The sunset was like a red carp rolling over, its white belly turning into red scales before slowly sinking into a pool of black stagnant water.
As the black curtain of night gradually fell, the evening star glimmered in the sky, surrounded by scattered starlight.
Beneath the stars, in the woods, firewood crackled. Figures large and small sat around a campfire, with two tents standing beside them—one was a tent, and the other was also a tent.
The only difference was that one was big and the other was small.
A large pot sat over the campfire, simmering with steaming curry. A rice cooker rested on a cloth mat spread over the grass beside it.
Genta held a plate and spoon, wolfing down his food. Yellow curry stained the corner of his mouth as he patted his belly. "Delicious! It would be even better with some eel!"
"Why do you think about eel every day, Genta?" Mitsuhiko, seated beside him, immediately complained. "How can you put eel in curry?"
"Shut up!" Genta said indignantly. "My mom said you can put anything in curry!"
"..."
Eel in curry?
Even if curry could contain all sorts of ingredients, could seafood like that still be edible after being added?
Eel curry—what kind of dark cuisine was that?
It was basically no different from strawberry jam dumplings...
Maybe it was just a matter of personal taste.
Yeah, that had to be it.
Fujino and Ai Haibara fell silent, silently mocking it in their hearts.
Mitsuhiko rubbed his forehead as he looked at Genta, then handed his plate to Ai Haibara. "Haibara, just give me a little more."
Ai Haibara took the plate, scooped a spoonful of rice onto it, then ladled curry from the pot over the rice.
"Arigato!"
"One more plate!" Seeing Mitsuhiko