Hello everyone, my name is Habara Haruchu. My current profession is a chef and I own a restaurant in Yokohama.
Yokohama is an uneasy place, but I love it deeply.
Because when I was here, my business was always good.
For example, I have a lot of repeat customers.
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Among them, there is a man with five children. He especially likes the spicy curry rice I make. At the same time, he lives above my restaurant. His daily dream is to write novels.
——Although I think novels are not particularly profitable, I support him.
After all, if he doesn't have any extra income, he won't be able to pay my rent.
At the same time, there is a young man with bandages all over his body. He comes to my place every day to eat crab dishes, and then praises my cooking skills. His rainbow fart makes me feel very comfortable.
——Of course I know he just wants credit. But I won't agree to it.
At the same time, there is also an irritable older brother who often comes to my restaurant to eat. I knew he was very rich, so I always used my skills to make money from him.
——I suspect that he knows that I am plotting his money, but I don't care, after all, once the money goes into my pocket, it can't fly out again.
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In this way, I was doing business in Yokohama, prospering, and living a happy life.
Until one day, I found that things were not simple.
My new little detective told me a shocking secret.
——Everyone who comes to eat at my place is □□.
I'm a little skeptical about life.
But it's not a big problem.
I glanced at the guests around me, then sat back, patted the head of the little detective who told me the truth, and told him the most true truth in the world:
"As long as they have money, they are all my dads."
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The text is in third person.
Sorry for the original advance, I have no feelings anymore, I will start a new article.
The cp has not been determined yet, welcome to buy shares.
Happy destiny, happy you, me and him.
Concept: The story of sand sculpture healing.
