The air-conditioning in the conveyor belt sushi restaurant is fully turned on, and there is a faint sour smell of vinegared rice and the fragrance of freshly ground wasabi floating in the air.
Because Minister Sato said hello in the car in advance, this time-honored restaurant located near Ginza immediately put up a sign that it was temporarily closed. There were only Lynn and their table in the entire spacious hall.
The old chef in kimono stood behind the bar, concentrating on squeezing the warm rice balls in his hands.
Although he was curious as to why this group of foreign guests had reserved the restaurant, he didn't ask anything. He just put plates of exquisite sushi on the conveyor belt with quick hands and feet.
Kevin sat on the edge of the seat, guarding the sea bowl in front of him with both hands.
The bowl was filled with steaming white rice, topped with a golden fried pork cutlet that was bigger than his face. The rich sauce flowed down the crispy skin, and was dotted with a handful of green shredded cabbage.
The boy first sniffed the bowl of Miso Soup next to him cautiously, and after confirming that there was only tofu and chopped green onion in it, and not even a trace of the fishy smell of kelp, he safely picked up the spoon, scooped out a large piece of pork chop wrapped in sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.
The sound of crispy chewing is particularly clear in the quiet shop.
"Eat slowly, Kevin. If it's not enough, you can order another."
Lynn held a cup of steaming brown rice tea and handed over a tissue with a smile.
Kevin muttered something vaguely as a thank you and ate without even raising his head.
Reggie is very interested in the colorful small plates on the conveyor belt.
He didn't care what was on it, as long as the plate was turned to him, he would take it down like a ruthless eating machine, dip it in soy sauce and devour it in one gulp.
In less than ten minutes, the empty plates in his hand were piled as high as a hill.
Annie eats the sweet Tamagoyaki Sushi obediently, while John has a special liking for the seaweed roll wrapped with crispy cucumber strips.
In this environment full of the aroma of food and a relaxing atmosphere, the only person who found it difficult was Minister Sato.
He was sitting diagonally across from Lynn, but he didn't even pick up his chopsticks.
Sato's stomach now felt like it was stuffed into a high-speed drum washing machine, and the colic pain made him break into a cold sweat.
Just half an hour ago, he saw with his own eyes the arrogant young master Kamo Clan lying in a pool of blood, and also heard the scalp-numbing screams coming from the depths of the main house.
And now, the instigators of all this are sitting in a bright sushi restaurant, bickering with each other over who should get the last piece of Tamagoyaki.
Especially Lynn Director, who was wearing a light gray windbreaker, was wiping the rice from the corner of the mouth of the little girl named Annie.
Devil.
Sato silently put a label on Lynn in his heart.
This is a demon who wears the appearance of a gentle elder, but is actually cold-blooded than anyone else.
Just when Sato was thinking wildly, the thick big brother he placed on the table suddenly vibrated.
The harsh ringtone scared Sato so much that he almost jumped up from his chair.
He hurriedly grabbed the phone, and after seeing the caller ID on it, his face instantly turned whiter than paper.
"Yes... it's a call from headquarters."
Sato swallowed, his voice trembling. He didn't even dare to press the answer button, but looked at Lynn as if asking for help.
Lynn put down the tea cup in his hand, took out a tissue and wiped his hands, his expression did not change at all.
"Give me the phone, Minister Sato, your current state is not suitable for reporting."
Lynn reached out his hand in a natural tone.
Sato, as if he had received an amnesty, quickly handed over the hot potato.
Lynn pressed the answer button, put the phone to his ear, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of light Cucumber Roll and put it on John's plate.
The signature calm voice of Stan·Edgar came from the other end of the phone.
"Lynn, I heard that there seems to be some unrest over there at Tokyo this morning."
There was no emotion or anger in Edgar's voice, as if he was talking about today's stock market conditions for New York, "Special Countermeasures Bureau from Japan just passed the diplomatic route." Jing sent a very long letter of protest to the headquarters. They said that people from Vought International caused serious riots in Akihabara and... attacked a very old traditional local family."
Lynn looked out the window at the crowded streets of Ginza, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"President, Japan The seafood here tastes really good and the scenery is also very good, but the local security environment seems to need to be improved."
Lynn's voice was very relaxed, even with a hint of laziness after a meal, "When we took the children to buy game consoles this morning, the chandelier in the mall fell down due to disrepair and almost hit Annie. Later, when we were walking, we met a group of local gangsters who like to play tricks."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.
Of course Edgar knew that Lynn was evading the serious and downplaying the attack of the Kamo Clan as a gang trouble.
He also knew that Kamo Clan's difficult old family head and their arrogant heir had also been wiped out quietly.
This is the result that Edgar wants, but the way Lynn achieves this result is a bit rough and beyond his expectation.
"Lynn, you are always so... efficient."
There was a hint of elusiveness in Edgar's tone, "Special Countermeasures Bureau, Public Relations Department will deal with it. They have lost their big backer Kamo Clan. Now This is just a bluff. Tomorrow morning, I will ask Sato to arrange a press conference. Annie and Tommy need to come forward. This is an equal exchange as we agreed before."
"No problem, President, the children had a great time today and they will show their most perfect smiles tomorrow."
Lynn leaned back on the chair and glanced at the motionless black figure in the corner.
"By the way, President, Mr. Black Noir is very conscientious in terms of security. He helped us solve a lot of minor troubles today. If there is a chance, I really want to ask you for him."
Edgar chuckled lightly on the other end of the phone, "Black Noir is the company's core asset, Lynn, do your own thing well."
After saying that, the phone was hung up.
Lynn pushed the big brother back to Sato who was sweating profusely.
He picked up the already slightly lukewarm brown rice tea and took a sip, then turned to look at the children who were still struggling with the sushi.
"Kevin, don't just eat the fried pork cutlet, try the tamagoyaki."
Lynn pointed at the conveyor belt with his chopsticks, "After eating, let's go back to the Manor and take a nap. In the afternoon I will teach you how to connect that game console to the TV."
Kevin cheered and immediately reached for the golden plate of Tamagoyaki.
John also laughed. He liked Lynn's arrangement of keeping out all the big troubles and leaving only games and food for them.
The sun shines in through the bright glass windows of the sushi restaurant and shines on the wood-colored bar. Everything looks so calm and beautiful.