I Opened a Restaurant in Yokohama

Hello, I'm Ye Yuan Qingchu. I'm a chef, and I run a restaurant in Yokohama. Yokohama isn't exactly a peaceful place, but I love it dearly. Because my business always does well here. For one thing, I have lots of regulars. . Among them is a man with five children. He loves my spicy curry rice, and he rents the place above my restaurant. His dream is to write novels every day. Though I don't think novels make much money, I support him. After all, if he doesn't bring in some extra income, he won't be able to pay my rent. There's also a young guy wrapped head to toe in bandages. He comes here every day for crab dishes and then praises my cooking, showering me with compliments until I'm thoroughly pleased. Of course, I know he just wants to run up a tab. But I won't let him. A hot-tempered older guy also comes to eat at my restaurant often. I know he's rich, so I always bring out twelve-tenths of my culinary skill and successfully earn the kind of money only a sucker would pay. I suspect he knows I'm after his money, but I don't care. Once the money's in my pocket, it's not getting back out. . And so I made a thriving business for myself in Yokohama and lived a comfortable life. Until one day, I realized things weren't so simple. A young detective I'd just met told me a shocking secret. Everyone who eats at my restaurant is a gangster. I started to question my life. But it wasn't a big deal. I glanced around at the customers, sat back down, patted the young detective who'd told me the truth on the head, and shared the truest wisdom in the world with him: "As long as they've got money, they're all my dad." . The main story is told in third person. Sorry to everyone who had this on their preorder list. I've lost all feelings for it, so I'm starting a new story. Pairing undecided. Feel free to place your bets. Updates whenever I feel like it. Happy reading, everyone. Theme: A silly, healing story.