"Have anyone ever watched "Ultraman Tiga"?" Lu Mingfei was bored and gently knocked the wooden board that acted as a table with a small bottle of vinegar.

They are now located on the back door of the National University of Tokyo. There is a wooden van selling ramen, called "Raーメンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンンン

There is an eaves on the cart, a soup pot is placed inside, and a cupboard is filled with side dishes and sake. Although the sparrow is small, it will be equipped with all kinds of organs. After the cart is stable, it will be placed on a bench, and guests will sit on the bench to eat. The curtains on the eaves block their backs, forming a slightly more private space on the streets of night wind.

The driver sent by the Bajia of Snake Qi has never been to such cheap and inferior places, but the elites at the headquarters have named it and said that they must eat authentic ramen fairy noodles. The drivers looked for diners all the way and finally heard that there was a ramen chef who had been working on the street at the back door of Dongda University for more than 60 years.

A ramen master for 60 years should almost be promoted to the realm of immortals based on time.

"I've seen it." Chu Zihang nodded.

"I always thought you didn't have a childhood!" Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment.

"Works of this level are very famous all over the world, right?" Caesar said.

"Actually, this kind of ramen car reminds me of an episode of Tigari that is quite terrifying and touching..." Lu Mingfei frowned, "I can't remember what that episode is called."

"I also have an impression that the famous line is 'The village of the past is back'. It should be this." Chu Zihang said.

"The name of that episode is "See, Obic!"." The ramen chef who was kneading the dough across the street spoke at the right time and joined the conversation, "It's a very touching episode."

The ramen master looks very young. His white hair is neatly separated, wearing the ramen chef's unique white erotic uniform, and a black towel tied on his forehead. It looks like he has been dealing with ramen for a lifetime, and he has a very fairy-like atmosphere.

"You still know Chinese?" Lu Mingfei was a little surprised. He really didn't expect that the ramen chefs who set up stalls in the back door of Dongda University were so educated.

"In fact, I can still speak French." The ramen chef showed a generous smile and then greeted him in French, "Good evening, boys."

"Oh! This French is really authentic!" Caesar nodded in agreement and applauded with his hands.

"I used to be a little interested in language." The ramen chef seemed a little embarrassed.

"The ramen masters on Dongda Back Street can master the three languages, but I don't need to learn a foreign language when studying abroad. I feel ashamed when I think about it." Lu Mingfei sighed.

"After all, Chinese is the campus language." Chu Zi Hangdao.

"I heard from the clothes and conversations of a few of you, you should be very outstanding talents, right? Besides, there are such luxury cars to pick you up and drop off." The ramen master raised his head and glanced at the black Santana sedan in the distance. "How could he think of coming to this small street to eat ramen?"

"Of course I'm here to experience the authentic Japanese ramen." Caesar smiled, "Although I pursue the best experience in everything, I feel pretty good to be able to see the ramen fairy for sixty years tonight."

"Oh, then I have to come up with real skills. Fortunately, it's in the ramen process." The ramen chef raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to try the ramen that is not on the menu?"

"Is the hidden menu of Ramen Fairy?" Caesar leaned forward and looked very interested.

"Shh--" The ramen master made a gesture of silence, then looked around and confirmed that there were no guests, and then said, "Actually, my soy milk ramen is a wild way to learn from Hokkaido. Abalone, sea urchin ramen is my reserved dish."

"Is such a major secret really suitable to say it?" Lu Mingfei said, "What if no one comes to some soy milk ramen after that?"

"You don't look like you, you won't be regular customers." The ramen master smiled, "I can still see this kind of thing Master Yue."

"It turns out that the ramen immortal is called Master Yue." Chu Zihang nodded, "But why not add abalone, sea urchin ramen to the menu."

"Well..." Master Yue patted the white flour on his hands, "That ramen needs to be ground into a live abalone, which is very hand-made. It is usually only made when old customers come. However, since it is a foreign customer who specializes in tasting Japanese ramen, I have to show my real skills to accompany you."

"It's worthy of being a ramen master who has been holding noodles for sixty years." Lu Mingfei sighed, "It does have the style of an immortal."

"It's true that ramen has been taken for sixty years, but it's a mischievous thing to call it an immortal." Master Yue took out three cups and placed it on the table, and put a bottle of sake, "Everyone has the fate to meet, I'll invite this bottle of wine."

"Authentic street sake in Japan." Caesar was obviously very happy, "Thank you, Master Yue."

The three of them filled the glass with sake, raised it, clinked each other, and then smiled at Master Yue who was grinding sea urchins and raised the cup, and said loudly: "Master Yue!"

Master Yue shook his head with a laugh, as a response. So the trio raised his head and drank the cheap sake in the cup.

It suddenly started to rain in the dark night, and dark clouds brewed all day long. Finally, it started to rain at this time. The raindrops hit the streets and curtains, and the sound was light and crisp.

Master Yue grinds abalone quickly, and the trio sips of sake. The wind sounds slightly outside the curtain, the rain sounds, and the soup pot in the car boils, and the sound of gurgling sounds.

Even inferior sake is wine. Although mixed-race species can quickly decompose alcohol, the three people still have a slightly hot body after drinking, and they feel drunk. Perhaps to put it another way, this situation is enough to be intoxicated, which is "will be drunk if you don't get drunk."

Lu Mingfei held the cup in his hand and stretched out his other hand to lift the cloth cover. It was raining heavily outside, but he actually felt a warm feeling in this shelter-like car.

This small street has a few dozen steps outwards and is brightly lit high-rise buildings, but it still retains its ancient appearance. Both sides of the road are old-fashioned houses, with sycamore trees planted in front of the houses. The branches and leaves rustled in the rain, and the long quietness exudes a deep sense of destruction.

"I always feel like this is the 'the village of the past'." Lu Mingfei sighed, "And Master Yue is Obike who is guarding the village, and both of them are ramen masters."

"Master Yue won't turn into a monster, right?" Caesar smiled and drank another glass of sake. "If Master Yue is really Obik, you can see Tiga."

"I also want to see Ultraman. It's the first time I've seen this special photography theme in Showa. "Master Yue smiled, and he slowly stirred the soup pot, and the slender ramen rose and fell in the boiling water. "But it's true that I'm guarding this street. Old people should always find an old place to stay."

"It's like guarding the inherited ramen here." Lu Mingfei sighed, "I deserve to be a ramen immortal!"
Chapter completed!