books44 Chapter 102 The Dumpling Murder Case in Chinatown (3)
Chapter 102 The Dumpling Murder Case in Chinatown (3)
"Cazzo!"
Chianti slammed her fist on the table, clenched her fists, and then unleashed a burst of birdsong and fragrance at Pu Siqinglan:
"That bitch dared to provoke me? Who does she think she is? Does she really think I wouldn't dare to lay a hand on her? If it weren't for the boss's orders, I could shove her head up in a **, then *&* her, and then blow her to bits!"
Chianti stared at that pretentious, sour face, gritting her teeth, wishing she could rip off the two buns on her head and smash them down on him!
Cohen opened his fan, fanned her to extinguish the fire, and nodded in agreement:
“Indeed, our organization is stronger. Scrooge has forgotten that this is our home turf.”
"whispering sound."
Chianti was furious when she recalled the group's disgusting practices.
Eight years ago, during the murder attempt against Toichi Kuroba, when faced with the obstruction of an unknown force, their first reaction was to throw her, as a new member, out as bait to test her, and watch her go to her death!
If it weren't for that gentleman who happened to be interested in her sniping skills, she would be in elementary school by now!
Chianti spat coldly, grabbed the Cantonese herbal tea on the table, and gulped it down.
On stage, the host was completely unaware of the undercurrents beneath the surface of the competition and was very satisfied with the program's effect that he had painstakingly created.
'It's definitely more fun having a stunningly beautiful woman with a great figure as the host! That old geezer chairman even said he'd impeach me; doesn't he care if he doesn't live to see next year?'
He rubbed his hands together lecherously and announced loudly:
"Today, Miss Qinglan will demonstrate how to make another special kind of dumpling—cherry and cheese curd dumplings!"
These words immediately caused a stir in the square, with people discussing the matter animatedly.
Upon hearing this, Kuromon Haruya seemed to realize something and pulled his hand away to lock the safety of the pistol hidden in his sleeve.
"Everyone, please be patient and let us introduce ourselves first!"
Seeing that the purpose of taking things out of context had been achieved, the content on the large screen on stage changed:
"Cherry cheese curd dumplings are a type of Russian dumpling, belonging to the dessert category. They spread from Central Asia to the Russian Empire, where unique local recipes developed..."
These sweet dumplings are more accurately called Ukrainian dumplings, a product of cultural transmission and evolution.
Unlike the bizarrely modified strawberry mapo tofu, this is more like a dumpling-shaped dough filled with various sugary and oily fillings. People add melted butter and salt to the dough and eat it with sour cream.
As long as it's not considered a main meal but rather a traditional dessert, it's acceptable.
The first time Vodka cooked dumplings for Gin, he made Ukrainian style, which almost brought out his older brother's murderous intent.
However, this explanation left the public feeling somewhat frustrated.
Fanze Zhenren pursed his lips and tilted his head to look at the cricket:
"This host is so annoying! He always picks controversial topics. There's even a slogan on the screen saying 'China vs. Russia: the ultimate dumpling competition'—isn't that deliberately trying to incite conflict?!"
Looking at the small figure at the other end of the street, Kuromon Haruya crossed his arms and sighed:
“It takes considerable courage to resort to such methods in Beika Town.”
"...That makes sense."
Upon hearing this, Fan Ze's anger immediately subsided, and he even felt a faint... anticipation?
Being a prisoner is better; once you join the organization, you never have to worry about getting involved in murder cases again!
As the event progressed, the arrangements for the competition gradually became clearer.
Those who wish to participate in the dumpling-making competition should form teams of 2 to 4 people and sit at the square tables with numbered tags in the plaza while waiting to pay and register.
Starting at 10:00 AM, the organizers will conduct dumpling-making lessons and provide practice ingredients, which will continue until 11:00 AM. The practice dumplings made during this period can be taken home and eaten afterwards.
Incidentally, the registration fee for the competition is 5000 yen, and the teaching materials are the most common pork and chive filling and pork and cabbage filling.
Once everyone has learned how to make dumplings, the organizers will send supervisors from eight regions (east, west, south, north, and north) to inspect and supervise the process, and distribute the official ingredients to each region.
The competition officially started at 11:15 and lasted for 25 minutes. It ended promptly at 11:40, at which point the number of dumplings made by each table was counted.
The practice time passed quickly, and Fanze Zhenren's learning speed was surprisingly good. He was soon able to make dumplings with beautiful lace edges.
During this time, Professor Agasa and Ai arrived late, carrying a cart full of rattles, tiger-head hats, and even Japanese New Year couplets.
Kuromon Haruya glanced at the Yiwu props, which were priced at least twice as much, and silently looked away.
It's still better to be a family member who knows how to make money.
When the clock struck 11:00, the supervisors began clearing the area and distributing the competition equipment.
The host and Pu Siqinglan stood on opposite sides of the stage, with the background of the screen behind them divided into red and blue in the middle, displaying Chinese and Russian characters respectively.
"To prevent anyone from preparing dumplings in advance, we have specially prepared rare and mysterious ingredients! Moreover, the representative ingredients for each area are different."
Starting from the north area and proceeding clockwise, the ingredients obtained in the north, northeast, east, and southeast areas are respectively sauerkraut fish puree, cherry cheese curds, corn and chicken, and blueberry cheese. The remaining areas then repeat this cycle!
The camera zooms in on Pu Siqinglan, who introduces herself in broken Chinese:
"This competition features several award categories: Team Quantity Award, Aesthetic Award, Faction Contribution Award, and Lucky Draw Grand Prize! Each category has eight winners, so the odds of winning are quite high!"
Throughout the entire venue, Chianti and his group were seated in the southeast section, while Kuromon Haruya and his group were seated in the northeast section. Both sides were perfectly drawn into the Russian camp, and the Grim Reaper was not seen for the time being.
As the competition began, the iron basins covered with white gauze were lifted one by one, revealing the colorful fillings.
The thick, red liquid and irregularly scattered pieces are on the milky white curds, and the melted butter adds a layer of pale yellow fat to the surface, making it visually striking at first glance.
Kuromon/Hanzawa/Haibara: ...It looks like the brain of the mission target/laboratory mouse that has been smashed.
Dr. Agasa, puzzled by the sudden silence of the three young people, dug out the filling and made the first dumpling under their hesitant gazes.
Fortunately, not many people have firsthand knowledge of this kind of obscure knowledge; most of the people in the square are Japanese families who have come here to learn about foreign cultures.
Amidst the New Year's Eve atmosphere, the competition was in full swing.
A malevolent, dark figure entered the backstage area, surveyed the crowd focused on the dumpling-making competition, pulled a small bottle from its pocket, and smeared the unknown solution inside onto the microphone handle.
"Ah - chirp!"
Fan Ze tilted his head and sneezed, then stood up and looked around.
Professor Agasa glanced at the half-eaten bag of dumplings that looked like shumai in his hand and quietly placed it on the side of the plate: "Mr. Hanzawa, do you have a cold?"
"It's nothing, it's just that I always feel a sense of closeness to you."
Fanze Zhenren shook his head, looking in awe at the dumplings that had been piled up into a pyramid in front of Heimen Yaoye.
They should only be thinking about getting a few first places now, right?