses from the US$36,000, the remaining money was enough for him to spend his days and nights.

He walked around Sensoji Temple for a long time and asked the monks about the legends of "Ashina" and "Sakura Dragon" using the words he had practiced long ago.

The whole morning passed like this, and he found nothing. Even the eminent monks at Sensoji Temple could not help him.

Helpless, he could only solve the lunch problem first.

Genji Heavy Industries, building office.

There was a paper document in front of Yuan Zhisheng, with the title "S-Class Lu Mingfei" written in five bold characters.

As early as May, he obtained this file.

As the executive officer of the Japanese branch of Kassel College, he has the right to view this top-secret file.

"Crow, what do you think?" He raised his head and looked at the man standing to one side.

"I can't see through him, young master."

"This resume is too ordinary. Would an S-class be such an ordinary person?"

Yuan Zhisheng originally wanted to say "such a waste", but drawing a conclusion prematurely is a very stupid thing.

"Why do you think he came to Japan?" he asked again.

"Maybe he's just here for a trip." Crow said, "He's a new student and hasn't even entered school yet. I think he just wants to go to the maid cafe in Akihabara to eat a bowl of omurice with the magic of love."

"It makes sense." Yuan Zhisheng nodded: "Didn't it say on his resume that his favorite things are playing games and watching the latest Japanese anime at home?"

Yuan Zhisheng stood up and looked at the Tokyo Tower in the distance from the tall building. "It makes sense, but I thought all S-class men were strong and domineering men like Principal Ange, not an otaku who likes paper dolls."

"Maybe he still needs training."

"Geniuses don't need to be tempered. From the day they are born, they announce their birth to the outside world. I prefer to believe that he is a knife with a sharpened edge."

"But he looked more like a small, freshly dug potato covered in mud."

"Pay attention to his movements at all times and report to me if there is any abnormality. If he is really here to travel, then don't disturb him and let him enjoy the beauty of Sakura Country."

"Yes, young master."

The crow receded, and Yuan Zhisheng turned back to look at the file again, wondering what he was thinking.

Near the subway entrance, Lu Mingfei found a ramen stall, a small wooden cart with only two wheels.

Two uncles pushed the car one behind the other and stopped on the street.

Unlike domestic street stalls, their wooden carts look very old, but they are not dirty or oily, and they only give people a sense of the changes of the times.

Lu Mingfei didn't like to go to those high-end places, which was inconsistent with his temperament. He should sit on the small bench of the street stall and eat the food from the street stall.

However, Japanese stall carts all have business licenses, so in most cases, you can eat without fear.

The cart was parked on the street. The iron frame firmly fixed it to the ground. The uncle took down a red flag and hung it horizontally on the top of the cart. There were big white characters on it, which should be a small stall. signboard.

The uncle took out several benches from the cart and lowered the wooden board in front of the signboard, revealing the noodle cooking pot and seasonings.

The stall can't accommodate many people as there are only five benches.

Prices are written on a white board: "Standard ramen 700", "Char siu 900".

The price is not expensive, but it is not cheap either.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei is a rich man. He stepped forward and asked in broken Japanese: "Do you have any recommendations?"

"Just one ordinary ramen, one standard ramen." The uncle put away the dishes and took out the pickled radish and chopped green onion.

"The one without barbecued pork?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“The barbecued pork noodles taste good, but you know, they’re a bit pricey.”

"Haha, are you concerned about me?" Lu Mingfei smiled happily.

Unexpectedly, there are still people who dislike customers buying expensive noodles.

"It seems there is no need for this." The uncle fished out a whole piece of barbecued pork tied with a mesh rope from the steaming soup pot, "Would you like some barbecued pork noodles?"

"Of course, let's add another side."

"Please sit down and wait."

Lu Mingfei sat in front of the stool and watched his uncle making ramen skillfully.

The dining area is the wooden board that is lowered. Sitting here, you can directly appreciate the entire process of your ramen from ordering to completion.

The uncle took out the noodles that had been prepared from the drawer on the side and threw them into the rich hot soup. Then he took out a braised egg and cut it in half. The blue safety scissors easily cut the rope of the barbecued pork.

By the time he cuts the barbecued pork, the noodles are almost ready.

As soon as the colander is scooped into the soup, the yellow dough will fall into it. Pass it through the water for a few times and the dough will enter the bowl where the sauce is prepared.

Sprinkle with chopped green onions and pickled radish, put the barbecued pork and sliced ​​braised eggs on top, and the hot ramen is ready.

"Please use it slowly." The uncle held the bowl in both hands and brought the noodles to Lu Mingfei, along with a pair of disposable chopsticks.

"I'm starting." Lu Mingfei thought to himself that this was so similar to Ichiraku Ramen. He took apart his chopsticks and tasted it with gusto.

People flowed around him, and some people sat down to order. This stall seemed to be a temporary haven, allowing busy people to stop and rest for a while.