No one expected that instead, Xia Yu, who was the last to take action, took the lead in presenting his own cooking works.

“Grilled fish?”

A strong fragrance mixed in the wind and drifted to all directions.

The nose fluttered, and Gan Hinako immediately wiped the water stains on the corner of her mouth, like a doll controlled by a puppet master, walking straight to the dining table along a wisp of fresh fragrance.

Soon, the dining table was covered with people one layer and one layer outside.

"Can you get rid of the chopsticks?"

Gan Hinako stared at the grilled crucian carp on the plate, swallowing her saliva constantly, and a similar swallowing sound came from beside her.

"etc--"

Gin Dojima, Ryoko Lina raised her hand to stop her at the same time.

"Please try Chiyo witch!"

The crowd spontaneously made way for a passage, and the ice-faced witch helped the old woman come in.

"Get out of the way."

More than a dozen fellow villagers also followed in and became a militia to maintain order. The crowd retreated step by step and finally formed a scene like a bonfire dinner. The Chiyo witch escaped from the support of the young witch and opened a fan with a snap.

The fan is golden on one side and silver on the other side. Gold indicates the sun, while silver indicates the moon and yin and yang.

There is no orchestral sound, the picture is silent, only the old witch, holding the open fan, dancing gracefully in the circle.

Later, the young witch joined, and she handed the Kagura Ling to the old witch and wandered on the edge.

"There are more and more people."

It was not an illusion. In the crowd, Tatsuo-ei and Morita Maki clearly felt that more and more people were crowded behind, and their position became the innermost level.

The sirens sounded.

Police from the nearby police station finally arrived by car. The tourists who heard the news entered the venue in an orderly manner under the guidance of the police.

The lighting objects were finally not limited to bonfires. The lights were used to watch the tourists. The IGO staff arranged seats for viewing. It turned out that the rear was close to the slope of the road, like a stadium stand, and were trimmed layer by layer, which could accommodate many people to sit down.

After the Kagura dance ended, Tatsuoe and Morita Maki followed the Totsuki graduates to the guest seat and looked around. Only then did they realize that in just half an hour, the lakeside had become a veritable festival scene, with people everywhere, and they were covered in darkness.

There were a lot of English conversation among the noisy sounds. The blonde and blue-eyed Western tourists stretched their necks one by one, and were extremely curious about the so-called "Chianda Festival".

An inconspicuous business car was quietly parked by the road.

"Miss Watanabe, I'm here!"

Driver reminder.

A young woman with capable medium and short hair in the back seat of the car immediately pushed the door and got out of the car. Several entourage members with work documents trotted behind.

Crack, Crack.

After taking the SLR camera carried by the employee, Yuki Watanabe stood on the high ground, aimed at the three altars by the lake, focused and took several high-definition pictures in succession, and then waved his hand to the opponent's employees and said resolutely: "All of them are spread out, according to the work plan, there are targeted interviews, and after going back tonight, I sorted out the manuscript-"

After saying that, Yuki Watanabe walked alone and came to the guest seat.

The police who maintained order stopped her, but Yuki Watanabe smiled and pointed to the work ID on her chest. The police took a few glances and let it go.

As soon as he arrived at the guest seat, Yuki Watanabe's eyes lit up.

There are several young girls who are not old and wearing high school uniforms who are very conspicuous in the guest seat.

Anyone who has a little understanding of the neon food industry can tell from the school uniform that they are from. As Yuki Watanabe walked over, he took out a black recorder in the lady's handbag.

"Hello!"

A crisp and soft voice called Tian Soe.

"ah?"

Tian Soe retracted his gaze from the far end and blinked. At some point, a professional woman stood beside her seat, wearing a white uniform skirt, with a little makeup on her face, and her beautiful eyes slightly raised upwards, giving people a sense of slimness and decisiveness.

"Hello!" Tian Suohui whispered.

"I am the editor of "Prespect Weekly" magazine. Can I take up how many minutes?"

"Taste Weekly?"

Tatsuohui covered her mouth, obviously having heard the name of this weekly magazine, and stammered: "Is it the food magazine with the highest sales volume in all neon?"

As a student of Yuanyue, Tian Suohui is of course reading professional food newspapers and magazines.

Among a bunch of professional magazines, "Taste Weekly" is the most professional and popular among chefs and gourmets. Of course, weekly magazines that have long been at the top of the sales list are not just professional content. In addition to professionals, the public is also attracted by the fun of the content.

For example, "Taste Weekly" has opened a column for tourist holy places in the past two years, introducing in-depth food streets, food stores and food programs worth exploring in some famous places.

The ‘Chione Festival’ is famous in the Hakone area. It is normal for the staff to interview people in "Taste Weekly".

Tian Suohui is not stupid, but she is not confident enough. After a little change of thought, she will think through it.

But it was too late for her to refuse. She claimed to be Yuki Watanabe, the female editor who had reached over and stared at her.

"You, ask, my name is Tian Soe." Tian Soe was a little shy. It was her first interview and it was the famous "Prespect Weekly" magazine.

"Student Tian Suo, are you a first-year student in Yuanyue?"

"right……"

"But as far as I know, the accommodation study of Totsuki Shin-sen has ended this morning. All the year students should have returned to the campus in Tokyo. Why are you here?" Yuki Watanabe asked directly.

"Yes, it was the Chief Dojima who asked us to stay!"

Tatsuo-ei weakly pointed at the busy Gin Dojima, not far away.

Hey.

When he heard that Doshima Gin was also there, Yuki Watanabe's eyes shone and coughed. He apologized to Tatsuo-ei and hurriedly ran to the burly man who was traveling between the altar and the dining table.

"Mr. Dojima, Mr. Dojima..."

Watanabe Yuki chased Dojima Gin.

"Miss Watanabe?"

After a slight meal, Tinto Dojima put two plates of grilled fish dishes on the dining table, glanced at the woman who called him, and was surprised, "Do you "Taste Weekly" always have such a sensitive nose?"

"Actually, I arrived in Hakone two days ago." Yuki Watanabe smiled, "Thanks to the news at home, I learned about the time for the major and minor exams of this training class."

"General Director--"

A shouting sound came faintly from the far end.

Gin Dojima, who was about to exchange a few greetings with the female editor, had a slightly changed face and striding towards an altar.

"Are you okay?"

Through the fire, Dojima Yin shouted into the altar.

"I have no problem. The crucian carp is gone. Keep moving some over."

"good!"

Dojima silver eye with a trace of residual amazement, staring at the isolation belt stacked on the edge of the altar.

The firewood was almost burned, but what was left was not the wreckage, but continued to emit high temperature red carbon. Dojima Gin knew that if he put the dry firewood on, the fire dragon would roar and wake up again.

But can the young chef who is also roasted on the fire still hold on?

Gin Dojima was a little regretful.

He knew Xia Yu's recipe at noon, but he did not stop him, but instead became an accomplice in preparing fuel.

To some extent, there was a fire in his heart.

The "fire soul" that devours everything should be able to break through the shackles of the human body's limits this time.

Dojima thought.
Chapter completed!